one week ago these two little guys knocked on my door and I couldn’t be more grateful (they also brought me candy bars and a sweet little letter... ♥ ) ! Unfortunately my house isn’t like Corvo Bianco, but I hope they’ll enjoy it anyway, ahah :’) also please Geralt leave my pokémon plushies alone, there’s no contract for them I swear
@dashinglyawkward, once again: thank you so much !!! They’re so adorable and I just can’t stop looking at them, their cute and funny little faces make me so happy! It’s really nothing, but please accept this humble sketch ;v; thank you, thank you, thank you!! Grazie!! ;//v//; ✿ ✿ ✿
If you could, please do “it’s not the typical Valentine’s Day present” prompt for Hubert/Ferdinand please? ❤️
I am s o frickin sorry about how long this took hHhhHH, but I’m gonna try and push through a few inbox things considering today is Hubie’s birthday!!
Vague references to post-timeskip, but honestly, it doesn’t really matter :v
also accidental angst? in my fluff? its more likely than you think
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Hubert stared. And stared. Maybe stared a bit more.
“Ferdinand,” he began, slowly, “what are you doing?”
Ferdinand, who was very badly hiding riding gear behind his back. Normally Hubert would not have batted an eye - Ferdinand did often enjoy going on horseback rides, so it wouldn’t have been too out of the ordinary for him to be carrying such equipment, but there were several things wrong with this picture.
First of all, Hubert knew that Ferdinand’s horse (”Her name is Andromeda, Hubert! Not horse!” Ferdinand had declared when Hubert had first referred to the horse as such) wasn’t ready to be ridden. She was being checked over by Marianne after the recent battle, and Ferdinand never went on horseback rides on the days that Andromeda got checked over. Second of all, Ferdinand never tried to hide the fact that he’d be going on a horseback ride whenever he did - in fact, he oftentimes tried to get Hubert to go with him.
Third of all, that wasn’t Ferdinand’s riding gear.
“N-Nothing you need to be concerned with!” Ferdinand said, very clearly lying. If it were any other time, Hubert would find it charming that Ferdinand had never truly learned how to sincerely lie, and maybe wish that he’d never have to learn. Now though, he just wanted to know what Ferdinand was trying to hide.
“Ferdinand, you and I both know that you are horrible at lying. What’s going on?” Hubert kept his voice firm - he had learned, over time, he often softened his voice around Ferdinand without meaning to, as if speaking too loudly or harshly would chase away the sunshine that was Ferdinand.
Not that his previously harsh words had deterred Ferdinand at all in wishing to court him, but that wasn’t the point here.
“Honestly, you do not need to worry!” Ferdinand laughed nervously and looked away, refusing to look Hubert in the eye.
That, of all things, struck something unpleasant in Hubert.
He was not blind to his own reputation of being someone intimidating. In fact, he often took advantage of it - whether it was gathering information, subduing unruly underlings, or simply facing an enemy in battle, he used his reputation as a means to an end. So it wasn’t uncommon to hear gossip about him, or see people turn the other way whenever he walked by. It wasn’t uncommon to see people nervous at just the sight of him.
And yet, something about seeing Ferdinand of all people nervous around him, it made something bitter and unpleasant curl around his throat. He found himself staring at the ground, suddenly unable to look at Ferdinand in the face.
Ferdinand, of course, noticed. “Hubert..?”
Hubert almost didn’t respond. Almost couldn’t respond. The sudden curl of emotions wrapping around his throat nearly choked him. It was ridiculous, certainly, but he didn’t know how to stop it. Suddenly there was a hand on the side of his face, gently guiding his head to look Ferdinand in the eye. The concern that was suddenly so clear in Ferdinand’s eyes almost made Hubert was to look away again.
“Hubert...” Ferdinand paused, as though trying to think of what to say, before continuing. “My apologies, I did not mean to make you upset.”
“You have no need to apologize,” Hubert muttered, cursing the heavy weight in his throat. Curse his mind for continuing to present thought after thought of what he had done to make Ferdinand feel nervous around him. “I know that was not your intention.”
“And yet it happened all the same...” Ferdinand paused again. “I suppose it does not really matter now...follow me. I have something to show you.”
Ferdinand then took Hubert’s hand in his - Hubert idly wished his hands weren’t stained, so he could hold Ferdinand’s hand without fear of tainting his light - and began to lead him in a familiar direction. Towards the stables.
Upon arriving, Hubert noticed several things at once. The first was that most of the horses and pegasi were nowhere to be seen, save for one. The second was that the one pegasus that did remain was quite beautiful, its coat a light shade of brown and its mane a much darker shade. The third was that Ferdinand had guided him directly to this pegasus, letting go of his hand to run a hand through its mane.
“I am well aware that this is not the typical present you gift your beloved, however...” Ferdinand paused to look at Hubert, a bright smile on his face. “I have seen how you looked at the pegasi, so I consulted with Edelgard as to how to get one that would be alright with letting a man ride her - and we were very lucky to come across this one. So now she is yours!”
Hubert stared. And stared. He didn’t know what to say. On one hand, he was absolutely overjoyed, not that he’d properly voice it if asked. He had always longed for a pegasus of his own, and to suddenly have one left him feeling a warm sense of happiness that he wouldn’t be able to voice aloud. On the other...
“...Ferdinand, I...I am happy, truly, but...” Hubert didn’t even have to finish his sentence.
“You are afraid of heights...Edelgard had told me so when I initially suggested finding a pegasus of your own. But do not fret! I, Ferdinand von Aegir, shall assist you in combatting this fear!” Ferdinand punctuated that statement with a proud tone, an equally proud grin on his face.
Hubert really did love this man. More than he could ever hope to voice.
(As Ferdinand watched Hubert carefully walk up to the pegasus, actually lighting up - Hubert! Lighting up! - when the pegasus nudged against his hand so that he’d pet her, he simply smiled to himself. He truly did love Hubert, so much so that he could feel his heart overflowing with it at times.
And he would cherish this moment for the rest of his life, as he would with any others that came in their wake.)
Hi! If you’re still taking prompts, could you please do 87 with Sharky/King from Oblivion? Thanks a bunch! :)
“Fuck.”
King’s used to the random profanity now. Sharky will get lost in his own head and start cursing at everything from the memories to the counter he ran into while he was daydreaming. The stiffness in his body is what drags his head around, what makes warning bells start dinging in the back of his mind. Sharky’s tucked into his side as per usual, snuggled up tight, but he’s white knuckling the bottom of King’s shirt and he’s staring across the field.
He tracks the line of sight, over to where a woman and man are chatting near the lemonade stand. It’s not too awful far from them, a few yards or so, but there’s no immediate threat. They’re not even looking over here.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
“Uh...nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me.” King pokes at his ribs gently, reprimanding as best he can. “You got tense all of a sudden.”
“Well, hey, maybe I just got a hard-on. We are on a blanket in a field, man. I’ve seen this porno before.”
“Deflection really only works for the Seeds,” King points out. “And only then because Rook’s too pussy to fight for a conversation. So knock it off.”
“That’s...uh...my ex-boyfriend.” Sharky’s face twists up as he turns to face him, scent going sour and sharp for a split second. “Well, not really. We didn’t date or nothing but he...yeah.”
“Oh. Okay.” King knows he’s sending out a screaming warning right now. Sharky’s nose wrinkles up even as there’s a responding wave of calming scent shoved at him.
It doesn’t work, but it’s sweet. Because now King’s dialed in on the man who’s striding across the grass, not towards them but in their general direction. Probably heading back to the hangar where Nick and Kim are playing good hosts and letting people coo over Nikki. He’ll have to walk right past them to get to it and that seems to be what his plan is.
Too fucking bad that plan doesn’t work for King.
“Well, kiss me so they see.” At Sharky’s startled gaze, King forces a laugh that sounds a bit too harsh even to his own ears. “What? Don’t wanna show me off?”
“No! Well, no, it’s just that--didn’t know if you--”
The guy’s on them now. Maybe a few feet away. Close enough that King can smell the Alpha on him and it curls his lip in a snarl. King takes the choice away, though Sharky doesn’t fight him on it, tugging him in with one palm smoothed over his nape. There’s a soft noise and Sharky goes hot, melting under him, mouth opening on a whine and letting King do as he pleases.
He tastes like BBQ and the hint of beer from earlier. King knows he must taste like much of the same but Sharky’s tongue is licking across his like he can’t get enough of it. He feels a spike of pride at the sound of a cough, clearly meant to pull them apart, and is a bit obnoxiously loud with his growl when he finally draws back.
It makes something in his chest unclench when Sharky leans forward, eyes still shuttered, like he can’t get enough.
“Can I help you with something?” King shifts his gaze over lazily, like he’s got all the time in the world to do it.
Hey, if people are going to continually call him an asshole, he’s gonna live up to it.
“Not you but--hey, Sharky.”
“Hey, Jason.” Sharky is leaning into his side still, getting his scent all over him, and King drapes an arm around his shoulders for good measure. “How ya been?”
“Good. Good. Heard you got...uh...mated?”
“It’s not official yet.” King rolls his eyes, informing him with the exasperated air of an Alpha waiting too long on his mate. “My mother intends for at least one of her kids to have a proper wedding before the mating. And I got stuck with it because Rook doesn’t give a shit.”
“Oh. So you guys are just--”
“Engaged, I think, is the best word. Though, of course, it’s a sure bet so that word almost seems too flippant.” He noses against Sharky’s temple, dragging his scent and visibly leaving his all over. “Pity there isn’t a term for pre-mated.”
“I think it’s dating.” Sharky laughs, obviously embarrassed but doing nothing to stop King’s hovering.
King is going to buy John Seed anything he ever wants ever. Because there’s a call off to the side, John hollering for Sharky to come help him with something, and Sharky disappears from his side with another quick kiss. King climbs to his feet, brushes off any imaginary dust, and levels his eyes at the other Alpha.
Who immediately curls his shoulders inwards like he’s expecting a punch.
What a fucking weakling.
“So you’re, uh, the new guy?”
“And you’re the old one.” King bares his teeth and it’s not a fucking grin despite the way he feels like smiling broadly. “Good to see it was an upgrade.”
He stares at him, flabbergasted, playing trout with his mouth for a moment before there’s a snarl and King steps closer, answering it with a vicious sound of his own.
“Don’t even fucking try it. I’ll be nice and pleasant for the moment, it’s only because you fucked up that I got lucky enough to have him. But don’t test me. If you think I’m too well-behaved not to knock your ass out in the middle of this fucking field you’ve got another thing coming.”
He backs it up with a not so friendly clap on the shoulder, one that makes the other Alpha’s knees buckle slightly. King trots off, leaving him dumbfounded and steaming, probably spitting curses under his breath.
Color him unim-fucking-pressed. If that’s the kind of Alpha’s Sharky was wasting his time chasing over only to have them pass him up? King’s so goddamn happy he finally found him. Treated him how he was supposed to be treated.
“Were you an asshole?” Sharky asks out of the corner of his mouth when King comes up behind him, wrapping arms around his waist and dropping an errant kiss on the top of his head.
“I am always an asshole.” King responds with a grin. “Lucky for you, I’m yours. My assholish tendencies are yours to use whenever limp dicks like that try to come around.”
“You’re awful.” Sharky complains, but there’s a glimmer in his eye when he turns around to tug him into a kiss.
Worth it. Worth every second of showing his wrathful side, worth the lecture he’ll catch from someone--probably Joseph--about being a pillar of upstanding behavior in the community whenever Sharky tells Rook about it.
Sharky’s worth everything. And King’s going to prove that time and again until he believes it.
Cute Hubert HC- he was super standoffish towards the BE house during the academy bc he wasn’t sure if he could trust them but post-time skip he loves all of them??? Like he makes sure they’re all taken care of and he looks out for them but never expects anything in return so maybe after some battle when Hubert gets hurt, he wake up in the infirmary to Edie and Ferd holding his hands and a few others are there/they left little gifts bc they all care about him so much and ITS LOVING HUBERT HOURS
YOU HAVE TRULY GALAXY BRAINED, HUBERT LOVING HOURS HERE FOLKS
And honestly, I can see this happening??? It may take a while, but Hubert eventually comes to care for the rest of the Black Eagles? And he finds that he can't stand the thought of anything happening to them? So he often does rounds around the monastery or even around camp after battles post-timeskip, checking on each of them and making sure they're alright. If any of them happen to get injured, Hubert makes sure they get to a healer and are alright.
And he starts caring for them outside of just checking if they're injured or not? He starts spending more time with them, maybe even trying to comfort them after particularly rough times (one particularly memorable incident had Hubert comforting Ferdinand in the aftermath of his father's death).
And eventually, this care is reciprocated! They all start looking for him in turn, and watching out for him during battle.
(Once, Hubert manages to overexert himself and passes out due to magic exhaustion. When he wakes up, he's genuinely surprised to see all of the Black Eagles lying around the infirmary in various states of sleep, and even more so at how worried they all are when they notice he's awake.)
(Though, there is a warmth in his chest when it happens. Hubert doesn't quite know what it is.)
Mocha the Pegasus GOD I LOVE IT the Black Eagle Strike Force teases him about what he named his new mount like it had to be some creepy name right? But when he admits to Ferdinand that her name is Mocha he MELTS bc it’s just so sweet (also throwing this in- Hubert comes back from a rough mission for Edelgard- maybe dealing with those who slither and he’s frazzled and dark magic is clinging to him but the only thing that manages to calm him is going to see Mocha) THANK YOU FOR INDULGING ME
Y E S TO EVERYTHING YOU SENT
Fjfjfj imagine everyone in the Black Eagle Strike Force (BESF for short bc am lazy) just teasing him and cracking jokes about what weird and creepy name Hubert gave to his pegasus - no one (besides Ferdinand, who asked and promptly died upon realizing hUBIE NAMED HIS PEGASUS M O C H A) actually finds out what he named his pegasus for a good while. Petra finds out by accident, heading to the stables to check on her own pegasus (because I always imagine her as a pegasus rider) and overhearing Hubert as he dotes on Mocha. She didn't say anything of course, but she did laugh to herself at how cute the name was.
When everyone ELSE the BESF finds out Mocha's name, it's actually in the aftermath of the battle.
Hubert, petting Mocha: You did wonderfully Mocha, thank you-
Caspar, screaming: YOU NAMED YOUR PEGASUS MOCHA????
This only prompts even MORE teasing, mostly from Dorothea (though Edelgard did make a joke or two, prompting a very betrayed look from poor Hubie).
Also that last bit?? About the end of a mission leaving Hubert frazzled enough that one of the only things that helps soothe him is Mocha?? pLEASE???? Imagine Mocha knowing when Hubert's not at his best, nuzzling him when he approaches her in the stables. Hubert doesn't even say anything, simply running a hand through Mocha's mane and trying to get his mind off the mission (;w;)
the anons are at it again- hurting the good boy so time for fluff with Mocha because like that pegasus idea is the best thing I got going for me rn so like Imagine Hubert trying to have a very serious talk with the farm hands at the stables about proper maintenance of the war mounts and the entire time Mocha is just nuzzling against him and being super affectionate with this very broody man and he's trying not to smile bc he's SERIOUS and professional (while Ferdie cackles in the background)
we really need more fluff on this blog *smacks drum and cries*
KNOW WHAT THOUGH I ABSOLUTELY LIVE FOR MORE MOCHA HEADCANONS (you have no idea how much these headcanons mean to me in the bleak angst-ridden wasteland of my inbox)
AND HUBERT IS TRYING SO HARD, YOU KNOW?? He’s trying to keep up his image of being all stoic and serious, though that’s very difficult when the farm hands keep snickering because a) THE Hubert, THE SOLEMN RIGHT HAND TO THE EMPEROR, named his pegasus Mocha of all things, and b) said pegasus keeps nuzzling at the side of Hubert’s head and whinnying happily.
Ferdinand is absolutely having the time of his LIFE during this entire experience, but he’s at least TRYING to be nice to his poor husband, who’s intimidating image is being completely destroyed by his own pegasus.
Side note: just. Imagine how absolutely obliterated that image would be if Mocha were to have a foal. At first he’s absolutely worried sick?? Because Mocha isn’t acting well and seems sick and he doesn’t know what to do?? But then he finds out that no, Mocha is actually fine, she’s just having a foal - and that would end up in Ferdinand’s list of moments where he saw his husband truly over the moon. And when Mocha actually has the foal?? Forget about it - Hubert is near tears over how CUTE her foal is, and Ferdinand is caught completely off guard by just how emotional Hubert - Hubert!!! Of all people!! - he is over Mocha’s newborn foal.
Hubert ends up naming the foal Cinnamon. Ferdinand teases him relentlessly about it. Thus far, Ferdinand is the only one who actually knows what Hubert named the foal - though, considering what Hubert named Mocha, it doesn’t take much for the rest of the BESF to guess that Hubert ended up giving Mocha’s foal some really cute name that no one would ever expect from him.
