Heyy idk if you still write for fe3h, but i just read your dedue x reader where reader had a difficult pregnancy and he takes care of them... and i wondered how Hubert and Dimitri would react to the same scenario (i think hubert would be much like dedue, but he's also not really great with kids and is trying his best to not be like his father, while dimitri would be all angst thinking how he almost lost the love of his life but also melting at his child)
My stupid cat pressed send before i could finish LMAO i didn't get to write a "please if you can, I'd love to see you write this scenario with Dimitri and especially Hubert"
;;I do still write for fe3h!! And the hurt/comfort is chefs kiss
— Similar to Dedue’s fic, there are allusions to pregnancy/childbirth but also warnings of related difficulties surrounding it. (Dimitri almost fights a guy in his part)
Dedue's fic can be found here: x
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You had been put onto bedrest at the behest of the many midwives that had been instructed to tend to your care. Your labors had not been as kind to you as your husband had hoped. Neither had your pregnancy. Aches and pains from adjusting to the new life growing inside of you, to even not even being able to rise from bed. For a moment, there was a traitorous voice in his ear, cruelly whispering of your possible demise. Of potentially losing you and the child both, the labors too strenuous on your body. The timing not being right.
Until there was a shrill cry of a newborn, and your own shaking breaths as you were tended to. Many held their breaths through the night, as things still had not looked promising. Some even prayed, amongst the warm towels wiping the sweat from your brow, that the Goddess had mercy on your family. You had survived, it was nothing short of a miracle.
...Dimitri had felt the hopelessness gnawing at him as he sat at your bedside. His hair had fallen away from the ponytail you had helped him with before you had gone into labor. He didn't want to touch it, not wishing to mess it up. (He did not want to think that it could have been the last time your fingers combed through his hair, your laughter sweet as he sat on the floor and between your legs obediently.)
Your child rested in his arms, such a tiny and vulnerable being wrapped in soft blankets and linens. The recent snow and cold weather had been particularly bad. He heeded the healer's words in ensuring they were always carefully bundled up.
"We love you so much," The King murmurs, his voice trembling as the babe stirs. Tiny hands curl around his fingers, and he lets out a choked out sound, one that is barely distinguishable between a laugh and a sob.
It is your voice that nearly startles him. You had been able to at least be awake for a few hours at a time only recently. But even then, getting out of bed was nigh impossible.
"Dare I say, your enemies should never learn how you cried holding our child, lest they know what is your largest weakness," You tease with a small laugh. You sit up, slow and careful, a bit sluggish too as you stifle a yawn.
Dimitri almost immediately moves to stand in order to assist you in anyway. But you wave him off, eventually able to sit up properly on your own. "You shouldn't strain yourself," He tries to say, but his teary eye is not as intimidating.
"I can handle sitting up, I promise," You murmur, bringing a spare blanket over your shoulders. The soft wool a comfortable weight over you.
Your expression softens as your baby's coos fill the quiet ambiance of the room. Dimitri hadn't told anyone you were awake for a little longer yet, wishing to have a moment longer with you and your small family.
"I haven't chosen a name yet," Dimitri confesses, "I did not want to accept the idea that you might not have been here to help me name them..."
You can only imagine it. Dimitri, being the tallest in the room and yet half curled into himself as he holds your child close to his chest. Not being named despite having a certain feeling that he had been getting pressured for it. His heir had to have a name after all.
(Dimitri does not tell you of how he had raged at the audacity of one nobleman, a man who had spoken of your duties in childbed as irrelevant. That he did not have to wait for your input on naming the child. Despite there having been tradition in Faerghus to ensure that both parents were able to name the child.
He does not tell you that he had nearly broken the man's nose, having to be held back by Sylvain and Felix while Dedue escorted the now rightfully frightened man away. He does not tell you how he wept alone, as healers tend to you, as you still bled.)
Instead, he allows your gentle touch when your fingers card through his hair. "For all this time, you're lucky it isn't matted and that I don't need any sheers to cut out the tangles." You admonish.
Instead of feeling flustered, Dimitri laughs now. Relief makes a home in his veins.
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...Hubert is stoic. For a moment, it would not be hard to believe that he was... uncaring. But that was the furthest thing from the truth. At first, he had been a bit excited. A part of him had even looked forward to this future with you and the family you both made together. Until that dream was brushed away by the cruel pen of reality.
You had jokingly called him paranoid, for with each midwife he had hired to assist you, he had his spies already collecting whatever information they could get on them. Hubert had simply smiled then, before ensuring each midwife could be trusted around you and the child you would soon have. His hand had taken yours, giving a familiar squeeze of assurance as he sat beside you, letters in his hands forgotten.
But he could have never predicted this. He had somehow stumbled out of the room, not even the concerned voice of Edelgard calling his name could bring him back to focus. "Save them," He had somehow rasped out, staggering from the room with an expression that made others pause.
For the first time, Hubert drank himself into a stupor. The image of your face with a dangerous pallor, to the shrill cries of a baby. He could not stay in the room any longer. The alcohol had burned, but it was a momentary distraction. At least his father's old collection had served a purpose now, instead of just collecting dust.
It could have been days since he had stepped into the old study. His father's study. The furniture had cloths over them in order for dust not to settle. To be forever pristine, to be forever hidden away. He would not be the same man. When affection was traded for cruelty, all for the sake of the Empire, his father said. He was not a violent man, but cold all the same.
(It is Ferdinand who finds him. The new Duke Aegir had not raised his voice but his words stung all the same. You were barely conscious while he was gone, asking for your husband while he was drinking his sorrows away.
Hubert is prepared to snap at the man. To demand what right does he have to scold him so. But the words catch in his throat when his body nearly collapses. Relief and exhaustion overwhelm him. You had woken up. Barely, but you were awake. It takes convincing to not rush to see you right away, but Ferdinand smartly reminds the man that he smells far too much of alcohol, more than you would be willing to put up with. So he bathes, the hot bath already prepared as well as fresh clothes.)
Your eyes flicker to him as Hubert silently enter the room, at first having stood at the door way. For his stature, he could be light on his feet if he wanted to. You always caught him anyway.
The baby is carefully held by the head midwife, your expression softening at the sound of their gurgles and coos. How tiny hands reach out in wonder at being in this new place.
When Hubert sits beside you, the baby is carefully placed in his arms. You pretend not to notice the breath he lets out, allowing him to have this moment. His lower lip wobbles, as you quietly thank the midwife for her help, as they exit the room to allow you both privacy.
It is only then, with the baby in his arms and the knowledge that you are awake and close to him (that you are alive), does Hubert allow himself to weep. You gently cup his cheek, your thumb brushing away any tears.
"Does the idea of dying scare you? Is that why you are being so...out of it tonight?" Your voice cuts through the tension filling the kitchen.
Your lover had come hurt again. Their eyes drain of their spark of life. All evening, their replies had been short, blunt, and cold. When you try to comfort them, they shrug you away with sheer indifference.
"What?" They answer while refusing to look up from the wound on their forearm.
How long have they been tending that cut now? An hour? Two hours? The both of you had lost track. The snacks you made early have surely gone cold by now.
But you two should eat, right? That will help, right?
"Did you come close to dying today?" You try to keep your voice to steady. From experience, you know any temble in your voice will worry them. But oh, the clacking of the dishes in the snack tray displays your trembling hands for all.
"Let me help." They stand up and rush to your side. With a whisk of their hands, the tray is traded. They carry it to the kitchen table and set it down.
Then, a deep inhale cuts through every single whisper within your head.
"No, but we lost others." They keep their back turned to you. Their eyes glued to the sandwiches and cookies you made just for them.
"I was powerless. They looked like-" Before they could finish the sentence, you rush over to hug them from behind. You burry your face into their back, praying tears do not fall.
"I am right here. I am alive." Your voice cracks out.
And like that, they spin you aroubd to hold you tightly. With the energy they had left now gone, the two of you fall to the ground, tangled together. Neither of you are willing to let go of each other anytime soon.
"I am alive. You are alive. We are safe and sound, right here, right now." You repeat over and over again as their eyes fill with tears.
Okay hear me out!What if the reader (Yhwach's daugther) had both Jugram and Hubert as her bodyguards!Would they fight over who is better at their job?
(What is my taste in man)
Your taste in men is amazing 🗣️
Jugram is the cold and stern second in command, Hubert is the cocky royal guard I mean what's the worse that can happen except these two having staring matches all day, Hubert being the one provoking them with that shit eating grin of his.
Hubert likes to talk shit about practically everyone and he definitely gossips with you, but when Jugram also happens to hear him trash talking someone in front of you, get ready for a lecture of why you shouldn’t endulge in such things and of course he has a scolding session with Hubert.
Anytime Hubert gets a little to close to you like putting an arm around your shoulders, something little like that, Jugram would be on his ass, telling him he shouldn't treat the princess like a common person and that he should have some respect. Hubert would say something like "let lose" or "you act like a old man" only making the situation worse.
With time they'd develop a soft spot for you and try to not clash as much, key word try.
One time Jugram compliment you "you look lovely today, princess" and of course you thanked him and smiled, Hubert however didn't like your smile directed at him, so he stepped it up saying "you always look lovely, princess." Jugram side eyed him "Yes...I agree." But Hubert added "your hair looks beautiful". Jugram was feeling a little childish today so he also added "your uniform looks pretty" "its the same uniform everyone has??" "Yes but it looks nicer on her then on...certain people..." Yeah, good luck trying to stop Hubert from jumping Jugo.
I really think Yhwach appointed them as your bodyguards so you can get some friends anddd for his own entertainment as well. And they do cure your loneliness as a princess so you're thankful for that but what you don't know is that you genuinely made them closer and they can at least stand each other for now.
all four men in the black eagles house are nobility! they all come from good families, have been raised and trained well and if you'd even date one of them, you'd be practically set for life!
and yet, you don't just have one boyfriend but four of them! and depending on your own status and background, your relationship looks a little different!
if you are a fellow noble, nobody would even bat an eye. sure, some might be annoyed that so many nobles are off the market at once, but that's just how things are sometimes!
but if you are a commoner, expect your boyfriends to have to defend you, because people don't take kindly to commoners marrying or dating into the nobility! a lot of people will look down upon you and your boyfriends will be busy defending and protecting you!
out of the four, ferdinand is the most affectionate and openly flirtatious one! he loves to spoil you, expecting a noble man to treat their partner right! it's simply normal for him to offer you all he can give!
linhardt and caspar are pretty affectionate too, but linhardt more so in a clingy and passive way! linhardt doesn't know personal space and especially when he's tired, he just clings to you and will probably even fall asleep on you–
caspar is a bit of an awkward guy, but well meaning! he doesn't quite know how to be a good boyfriend, but he just lets his heart guide him and does what he believes to be right! he's not very romantic, but very sweet in his own way! though most of his date ideas are just training together…
and then there's hubert! he likes to keep his distance from the others a bit. while linhardt and caspar hang out with you as a trio, hubert prefers alone time with you (even if ferdinand keeps inviting himself along to your dates with hubert)
Summary: How Edelgard, Hubert, Seteth, Hanneman, and Rhea react to having an easily flustered lover.
༓Edelgard von Hresvelg
She doesn’t mind. It’s just how you are. But Edelgard is a very cool and reliable woman, and so used to taking responsibility that she doesn’t typically realize what she has said or done until you blush, making her flustered in return. A few examples are when you were hurt and she effortlessly lifted you in bridal style or when she shielded you with her body, trapping and pinning you against the wall.
༓Hubert von Vestra
If he is being honest Hubert finds it so amusing that he actively tries to see you become flustered, a devilish smirk on his face whenever he does it. He doesn’t get too flustered by things or not as easily as you do. However, the things he will do to get a reaction out of you is bushing his hand or fingers against your skin that’s so faint it is a ghostly touch, leaving goosebumps behind. Or kisses he promised to give you but makes you work for it instead with a smirk.
༓Seteth
He doesn’t get nearly as flustered as Edelgard or Hanneman although depending on how intimate the situation is between the two of you will make him blush. But there is something so cute with how you react that it makes him subconsciously more flirtatious, more heart-racing behavior. Stolen moments are hidden away in a dark corner of the room to not get caught by others as he sneaks kisses, touches, and low whispers against your ears. Each reaction makes him chuckle in response.
༓Hanneman von Essar
Unless told why your face is often blushing it will take him a while because Hanneman can’t see someone getting flustered over his dorky self. Although if told or once he realizes it, he’ll blush as well especially if you are the one who told him. Hanneman almost feels like an awkward schoolboy who trips over his words when you respond to his actions. He is too much of a gentleman to attempt to make you react like this on purpose.
༓Rhea
Likewise to Seteth and Hubert, she finds it quite adorable. She loves your reactions so much that compared to the others, she is more aggressive, actively trying to make you a mess. Soft touches on your skin that are followed by kisses or blowing air against your ears. One favorite of Rhea’s is kissing you after she or you had something sweet to eat, it makes her almost want to eat you, making her lick your lips a little. Anyone would be shocked to see her behavior but if anyone was to comment on it, the only reply from Rhea is a closed-eye smile because it’s nearly impossible to fluster her.
Headcanon: Hubert Realizing He Loves You Would Be Like...
Request: None
Word Count: 517
Hubert had never really thought about dating or getting married. He thought he would be devoted to one person and one person only: Edlegard. However, when he met you, everything changed.
He first noticed how his eyes drift to you when you are around him. He also finds himself searching for you in crowds. Hubert scolds himself for losing focus but finds he can't stop himself from ensuring you are unharmed after a battle.
Edelgard would notice a change in Hubert immediately. At first, she would tease him about his crush on you. Hubert would deny his feelings for you and try to keep you out of his thoughts. Edelgard would notice that Hubert would still perform all his duties to perfection, but something was different about him. Edelgard would push him to take you on a date.
It was after your first date that Hubert knew you were special. You seemed to understand him better than anyone else, and he knew he wanted to spend more time with you. After a couple more dates, Hubert would like to make it official: the two of you would be a couple.
It would take Hubert a long time to realize he loves you. At first, it would be an unfamiliar feeling that he would look forward to seeing you after a long day or the way his heart practically stops when he loses sight of you during a battle. At first, he would ignore these feelings, but then he would want to know why he was having those feelings. That research would lead him to the word love.
Once he realized he loved you, he wouldn't say anything to you right away. He would want to explore what he was feeling to make sure his love for you was real.
Hubert would find himself spending less time working. He would get everything done but wouldn't work himself into the ground. He would just want to spend as much time with you as possible.
Hubert would try to plan how to tell you that he loves you, but every time he was ready, something would come up, go wrong, or he would chicken out.
In one particular battle, Hubert's hand was forced. It was complete chaos. Hubert wasn't able to keep an eye on you and Edelgard both. He decided to stick with Edelgard but couldn't help but look for you between enemies. It was a tough battle, but eventually, it came to an end. Knowing that Edelgard was fine, Hubert began looking for you. He found you on the ground, injured.
Hubert immediately got help for you. He regretted leaving you alone during battle. He couldn't believe you were injured on his watch. You were severely injured, but the healers confirmed you would pull through. He knew he needed to tell you he loved you as soon as possible. He never knew that you could have been taken away from him so easily. When you awoke, Hubert was there with too many emotions to count swimming in his eyes. His first words to you were, "I love you".
Pairings; Ferdinand x reader, Hubert x reader, Claude x reader, Dimitri x reader, Yuri x reader (separate)
Gender Neutral! Possibly OOC but I’ve just worked 6 days consecutively I’m tired (I also didn’t mean for Ferdie and Hubie’s to be so much longer than everyone else’s I promise)
Ferdie;
-He spent so much time in multiple different towns, trying to find the best ring for you, and if he wasn’t so swamped with work he’d have made the ring himself, but he eventually settled on a gorgeous, elegant yet extravagant, jewelled band that suits you and your stunning beauty perfectly
-The whole night was perfectly planned, from the time he calls for you, to the sweet speech he’d prepared (and rehearsed) over the course of many early mornings (Hubie caught him reading it in front of the mirror once and poor Ferdie’s never seen such pure amusement on anyone’s face)
-It’s already all set up by the time you both reach the secluded meadow, blanket laid neatly in a patch of grass surrounded by flowers, yet not squishing too many, candles carefully placed so they don’t fall and burn everything to the ground, fireflies dancing in the moonlight, your favourite foods, lovingly handmade by Ferdinand himself, beautifully covered so none other than you two could enjoy it
-A perfect night for the most perfect person in his eyes
-Yet he completely forgets that he was meant to propose. Literally just, forgets. He’s so enthralled by your beauty and enraptured by your melodic voice that he forgets about the box in his pocket, forgets about the speech he made, forgets that he’s meant to ask you to share the rest of your lives together because in that moment it truly seemed as if you were the only people to exist
-It’s only when you, having known his plan all along (he’s not subtle nor sly enough to hide it), pull out a box containing the ring you spent weeks choosing, showing it to him with a sheepish smile, that he remembers what he came there to do and scrambles to pull out the ring he chose for you
-Very romantic, 10/10
-He later tells Dorothea everything that happened, dramatically lamenting the fact he never got to say his long, very sweet speech he had prepared, and she brings the whole ordeal up during her speech at the wedding
Hubie;
-Oh Hubie, oh sweet, caring mother hen Hubie
-As well-informed and sly as he is, he’s near-hopeless when it comes to romance, so when he found out you were taking trips to various jewellers searching for rings he genuinely thought you were just browsing for yourself, even if its not usually your type of thing (or, maybe you were looking at rings for him, to coax him out of his glove-wearing obsession)
-With how much time he spent also at the same jewellers that you visited (he thought you were better with accessories than him so he followed your lead in secret) you’d think he would wisen up and figure it out but no, it takes the jeweller themself mentioning you for him to realise you were looking for engagement rings and not everyday rings
-He found a ring that he thought would be perfect for you and the jeweller mentioned that you’d been eyeing that one and that’s what finally made him clock on to what all your trips had truly been for
-Not wanting to be taken by surprise with no way to smoothly recover and act like he has everything perfectly planned all the time, he carries the ring with him everywhere he goes, even if you’re not nearby or maybe even in a whole other city doing work stuff
-After a talk with Edelgard, he decides to plan something special to show that he does, in fact, absolutely adore you and everything you do, but he does still keep the ring with him in a special pocket that he refuses to use for anything else
-It happens at a time that neither of you had prepared (the dinner he had planned was set for a week later, and you were gonna do it later the next night), you two were just sitting by the waterfront one warm afternoon, gazing out at the glittering lake before you, when you felt peaceful and relaxed enough to ask him to close his eyes as you stood to kneel behind him, ring box in hand
-He’s smart (sometimes) and knows exactly what you’re doing, so he takes the ring box out of his pocket and displays it proudly as he turns around once you tell him you’re ready
Claude;
-Fecker knew the whole damn time
-Somehow knew from the moment you thought to yourself “huh, I think I wanna marry Claude”
-He mentions to Hilda one day that he’s 99% sure you’re out shopping for engagement rings at that exact moment, and then says “hey you know what would be really funny” and decides that he, too, would be proposing after you spent so much time & effort planning everything with your second closest confidant (whoever that may be)
-So when you finally muster up the courage to take him to a gorgeous beach one evening after a satisfying dinner, he’s got this unusual, unreadable grin on his face, hands behind his back as he fiddles with the little velvet box containing the ring he oh so lovingly chose for you, only to trip and fall, grabbing you by the arm and bringing you down with him
-Now, two identical ring boxes lay on the sand in front of you, and Claude’s sheepish “surprise?” almost makes up for the mouthful of sand you’re now having to spit out
-He’s laughing and you’re eating sand
Dima;
–Absolutely clueless
-You two proposing at the same time really is just pure chance
-He didn’t even know you were planning on proposing in the first place! Okay maybe he had a slight hunch but he didn’t want to ask in case he was wrong and it was just wishful thinking on his part
-Dimitri (lovely Dima, gorgeous man, amazing) asks the Blue Lions for help with choosing the right ring and planning the perfect date, some help more begrudgingly than others (looking at you Felix Hugo Fraldarius), but in the end he has a solid plan and a pretty damn gorgeous ring, all he needs now is self confidence and you
-A while before the actual event, he tells you that he’s taking you to see some of Faerghus’ most beautiful snowy areas, promising countless tales from his childhood, and you decide that that’s the perfect time to propose, because it sounds phenomenal and you had no idea Dimitri was planning on proposing then too
-When you two reach the absolutely stunning and truly wondrous area, you pull out your ring box and get on one knee, only to see Dimitri blink a few times before doing the exact same thing, blushing hard and smiling wide
Yuri;
-He found out your plan by accidentally going to the same jeweller as you at the same time as you, seeing you carefully inspecting the engagement rings as he got through the door, but because he’s Yuri mf Leclerc you didn’t see him as he stood in the shadows and observed your choice
-It made him feel all warm & fuzzy inside so he searches high and low for The Best Ring Ever to give to you
-From that point onwards, he’s taking the ring with him whenever you ask him to join you on an outing, no matter how big or small that outing may be, but to his surprise you don’t propose on any of those trips
-One day, he’s been working non stop for hours, so you waltz into his office and all-but drag him to the dining table, lecturing him about how he needs to eat properly even if his work is very important, and since he just thought it was a normal dinner he didn’t take the ring with him
-To his shock, you end up spontaneously proposing after you both finish eating, confessing that you were planning to propose on each of those little trips you took him on, only for it to not feel right or for nerves to get the better of you, so you decided to do it in a place you both feel comfortable and at ease
-He accepts, obviously, but then takes you back to his office to show you that he bought you a ring too, slipping it straight onto your finger
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Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! As always I have been Geas and you have been awesome, never forget that. I hope that you are giving yourself a break and treating yourself fairly, because while things may seem like they’re spinning out of control sometimes, you are stronger and better than you know.
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“Strip,” he orders, his voice is barely above a whisper, but in the silence of his room, you can't miss it. He sits in a chair pulled up to the side of the bed, watching you where you stand by the door. You feel yourself blush, and feel your body freeze despite the heat that is rushing through you. “Don't make me repeat myself.” Hubert warms, though you can hear the fondness in his voice, no matter how he tries to hide it. Still, you wouldn't dare disobey. Not when his hungry gaze creeps up your body, and not when you know he always makes it worth your while.
You force yourself to move, quickly stepping closer to get away from the door and kicking off your shoes, followed by fumbling with your shirt. Your fingers are clumsy with the buttons, but eventually you feel yourself from the fabric and move on to the rest of your clothes.
Hubert watches you, his enjoyment obvious, as you undress before him. With every inch of your body made visible, his gaze darkens into something more and more hungry. His glint with some kind of malicious intent, and it sends a shiver through you at the thought of what he has in mind. Finally, you stand completely bare in front of him, fighting the urge to cross your arms in front of yourself to hide from his unrelenting gaze. He considers you for a long moment, watching your hands struggle to remain at your sides. Watching the way you can't quite meet his eye.
“Come here.” he orders, after a moment, to let you stand in your own embarrassment. You step towards him quickly, and you stop when you’ve come to stand between his knees. He gives a smile, one that says the night is just beginning. “On your knees.”
