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Hello it's me again~ may I... Ask for a cute little one shot thing for Ashe and Hubert. I'm weak for them....

,HI!! I MEANT TO GET TO THIS A L O T SOONER SKJFHFKJ I HOPE YOU DON’T MIND HOW LONG IT TOOK ;W;

And also, Modern AU for this one!! and...a lot more (attempted) humor than I originally intended lol - as well as a switch from my usual format!!

....aaand a lot...longer...than I thought...i know you said little but i kinda went off woops

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Hubert was going to die. That’s it. He was going to perish in just a few moments and the one person he thought would have his back was currently trying not to laugh at him.

Correction. Was laughing at him.

“Edelgard please, this is a serious matter...” Hubert grumbled, though that only succeeded in making her laugh harder...for some reason.

“I’m sorry Hubert,” Edelgard said as she wiped away the tears in her eyes - liar, she wasn’t actually sorry, Hubert could tell - and sighed. “But truly...how could you expect me to not laugh?”

“Maybe out of respect for a childhood friend?” Hubert buried his head under his arms, trying to figure a way out of this situation while his traitor of a friend simply laughed.

“Hubert, honestly, how did you expect me to not laugh? What you’ve told me is, pardon my bluntness, absolutely hysterical,” chuckling as she spoke. Perhaps Hubert would have to reconsider helping her get those tickets Dorothea’s new play if this was how she was going to treat him.

What was the matter, exactly? According to Edelgard, something hysterical. That something being the fact that, after what might have been a year or two of stewing in his feelings for a young man named Ashe Ubert, and decided to take the plunge and attempt to confess.

By writing him a letter. With the intent to gift it in person, since he knew that he would not be able to say the words aloud, having not bothered to sign it. And then leaving said letter in front of his dorm room because he was an idiot and a fool who panicked as soon as he knocked on the door, dropping the letter and booking it.

Do you understand Hubert’s dilemma now?

And thus he had come to Edelgard, hoping for sympathy and maybe advice on how to get the letter back if not apologize, only to be met with laughter on her end. The absolute traitor.

“In any case...I don’t believe you have any reason to worry.” Edelgard took a sip from the coffee she had been nursing when Hubert initially asked if they could meet. Thankfully the shop had been quiet when he arrived, with very few patrons aside from himself and Edelgard...

...and yet, with how much she was laughing, Hubert almost would’ve preferred if there were more patrons - if only to have some distraction from his embarrassment.

“I believe I have every reason to worry. I made a fool out of myself,” Hubert lifted his head, only to hold it in his hands. Goddess, the amount of embarrassment he felt from this whole situation was immeasurable - and it was all his own fault! He really had no one to blame here but himself.

And yet...truthfully, he couldn’t find any true regret in this situation. Well, of course he regretted leaving behind the letter, and he defnitely regretted running away like a coward even more, but he couldn’t find himself regretting falling for Ashe. In fact, he found himself struggling just trying to picture a world where he did not fall for Ashe. After all, Ashe was practically a ball of sunshine incarnated as a person - if opposites really did attract, well, that would explain quite a bit.

There were a million and one reasons as to why and how he realized he’d fallen (including but not limited to the time Hubert had quite literally tripped into Ashe’s arms)...and apparently, he had found it fit to include it all in the letter.

Perhaps if he asked nicely enough, Edelgard’s step-brother would be willing to put him out of his misery.

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Ashe hadn’t known what to expect when he first found the letter in front of his dorm room after hearing a knock on the door. He’d reached down to pick it up, but when he looked up to see who left it there, all he’d seen was a flash of black rounding the corner. Maybe he should have given chase, but at the time, he had been distracted by the letter that was now in his hands.

So he had gone back into his dorm room, carefully opened the letter, and began to read.

And within the first few sentences, felt his entire face burn.

Whoever it was that wrote this letter - and actually wrote it, in very neat (and almost familiar) handwriting - was very, very much in love with him. And very detailed about said love. No, there wasn’t anything gross or creepy in the letter, but with how hot Ashe’s face felt, there might as well be.

It’s just...he’s never felt so flattered in his entire life? It was almost uncomfortable, with how hot his dorm room seemed all of a sudden when they mentioned how much they adored his cooking, and the way he gushed about his favorite books, and how his eyes apparently lit up whenever getting particularly passionate, and...

Well, you get the gist. The point was, Ashe was definitely flustered. There were just a couple of problems.

First of all, whoever had written the letter had not signed their name. Sure, they had handwritten the entire letter, but Ashe didn’t think comparing the handwriting of every student on the campus would be feasible in any way (although, looking at it again, it did look rather familiar...).

Second of all...Ashe already had someone he was in love with. So whoever had sent this letter, he was flattered, really, but his heart was already set on one person.

That person being Hubert von Vestra. Maybe it was surprising (Ashe could almost hear Sylvain’s shocked sputtering if he were to ever find out), but Ashe found himself falling head over heels with this man. Perhaps he was rather intimidating when you first meet him, and maybe he seemed far too dark and broody for someone like Ashe to fall for, but that was the thing.

Hubert was more than just some dark and broody forensic science major (though he wouldn’t blame people for thinking otherwise). At his core, Hubert was a truly kind person, despite it only being to people he deemed worthy of it. He was loyal to a fault, and just as protective - Ashe almost giggled remembering the time someone had tried to trip Ashe and ended up getting their own legs swept out from underneath them. There was also the fact that Hubert was fond of cats - Ashe had caught him, on multiple occasions, petting and even feeding the stray cats around their university.

It also didn’t hurt that Hubert was very attractive. Very, very attractive,

Look, point was, Ashe had to find whoever wrote this letter and tell them that he was awfully sorry, but his heart was already set on someone else, and he couldn’t find himself returning their feelings when he was already in love with another. That would just be cruel of him.

So he had headed out, letter in hand, hoping to maybe find Hubert and asked him if he could help him figure this out. No, this wasn’t just an ulterior motive to spend more time with Hubert - though that certainly didn’t hurt - he just knew that if anyone could figure out who wrote it, it would be Hubert. After all, Hubert was extremely smart, almost scarily so.

Luckily, he didn’t have to look for too long. He spotted Hubert sitting with Edelgard at the university’s coffee shop - though for whatever reason, Edelgard seemed to be laughing as Hubert buried his head in his hands. Did something happen?

“Hey, Hubert!” Ashe called out as he walked over, holding the letter tight. Hubert’s head whipped around to look at him, with a strangely panicked look in his eyes as Edelgard’s simply twinkled with what Ashe guessed was amusement.

“H-Hello Ashe,” Hubert said in a strained voice once Ashe had reached their table, with Ashe tilting his head at hearing the strained tone.

“Are you feeling alright? If you aren’t, I can always come back later-” Ashe began saying, though he was cut off. Surprisingly enough, by Edelgard - somehow, she just didn’t seem like the type.

“No, it’s quite alright. I’m certain we would both love to hear what you had to say,” Edelgard said, giving Hubert an odd look.

“A-Alright, if you say so.” Ashe looked between them, a bit concerned, but he supposed Edelgard would know if Hubert was alright or not. “I got this letter earlier today, and I was wondering-”

Hubert suddenly seemed to choke on nothing, coughing hard. Was Edelgard sure that he was alright? Hubert was turning horribly red...although, Edelgard herself didn’t seem too concerned. In fact, she seemed almost amused.

“Well? Go on,” she prompted.

“...I was simply wondering if Hubert could maybe help me find out who wrote it,” Ashe finished almost weakly.

Hubert’s face seemed to be warring between various shades of red and turning completely pale. He muttered something, so quietly that Ashe couldn’t hear it.

“Did you say something? I’m afraid I couldn’t quite hear you...” Ashe watched as Hubert gave an almost helpless look to Edelgard, as Edelgard simply gestured for him to go on.

Hubert coughed again, and without looking Ashe in the eyes, he spoke. “It...It was me.”

Ashe stared at him for a few moments, completely silent as his mind processed what Hubert had said.

Then...

“WHAT?!”

(Edelgard, admittedly, was having far too much fun watching the both of them stumbling over their words as they both admitted to having at least a year’s worth of feelings for one another. She was glad that they finally managed to get together, even if it was in one of the more ridiculous ways Edelgard had thought of.

Well, she’s definitely seen worse. That worse being her professor’s first attempt at romancing the dean of the school...his fault for taking Sylvain’s advice to heart. At least it worked out between them.

She almost wished she had recorded this. Dorothea would be having a field day with this entire situation.)

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Gera’s Annual HalloWLWeen DrabbleFest 2018 Pairing: Clexa Rating: PG-13 Prompt: “we don’t know each other but i came as (character A) and you came as (character B) and well, look at that, (character A/character B) is both of our otps…strange…we should do something about that….like make out”

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“You do realize it’s not 2016?”

Clarke doesn’t even glance Raven’s way as she stares at herself in the mirror, fixing one of her pigtails. “You do realize,” she starts as she carefully smudges her blue eyeshadow even more, “that the herstory of Harley Quinn dates much, much further back than 2016?”

“Stop being a dick, Griffin,” her best friend huffs. “Come on. We’ll be late. You’re perfectly disheveled and looked properly fucked up. You nailed the character.” Clarke already knows what she’s about to say. “Bet you--”

“--wish I could nail her for real? Uh, yes.” She gives herself the last long look in the mirror before finally facing Raven, satisfied with the outcome. “Have you seen her?”

“Are we talking about the character or the actress, I’m confused.”

“Both,” Clarke states with a grin. Her makeup ensures it looks much more unsettling than usual. The grin grows when Raven suppresses a small shudder.

“Yeah, well, not as much as you wish for Wonder Woman to nail her, probably,” she mutters, straightening the green hat that keeps falling off her head.

Clarke rolls her eyes. “Look, all I’m saying is they’d be perfect together.”

“And all I’m saying is let me read the fics you’ve definitely written about what has to be one of the weirdest ships out there.”

She’s thankful for Harley Quinn’s white foundation when she feels her cheeks heat up. “For the last time, I don’t write fanfiction,” she lies, shifting from one foot to another. God, these boots are not comfortable. “And – really? One of the weirdest ships?”

“Okay, well, not the weirdest,” Raven agrees, scratching at her fake mustache. “But definitely not the most popular, either.”

“It’s not about popularity,” Clarke tells her, and picks up her bat. “And if you really think about it, it makes perfect sense.”

Her friend sighs, tired of the same debate. “Sure,” she says. “They’d definitely be hot together.”

Clarke thinks of the comics she drew last night and swallows. “They would.”

***

“Holy…” Lexa trails off as her eyes widen, taking in the picture that showed up on her dash. An incredibly graphic picture of her childhood hero and one of her favorite characters.

“Whatcha doing?” Her cousin asks behind her, and she whips around, startled – but not before quickly liking the fan art. For later inspection.

“God, Anya,” she breathes out, frowning. “Stop doing that. You know I hate it when you sneak up on me.”

“Because I’m the only one you can’t catch,” Anya states, a cocky smirk on her face as she crosses her arms over her chest. “What were you doing? Wait…” She takes several steps closer, her smirk widening when Lexa hurriedly walks backwards, away from her. “Are you blushing? Were you sexting?”

Lexa gives her a look. “You know I’m single.”

Anya shrugs. “You can be single and still sext,” she informs her. “I don’t judge, but we’re gonna be late. Can you tell her you came and it was wonderful so we can go already?”

“I’m not – I wasn’t sexting,” Lexa insists, now blushing for a whole different reason. “Let’s just go.”

“Sure, Cersei.”

Lexa tries not to curl her fists. “It’s Diana,” she corrects her. “Cersei is from a completely different universe and you know that.”

“Nerd,” Anya scoffs and tries to ruffle Lexa’s carefully laid hair. Luckily for her, Lexa manages to dodge her hand, scowling. “Alright, alright, calm down, Warrior Princess.”

Lexa sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “That’s not--”

“I know,” Anya waves her off, turning on her heels and heading for the door, with Lexa following suit. “At least I talked you out of dressing like that hot clown chick.”

“Harley Quinn,” Lexa corrects her, more on autopilot than anything else.

“Right.” Anya’s smirk is amused. “Isn’t she Diana’s girlfriend?”

Lexa knows what her cousin is doing, but she’s too weak not to rise to the bait. “I wish,” she mutters, and Anya laughs.

“One day, I’ll find your fics.”

***

“Griffin,” Raven’s breath is ragged, and her grip on her arm is almost strong enough to hurt. “You gotta see this.”

Clarke barely avoids spilling her punch all over herself when Raven tugs her away from the table. “What – wait! Raven, what the hell!” But her determined best friend ignores her, only walking faster. They cross the living room and come to an abrupt stop once they reach the hallway, with Clarke almost crashing into Raven’s back in the process.

“Dude,” she huffs, wrestling her hand out of her hold. “What the fuck, seriously-”

“Thank me later,” Raven whispers to her with a grin and takes off, leaving Clarke frozen and jaw slacked. The reason of her stupor is just as frozen, staring back at her.

“Uh,” she finds her voice first, blinking. “I’m sorry, I… My friend…” she trails off, not sure what to say next.

The girl in front of her – a literal Wonder Woman incarnate – swallows and gives her a nervous smile. “Yeah,” she says. “My cousin knows your friend. Raven took one look at me and ran away. And then came back with you. And I think I know why.” Green eyes sparkle when the girl gives her a not-so-discreet onceover. “This is by far the best Harley Quinn costume I’ve ever seen. It’s – very spot-on.”

“Oh,” Clarke grins, awkwardly fiddling with her baseball bat. “Well, you’re an actual goddess. I mean – Wonder Woman. You look exactly like her. Like the character, I mean, because you don’t look like Gal Gadot – there is very little resemblance. Not because you’re not beautiful, because you are, I just--” she cuts herself off, taking a deep breath, when Wonder Woman lets out a small chuckle.

“I get it,” she tells her, smiling, and fuck her entire life, this girl is gorgeous. And a Wonder Woman fan. And, if she correctly understood her earlier hint, ships her with Harley Quinn. Whom Clarke just so happened to choose as her costume. And whom she ships with Wonder Woman. Hard. “I’m Lexa.”

She cannot blow this. Clarke straightens up and sends Lexa her best seductive grin. Judging by the way Lexa’s cheeks glow the faintest, prettiest pink, she does something right. “Hey. I’m Clarke. You can call me Harley if you want, though.” Yeah, she definitely blew it now.

But Lexa only chuckles again. “Then I guess I go by Diana tonight,” she replies, with a wink that makes Clarke’s insides melt in the best possible way.

“Well, Diana,” she grins. “I guess your cousin and my friend expect a show.”

“Big time,” Lexa confirms. “And I’m all about fulfilling people’s hopes and dreams.”

“And I definitely am not,” Clarke quips, earning herself another melodic chuckle, “but I think we’ll figure something out.” She extends her hand, smirking when Lexa takes it with a small smile. “Are you ready to be corrupted?”

***

“Maybe we shouldn’t have left them on their own.”

Raven rolls her eyes – but does so with a soft smile as she leans in and pecks Anya’s cheek. “Chill,” she tells her. “They are big girls and will definitely be into each other. Also, I missed you like crazy. And it’s not like we ditched them. It’s only been an hour. Nothing could’ve possibly happened.” With that, she sends a wink Anya’s way before opening the closet door and exiting, taking her hand.

A group of guys standing nearby notices them, and one of them whistles. “Nice,” he comments with an obnoxious grin.

“Fuck off,” Anya simply tells him and walks off, tugging a grinning Raven after her. The guy scowls, but his friends only laugh.

“At least they didn’t slam the door in your face like that Wonder Woman chick did with Jason,” one of them tells him. “Which, by the way, he totally deserved for being such a fucking creep.”

“Whatever,” the one named Jason shrugs. “I saw Wonder Woman make out with Harley Quinn, so I still win.”

The other guys shake their heads. “You suck, dude.”

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