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geasthewritingrat · 2 years

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Proposing at the same time

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

- 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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shamefulsho · 1 year

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𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 || 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄♫

genre: scenario

requested: no

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pronouns: you/your

wc: 10,624

warnings: none

Edelgard

Somewhere only we know (Keane)

In spite of how busy she is, Edelgard’s love language is quality time. The second she has a break from her duty, she’ll take you away from people and responsibilities, to explore or just to drink in your presence. Her love is adventurous and cheerful, almost as to compensate for the childhood that was stolen from her. While she isn't the type to initiate kisses, she will melt if you kiss her anywhere, especially her cheeks.

On busy days, Edelgard hides away on the roof in order to make for a quick break. If you are near, she’ll send someone to fetch you, so she can have someone to lean on.

You are the only one who will be able to get under her emperor facade. She won’t have to regulate emotions or be mindful of herself. Being able to get her to trust enough that she completely lets go makes you her paradise.

While she isn't necessarily against PDA, she won't initiate because she always has a goal in mind when in front of people. If you initiate, she will become putty and forget her goal which will end up with Hubert being irritated that his plan needs to be saved or modified.

Hubert

I wanna be yours (Arctic Monekys)

On the rare occasion that you can get Hubert to love you, he loves hard, obsessively even. His very being is motivated by love, everything he does. His love language is gift giving with some acts of service. He isn't one for saying I love you, in words, but when he does, he's poetic and careful with how he does it. Almost as if you were to blink, you’d miss it entirely. However, if he were away for war and you were stuck somewhere else, his letters would contain nothing but endearments and poetic love confessions.

He’s not a huge fan of PDA but can look past linking arms or hand holding. Hubert is a decently traditional man, and he wouldn't want to lay with you sexually or not before marriage. But if you catch him in the library with no one around, he wouldn't mind letting you lean on him or wrap yourself in his arms.

Don’t be surprised to find little things you like in places you frequent. Hubert knows how busy both his and your schedules can be and how rarely they synchronize, so he leaves something to help you push through the day whenever he can. Things like a cup of water, a snack, or a damp rag to ensure you’re taking care of yourself. Everything accompanied with a black flower, of course. He especially loves when you acknowledge or thank his acts. He’s one that loves feeling useful and caring for you

Ferdinand

Until I found you (Stephen Sanchez, Em Beihold)

With loving Ferdinand, you receive a romance only spoken of in books. He absolutely spoils you as much as he can with the finest things and shows you off at every chance he can.

His love language is quality time and words of affirmation. He needs to have something with you every day or so to motivate himself. Should you drink tea with him, he’ll ensure the treats and tea are your favorite. Should you both have a free day, he’ll take you to see his territory. You make him feel alive, human even.

Though everything you do makes his cheeks flush red, he’ll absolutely melt when you verbalize your love for him. Compliment his hair, he’ll light up and compliment you in return. Praise him for his work, he’ll puff his chest with pride and smile for the rest of the day. But tell him you love him and watch his cheeks turn red, his noble facade fade, and his tongue still. He needs someone to remind him that he has worth outside his title.

Caspar

Paper Rings (Taylor Swift)

Caspar approaches his love with a passion that rivals how he feels for training. He loves taking you to train with him, no matter if you spar with him, if he carries you while running or if you sit on his back while he does push ups.

He likes giving (strange) gifts to you. Expect him to bring you random things he finds cool or reminds him of you. Screaming, he’ll run across the entire camp to show you a cool rock he found in the mess hall. When he’s forced to separate from you, he’ll make it a point to send the small things with a messenger or save them for you.

Giving him a place by your side means more to him then you realize. To love Caspar is to love him whether he is brimming with determination or anxiety. He’ll only allow you to see his moments of true weakness, when he actually lets his mind race. His future has never been guaranteed, so having you helps anchor his fears for the future.

Linhardt

Bloom (The Paper Kites)

Linhardt is one for soft, subtle love with his love languages being physical touch and acts of service. His love is like the feeling of nuzzling into you after a long day or gentle hands caressing his face. He will follow you around, no matter what you are doing. If he can lean on you, sleep on you, or touch you while you're attending to your business, he will, but if he can’t, he’ll stay a safe distance and patiently wait for you to finish.

Though, for physical touch, it’s not how you would expect. Linhardt would find comfort in smaller, simpler touches: leaning his legs against yours, his pinkie intertwined with yours, your breath brushing against his face softly. If, at some point, you decide to brush his hair, he won't brush his hair again. He’ll waddle up to you with his tired eyes and his brush and ask you to brush his hair for him.

Saying “I love you” for Linhardt are murmurs as he falls asleep or when he knows you're asleep while he’s indulging his curiosity for crests. Though he says it in other ways when you're sick or unwell. He’ll have all your work done and allow you to truly rest to repay what you do for him.

Bernadetta

Kindergarten (Chloe Moriondo)

Bernadetta loves through gifts and quality time. Most gifts she gives will be handmade gifts. She adores cute little matching sets both you and her can wear.

You're the only person she allows in her sanctuary (her room). She trusts you enough to not overthink around you which automatically makes you better than most. Her room is somewhere she can forget about the outside world’s troubles.

With dating Bernadetta, you can expect her to use you as a shield from other people, often talking from behind you. She finds fiddling with your hand or sleeve to be more comforting than her own hands or clothes. Your presence, visibly, makes her perk up. Watch her paranoid eyes soften and her cowering posture straighten when you walk into a room.

Petra

Oasis (Jasmine Thompson)

Petra, for you, will do her research on romantic gestures of Fodlan. She will ask everyone she knows, she searches books and studies them to please you and to assure herself that you feel loved. Though when you do the same for Brigid’s acts of love, she’ll become speechless and get uncharacteristically flustered.

She'll be absolutely ecstatic if you tell her you want to go with her to Brigid. She would begin teaching you the basics of the language and traditions, so you don’t feel completely lost as she did when she came to Fodlan.

Petra adores your hair with her entire being. No matter where you are or when, she absentmindedly combs her fingers through your hair or braids it. She won't realize how much she loves playing with your hair while talking to you about a topic of curiosity. When she does, expect her to invite you away to do just that.

Dorothea

Willow (Jasmine Thompson)

After being in the Opera Company and adored by many for years, Dorothea finds comfort in the little things she has left for herself. Especially in relationships, she keeps a private, not secret boundary.

At random, she will pull you close to fix your clothes, allowing her hands to linger and her fingers to softly graze. Needing something beside you, she allows herself to especially lean on you. If you hand her something, she grabs it rather slowly, allowing her hand to rest on yours momentarily.

After long, draining days, Dorothea will insist on slipping away with you. To her, it matters not what you do or talk about if you speak to begin with. Her depleted attitude will gradually recover as she absorbs your face’s creases and curves.

Her heart and mind both at ease, leaving her attractive facade at the camp. With you, she's Dorothea, not the Mystical Songstress. With you, she cares not for any stray hairs, any imperfections in her skin, and malfunctions in her wardrobe, but instead for the wind that sways around her and you, the accelerated beating of her heart, and your warm, welcoming presence.

Monica

Cloud 9 (beach bunny)

Monica’s love is unlike her admiration for Edelgard, instead it’s more slowed, believe it or not. Her infatuation is spent on Her Majesty, so when it comes to a relationship, Monica needs something that's soft and requited.

Because she rises at unreasonably early hours, Monica tends to you while you're asleep. She leaves you a cup of water and puts everything you’ll need for the day together. Beside it, a note with Monica’s uniquely curly handwriting on it, expressing her love for you.

When she returns, it will likely be after you’ve fallen asleep. Monica will quietly join you under the covers, wrapping her arms around you and pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. The warmth that emits from you comforts her, nothing like the biting cold of the cell she was in.

Jeritza

Valentine (laufey)

Both Death Knight and Jeritza, even if he refuses to admit it, both adore anyone who's stronger than him. The thrill of battle plays with the Death Knight’s heart, and the possibility of death with his head. In contrast, your skills with a weapon remedies his worries and promises him someone to stay by his side.

Despite his elegance with a weapon, he’s terribly clumsy with tasks that require a steady, gentle hand. He wants nothing more than to help you when you are cooking, but the second you assign him a task, it somehow goes wrong. “Measure the flour, would you, Emile?” you tell him; almost immediately there’s a coating of flour on the table and in his hair. “Fill the pot with water, darling,” you hum; the pot suddenly slips through his hand, and the water manages to put out the fire.

He has never been one for words. If it were up to him, he wouldn't utter one more word to anyone except occasionally you or his sister. He would rather feel the warmth of your body against his, your fingers running through his unruly hair, and the soft brush of your lips against his.

After loving him for so long, Jeritza will allow you to use his real name and even prefer it over his alias. The way the syllables fall from your mouth keeps him anchored and tugs his heart strings like no other. It reminds him of his humanity and how dear you are to him.

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certified-boyliker · 2 years

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Pet Names (Black Eagles Boys + Claude and Lorenz)

Certified Boyliker is back, baby!

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Hubert

You really want him? kidding i want him too

He kisses your forehead and mumbles these when you two are in private

My dove, love, mine

Everyone thinks he's creepy when they see him hugging up on you, but he's just being loving

Ferdinand

Dramatic and extravagant

He says these anywhere, private, public, in front of Emperor Edelgard to prove he's in love with his S/O more than she is or ever could be

My love, darling

Not many, but he says them softly when he kisses your cheek.

Caspar

Shouts these down the hall when he sees you

Please keep him calm and quiet, the guards and servants are staring at him

Cutie, pumpkin, my darling

You gotta pat his cheeks and tell him to quiet down in the castle

Linhardt

He sleepily mumbles these names

Non-traditional, too

My pillow, love

He lies on you, or against you, and usually mutters "my pillow..." and it's your choice on whether or not you push him off

Claude

Little bastard teases you so much with these damn pet names

Push his face away and he'll start laughing after saying these

Baby, cute-heart, little babe

Such a jerk

Lorenz

Also a little bastard, but in a different way. he doesn't tease you, but he's semi-annoying

He's bastard (affectionate)

My rose, my love, cutie

He kisses you gently after saying these

#— ❝ now presenting ❞#fire emblem x reader #fe3h x reader #feth x reader #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three houses x reader #hubert von vestra #hubert x reader #ferdinand von aegir #ferdinand x reader #caspar von bergliez #caspar x reader #linhardt von hevring #linhardt x reader #claude von reigen #claude x reader #lorenz hellman gloucester #lorenz x reader

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frickingnerd · 10 months

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dating ferdinand von aegir

pairing: ferdinand von aegir x gn!reader

tags: fluff, established relationship, simp!ferdie <3

ferdinand is the type of boyfriend who's absolutely obsessed with his s/o!

he'll brag about you to everyone who's willing to listen, until they get absolutely sick of listening him gush about you

he just can't stop talking about how good you looked the other day, how strong you are, how much smarter you are than everyone else or how much he just loves you

he also isn't much different around you

he'll hype you up whenever he sees you put on some new clothes, no matter how bad they actually look

he'll even gush about how cute your morning hair looks or how adorable you look in your pajamas

he's also constantly buying you flowers or other little gifts

as soon as he finds out you like something, he'll buy you as much of it as he can find!

you mention you liked that one tea brand you two had the other day? he'll buy every last one of those from the market!

you looked at that expensive but cool looking sword at the market for just a second too long? he'll immediately buy it for you!

ferdinand just wants to make you happy and the best way he knows how to do that is by praising you and making you gifts!

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wxntxr-cxtrxs · 2 months

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in open air (Ferdinand)

You sit in his lap, pushing your hips down against him, watching his fair complexion grow flushed with arousal. Ferdinand had always been so prim and proper, everything a noble should be- maybe that’s why it was things like this that drove him wild. Stolen moments where you pulled him into shadowed corners of the monastery and pressed your bodies together, so time for romance, no time for the grand shows of affection he so loved to shower you with.

Tucked away in a forgotten room, you had pushed him down into an old chair and quickly crawled up into his lap. If you had the time, you’d spend hours teasing him, driving him up the wall, you’d let hours drag on as you showed him all the things you had been thinking during the day. But you don't have time for that, not for any of it. You don't have the time or the privacy to undress, choosing to instead press against him through your clothes. Even through the many layers of clothes, you can feel how hot he’s running.

“We can't do this here,” he says, more for show than anything else. Despite how he denies it, you know the thrill of doing something like this excites him. If the flush on his face wasn't evidence enough, the tent in his pants was.

“If you’re quiet, we won't get caught.” you whisper, and roll your hips against his with an unforetold hunger. His body jerks under you, and he chokes on a groan. You smile down at him, and lean in to whisper. “Careful, don't let anyone hear you.”

#ferdinand von aegir x reader #fe3h ferdinand #ferdinand #ferdinand x reader #fe3h #fe3h smut #smut #not sfw #x reader #reader insert #fire emblem

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sothisblessmysoul · 11 months

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༓ʚ Notice Me ɞ༓

Summary: Yuri and Ferdinand reacting to you doing a kabedon on them.

༓Yuri Leclerc If he is surprised it’s hard to tell by the quick smirk overtaking his face. Yuri is enjoying this, both finding amusement in the whole situation and also because of the face you’re making in return for his smirk. He began to lean towards you, you leaned back subconsciously as Yuri softly grabbed both of your hands with his to bring them up to his lips. A kiss was placed on them as Yuri kept his eyes locked on yours. It’s hard to say if you’ll regret this.

༓Ferdinand von Aegir How aggressively his face is overtaken by a blush makes you want to blush in response, especially as he lets out a nervous laugh as Ferdinand covers his face shyly with both hands. Aside from his reaction making the situation a little embarrassing and awkward, it was equally exciting. Seeing this side of him, seeing how he reacts to you even more when Ferdinand removed one of his hands to stare at you only to let out a shaky sigh at the sight of your eyes on him. It seems that Ferdinand is excited by the situation just as you are.

#ferdinand x reader #yuri x reader #fe3h imagine #fe3h hc #ashen wolves #black eagles #black eagles imagine #ashen wolves imagines #fe3h reader

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fiction-box · 2 years

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Okay I know you haven't finished my other request yet so I feel a little bad about sending in another one but I am having so many thoughts about my children dsfjagdhdh

I don't wanna monopolize your time so please don't feel rushed at all!! I'm just so glad that someone is making my silly little daydreams a reality <3

Anyway, I recently got to the white heron cup on my replay of 3H which gave me some more ideas 👀 this one is with Felix and Ferdinand:

The professor chose Felix to represent the Blue Lions in the White Heron Cup, despite his very vocal protests (I did this to him on my first playthrough bc I wanted him to have the sword evade skill lmao). Reader was chosen as his practice partner. Reader was never all that passionate about dance—it was just one of those skills they had to learn as a noble—but they're realizing now that maybe it's about the partner? Bc dancing with Felix always leaves their heart racing in the best way possible

Alternatively, reader was chosen to represent the Black Eagles and the one and only Ferdinand von Aegir was assigned as their tutor/partner. Although the professor saw reader's great potential, reader, as a commoner, had never been formally trained in the dances of the nobility. During these practice sessions, reader gets annoyed at Ferdinand for being so particular about everything and for going on about the history of various dance styles. Little do they know though, that this is Ferdie's way of saying "I love you, please spend more time with me."

Feel free to go wherever your inspiration takes you!! I can't wait to see what you write :D

Sorry this took me so long! My life suddenly became quite busy, so I was unable to find the time to write for everyone. Happy October to you and all the others reading this!

I think I did a fairly good job with following your request this time, my lovely! I felt railroaded in a way that still allowed me to provide my own ideas and experiment. Your specificity made things slightly easier on me, and this was such a wonderful idea to write for! I know I say something similar to that line each time, but it's true. These prompts help me indulge in my mind and my hobby without needing to commit too hard to forging a dream out of a few strung-along thoughts.

So, after what must have been a month, here is the fulfillment to your request. My inbox is open, so anyone that wants to send anything in is invited to do so. Until then, enjoy this work!

The stories will be continued under the cut.

Felix:

“Are you considering me as our representative for the White Heron Cup?”

You paused, your walk to your dorm from the library interrupted by what sounded like Felix and Professor Byleth conversing through the walls of the training grounds.

The professor’s voice was muted, but Felix’s reply was all you needed to hear to understand what was going to happen.

“I was joking. You really couldn’t find anyone else?”

So, your teacher had chosen Felix to dance for the White Heron Cup, then? Things could have been worse. She could have elected you, instead.

As you continued your trek back to your dorm, you let out a small sigh. What reason did Professor Byleth have for choosing Felix of all people to participate. Surely there were more eager, more experienced candidates. Annette and Sylvain came to mind.

Whatever her reasons, it really was none of your concern. So long as nothing bad came of it, you were certain she knew what she was doing.

You came to the entrance of your dorm on the second floor, setting down your things on your bed with a sigh (the desk was rather messy from personal notes). Maybe you ought to clean up a bit. It would not do for someone to come into your room, what with it in such a state.

But time got away from you while you tidied up, and soon it was time for lunch. You had no classes today, which was a blessing both because you needed a break and because you needed more time to study for your upcoming certification exam the next weekend.

The trek to the dining hall was much less eventful than this morning’s small commute to your dorm. Everyone else was probably interested in eating, too. Just as you thought, upon entering, the hall was filled with students and knights squeezing in a meal before getting back to work.

You walked up to the line, grabbing your own meal and heading to find somewhere to sit. Scanning the cafeteria, you noticed Annette and Mercedes sitting together in one area, and Sylvain, Dimitri, and Ingrid were sitting together in another. There were Adrestian nobles near them, and the Golden Deer were scattered around the knights.

Maybe it would be better if you just sat alone. Interrupting anyone’s conversation would be rude, after all.

A small table near the back of the room was open, so you took a seat and began to consume your meal. It wasn’t anything special today, just something made with vegetables you suspected your own professor had harvested. Good, but not worth the breath to say so.

Not that there was much else for you to think about.

Lifting your head up, you decided to pay more attention to the people in the dining hall. People watching had always been a small hobby of yours, but getting caught doing so tended to leave you embarrassed.

There was a group of knights sitting at the table across from yours laughing about something. You wondered what it could be. Nothing to do with their job, you hoped.

Marianne and some green-haired Alliance boy were discussing something fervently. Well, it was more like the boy was talking to her and she was just nodding along. The poor girl.

And then here, coming toward you now, was Professor Manuela with her own lunch.

“Hello, dear! What are you doing back here all by yourself? Surely your friends didn’t give you the cold shoulder, now, did they?”

“Oh, no, of course not,” you assured her, “I chose to sit here of my own volition. I have a free day, and I suppose I have been choosing to spend it alone.”

She gave a small sigh, moving to sit across from you, “I hear that. Some days, a girl just needs some alone time.”

You nodded, taking another bite of your meal.

“You know, if you aren’t too busy, would you mind if I asked you a small favor? I need someone to head to the greenhouse for me and grab a few herbs for the infirmary. I just so happen to have a list with me here,” she noted, pulling out such a list from…well, you didn’t want to think about that. “Why don’t you go take a trip to collect them, hm? It would be nice and therapeutic, and I’m in no rush to get them sorted. Take your time in there and enjoy yourself, dear. Just so long as they’re in the infirmary by the end of the day, I’ll be happy.”

As she handed it to you, you accepted the scrap of paper from her hands and scanned over it with your eyes. Nothing too stressful or complicated to grab. Some of these were quite common, and the list was not long in the slightest.

“I would be happy to help! What a wonderful idea.”

Wasn’t it? You would get some much needed relaxation, and once you had more peace of mind, you could focus better on your studies.

“Wonderful! Oh, and there’s no need to let me know when you’ve finished. I’ll be in tomorrow morning to double check everything you collect.”

You finished your food, cleaning everything off the table and preparing to leave, “You can count on me, Professor! I hope the rest of your day goes well.”

Leaving the dining hall, you headed back to your room to get some gloves. It would probably be best to have some form of protection on your hands before handling any of these herbs.

What you did not expect, however, was to run into Professor Byleth instructing Felix on his dancing.

Thankfully, it seemed they hadn’t noticed you yet. Felix was moving with practiced ease as the former mercenary tipped him off on the smallest of errors. He really was doing quite well for what looked like such a simple, boring dance.

Unfortunately, you must have been staring a moment too long. Flicking her eyes away from her student, the professor’s eyes met your own

“Ah, perfect timing! I was just thinking about having someone stand in as a partner!”

Stand-in?

Before you could process what she meant, your teacher had approached you and was leading you by the arm further into their practice area.

“Professor, what are you talking about? I’ve been watching for a moment or two already; Felix was doing just fine on his own! You’ve been working for this long, and I know he’s no stranger to dancing. What is having a partner going to change?”

Quick as ever, she responded, “A partner brings life and flow into a dance. Think of it as communication; we aren’t meant to do it alone. It’s unnatural.”

“Oh…wow, I…did not expect that from you,” you managed.

“It’s something you pick up on by your third festival.”

“Okay then, I guess I don’t really have an excuse…” you began. “If it’s for the house, I’d be happy to help.”

Felix scoffed, “Don’t I get a say in this?”

“Oh?” Professor Byleth challenged, “And what is it you have to say?”

“Maybe I’d rather not be seen doing any of this? I didn’t choose to be here, and I certainly don’t need an audience.”

“Better get over it, then,” she frowned, placing you in front of him, “you’ll be having a larger audience than two people when you actually perform.”

He muttered something you couldn’t quite make out.

“Not to interrupt, Professor, but I don’t exactly know the dance he’ll be working on.”

“Oh, that. It’s just an easy foxtrot, nothing too difficult. We’re just working from the ground up, so we’re refraining from implementing other steps until he gets this down.”

“You said I had it down. An hour ago.”

“Felix, I promise you we have not been out here for half that time.”

At the professor’s count, you both began. One of your hands rested on his shoulder while the other was supported by his own hand. You followed along with ease, only slipping up twice in the countless cycles you were made out to perform.

It was strange, though. You almost felt nervous about slipping up, which was different from the nonchalant waltzing you put on with your previous partners. No matter; it was probably just because the house was relying on you both to get this right.

That, and Professor Byleth had more scrutiny in her expression than you thought possible.

Even when you thought you were getting used to the feeling, though, the butterflies never quite went away. It was a simple four step, so what was the big deal?

Actually, what was the big deal? You both had been doing this a long time, and neither of you had received so much as a comment from the professor for at least a few minutes.

You turned to look at her, still remaining in the rhythm of the dance, “Um…Felix is really good at this, professor. He looked fine before and he’s doing well now?”

She gave a tense smile, “Just making sure it stays that way. Doing “well” isn’t going to impress any judges.”

Allowing yourself a small sigh, you turned back to Felix, whose face had turned a light shade of pink. It was surprising. You didn’t think Felix would be tired just by repeating the same four-step.

“Alright, fine. We’ll go with that,” she waved her hand in the air flippantly.

You both stopped, moving apart to stretch and give your legs a small break.

“Okay, now that you two have the base steps, it’s time to incorporate the other aspects of this dance.”

You were practically pushed back into one another, the Professor relentlessly rattling off instructions.

Both of you needed a natural sway. Then, you had to maintain that while spinning continuously throughout the four-step. Relax a bit more, move closer, let your arms look more fluid.

“Thank you for cooperating, so far. The last step is to incorporate the dip at the end of each four-step cycle.”

A…dip?

Felix raised his own brow, “What?”

“What do you mean, “what?” Go on.”

You chimed in, “Professor, I don’t know what a dip is…”

Felix gave a curt nod in agreement, and the two of you waited for an explanation from your instructor.

“You genuinely have no clue what I’m talking about?”

“Would you just get to the point?” Felix scowled. “I’ve wasted enough time out here like this.”

“Maybe it just isn’t part of any traditional Faerghus dances?” you offered. “I can honestly say I have never heard of it.”

It was your professor’s turn to sigh as she put her thumb and middle finger at her temples, “This is going to take longer than I thought.”

She lifted her head, walking toward you and offering her hand, “If I may?”

You took her hand, and with that, Byleth demonstrated the whole dance you both had learned so far to Felix. Then, the time came for whatever this “dip” was.

“You’re going to have to trust me to hold onto you for this to work, do you understand?”

Hold onto me? “I’m not so sure that I do, but I do trust you.”

“Wonderful.” She then turned her head to Felix, “Now, you’ll want to end up with a sort of complimentary stance. One of your feet should be somewhat between the two of hers. This is both for balance and flow; otherwise, this next part will be awkward and unstable.”

Felix allowed himself a moment to study both of your stances, but then your teacher faced you once more and said in a voice loud enough for both of you to hear, “As for you, you’re going to lean back on my hand as I lean forward into you. You’ll keep your feet on the floor and try to balance yourself slightly throughout, but your partner will be the one supporting you. It’s my job not to let you fall.”

You nodded, hoping you understood.

“Okay. Here we go.”

Your grip on the hand holding your own tightened in nervousness as your professor began to lean you back. The further you went, the less balance you seemed to have, you noted. Fortunately, Professor Byleth stopped lowering her arm the moment before you thought you would lose your ability to balance.

“Just remember to relax,” she smiled. “You don’t need to waste energy on holding unnecessary tension. Try easing your grip on my hands and loosening your arms.”

You did so, immediately feeling a sense of ease. It was much better to hold your balance like this.

Slowly, she lifted you back onto your feet, “So there. Hopefully you were watching closely enough to understand, Felix. Now, it’s your turn.”

“Honestly, couldn’t I do this on my own? How hard can it be to bend down and rise back up?”

“Funny. Those sound like the thoughts of a runner-up. Second place is only first for losers, Felix. From the top.”

His brow furrowed as he swapped places with her.

The dance was going wonderful as usual (but that wasn’t normally usual, was it? You remembered feeling bored with your partners at the last party you attended.) until the professor made you both pause. Professor Byleth instructed him as you went through the motions of relaxing and leaning back.

But somehow, this felt different than your dance with your teacher. You knew it wasn’t just because you were being watched, either. Felix was watching you earlier, and the butterflies didn’t appear then, did they?

Perhaps it was the tinge of pink returning to his face, but…

No. No no no. Don’t even go there. He’s just tired, like I must be! You two had been dancing for quite a long time, now. The sun had made considerable progress on its trek through the sky. Not to mention…

You were certain your own cheeks were dusted a similar color.

“Excellent!” your teacher’s voice permeated your thoughts with what must have been the nicest comment on your dancing she had given all day. “Just like that!”

“Again, I-I could have done this without a partner!”

The green-haired woman brought a hand to her chin, “No, no, you have a point.” She turned to you, “Do you think you could get out of that position without Felix moving? I want him to know what this exact pose would feel like if he were actually performing.”

That could prove difficult. The only exit was turning out of his arms, which would mean letting yourself fall to the ground. You weren’t afraid of a little fall from such a short distance above the grass, but Felix would still need to shift his hand to accommodate the movement of your body weight. Not to mention there would be movement required to let go of his hand.

“Sorry,” you answered after looking around for another solution, “I just don’t see how that would be possible.”

A bit of air came from her nose as her lips pursed ever so slightly, “I feared as much. Okay you two, why don’t you come up and we’ll have Felix dance alone one final time before we call it a day?”

“Finally,” Felix groaned, lifting you back up as you quickly recovered from a twinge of vertigo.

You moved a few paces away and turned back around to watch as the professor counted Felix off. He was much more skilled at the dance than he was when you originally observed him. That was saying something since he was already skilled when you first saw him. For the swordsman to perform even better? There would be no mistaking the winner for anyone but the Blue Lion House.

At the end of it all, you said your goodbyes to your teacher and classmate. The greenhouse was still owed a visit, so you scanned over the list once more on your way there.

Maybe Manuela was right. Studying for certification exams could wait. You had already done so much today, so committing to relaxation would be a nice break.

Needless to say, you spent a lot more time with the flowers that afternoon than you had in a long time.

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Ferdinand:

“That wraps up our time for this morning’s class!” Professor Byleth announced. “I just have a few notes for you all, and then you’ll be free to go.”

The overall mood in the Black Eagles’ classroom seemed warm to you as the sun peeked through the windows. Sure, the seasons were meant to be getting warmer, but Garreg Mach’s central location resulted in only minute climate changes.

“Edelgard. As the leader of your house, you are expected to compel everyone to come to class. Please find a way to ensure Bernadetta arrives next time.”

“Of course,” the Adrestian heir nodded. “I will make a more compelling case in the future.”

A sigh escaped the professor, “It isn’t your fault. I would do something about it myself if Count Varley hadn't sent a notice to the Church about his…displeasure with a commoner's teaching.”

“The rest you already know. Lindhardt, don’t sleep during class…Caspar, don’t shout during class. Dorothea, remember that your seat is next to Ferdinand and not Lady Edelgard.”

As everyone packed their things to leave, Professor Byleth called you to speak with her privately.

“Good morning, Professor,” you greeted. “Was there something you needed?”

“Yes. Do you know anything about the White Heron Cup?”

“The White Heron Cup…? I think Dorothea was telling me a bit about it, earlier. Isn’t that the dance competition held before the Garreg Mach Ball each year?”

“That would be the one.”

“Good to know I’m right,” an amused look was shared between you two, “but I doubt it’s important enough to single me out and talk with me about it.”

“Correct again. For the dance, each House is to choose one representative to compete. I was just informed that I would need to pick someone last night, so I’ve done a bit of thinking.”

“A…representative? Surely you aren’t intending to choose me. I don’t even know how to dance. The most practice I have is from the festivals in my hometown, but even then I tended to sit out and watch.”

Professor Byleth began to ready her own things to leave, “I do intend to pick you. Don’t worry about that too much, though.

“No. I can’t. I refuse, actually, so you’ll just have to go and choose someone else. Have a wonderful day, Professor. Good luck find-”

You were interrupted by your teacher’s hand on your arm pulling you out of the classroom, “Glad to see you’re on board. Now, I’ve already spoken to Ferdinand about helping you learn the waltz. He agreed so quickly I almost thought I misheard him. You know him, though; always ready to do something elegant and noble. Like helping a lady learn to dance.”

“Ow! Wait, you can’t be serious-!”

As you approached the practice area Professor Byleth cleared for the two of you earlier, Ferdinand was already waiting.

“I expect you to know the dance well enough to perform by tomorrow. It’s rather simple, so I can’t see you having any trouble with it.”

“Tomorrow?”

“It will be no problem, Professor! She will practically be an expert by nightfall, I assure you!”

“Nightfall?”

She practically already took her leave, “Well then, I’ll leave you to it.”

“Shall we begin?” Ferdinand turned to you with a small bow, offering his hand.

It all happened so fast you almost thought you had dreamt up the whole encounter, “Begin? I…I’ve never danced before. Not in a way that counts.”

“There is no need to be nervous. We can start slow, and I will tell you everything you need to know!”

You took his hand, and the lesson commenced. He positioned you so that one of your arms rested on his shoulder while the other was held out to your side. Apparently, men led forward with the right foot, so it was your job to lead backwards with your left foot. Back, left, forward, right. A simple box.

But there were other things you needed to remember. The two of you always spun in a circle. Ferdinand always took the same stride, which you would have to match in length to avoid stepping on him.

It all felt like too much, in the moment. Your results were not poor, so long as you gave all your energy to your awareness of your body.

“You are a natural! Surely you have performed this waltz before?”

At the shake of your head, he continued, “Perhaps you are aware of its history, then? This dance was originally created…”

That wasn’t good. Back. Left. It took practically every nerve in your brain to manage shaking your head while staying in the waltz. Now he wanted to ramble about its history? You’d never be able to pay attention…Forward. Right…and learn well simultaneously. Why did he care how good you were at picking it up, anyway?

None of it mattered. There was no way you were going to stay here listening to him go on until nightfall. You would dance until he said you had it down, and then it would be time to leave.

However, with how caught up you were in your thoughts, you hadn’t realized how that affected your dancing.

“S-slow down! It is a dance, not a race!”

“Oh. Sorry,” you weren’t sure if you meant it. “I can’t really focus on what I’m doing when you’re giving me all this information.”

Hopefully, he could take a hint, you thought. But if Ferdinand von Aegir was anything, he was dense. He did not take hints, and throughout your time at the Officer’s Academy, you’ve constantly found yourself cursing him for it.

“That is alright. I am sure you will get it eventually,” the two of you finally managed to bring the tempo back to normal. “After all, this is quite a late age to be learning formal dance for the first time. In fact, I myself began my first lessons when I was…”

Wonderful. Honestly, did the noble do anything but talk? You were sure he heard you when you spoke, but he never actually listened to what you were saying.

Back. Left. Forward. Right. Always spin ever so slightly. Do not step on Ferdinand’s feet. Lead with your left unless you’re moving right. Your arms-

“...that is how the White Heron Ball came to be a Garreg Mach tradition! Interesting, is it not?”

“Wh-what?” just how long had you been dancing? You could have sworn he was just talking about his own history of dance.

“What is it? Is there something wrong?

Back. Ri- no…Left. Forward. “Ferdinand, I don’t know how to put this lightly, but it is really hard to focus with you talking about all of that. I can keep up a conversation, or I can dance. I can’t do both yet.”

“But as I have told you, it is easy! You simply need to count through the beats, match each step to a number, and then keep continual rules in mind.”

At this point, you had lost the rhythm of your waltz. The heel of your boot landed on the toe of Ferdinand’s own, and the two of you stumbled awkwardly until Ferdinand caught his balance. Unfortunately, you weren’t as lucky and fell backwards onto the ground.

“Not quite like that-”

“You don’t say?” you cut him off. At least he was kind enough to help you back to your feet.

He brought you back into your initial position, preparing to pick up again, “Remember to lead backwards with your left foot.”

“I was remembering. Until you distracted me, that is.”

“Distracted you? I have only been helping you this whole time, have I not?”

You took a breath. It would be so easy to blame him for this, but you knew nothing would be solved through an argument. The sooner you figured this out, the sooner you could leave. No reason to hurt one of your allies over it.

“You’re right. I’m sorry, I’m just a little frustrated.”

The Adrestian noble began again, prompting you to follow suit almost immediately, “You must adjust your steps to that of your partner’s.”

A frown painted itself on your lips, “Good thing I won’t ever have one.”

“What are you talking about?” he questioned, “This waltz is commonly played at various events. Surely this will not be the only time you will partake?”

You sighed, “Ferdinand, enough. I’m a commoner, remember? I don’t go to…events. We don’t even have dances like this.”

“All the more reason to learn! It would be helpful to incorporate this into the skills of the common people so as to create a more refined society as a whole. Then-”

“I said enough!” you snapped, pushing away from him.

The shock on his face was nothing compared to the anger you felt at his ignorance.

“E-excuse me?”

“Stop talking about commoners like they’re…beasts! We are not animals to be tamed, Ferdinand, we’re people. Real, actual people.”

“I was not trying to imply otherwise-”

“But you did. You do it all the time! Humanity is not found solely within tradition, noble or otherwise. We can be civilized without being formal, you know!”

He didn’t seem to know what to say anymore, it seemed. Good, then. Maybe he would choose to listen for once.

“Take this practice as an example. You’ve been doing this waltz with me for how long now? And I haven’t hurt you or acted without considering you this whole time.” You paused, your throat closing up, “Honestly, I’ve been pitying us both for this position we’ve been placed in. Is an uncivilized, unrefined society capable of pity, Lord Ferdinand von Aegir?”

Nothing. Again. Maybe this was too much? But it wasn’t as if you were going to let him keep talking like that.

You stepped back farther, “Sorry. Here I go ruining it. I talk about being civilized, but I can’t even keep myself in check to verbally defend the people I grew up knowing and loving. Let’s…we can be done, now. I’ll go find the professor and tell her I won’t be able to perform tomorrow.”

So much for relations between allies. Your mind wandered to what you were going to say to your professor. It would be a bad idea to blame it on Ferdinand; Professor Byleth might do some digging, and you didn’t trust him to keep his mouth shut.

‘W-wait!” you had only made it a few paces before the knight called after you.

As you turned to face him, you gave a tight lipped smile, “Don’t worry about it! Really, I’m sure it won’t be any trouble for her to find someone else. I can probably talk Dorothea into it if she isn’t already interested.”

“That is no excuse. Whether you are our representative or someone else is, that does not make up for the things I said,” regret filled his expression, and your own turn came to respond in silence.

He made his way toward where you were standing, his eyes never leaving yours, “I am deeply sorry. I truly did not mean to insinuate such terrible ideas. Perhaps you can help me to…be more aware of these things in the future?”

At last, he had listened to something you told him. Even if he didn’t pay much attention to anything else you said to him, you were glad he at least chose to react to this.

“Of course,” your smile went from tight lipped to full and genuine. “You could start by focusing on teaching me the dance rather than its significance.”

“But both are equally important!” he argued.

“Are they? I am going to have to know this dance for the competition, but I can’t imagine any future where I would need to know the history of it. Or that of any other waltzes, for that matter.”

As soon as the words came out of your mouth, something in his face seemed to fall.

“You…cannot? There is no future where you would see yourself dancing more waltzes?”

“Quite frankly, it doesn’t seem to matter what I imagine. Once my time here is through, I’ll be sent off to lead some noble army. Not much waltzing in that future, I’d guess.”

“I see…”

Why was he acting so weird?

“But,” you tried to cheer him up, “at least I’ll have this one. I can pretend for one night that I have the ability to choose my future. So long as I would be happy in it, I don’t see the problem in dreaming of a life where all I do is dance at formal events like this.”

“Really?”

“Sure!” you laughed, “Though I don’t think I’d be as comfortable dancing with anyone else. I might not be able to get used to a different rhythm, yet.”

That seemed to get his energy back, “Of course! I will be ready whenever you wish to dance, and we can go at whatever pace you wish.”

“Let’s make sure I can actually do the steps correctly, first?”

“Right,” he led you back to the practice area.

The two of you danced a few more times before you finally got the hang of the waltz. Sure, the ball was not for another several days, but you had a feeling Professor Byleth would be pleased with your progress.

Eventually, when the time came, you knew you would need to learn a new dance for your classmates.

But you were getting ahead of yourself. First, you needed to win the White Heron Cup.

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hold-your-applause · 2 years

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Rest well, Billy. You will never understand how many hearts you touched

Repose

The silence sat heavily over you, the sudden lack of the sounds of battle almost unsettling you more than the war itself. Just moments ago weapons clashing and soldiers falling were ringing loudly in your ears, but now the world hummed in its absence.

Whatever it was trying to tell you, you weren't ready to listen.

You wiped the sweat from your brow, your eyes darting around to try to process what this quiet meant.

The war was over, and you had won.

Caspar's cheerful yelling was a welcome break in the silence, but when he clapped a congratulatory hand on your shoulder and shook you before darting off to find the rest of your companions, you found your mind racing with only one thought.

Where is he?

With the danger gone, your legs now felt like they were made of lead, the effort to move them much harder than they'd ever been. You resorted to shuffling around, and after a few minutes of moving your body around, you realized just how exhausted you were.

It had been the longest of days.

You were happy to hear Linhardt's complaining about Caspar's volume, glad he was in well enough condition to gripe about anything. You spared them a quick glance, watching poor Linhardt being dragged to his feet to follow Caspar to wherever his heart led them.

Your tired eyes scanned ahead of you again, hearing soldiers assessing each other for wounds or discussing who had fallen, and each moment that passed filled you with more worry when you couldn't seem to find the man you were looking for.

You feared you would find him on the ground instead of on his feet.

What was most likely only a minute more had passed before you saw a familiar cascade of orange hair out of the corner of your eye, relief washing over you.

He was in fact not on his feet, but he was clearly upright and breathing. He and his trusted steed were sat out in the open, him leaning his back against his trusted partner as they both were attempting to catch their breath. You felt your feet lighten as they moved in their direction, bringing you before them.

"Ferdinand."

His head swiveled up ungracefully to look at you, and you had never seen his face looking so worn before. Despite this, his eyes lit up behind their lids when he saw you, a soft smile growing across his lips.

"I'm overjoyed you are alright." He said, shifting so he could stand on his feet. "You are... quite the sight for sore--"

He stumbled then, his legs giving out under him and forcing you to throw your arms out to catch him, his added weight bringing you both to your knees. Your arms were tight around him and you couldn't resist resting your chin on his shoulder.

"Sore what?" You asked cheekily.

He chuckled, his own arms loosely snaking around your middle. Normally he would reserve such public displays for behind closed doors, but you knew this was no ordinary day.

"Sore everything." He replied, giving you a gentle squeeze before pulling away to look at your face. He brought a hand up to cup your jaw, his thumb lightly brushing your cheek. "What about you?"

"I'm afraid to find out how much this is going to ache in the morning." You said, seeing amusement flash in his eyes.

He nodded, letting his hand drop. "I know what you mean. I don't think I have ever felt this spent in my entire life."

You nodded, taking a look around. "I don't think I can get us both standing, and something tells me your legs are done for the day." You said, looking behind him at his horse. "I know Linhardt and Caspar are around here somewhere. I'm sure they'll find us sooner or later. There's no rush to get moving."

"That is good to hear." He said, running his hand over his face. "I think you may be right. I am in no condition to walk."

You helped him lean back against his horse again. "Then we'll rest until then. Just you and me." You let him get comfortable before settling in next to him, taking his hand. You worried his horse would find it to be too much weight, but it seemed unbothered.

"I always imagined this moment to be much more jubilant. That the celebration would be much louder." He allowed himself to rest his head against yours. "Instead, I fear I may fall asleep here."

"Then sleep." You encouraged him, gently nuzzling him. "You've earned it, Ferdie. You fought hard."

He hummed in response, slowly lacing his fingers with yours. "Not without telling you I love you."

You smiled, gently squeezing his hand. "I love you, too."

No other words passed between you, and before long, you heard his breathing slow as he finally dozed off. You closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his heartbeat against your arm.

The world could wait.

#ferdinand von aegir x reader #ferdinand von aegir imagine #ferdinand von aegir #fire emblem three houses x reader #fire emblem three houses imagine #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #ferdinand x reader #fluff #scenario #director fugue

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randoimago · 1 year

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Three Houses Request

Inspired by your most recent post can you do Dimitri, Ferdinand, and Sylvain’s reaction to their s/o winning the White Heron cup?

S/O Winning the White Heron Cup

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Character(s): Dimitri, Sylvain, Ferdinand

Type of Request: Headcanons

Note(s): Here you go!!

Dimitri

He has a wide smile on his face when you win and you get special training as a reward. Can’t help but let out a sigh of relief once again that it was you that got picked and not him.

Dimitri makes sure to get a nice flower that you like and gives it to you as a present. You did great and wants to give you something nice.

If you showed him your dancer outfit then he is coughing and trying to hide the blush on his face at how you look. You’re just amazing and his heart is full.

Ferdinand

He's so proud of you! He helped you with your dancing and practicing so he had confidence that you'd win, but you still get lots of praise that you did so well.

Might use this as a way to brag to Edelgard. Just stating that his future spouse worked so hard and won a victory for the Black Eagles. Edel doesn't care for his bragging, but she offers her own congratulations.

Ferdinand does his very best to look respectfully when you don the dancer outfit. You're just stunning and you get more praise as he continues to try to be respectful with his gaze.

Sylvain

You get a thumbs up and smile from him when you win. Yeah he's proud of you, he knows how hard you worked, but he doesn't want to make a huge deal of it just yet.

When he does get a moment alone with you then he'll gladly celebrate your win. Sylvain is happy to steal some food from the kitchen to make a little picnic in his dorm room for you both.

Doesn't say anything when you wear the dancer outfit. He just looks it over, not really checking you out, but trying to decide how practical it is in battle. He wouldn't want you getting hurt because of it. It might be safer to only wear it around him, just to be safe--

#fe3h x reader #fire emblem x reader #fe sylvain x reader #sylvain x reader #fe ferdinand x reader #fe dimitri x reader #ferdinand x reader #fe3h dimitri x reader #fe3h ferdinand x reader #fe3h sylvain x reader

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imaginethreehouses · 2 years

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Hi 👋 just read that Hubert poly ask and it was so cute, lover it❤️ (adore that grumpy affection starved mage)

Do you mind writing something similar with poly Ferdinand/Hubert/gn!healer!reader? Maybe white mage reader trying to keep boys on a battlefield alive?

Hey Anon, I'm so happy you liked that post 🥺🥺 I really do love Hubert so I'm always worried I might not do him justice. I really love to think that he's really insecure about himself when it comes to his appeareance and mannerisms. I think he likes being the way he is, but is aware that he's not the kind of romantic partner that people tend to consider ideal when there are guys like Ferdinand or Jeritza around that look like they were pulled straight out of a fairytale. Like I said in the other post, I think Hubert could see himself as able to compete against Jeritza since the guy will greet potential partners with "hi, i'd like to have you kill me, or perhaps i'll be the one to kill you" LMAO, but when it comes to Ferdinand? He's grown into such a dashing man during the timeskip, I think Hubert would think that he has nothing to offer to a partner that Ferdinand can't offer tenfold. It's easy to imagine him as feeling that you and Ferdinand would probably be better off without him, so it would take a bit of work to show him that it's not the case.

❤ Poly relationship with Ferdinand and Hubert:

Even though you were supposed to serve the entire strike force, you always ended up as your two guys' personal healer. Why? Because they were the two most likely to be reckless on the battlefield.

Ferdinand was no longer so caught up in surpassing Edelgard, or in living up to the ideal of a perfect noble, but that did not mean his spirit had dwindled one bit. If anything, his flame seemed to burn even brighter now, especially when you and Hubert were on the battlefield. To protect the two of you, he would take on a thousand enemies, a hundred times over if neccessary. And a hundred times over, you would have to rush to his aid, before that battle turned out to be one battle too many for the corageous young man.

And Hubert? You didn't often have to aid him on the battlefield, but rather, after. It was always an effort to get him to admit that he had gone far over his limits once more, and an even bigger effort to get him to actually stay put and get some rest.

It was hard to blame him, though. He had so much to compensate for. His lack of a crest, the weakness of his body... heck, even when it came to his area of expertise, he lacked the natural talent that others like Linhardt possessed.

And now that much to his dismay he had agreed to try his hand at romance, of all things, the list only grew longer still. His demeanor, his appeareance, and the fact that his heart and soul were already devouted to a certain Emperor and her war efforts.

In this context, he felt that he had to burn himself a hundred times over to hold up a candle to Ferdinand von Aegir.

You often wondered how the two of you could have possibly convinced Hubert to agree to an arrangement like this. Each day, at the beginning, you both though he would walk out of it. But each day, he proved you wrong.

Having something other than his devotion to Edelgard take a central position in his life was a new and strange feeling to Hubert, but something inside of him clung to it even as he himself tried to reject it. He was human, after all. He did want his own life to live.

Thankfully, the two paths he walked were conveniently laid besides each other. You and Ferdinand were loyal servants of the Empire. Ensuring your safety and furthering Edelgard's ambitions were two tasks that could be dealt with in one fell swoop.

Or so he thought, until it came a moment where inevitably, he had to choose who he would fight alongside on your thoughest offensive yet. He chose Edelgard, of course, and that battle was easily won. But his heart nearly stopped beating when he learned Ferdinand had barely survived his own fight.

When he saw the two of you, he could barely face you. To make matters worse, keeping Ferdinand alive long enough to get more help had taken a heavy toll on you, too. He learned that day, in the harshest way possible, that the two of you did need him by your side.

It was, in fact, the same time the two of you saw Hubert cry. You saw that he had brought a gift for each of you—a bouquet of flowers and a teddy bear, even though it remained unclear which one was intended for each, since he never actually gave them to you.

He just felt so stupid. Ferdinand gestured for him to come closer and held his hand, then smiled. You put a hand on the sorcerer's shoulder as well, and another on his forearm.

"This is war, Hubert." Ferdinand told him, with his voice not hinting at any sort of resentment, or anger. "We chose this. It is not your fault."

But, was it? For a moment, Hubert's mind went back to the days you shared at the academy, and wondered what your lives would be like if Edelgard had never started this war.

Had there truly been no other way? How long until the two of you would eventually be sacrificed in its flames?

It was a brief thought, but it shook him to his very core. Never, in his life, had he doubted Edelgard before, not even for a fleeting moment such as this. It scared him. It terrified him, that he was even capable of having those thoughts.

So he left, leaving the gifts on a nightstand. You and Ferdinand looked at each other. Dealing with Hubert wasn't easy, but neither of you were willing to trade him for anything in the world.

#hubert x reader #hubert x you #hubert von vestra x reader #hubert von vestra #ferdinand von aegir #ferdinand von aegir x reader #ferdinand x reader #fe3h x reader #fe3h scenarios

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originalfireemblemscenarios · 1 year

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Hello hello!

For your unsent letter prompt, would you do a confession from Ferdinand to a compassionate, music-oriented fem!reader that was never sent due to the war beginning? So then when the monastery is eventually reclaimed, she is told to go through all the old rooms looking for supplies, and she happens across it? In terms of their relationship, Ferdinand has been more confident and forward with her since the war began, but he never actually established his feelings to the reader. Thank you!

Omg finally some love for Ferdinand!

This is a part of 3x Valentines event (All slots are taken)

Confession Unsent letter from Ferdinand

When you were told to go through the rooms in search for anything you felt a little bad. Ferdinand was busy so when you asked him if it was okay for you to search he proudly exclaimed that he had nothing to hide and if you could find something useful it'd be great for everyone. So he can't possibly be against that!

But instant regret hit him when you left. Because that's when he remembered about his not so perfect love letter. He wasn't ashamed of his feelings, but rather you finding it out through the words of his old self.

He didn't chase after you or do anything to stop you from finding it. He just hoped you'd miss it.

That wasn't the case though. It wasn't in the open but it wasn't hidden either. And when you saw that it was addressed to you, you decided to check it.

My dearest Y/N

There's several things that have been on my mind lately. It wasn't hard to make the connections because all of my thoughts were occupied by you. Your grace, your voice, your kindness, it's almost like I can't function without you at this point. Usually, I'd prefer to tell you directly but I found myself having trouble with saying how I feel about you. You're special to me, and my love for you is like everlasting flame that guides me to you. I'd do anything for you if you do as much as ask for it. So, if there is a chance that you love me too, do not keep it to yourself any further.

Love,

Ferdinand

You looked at it stunned for a moment as you could feel getting flustered. It all made sense now. The way he acted around you ever since you reunited. You thought he just changed but it turns out that his feelings might've influenced it. Whether he realizes it or not is a different story.

Still, as hard as it was you needed to focus on your task. This conversation could wait a moment... But you tried to finish what you were set out to do as quickly as possible.

When you approached Ferdinand with the "We need to talk" look his heart dropped. He was mad at himself for keeping the letter when he didn't give it to you in the end.

He didn't try to explain himself "Everything you read there was the truth, but today I'd put it a little differently" he awkwardly laughs it off. He certainly meant what he said but it was a little much for a simple confession.

As he saw a soft smile from you, he felt almost like he fell in love with you all over again. That wasn't all of it though, because you told him about your mutual feelings.

He was overjoyed, it was hard for him to handle his own emotions but it was just so sweet to see. Winning your heart to him was like winning at life.

#3x valentines #ferdinand fire emblem #fe3h ferdinand #ferdinand von aegir #fire emblem ferdinand #ferdinand x reader

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misselko · 2 years

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MILK TEA AND CAFÉ AU LAIT

Potent aphrodisiac from Hubert makes you lactating and aroused. It's up to him and Ferdinand to relieve your swollen, tight, and painful breasts and let them worship you (with their cums). Maybe impregnating you will be their high top list priority in the future.

Warnings: Lactation kink, impregnation kink, semi dubious consent, sex, creampie, double penetration

“Are you sure about this, Hubert?”

A luscious smile blooms on the dark mage’s lips at Ferdinand’s question. He only tugs a small vial on his hand a bit tighter, shaking it subtly. Even such gentle movement like that is enough to make the pinkish powdery mixture turn into purplish hue, then coalesce into thick liquid.

Hubert’s chartreuse eyes gleaming with unknown emotions when they dart over your shivering form. Yes, you know you might have made a bold decision. But there is no turning back now. Not after you have had enough of Dimitri’s ferocity in the battlefield.

It was never your intention to join the Blue Lions class. Had you not hailed from the frigid land, you would change your course into the Black Eagles in a heartbeat. Goddess be damned. You have watched how Dimitri, the future King of Holy Kingdom of Faerghus has lost his sanity. You’ve tried to put your faith in him; only to be cast away when he deemed you to be useless for his vengeance.

When Professor had asked you and Ashe to join the Black Eagles, you agreed right away. While Ashe is a bit reluctant about it, he feels elated when he watches your happier, more cheerful than usual.

Until Hubert and Ferdinand request to talk with you privately someday.

“I know you always have an eye for Ferdinand. Such a poor taste. Did you join the Black Eagles Strike Force for this petty reason?” A smug smile is toying on Hubert’s lips. He is dangerously close to your liking—a few mere inches from you.

“W-what?” You barely breathed out the words, your heart beating too harshly against your chest.

You are struggling, you have. Your brain spins a mile a minute. Hubert is scrutinizing through you—hunting for a lie, deception, ulterior motives. Anything. Something that he will never achieve.

You are barely able to slap at Hubert’s arm, not when he is holding you there by your wrist. What an insufferable man.

“This discussion is far from over, I believe,” Hubert purrs. After a brief pause—that feels like forever to you—of eye staring contest between each other, you agree reluctantly to sit back in a chair between them.

“Interrogation. It’s a shame that you two are inviting me for a cup of coffee and tea just to interrogate me.”

“This is not like what you think, (Y/N). We just want to get to know you better—a glorious person who has saved us countless times—both in battlefields and daily tasks.”

You only sigh at Ferdinand’s words, eyes going back and forth from him to the suspicious vial in Hubert’s grasp. A playful smirk dances on his lips as the Marquis places it on the table. It turns into a vibrant red color now. Almost as red as Lady Edelgard’s cape. What kind of concoction is it?

Hubert only smirks at your questioning look and pours you a cup of coffee. He pours one from himself and sips it, as if trying to prove its safety. “Nothing you should be wary of, (Y/N). We just want to know why you chose to aid us, betrayed your own king and homeland. Even Lady Edelgard has spoken highly of you a lot,” he drawls. Hubert’s cold smile doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Curiosity killed the cat,” you mumble as you pop small cookies into your mouth. “I have my own reasons. Could we leave it at that? Besides, I am not that fond of coffee. I find myself unable to enjoy its thick, bitter taste.”

“Would you like to add some sugar in it? We could talk about this matter over a cup of tea as well—if you fancy one.”

Ferdinand smiles and pours two cups of tea, one for you and one for him. He opens a small jar of sugar cubes and offers you some—then proceeds to put a few in his and some in yours when you nod. But Ferdinand’s brow raises when he watches you only stir the tea uncomfortably and looking for something else.

“Adding milk in your coffee is a superb way to mask bitterness and enhance texture. Mellowing it with milk might take it to the next level. I believe it should go without saying that no tea is too complex or delicate to enjoy with milk, either,” Hubert chuckles.

Heat flushes your cheeks from Hubert’s words. How did he know?

“You are not going to laugh at me?”

“Milk tea and Café au lait. You have them once or twice a week—between your sweets. Sometimes in your personal room, sometimes on your way home. I am well aware that they are getting popular in Enbarr these days.”

“Well, to each their own,” Ferdinand pats your shoulder and smiles warmly. He is like a true embodiment of the sun—even in the middle of the night like this. “But Hubert, I believe you have no milk in your quarters?”

“We do, actually. And I believe I can help a peculiar person to spill the tea. And milk, literally.” The way Hubert complacent a smug expression on his feature is a bit disquieting but you decide to keep it to yourself.

“Such a menacing look is inappropriate, Hubert. You’ll frighten her!”

“Never. I am accustomed to his antics already, Ferdinand. We have achieved so much in these past years. Rhea in her dragon form is way much scarier than Hubert.”

The loud clatter of Ferdinand’s saucer matches his bright laughter at your confession. There is a stark difference between Hubert’s sour look and Ferdinand’s crisp chortles. He only nods and gives you two thumbs.

“Why did you have to ask me such menial things? My allegiance only lies in the Adrestian Empire and Lady Edelgard. My past doesn’t define who I am.”

“You should answer our questions on your own volition, then. Or are there some things you hid behind our back? You know best to not irk my ire, (Y/N). Come out clear. If you find it to be impossible, perhaps you should prove yourself and take a sip of this potion.”

“Either you let me prove myself or you leave me alone, Hubert. You will discover no secrets tonight—not that I have any,” you snarl and seize the vial from his hand; uncork it, swallowing the whole mixture with a single gulp. It tastes like a mixture of an overripe redcurrant and apple.

The grin vanishes from Hubert’s face and he practically growls for a moment. “You are supposed to take it in a minuscule portion, not consume it whole. The side effects...,” he pauses and looks away to his private room’s door, then smiles when Ferdinand closes it with a silent thud. “Shall occur much sooner.”

Did Ferdinand just lock the door?

“I have to apologize but this is not what it looks like, (Y/N),” Ferdinand asserts. Goddess Sothis, what do they have in their mind for you?

“W-what are you going to do?” Your shout comes out as a whimper instead. Standing straight on your chair becomes too much of a work. Your body feels sluggish and you lurch forward when you try to make your escape.

Everything gets worse as you feel your temperature rise. You want to run but fall to your knees instead in front of them. Your hand searching for something to hold, anything. Eventually, Hubert grabs your hand and squeezes hard. He lifts you in a bridal carry to put you down on his bed gently. You continue to gasp but it seems useless—there isn’t enough air left in the room for you.

All you could do is whimper pathetically. Your chest heaves and face starts to flush. Something is burning in your deepest part, even your vain attempt to quell it by rubbing your thighs only sets it aflame.

Hubert takes a step forward and chuckles darkly at the way your body responds to him. “You need some special assistance,” He beckons Ferdinand to come closer then pivots away, “I will leave to give you some private time with Ferdinand since you love him so mu—”

Prominent blush are blooming on Ferdinand. Even his hair holds no candle against those bright apples. Hubert sure had Ferdinand getting his hopes high.

An odd feeling settles in your chest. Galloping wild like stallions, rushing like waterfalls. You can’t suppress it much longer when you blurt open your mouth. “No. It is you, Hubert. It’s always you. You are the very reason I have joined the Black Eagles Strike Force. To earn your trust and walk down the same path as yours. Despite your sinister look and harsh words, you are always looking out for me.”

Hubert’s eyes grow wide as he stands above you, your hand moving to tug his wrist weakly. “What?” He cocks an eyebrow at you but says nothing.

“Ferdinand is like a soft, warm ray of sunshine that is always taking care of me. I like him a lot. But you... are like a calm, silent moonlight that always guides me. I know you are the one who slipped calming toxins when I cried myself guilty from leaving the Blue Lions. Rejuvenating medicine in my foods when I was fatigued. Sleeping tonic in my drinks when sleep avoids me for days. Or even threatening me to not participate in our battle at the Arianrhod so I won’t be dejected—I am not that weak. I... I love you, Hubert.” It seems this strange potion is screwing with your mind, making it hazy and muddled—blurting things that are supposed to be your deepest feelings. Words are flowing out like waterfalls as you continue to pour your heart out.

“Although the Empire isn’t my homeland, in my heart it is where I belong now. A place I can call home proudly and am willing to do my best to protect her. That’s why, I—,” you pause and groan when you feel a sharp tingle on your chest. “Ah?!”

Warm sensation spreads through your body, breasts begin to grow full and heavy, aching for release. Even clutching your hands over your chest didn’t help at all. Something is happening to you, and you feel like burning up. There is a growing ache between your thighs, and you think about just rubbing your thighs together to alleviate it.

Each tossing and turning on the bed brings sensual stimulus in ways that are beyond your control. Against a specific part of your body if you are honest; and you really don’t want to be honest at this moment—not in front of Hubert and Ferdinand. You are feeling hot and bothered all over your body. This is embarrassing.

“That concoction is supposed to make her more honest. Both in heart and... body,” Hubert strokes your cheeks gently. Even the feathery touch of his gloves set your body aflame with lust and desire. “But excessive intake of it would be—highly intoxicating, perchance.”

“Goddess, you are the worst, Hubert. Don’t you feel sorry for (Y/N)? Is there any way to help her?” Ferdinand fumes and helps you to take off your night cape so you don’t overheat. Involuntary moans fly from your lips when Ferdinand graze his hands on your shoulders.

The dark mage sweeps his gaze over your sitting, trembling form; ignoring Ferdinand’s protests blatantly. A loud gasp escapes from your lips when you feel something is leaking from your nightgown, staining Hubert’s crimson bedsheet with milkish white droplets.

Milk?

Uncharacteristically, Ferdinand averts his gaze from your soaked breasts and mutters quietly, “How is this even possible?”

“Side effects,” Hubert whispers darkly. His eyes are lustful but the amusement is gone. Faint tints of red are dusting his usual pale cheeks when he glances over your see through nightgown, then darts away to the abandoned coffee and tea on his desk. Warm milk has the garment soaked thoroughly in some areas.

“Please...,” you plead and rub your thighs uncomfortably. “Someone please help me.” You suddenly ask them; bringing them out of their wandering thoughts.

Tears are streaming down your cheeks. Either from the intense embarrassment or discomfort, nobody knows. Your breasts are growing tight and swollen with milk, heavy and painful.

Ferdinand gives you a short nod—betraying his crimson flushed face—and leaps to get some cups. Alas. There are no empty cups, so he has to take both coffee and tea cups from the desk. Hubert only sighs when he watches Ferdinand fumbling with your nightgown awkwardly, trying his best to free your breasts—between incoherent sorry and please forgive my insolence.

Both men are blushing messes when Hubert frees your breasts from its confines. They gulp heavily and try to look away when more pearl white droplets leaking from the milky mounds, trailing down your beautiful curves, before trickling down between your thighs.

Hubert’s large hands are trembling as he tells Ferdinand to hold both coffee and tea cups beneath your breasts. He is doing his best to ignore lewd sounds you make–and his own growing arousal–when he gropes and massages your teats gently. Deluge of delicious milk continues to flow into his hands and the drinks lavishly.

Ferdinand fails to close his maw as he gawks over the mouthwatering tea and coffee. Not even Hubert’s ominous glare is able to stop his fixation. It’s almost comical to watch how the self-proclaimed noblest of the nobles has lost his composure and grabs Hubert's hands, then licks every digit clean from your milk sensually. He even snatches over the milk tea from Hubert’s hand—then gulps it away greedily.

“Richer, creamier, sweeter, and a lot more delicious. Now I understand why it’s a huge hit all across Enbarr. I would love to have this exquisite Milk Tea for the rest of my life, (Y/N),” Ferdinand shrills out of joy as he puts his hands on your shoulders.

Has he lost it?

Bitter scowl etches on Hubert’s lips at Ferdinand’s delirious words. Is it even that great? Pouring this much milk—let alone yours—over his precious coffee is blasphemous, just like Rhea and the Church of Seiros. How come such a horrendous act is deemed acceptable?

“Human milk is supposed to be exclusively savored by infants. Is it even edible? Drinkable?” Hubert jeers at Ferdinand’s foolish agitation and stares at you guiltily. His breath catches when you look at him through your eyelashes with indescribable emotions. Curiosity gets the best of him—and really kills the cat. Hubert decides to take a sip, then another, another, and gulp down the whole beverage. You can almost hear him purrs like a cat when he laps the remnants of his coffee.

“Such delectable and exquisite Café au Lait. Slightly sweet with an excellent lingering aftertaste,” Hubert pauses and contemplates, then gapes over your soaked chest. He has to constantly gulp as it nearly overwhelms his mind. “It would be plausible if we help you to relieve you of your symptoms—and side effects—if you really want to.” Hubert licks his lips.

He lost it. Even Hubert has lost it.

Your lust filled mind wants to believe everything he said and let them relieve you. Both the Minister of the Imperial Household and the Prime Minister are looking down at you with hunger. Hubert’s words are oddly comforting. This clearly works both ways.

“Just say the words (Y/N). We will never hold this over you in any way. Let us have you.” Ferdinand puffs some fluffy pillows and lays you gently against them on the enormous bed. Hubert perches by his side and touches your shoulder. “I promise this has nothing to do with the drugs. We just want you but I will never force you.” His voice sounds almost desperate.

Holy Goddess, Hubert is sexy with his beautiful eyes, raven hair that hangs in his face, and chiseled cheekbones. You desperately crave the soft caress of his skin against yours. His warmth inside of your aching core.

“Had I known about Hubert’s ignoble plan, I would never be his accomplice. I would beg for your forgiveness but I do not deserve it, (Y/N).”

Deep chortle emits from Hubert as he gazes upon Ferdinand. “How ruthless. Such pompous act is unbefitting of your not so innocent station,” Hubert mocks condescendingly. Ferdinand only coughs shyly when you stare at the visible bulge in his pants. You can barely hear him mumbles “Sorry” and “I feel guilty.”

“I want it,” you confess. “I want you. Both of you. Please,” you plea sweetly. How could you say no to the dark Hubert and bright, compassionate Ferdinand?

Like an eager puppy, Ferdinand strides over and helps you to remove your nightgown. Ferdinand wipes your tears and sweat with his silk handkerchief; but his movements come to a halt when he ghosts his hand over your chest hesitantly to wipe your leaking nipples.

Hubert only sighs and slaps away Ferdinand’s hand. He squeezes your breast firmly, enough to make you whimper as milk squirts from your erect nipples. He caught a stream in his mouth, savoring the warm, sweet taste of yours and hummed against your sternum.

Your back arch when Hubert wraps his lips over a hardened nub and hollows out his cheeks to suck. At the same time, his hand kneads your breast, sending a steady flow of warm fluid into his greedy mouth. Those eyes. That chartreuse eyes.... They are looking over Ferdinand in a condescending manner, as if showing his superiority. Ferdinand only blush profusely upon Hubert’s salacious manner—eyes darting between your debauched face and thick droplets that trickle in rivulets from your unattended breast.

Ferdinand couldn't resist and latches on the other nipple, feeling the erect nub warms his mouth. The Prime Minister handles your bust with gentle passion, fondling the soft flesh and squeezes it to coax out the sweet drink contained within. You moan as both men swallow down your breast milk to quench their thirst, your warm milk spraying from your nipples directly into their mouth. The creamy streams they failed to catch ends up spilling between you, soaking their clothes even further.

“That's it... You're doing great.” You encourage as you sigh in relief from their ministrations. Hubert almost chokes when you nuzzle his face on your plump bosom as you ruffle his silky black hair. His eyes widen in shock but he decides to remain quiet and use his long fingers to pull your lower garments off.

Hubert’s deft hands knead the flesh of your thighs as he works, making you relaxed and anxious at the same time. He slides two fingers in, followed quickly by a third and increasing pressure. Your skin is burning from his touch, almost scorching. Goddess, how you want him. At this point you think you might die without it.

You almost whimper but bite down on your lip instead. Hubert leans forward to run his tongue along your ear. “If you ask me to, I will gladly tip you over the edge.” His teasing makes you bite down on your lip harder. Hubert’s chartreuse eyes examined your expression. He smiles and moves away. Ugh! Why is he so alluring?

“No fair!!” Ferdinand growls at Hubert. He paws at you impatiently, kneading your thighs and ass like an irritated puppy—yearning for your attention. He’s well aware of your affection towards Hubert, yet can’t help but to feel jealous.

You can feel Hubert’s smirk over your ear when he curls his finger in a particular spot that makes you mewl with delight. The dark mage kisses your neck and bites your breasts lightly, his eyes never leave Ferdinand as you scream when you pant and creamed on his finger.

“C-come on. Don't tease me. If you say you're going to help me… then don't mess around.”

Ferdinand shoves Hubert away (earning him strings of curses from him) and softly bends you on the mattress. Desperation and sadness are lingering deep in his eyes when you gaze upon his eyes. “I will help you in earnest, (Y/N).” He is only an inch from your lips now. “And I beg of you. Please use me as you saw fit. Don’t make me wait anymore” Ferdinand requests, his voice gravelly. “Please give me a chance.” He closes the distance between you in a searing, passionate kiss. His breathing picks up as he trailed his lips to your collarbone and covered Hubert’s previous marks with his teeth.

You feel warmth flood to your deepest part at the feeling of Ferdinand’s lips against yours. Ferdinand’s lips move to your neck as he shifts his hips so that your core is against the growing tent in his pants.

Hubert chuckles and slithers beside Ferdinand in a sudden. "It takes two to tango. But we can do a waltz with three," Hubert prompts with a wolfish grin. “Sharing is something I loathe. But with you, I can make an exception.”

Wariness on Ferdinand’s feature dissipates at Hubert’s nod. Hubert even walks and proceeds to help Ferdinand to take off his clothes, then proceeds to undo his own. Now exposed in their full glory, you could feel a growing throbbing, dull ache in your body. Eager to feel them inside of you. You groan, feeling more heat pool at your core.

Oh dear Goddess Sothis, you swear to never dabble with Hubert’s strange concoctions ever again.

“I am sure (Y/N) wouldn’t mind either,” Hubert pauses and tilts your chin, then pulls your lips to his. You are surprised at how warm Hubert’s kiss is. With his normal biting and cold words you often assumed his lips would be just as bitter. Instead, you couldn’t help but sink into them and let him devour you greedily.

Hubert shifts you gently above him. The way he teases your clit and fondling your breasts turns you into a moaning mess—body drenched in your milk and lower lips dripping wet with your own essence.

“I beg you,” you pant, “Touch me. Please. I can’t take it.” Urgent need laced your voice in desperation. You can’t tell whether it came from your arousal, innermost feelings, or the aphrodisiac. The way Hubert snakes his hands behind your ass to help keep your back entrance against his length feel like an endless torture on your burning skin. Sinful moans and praises of his name from your lips are like an angelic melody then gently rubbing your clit in steady circles and showing your awaiting pussy to Ferdinand.

“Are you sure, (Y/N)?” Ferdinand hesitates, “I would never turn you down, but I want you to be sure you are okay with it, really sure.”

“Please, Ferdinand,” you implore between sobs, “I cannot withstand this raging desire, and touching is the only thing that seems to help.”

“I understand, (Y/N),” Ferdinand acquiesces, “If this is what you want, I will do my best to lessen your pain.” He moves his hands up to your cheek, holding you in place. His beautiful amber eyes piercing at you, making sure that you are serious—and sighs when you give him a nod.

Excitement snaps up Ferdinand’s spine, making him lift up on his toes before he steps to the bed and crawls. Unbridled lust overcomes your sense when Ferdinand’s calloused hands envelop your body—making the heat not be so bad.

You feel Hubert move behind you, his bare chest against your back. He wraps his arms around you, holding my breasts, as he moves his lips against your neck. You could feel his erection rubbing against your backside, and you reach behind and stroke his length.

Hubert groaned as his teeth grazed the skin of your neck. You lean forward against Ferdinand, who is fascinated with the feel of your breasts against his face. Unlike his usual calm demeanor Ferdinand bites your nipples, then the side of your boob, leaving a purpling mark on the plump flesh.

The noble makes an urgent, startled sound when your sweet milk bursts into his mouth after he latches both of your nipples and massages and squeezes your tits altogether. Soon he is drinking from you eagerly, making wet, sucking sounds. Ferdinand has to constantly gulp it down as the sweet treat you give nearly overwhelms him. Soon he is drinking from you eagerly, making wet, sucking sounds. His tongue licks and laps at your bust, your nipples reaching the peak of their length and sensitivity due to the immense arousal you feel.

“Can I…,” Ferdinand asks, aligning his cock up at your entrance, teasing it as he waits for your reply.

“Please,” you whined, “Yes.”

You feel him press himself into you and begin to move his hips. Ferdinand’s hands are sure and firm on your body. As in tandem Hubert nudges your face gently and catches your lips in a deep kiss. Lighting up with excitement, your nails barely digging into his thigh and Ferdinand’s arm as Hubert finishes sliding into you. There's a minor burn, but nothing that hurts for more than a moment.

“Magnificent,” Hubert grinds out, sliding almost all of the way out, then pushing hard back into you. “Absolutely magnificent. You are perfect, (Y/N). I could do this all night and wake you up with me inside of you.” Hubert slams into you again, then pulls out a little and presses a thumb in alongside your breast.

"Please," you reply. "Please. Please." The overwhelming pleasure turns your whole mind hazy.

When Ferdinand pulls back, Hubert thrusts up. They set the rhythm easily, working in counterpoint to each other and slowly making you come undone. Ferdinand kisses your cheekbones and forehead, and Hubert kisses your spine and shoulders.

Filled full by these men, you let yourself be rocked back and forth by their motions. They thrust and thrust into you as you shake from the pleasure coursing through your veins. Humping you hard, Ferdinand is sandwiching you in between them both. Their hands are everywhere, and as Ferdinand starts to thrust deeper into you, you feel yourself getting close to climax.

Ferdinand’s pounding starts to get more erratic, and he keeps on pumping inside of you to the same rhythm as its cock. “Is there any possibility that if I keep doing this to you I will get to keep you?” he asks in a broken and hungry sound. The husk in his voice would almost be embarrassing if you didn't know how Ferdinand truly felt towards you.

Stars are blinding your vision as pleasure ripples through your body. You moan and scream as orgasms pulse through you one after another. You are not even sure how many times you’ve cum when Ferdinand’s thrusting becomes sloppy and erratic, his pulsing member throbs inside your weeping cunt, seed warm inside of you.

Hubert thrusts a few more times. Hard and deep, he shoves his cock into you and explodes. He cums on your ass, spurting all over your back, painting your ass and thighs white.

You lay a pile on top of one another, catching your breath. It’s many minutes more before either male pulls out of you, but you don’t mind. You don’t mind the feeling of Hubert’s firm body beneath you or Ferdinand’s heavyweight atop yours. You are content to be suffocated between them, but before you actually lose the ability to pull air into your lungs, Ferdinand rolls to the side, and Hubert turns over too and gently pulls his lower half away from you so that his cock falls out and his seed follows.

“You did so well. Such a good girl,” Hubert whispers between his ragged breath. He hugs you from behind and presses a soft kiss to your temple affectionately, making you moan softly at the gentle touch.

You don’t even realize that Ferdinand rises from the bed until you feel a warm cloth between your legs. His warm hands clean the fluids from you gently and swiftly and move to clean Hubert’s limp cock next–ignoring the older male's protests. Then clean himself.

Slowly, gently, as if he’s afraid to irritate an aggressive predator, Ferdinand presses himself into you before throwing an arm all the way over to Hubert’s other side, holding you both. The utter amount of endorphins hitting Hubert’s system and he pats your hair affectionately and planted a light kiss on your forehead–but growls at Ferdinand possessively.

“(Y/N) is mine. Her divine taste—I will never get enough. Mine. I can make an exception for you, but she is mine and mine only. Coffee or no coffee. Milk or no milk," Hubert snarls. Is this man the real, notorious Hubert von Vestra?

Such remarks make Ferdinand laugh and pull both of you into his embrace. He sure has guts and a big heart. “Ferdinand von Aegir will always be ready for another cup of milk tea as well. I’m addicted to the way her breasts look, swollen and heavy with milk for us. It would be wonderful if I can get impregnate (Y/N) so we can savor the sweet taste of her," he nuzzles into you—even when Hubert shoves his cheeks away. Despite his snarky attitude, you can see Hubert’s lips curve upward freely.

“Go away and leave us alone." Hubert pauses and inhales sharply, his hand is lingering and rubbing your stomach "...Me either. With or without that aphrodisiac. But first we have to let (Y/N) rest."

"Good night then, (Y/N) and Hubert." And with that Ferdinand is gone with a soft snore.

You can only blush at Hubert’s brave remarks. The idea of more of this was very enticing. That’s the last thing that comes across your mind before you fall asleep in each others’ arms. You couldn't wait to see what tomorrow had in store for the three of you.

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