#huthea

[texts-from-3h]

[huberts-private-counsel-archive]

Can you imagine dorothea and hubert bonding by teaming up to mess with ferdinand w/ their magic since they both initially hate him?? I bet the chaos they'll create would be pretty hilarious, and maybe they even got detention from sensei for it :D

First of all, RIP FERDIE POOR MAN IS GONNA BE PRANKED ENDLESSLY

Second of all, honestly I'm all for this??? Even if they're bonding over a shared dislike of Ferdinand, they're bonding? Though after they start bonding over that, imagine they start bonding over other stuff too!

and no this isn't an excuse for me to imagine dorothea finding out how shit hubert's father was and being ready to Throw Hands

imagine, i m a g i n e, Hubert actually enjoying the operas Dorothea would perform in? Of course he'd have watched them either a) with Edelgard or b) in disguise because there's no way he'd allow himself to be seen alone in the opera house (mostly bc his father would punish him if he found out Hubert was sneaking out to watch the opera and leaving Edelgard by herself despite Edelgard encouraging it)

[seasaltmemories]

*me realizing What You Know perfectly fits the weird Dorothea/Hubert vibe I love*

[voxmilia]

@remyfire asked: 12.) Black Eagles ot4 GIVE IT GIVE IT GIVE IT

WIP Game!!

YOU HELPED ME WRITE IT SMH BAJDKHADKJL

You help me write many things though so thank you for being my consistent sounding board and cheerleader. I know this block has been a real struggle since early 2021 and I'm so grateful every day to have you as a best friend <3 <3 <3

SAPPY SHIT OUT OF THE WAY, HAVE THEA FLUSTERING HER BOY HUBIE and me practicing writing a sultry character-

“Goooooood morning~!”

“It’s three in the afternoon, Dorothea,” is the reply she receives, Hubert’s deadpan voice slightly muffled due to the cheek resting on his fist.

That little fact doesn’t deter the actress in the slightest. As if to spite her partner’s logic, she saunters over to the little dining room table where he works. Her silken robe slips further down her shoulders, revealing her crimson baby doll and copious amounts of skin. She hums, draping her arms languidly around Hubert’s shoulders and is gifted with the warm, flushed expanse of his throat, open and vulnerable to her searching mouth. “Good morning, Hubie,” she counters, more firmly and no less teasingly.

His noise of acquiescence is enough for Dorothea to chalk this up to a victory.