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@waffless4life here goes! I hope you like it^^ Thank you for requesting these two, I love writing for them!

❤ Poly relationship with Hubert and Jeritza HCs

Even though Hubert and Jeritza may look like a perfect match from the outside, they wouldn't have gotten together if you hadn't been involved as well.

Neither of them was even thinking of love or relationships when you all met. Furthering Edelgard's goals was the one thing on Hubert's mind, and as for Jeritza, well, he was dealing with his own stuff.

You were close with Hubert first, and it was him who swayed you to stay when the war broke out.

You didn't stay out of devotion to Lady Edelgard or out of committment to the cause. You stayed because you feared the toll something like this could take on Hubert.

He never knew how to feel about that. Being the one who's being protected was a new feeling for him.

But as long as it didn't interfere with his duties, he returned the favor and watched over you just as faithfully as well.

Jeritza came into the picture a little later. Often, like others in the army, you both got a kick out of making some snide comments about him and his open thirst for blood.

But quickly enough you started feeling bad for him, and asked Hubert to join you in trying to get him to socialise a bit. The guy was clearly going through some heavy stuff, right?

At first, Hubert wasn't too into the idea. He wasn't too sociable either, and he liked to spend his free time alone with you.

But he couldn't really say no to you when you were so excited for something, so he agreed to give it a try.

Truth be told, Hubert was a little intimidated by Jeritza. He knew that Jeritza was handsome and dashing in all the ways he was not.

He felt bad for it, but he found himself hoping that Jeritza's personality would be bad enough to counter his looks.

When he got to know him, though, he realised he wasn't so bad. They even started hanging out together whenever you were away on missions, playing board games and the like.

Jeritza asked Hubert once if it did not scare him to be alone with him. Hubert laughed and replied that it would take much more than that to make him feel scared.

This put Jeritza at ease from there on. If there was one person in the entire army that looked more frightening than him, it was Hubert. That sort of evened out the stakes.

There was one time where far too long went by without news of your battallion's fate, and Hubert was barely holding himself together. The only person he thought of seeking comfort with was Jeritza.

He was convinced at this point that he loved you just as much as he did. If someone could understand what he was feeling, it was him.

Jeritza admitted to it as soon as Hubert first asked, but reassured him that he had no intentions of getting in between the two of you.

Hubert found it surprisingly easy to admit in return that it was very likely to be your wish that he did, in fact, get in between the two of you.

Jeritza asked how he felt about it, and he wasn't sure how to reply.

Hubert's only experience so far had been with you, and neither of you were especially forward, so he was surprised to see Jeritza follow up on the question by leaning forward in his seat and brushing his fingers lightly against Hubert's cheek.

It seemed like these things came naturally to the other man, which made Hubert feel at a distadvantage. He wanted to reciprocate, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Whatever he did, it was sure to be clumsy, he thought. Grotesque, even. Once again, despite his issues, Jeritza was everything he was not.

So he just stood up and left, and did not speak to Jeritza again until after you came back.

Truly, with these two, you had to do everything yourself. But it was worth the effort.

It did put Hubert a little more at ease to learn later on that Jeritza despised his own looks, the ones that he had been so jealous of.

It did not put him more at ease to hear Jeritza describe his facial features as "interesting" with an honest voice and a straight face. But he figured there had to be something in there he did like, to keep him coming back to kiss it so often.

And the same could be said of how he felt about you. Honestly, the three of you were in a similar situation. You could not understand how you had come to be loved by two other people that you thought the world and heaven of.

But it was unquestionable, in every word and gesture that you shared, that said love was there.

[sickly-sweet-imagines]

Can I please request a oneshot for Hubert from fire emblem where he's in love with the reader but won't admit it, so the black eagles try and push him to confess?

You certainly can! I hope you enjoy!

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“Ah, yes, I’ll see you later, then.” Hubert says, his tone as intimidating and ominous as usual. You had to go meet with Hanneman about an assignment, making you cut your conversation with him short. He didn’t seem too broken up about it though. As soon as you’re out of sight, a horde of Black Eagles students burst out of the shadows to bother Hubert. “You really need to say how you feel, Hubert, I could cut the tension with a knife.” “And don’t think we don’t notice your lack of threats towards (Y/n).” He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “And why are you all deciding to involve yourselves in my personal life, exactly?” “Because you’re obvious and we know you aren’t going to confess.” Hubert rolls his eyes, tilting his head slightly. “I don’t need your help.” “Then when are you going to confess?” “That is... None of your concern.” He had no intentions to confess. His heart raced unnaturally when he thought about it. It betrayed his image. “If you don’t tell ‘em, I will!” “You know he’s not joking about that, Hubert.” Linhardt doesn’t even look up from his book to make his comment. Hubert knows he’s right. With a heavy sigh, Hubert waves his hand around his classmates. “Fine. I’ll take care of it myself. Don’t engage yourselves in my affairs again.” He tells him, glowering. It fails to intimidate them. He catches Dorothea making a poor attempt to hide behind a tree while he talks to you. That’s the final push to get him to talk- not out of confidence, but out of annoyance for his fellow students constantly pestering him. “(Y/n), might I bore you for a moment?” “Of course, Hubert, it’s never a bore with you.” He swallows his blush. You truly were incredible, even with the simplest of statements... “I- er- I’ve been meaning to... Tell you something.” “Oh? And what would that be?” “I have... Taken an interest in you. Romantically.” He tenses immediately after speaking, finding himself nervous despite everything he’s done to appear unbothered. “Romantically? I-I-” Your face starts heating up. He liked you like that? Hubert liked you like that? Hubert? Those knowing glances Edelgard would throw around the room suddenly made more sense. Hubert clears his throat, returning you to the real world. “If you are uninterested, that will not be an issue, I simply-” “N-No! I’m very interested- I- uh, I’d really like to... Go out sometime... Hubert.” You fiddle with your hands to try and expel some of the restless nerves. “Ah,” Hubert smirks, smug at this new revelation. “That is good to hear. I’m not sure if you would have been without a curse had you said know.” He chuckles. You’re pretty sure it’s not a joke. Your conversation is cut short by Caspar bursting in, announcing something about losing a bet against Edelgard. Hubert waves to you as a goodbye, disdain filling his features as you walk away. Caspar was already hounding him about date ideas.

[universal-imagines]

Howdy, fe3h request if you don't mind. Can I please get gentle Hubert smut with a small fem reader. I'm in dire need for goth husband content

a/n: i’m sorry it took me so long to get this out!! but to be honest I am not very familiar with hubert. also sorry, no smut…

please do not use any of my works, in any shape or form, without permission.

The days were endless during the war, and while Hubert didn’t mind his duties, there was something he preferred to be doing. Five years ago, there wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do for Edelgard, but after you joined their ranks, his priorities might have been altered slightly.

So after a long day, all the man wants to do is see you in his chambers. To have you all to himself and feel your body close to his. Today was no different.

Your chambers were close to each other, yours on the way to his. It made it easy to meet each other even with the days as busy as they were. All he had to do was gently tap on your door, call your name, and continue on to his. Within three minutes, you were always at his door.

You didn’t need to knock or announce yourself, but you always did anyway. “Hubert?” You called, just loud enough for your voice to get past his door.

“Come in.”

His voice always sent a chill down your spine.

The moment you entered, his hands found their way onto your waist.

“Long day?”

“Without you.”

You felt the warmth of a blush spread across your cheeks. You knew what was going to follow.

His lips met yours in an awkward kiss. The first one of the day was always like that. As if he were afraid of rejection each time, but once you returned the kiss, he’d melt into it. His hands found their way down to your hips as he continued to kiss you, gripping firmly at the waist of your dress.

He pulled away from your fevered kiss to utter only one word, “Bed.”

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[syllvaiin]

‘we’ll laugh until we cry’ Hubert von vestra x reader

“Hubert, don’t you just love to watch the sun set?” It was an innocent question -- something that you didn’t think twice about asking, a casual way to break the quiet evening. After all, most of your life had been so carefree before entering the academy and the war that followed, as the third child of a noble house, you weren’t forced to endure the same responsibilities and scrutiny as your elder siblings, it was all you had ever known. 

He was different: born and bred for eternal servitude; he never had the chance to stop. To set duty aside for just one evening and relish in the golden-red glow of the setting sun and just... exist. So when that question was aired out in to the cool breeze, he could only afford to offer up a curt, “no”. 

At first, you thought that he was just being his normal, boorish self, but when your gaze turned from the sky to his stoic expression, you could physically feel your heart drop. You mentally cursed yourself as you put the pieces together; however, you knew that he wasn’t the type to accept pity, especially from his loved ones, so you smiled over at him instead.

“Well, maybe we can enjoy it together?” You suggested, beaming excitedly. His pale skin was painted in a golden blend of yellows and pinks, giving him a visible warmth — it was the physical manifestation of your love and affection towards him. Where others saw a cold darkness, you saw only light and joy. He was angelic.

Hubert cleared his throat and if it weren’t for the sun reflecting against his skin, you would be able to see a fierce blush dust his cheeks. “You’re staring,” He said softly. “but to answer your question,” he glanced up at the sky then back to your smiling face, with a small grin on his own as he spoke, “I would like that.”

You sidestepped towards the mage, and rested your head upon his shoulder. His arm found its way to your waist where both of your hands held onto one another, and he gave yours a gentle squeeze.

[sickly-sweet-imagines]

Sorry if this breaks rules or offends you, but I've seen this a lot and thought a comfort fic would be nice.

Tw biphobia

I was wondering if you could make a fic/HC post(whichever works), with one for male and female respectively, where the reader is bisexual and in a relationship with Edelgard and Hubert respectively and are told by both people in the LGBT+ community and out of it that they aren't "really LGBT+" because the relationship is straight, and the character comforts the reader because they're crying from the harrassment.

Sorry if this isn't allowed or is poorly written, I've just seen a lot of it and as a bi man myself it's kinda heartbreaking and I'm to afraid to write my own fic.

Regardless have a nice day.

It doesn’t break the rules or offend me at all, I’d be happy to write it! I’m sorry you’ve experienced so much biphobia, it’s upsettingly prevalent and I hope this can provide some comfort to that. TW: Mentions of biphobia under the cut

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Edelgard von Hresvelg w/ Male S/o

You’ve always heard comments about how you should just pick a side

Which... You and those close to you know isn’t how it works

But there will always be people who make a point of acting like it is, like your sexuality is a choice and you’re somehow lying to the community for being bi

It’s not exactly enjoyable

Oftentimes you’ll just try and ignore it, let the comments roll of your back- your personal community supports you, that’s enough to keep you content

But sometimes people just become so... Venomous

People will try to claim the most horrible things about you, assuming the worst of intentions when you’re just trying to engage in your community and be honest about who you are

It can get unbearable sometimes

Edelgard had always been a bit rough towards people who made passing comments about it- she’s never been one to let injustice slide

But goddess, seeing you broken down on your floor after an especially rude group of passerby threw some words your way made her blood boil

She couldn’t tolerate it

None of the things they were saying about you were true, you were still bi and you were still just as attracted to other men as you were before you started dating a woman

It was... Infuriating to say the least

But she could handle those dastards later, a far more important priority on her mind was you

She looks at you, seeing how shrunken in and hurt you are, and her heart squeezes in her chest

She hates seeing you hurting

Edelgard crouches down beside you, a hand resting gently on your back

Her skills with verbal comfort aren’t particularly honed, but she doesn’t need to speak to provide you her support

You can feel in the way she holds you, pulling you close, the barely controlled anger

You can also feel the gentleness and love that’s keeping it controlled as she rubs your back

She struggles to find the right words to say, so she instead opts for a simple “I love you”

Your throat is too tight to reply, but she can tell you said it back

The two of you stayed like that for the remainder of the afternoon, long after your tears had stopped

It was nice, as simple as it was, to cuddle like that

It felt safe, it was comforting after such a difficult interaction

Of course, Edelgard found a way to take care of the people who’d made those comments

Hubert von Vestra w/ Fem S/o

Sometimes you really wished you could just convince yourself you were too sensitive

The things people said to you hurt so much so often

You just wished it was as easy to get over what they said as it seemed like it was for them to say it

You’ve been shoved out of your own communities over and over again for being “manipulative” just because you were bi

You couldn’t understand how being attracted to people was inherently manipulative, and those around you made it clear that it wasn’t to any reasonable person, but the way people talked to you still hurt so much

No matter how often you tried to ignore it, somehow comments would always get back to you about how negatively people viewed you because of your sexuality

It hurt to be rejected from the community you were supposed to be a part of

At least you had your small circle who knew better, like Hubert

Hubert... Was not one to tolerate the hateful comments thrown your way, more likely to try and silence those who hurl baseless insults and accusations, be it temporarily or permanently

He was, admittedly, a bit protective

But nothing he’d done to protect you before could match up to the white hot rage that filled his mind when he saw you crumpled up on your bed in tears

Oh, those monsters did not know what was coming to them

He, much like Edelgard, was not particularly comforting with his words

However the threats he made under his breath as he pulled you into his arms and cradled you against his chest gave the same effect that traditional comfort would

He held you gently, stroking your hair and rubbing circles into your hip

You could feel the slight shake to his hands and lips as he kissed your head

It was obvious how angry this had made him

“They will pay for this my dear, don’t worry.”

It wasn’t an ‘I love you’ in so many words, but it was his greatest expression of love and loyalty

He held you until you calmed down, releasing you from his arms when you seemed contented

He did not, however, leave your side for even a moment for the remainder of the day

He followed close behind you wherever you went, shooting his most terrifying gazes at those who seemed to be looking at you wrong

It was nice. Comforting- Hubert may not be one for long lasting physical affection, but his loyalty and protection were a stronger love language than any you’d encountered

The group who had hurt you in the first place were taken care of

He did not tell you the details, and you did not ask

[sickly-sweet-imagines]

@mommymooze requested: “FE3h Valentines day Confession from Hubert x reader. He wants to be soft, but how do you be soft when all you ever do is threaten?“

I really loved this prompt- I might’ve gone a little off topic with it but I hope you still enjoy!

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The day of love was rapidly approaching at the officer’s academy. Flowers could be spotted everywhere, from student’s desks to office doors. The whole monastery seemed to have a lighter feeling- seeing all the merchants with seasonal, heart shaped goods seemed to put everyone in higher spirits. Or, most people, anyway- Hubert was still maintaining his frightening exterior as strongly as ever. “You are allowed to enjoy yourself, you know.” Edelgard was once again repeating a sentiment she’d been trying to convince him of since the first bouquets started to emerge. “You do not constantly have to be so dreary when there is a festival to enjoy soon.” She wasn’t typically inclined towards holidays created by the church, but Petra seemed familiar with the day, meaning it must’ve existed before the church, or created individually from it, so she let herself enjoy it. “Dorothea has softened you.” “Hubert, I can enjoy a holiday without changing my resolve. And I implore you to do the same.” The conversation went about as well as it always does, with Edelgard excusing herself from the room and leaving Hubert to once again silently brood over everything going on. You, on the other hand, were in the middle of a conversation with Hilda, seemingly intent on finding out who you want to ask to be your valentine so she can... Push you in the right direction. You were not budging on the topic. “Come on, just tell me! I promise I won’t share it with a soul~” You both knew that wasn’t true. Besides- even if it was and she really would keep the secret, you weren’t about to tell Hilda of all people about your romantic interest in Hubert Von Vestra, local curse-giver and general frightening presence. She could see she was getting nowhere. “Fine, if you don’t want to tell me you don’t have to, but you’d better not ask for my advice later!” Her tone was playful, but you knew she was just a tad bitter about it. You returned to your quarters soon after, sitting at your desk and debating whether you wanted to write more unsent love notes or just daydream. Both seemed like very effective uses of your time. Before you can make a decision, the mental debate process is interrupted by a harsh knock on your door. You weren’t anticipating anyone stopping by- though unexpected visits were a side effect of the love in the air. After calling “who is it?” to no response, you walk to your door and try to gaze through the peephole. No one was there. A collection of black roses greet you when you open your door, accompanied by a card with nothing in it save Hubert’s signature. This wasn’t exactly encouraging. Black roses were associated with death. Hubert was associated with... Similarly scary things. Your mind was not filled with confidence. Had you been too obvious about your crush? Did he dislike your interest in him? Were you going to mysteriously disappear this month? Later that day, you walk past the greenhouse, peeking inside to see who was scouring the flowers to add to their bouquets. You spot Hubert in one of the far corners. You step inside to get a better look at what he was doing. Surprisingly, when you got close enough to see him he was not doing anything malicious or dangerous, but dethorning another collection of black roses. He seemed extremely focused on the task, eyes constantly scanning the stems to make sure he hadn’t missed any thorns. It was that moment, seeing him taking all the sharp edges off of the flowers, that it clicked in your head- he wasn’t trying to send you an ominous warning, he was just... Not one for bright colors. “Hubert,” He jumps when you say his name, too focused on his task to have noticed you there before. “I- may I ask you something?” He seems to hesitate, brushing thorns off of his clothes before standing up with the black roses in his hand. “Yes... Of course.” The intimidation factor really isn’t gonna make this easier at all, is it? You bite your cheek as you build your courage. “I was wondering if you would... You might want to be...” “If I might like to sit with you for the romantic festivities?” Well, not quite how you would’ve worded it, but he was right on the mark- you nod at him. “Ah... I believe I may have taken too long, then.” You hear him chuckle under his breath. “I intended on writing a more formal request to deliver with these, but if you’d prefer it in words... Yes, I would... Want nothing more than to join you.” He holds the bouquet out to you. You notice his hands are shaking. “Really? I- thank you, Hubert, I- I didn’t think you’d be interested in participating, much less with me-” You take the flowers from him and smell them to stop your nerves. “I admit, I do not typically see merit in these holidays, but I... My thought process has shifted, much thanks to Lady Edelgard’s advice.” His romancing was certainly not on par with some of the bigger flirts of the monastery. Then again, that’s probably why you like him so much.

[sickly-sweet-imagines]

You should You should do hubert x reader ;);)););)

I should and I will! Hope you enjoy it~!

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“Every day you make my job of protecting Lady Edelgard harder.” You were beyond certain that Hubert hated you. The other day, you had been chatting with Edelgard about nothing in particular, enjoying each other’s company. It had been going well, you made her laugh, she made you laugh, you were friends interacting like friends do. Apparently, though, Hubert took issue with this. “Hubert, you do know you may just approach me, you know.” From the way Edelgard said it you could tell Hubert had been hiding in the shadows for much longer than you were aware of his being there. You can hear his groaning as he steps out of the shadows. “Lady Edelgard, there is news regarding... Empire politics. Do check the letters in your dormitory when you can.” His voice didn’t have the same consistency to it, it almost felt... Strained? Hesitant? You couldn’t pinpoint the emotion but it was clearly not normal. “Thank you, Hubert. Would you like to stay for a moment? I’m sure (Y/n) would have no qualms about you joining us.” You could still remember how teasing her tone was when she said it. It was like she wanted you to blush in front of him. “Ahh, thank you, but no, I cannot accept your offer.” Once again, it didn’t feel right when he said that. Well, the refusal of the offer wasn’t surprising, but his manner of refusing just felt... Off. This was part of why you were so certain he hated you. He took his leave after saying that, though he seemingly didn’t wander far- as soon as you walked out you heard his voice. “(Y/n).” It was the same darkness he used speaking to the new professor. “May I have a word?” Part of you thought this was absolutely when he was going to kill you, but that pesky crush you had made it impossible to refuse. “I would appreciate it if you would refrain from further interaction with Lady Edelgard.” “Huh-?” His finger shot up to silence you. “You have been a persistent nuisance in my duties. Therefore, it would be appropriate of you to stop engaging with her, lest more extreme measures become necessary.” Obviously, you tried to pipe up again to ask about what it was you were doing that made his life so hard, but he simply shushed you again before saying the words that have been floating through your mind all week. “Every day you make my job of protecting Lady Edelgard harder. Cease your commune with her. Immediately.” He left after saying that, leaving you no other thoughts besides ‘Hubert hates me’ as you made your way back to your room. Apparently, these thoughts have begun impacting your training. “What is keeping you so distracted, (Y/n)? You’ve never been this careless!” You weren’t supposed to be socializing with her... But this was training, talking to Edelgard with a sword in your hand was totally different. “Hubert talked to me after that day in the greenhouse.” Her eyes encourage you to continue. “He told me that I’ve been... Making his job harder, making interacting with you harder, I don’t know, you know how hard it is to understand what he actually means when he says things, but I think- I think he just... Doesn’t like having me around, I think he wants me as far as possible... Do you know what he meant?” Amusement briefly flickers in Edelgard’s eyes. “I’ll talk to him. I’m sure it’s all a misunderstanding, he’s not the best at expressing himself, as I’m sure you know.” She chuckles softly. “Go wait in your quarters, I’ll send him to clear things up.”

You’ve been sitting in your quarters for twenty minutes now, and there’s still been no sign of Hubert. Did Edelgard forget? No, that can’t be it... Did Hubert not listen to her? That almost feels more unrealistic... Just as your mind starts exploring the worst case scenario, you hear a knock on your door. Upon opening it, you see the most bizarre expression on Hubert’s face. “(Y/n). Lady Edelgard has informed me that I have been... Misunderstood. Allow me to correct this mistake.” His expression doesn’t get any more normal when he starts to speak, not to mention his voice once again sounds strained and uncertain like it did the other day. You step aside to let him into your room, getting a better look at his face as he steps in. Was he... Red? Is this what he looks like when he’s embarrassed? Can Hubert even feel embarrassment? A harsh snap brings your attention back to reality. “My phrasing did not convey my meaning entirely. I did not mean you were a threat when I informed you that you make everything in my life harder.” Well, even if that isn’t what he meant, the phrase has certainly intensified since last time. A silence, just short of uncomfortable, follows his first phrase as he tries to think of how to follow it. “The problem is... Much the opposite, in fact. You are... The opposite... Of a threat to me, or to Lady Edelgard.” The confusion on your face does not seem to encourage him, as the redness on his face reddens and he sighs. “You have... Enraptured me. I find myself unable to properly report information in your presence, as I find my legs will stop moving ten feet away and my throat tightens when I attempt to speak. You have become something akin to a disease on my body.” . . . Is this a love confession? Is this why Edelgard laughed when you lamented your concerns? “Hubert, do you mean that-” “Please, don’t say it.” “I-” You pause, your mind freezing up despite the endless spinning it’s started to perform. “I feel the same way... Would you-” He holds up his finger (though it seems less harsh than before). “Consider my previous threats... Diminished. Disregarded, if you will... I’ll see you in class.” And he’s gone, shutting the door behind him. You wait until you hear his footsteps fade before expressing your delight. Unbeknownst to you, he waits the same amount of time to do the same.