Title: Tea That Almost Went Cold
Ratings: Gen
Warnings: None
Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses
Relationships: Ferdinand von Aegir/Hubert von Vestra
Charcters: Ferdinand von Aegir, Hubert von Vestra, Edelgard von Hresvelg
Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, During War, Crimson Flower | Black Eagles Route
Word Count: 1,193
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Hubert couldn't remember the last time he saw Ferdinand, he really couldn't. The mission that he and Edelgard planned shouldn't be taking this long, he made sure of it. He knew that Ferdinand would complete with perfection, but Hubert took in his irritating personality into consideration when planning. Even for Hubert, it was very eerie that Hubert was still not back at the church.
With Ferdinand's absence, Hubert felt this void throughout his whole body. He tried his best to get rid of the feeling, but most of the time he was just distracting himself. At first it was drowning himself in his paperwork, then when he didn't have that, it was working in the shadows making sure Edelgard's other plans were working seamlessly. There became a point when that everything was taken care of and there was some down time even he couldn't avoid. The darkness that he felt took over yet again.
He was constantly kicking himself in the butt about these feelings. Why was he feeling it? Why did he care about Ferdinand so much? Why did he care about how he ended up home alive? Hubert knew the risks when he planned the mission and Ferdinand knew the risks when taking the mission.
"Ugh" Hubert sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"Such a long sigh," Edelgard commented, passing by. "I would say that it's unlike you to sigh, but you always do this."
"You Majesty," he said, looking at her. "I apologize for my demeanor. I did not intend to interrupt you on your walk."
"It's alright," she reassured him. "What's the matter this time around."
"It's something trivial," he dismissed. "Nothing you should worry about. You have more pressing matters to attend to."
"Hubert," she said, her voice becoming deeper. "I highly doubt that this is trivial. Please tell me before I have to order you to do so."
"Very well," he sighed again. "It's Ferdinand."
"Oh, wow," she said, mouth agape. "Now this is unlike you. You worrying about someone else, Ferdinand of all people."
What was more unlike Hubert, he furrowed his brow to her.
"Yeesh," Edelgard sighed. "But this is hardly trivial. Caring for a soldier is a natural for someone."
"Your Majesty," Hubert said in a voice he never, ever gave Edelgard.
She took one giant breathe and exhaled.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty," he profusely apologized.
"Anyway, it is a little concerning that he still isn't back," she continued. "Though it's nice to hear him constantly boast about himself and how he his better than me."
"It's strange that I miss hearing him bickering about something things," Hubert mused.
Edelgard raised an eyebrow.
He sighed, trying to rethink his words. "I guess I just miss his voice."
"I'm sure he is alright," she reassured him. "He likes taking his time to make sure the mission ended perfectly."
"I hope you're right," he said under his breath as she walked away.
Hubert went about his day, trying to find something to fill the void. He did chores around the monastery, he did some paperwork, he trained, and he talked to the soldiers and his friends. When none of that worked, he laid down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. He never took his eyes off of the ceiling, not even when his eyes stared to burn and it felt like it the ceiling lowered itself to put pressure on his chest. That ended up being a more pleasant feeling than the void he had been feeling the past few weeks.
He woke up the next morning, yawning and stretching, not realizing that he had fallen asleep. It was rare for him to do so, but even rare when he didn't realize it. He couldn't even pinpoint when he did; was it when he was thinking of the million stupid ways Ferdinand died or failed, or was it when he thought of the millions of way to distract himself from this whole situation. He would never fully know.
For the most part, his routine was still the same but there were a few things that wasn't the same. He didn't get the millions of meticulous reports that Ferdinand, him getting an earful of what he had to say. The one thing that stayed the same, was him making both coffee and tea. Hubert just sat by himself to drink his coffee and breakfast while watching the tea he made go cold.
"Is that you Hubert," a distant voice called out. "I smell the coffee you love to drink."
"What," he said softly, his ears picking up. "That voice..."
"Ah, Hubert," Ferdinand smiled. "It is you. Nice to see you are enjoying yourself."
"Ferdinand!" Hubert said surprised, getting out of his chair and knocking it over. "You're alive?!"
"Yes, why wouldn't I be?" Ferdinand said in disbelief as he walked over to the table. "May I join you?"
"Of course," Hubert insisted. "You've been gone for months, I was getting worried."
"That is unlike you," Ferdinand said, sitting down. "I am sorry for worrying you, though."
"Ferdinand," Hubert sighed in relief.
"Hm?" Ferdinand asked, taking a sip of the cold tea.
"Where have you been?" Hubert asked. "And this time, I give you full permission to not shut up."
Ferdinand chuckled as he placed the cup down. "Why thank you. You are so gracious Marquess Vestra."
Hubert smiled and shook his head. He listened to the ever riveting story about how he completed the mission perfectly, and how afterwards he got lost. He wasn't surprised that Ferdinand got lost and ended up helping a village on the way back, he was still a buffoon to him.
"So, my dear Hubert," Ferdinand said, holding out his fork with food on it. "What have you been doing lately?"
"Picking up your slack," Hubert teased.
"Ah, I bet the extra workload hasn't been too stressful," Ferdinand teased.
"It kept me busy, to say the least," Hubert said, taking the last drink of coffee he had.
"I wish sometimes you would relax," Ferdinand frowned.
"When you have a friend of yours gone, you have to make it up," Hubert reminded him. "Especially one as important as you."
"Awe, thank you Hubert," Ferdinand said, taking Hubert's hand.
"Don't read too much into it," Hubert growled.
"Too late," Ferdinand said, kissing Hubert's gloved hand.
"Whatever," Hubert said, trying to repress his blush.
"Why don't we spend the day together then," Ferdinand smiled. "We can do whatever you want. It can even be paperwork."
"Don't tempt me," Hubert said, taking their plates.
Ferdinand smiled, helping him with the dishes.
Hubert caved in and allowed himself to relax, even if it was with Ferdinand. All they did was clean dishes, go to the market to grab a few things, and do nothing. All in all, it was a nice day for him. With Ferdinand being back, the void and emptiness that he was feeling was gone. Maybe it wasn't a bad thing to be around him at all. After all, Hubert wouldn't mind if he spent the rest of his life alive if Ferdinand was there at every step of the way.
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This is my revenge fic for @lysterene who drew me my FE 3H OC Amelia for the FE art scuffle that we were in. Got to write these bitter lovers together for the first time in forever, their A supports and end card obliterated me. Hope you enjoy!
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