#ferarepairweek

[fayessketchbook]

Day 6 - Hobbies

[charbbutt]

“Thank you for taking me home”

FE Rare Pair Week: Day Four (Thankful)

[avesmonster]

My final contribution to FE Rarepair week! It's an Ashe/Cyril goddess tower confession scene-- I used the prompt "silver" which alludes to the ring on Cyril's finger.

@ferarepair-week

[owlmatik]

Raphael/Dedue (Raphadue) for @ferarepair-week‘s day 2 Prompt: Tea!

[hhav]

when your boyfriend is a nerd and goes all out for Halloween

it’s @ferarepair-week!!

[bi-naesala]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fire Emblem Series, Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hilda Valentine Goneril/Claude von Riegan Characters: Hilda Valentine Goneril, Claude von Riegan Additional Tags: mentions of Holst Goneril, Post-Canon, Post-Golden Deer Route (Fire Emblem: Three Houses), Lazy Mornings, Fluff, FE Rarepair Week 2019, Revenge, but it's nothing too serious don't worry Series: Part 6 of FE rarepair week Summary:

For once, Hilda wakes up before Claude, or does she?

(Late entry for @ferarepair-week | Prompt: Warm)

[alice-in-idol-land]

the look in your eyes

Read on AO3 here

Series: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Pairing: Hilda/Annette

Word Count: 1012

Summary:  Hilda hesitates for a fraction of a second, wondering if she really should... Ah, who cares? She's Hilda Valentine Goneril, and she can do what she wants! ...Or something.

A/N:  Two days late but the fact that it's done is all that mattersssss Also I haven't played 3H yet but these two are highkey cute!! They should be popular;; It's twice as long as I mean it to be but that's okay because wlw is everything. I also made a spotify playlist with all the songs I used for the titles for this week, you can listen to it here;; 

For @ferarepair-week Day 7: Azure

As Hilda drafts the design for her newest hair adornment, she's struck with sudden inspiration. Blue, it has to be blue. A pure azure colour as clear as the sky, the ocean, the colour of... something. There's a reason it has to be blue, but Hilda really isn't sure why - which is strange, she's usually so sure of everything else. So, she shrugs it off and continues with her design. If it really matters, she's sure she'll remember it later or something.

The next day, Hilda finds herself very content. In fact, she's so happy that she might be convinced to do a little more work than usual, moving her upper limit from nothing to half of something at the very most. Of course, just as she's decided it, there's a crash and a yelp and off Hilda goes to do her one half of a thing for the day. She's greeted by a familiar orange and so she sighs.

"Annette, good morning!"

"Ah... good morning, Hilda," she replies, turning her head from the wreckage of yet another broken object to Hilda's visage and Hilda blinks. Annette's eyes are blue, very blue, a pure azure colour, she might even say... And, gods, Hilda finally understands where her thoughts had been going last night. She's tempted to smack herself for not realizing it, but that might give her away, so instead she merely clears her throat.

"Broke something again, I see?" she says with a hum, her smile a tad less genuine and more like the one she shows people she wants something from.

"Yes, I did..." There's a sad glint in Annette's eyes as she frowns and Hilda'sstruck with how pretty they are, even like that. She waves the thought away as quickly as she can. "Hilda, you're good with delicate stuff, right?"

"I'm better than most people at it, sure." Hilda replies and Annette meets her eyes, a pleading look.

"Then, could you-"

"Fine, fine." Before she's even asked, Hilda accepts the query with a wave of her hand. She had said she'd do half of something today, so she might as well make it a whole something if Annette's the one asking. It's not as if she can resist saying yes if it's those eyes staring at her, if it's that voice asking her so sweetly. ...It might be a little too late to notice, but gods, is she in deep.

As Annette picks up the pieces, Hilda returns to her room to find some craft supplies that she can use to put the broken whatever-it-was back together. The hair ornament from last night is still where she left it... so she grabs that too, just in case.

Together, they manage to fix it - a teapot, it had been, and a particularly fancy one at that - and it looks pretty much as good as new, Annette can only sigh in relief.

"Thank you so so much!" she exclaims, eyes glittering like the jewels they are as Hilda merely shrugs.

"It's no big deal," she replies because she has to play it off, stay cool, cool, super cool...

"But it is!" Annette insists. "I know you don't like doing work, so the fact that'd you'd help me means a lot. Really, you saved my life. What can I do to make it up to you?"

Hilda blinks. "You can do nothing at all."

Annette pouts. "That's not right! I have to do something!"

"Then..." Hilda hesitates for a fraction of a second, wondering if she really should... Ah, who cares? She's Hilda Valentine Goneril, and she can do what she wants! ...Or something. "Will you accept this?"

"Eh?" Before Annette can question it, Hilda pulls out the hair accessory. "Are you sure accepting that is enough?"

"It is," Hilda ascertains, so Annette tilts her head to allow Hilda to put it on. She fastens it the way she had imagined it, right above Annette's ear, creating a perfect asymmetrical aesthetic. As she steps back to look at it, Hilda can't help but admire her own work. If she isn't good, she doesn't know who is! ...And then she notices the light pink brushing Annette's cheeks, the way her eyes are screwed shut and, gods, maybe that's what she should be looking at instead.

"...You can open your eyes now," she says, taking extra care to keep her tone even despite her frantically beating heart. Annette follows the order of course and Hilda lets out a deep exhale. Thank goodness, she chose the right shade of blue, it really, truly seems like the ornament was meant for Annette.

"So? Does it... look okay?" Oh, she's embarrassed. The breathy tone of voice is so cute... Ahh, but she still has to answer. Still, her beating heart!

"Of course!" she replies. "I made it, after all."

"Right, you're right." Annette smiles again, shyly, and Hilda thinks her heart really does burst this time. Is everything this girl does abnormally cute??

"Well, I'm going to get going now. Take care not to break anything else, alright?" Hilda says with a wink (is she being too obvious? she's being too obvious, isn't she...) and off she goes, not even waiting for Annette to reply. Gods, her face must be as pink as her hair by now... Hopefully, Annette hadn't seen but... Hilda smiles, wider than usual. Perhaps it was a good thing that she found her shade of brilliant azure, now she can be sure to keep a good eye on it.

(Annette doesn't quite know what to think when Hilda winks at her. Her throat feels dry and her heart beats much too fast and, gods, Hilda is just too cool, Annette can't help but feel fuzzy inside.  Hilda's already gone by now, but still Annette stews in her feelings. Had she been too obvious? She'd been too obvious, hadn't she... It's just a crush, she reminds herself fervently, but when Hilda's so cool like that... Maybe it's more like love? Oh, gods, Annette wants to die on the spot, this is much too embarrassing...)

[snows-arts]

Whew just made it for today! day 1 for @ferarepair-week , in which the most handsome man Grima has ever met tells he has leaves in his hair