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prurientpuddlejumper · 4 years

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A Deep and Rapid River, Ch. 6

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Summary: First your mom’s a jerk. Then the Creature’s a jerk. You always try to be supportive and strong, because you know he was created in a lab 2 years ago and has never had any human contact except for physical beatings, but… You have your own emotional insecurities, too, and there’s only so much you can take.

The rooster crows, and you spring out of bed, rushing downstairs to do your chores with a vigor that alarmed, but pleased, your parents. Pulling on your coat in the frosty grey air, you hurry out to the barn before dawn breaks.

The dilapidated old structure looms like a ghost at the end of the pasture in the dark morning fog. The wooden door creaks as you push it open and slip inside. You discover the terrifying, ghoulish monster sleeping peacefully in the cow pen, curled up on the hay with Edelweiss and her newborn calf. A handful of barn cats have joined them, sharing the warmth.

A feeling builds up inside you like air filling a balloon, and escapes your mouth as a high-pitched squeal.

He jerks awake in an uncoordinated flailing of startled limbs, putting himself protectively between the calf and the noise. “S-sorry! You’re just so cute,” you gush, lowering your voice to a whisper. His eyes meet yours, the confusion leaves them, and he smiles.

As the previous night, he watches intently as you set about your chores. This time he asks you questions, and follows along with what you’re doing. You show him how to collect eggs, milk cows, distribute feed, and pull up water from the well—the latter he watches from a window, so he won’t be seen.

When finally you are done, you turn your attention to the creature. Your early start means there should be some extra time before you’ll be expected for breakfast, so you tend to his wound, and lay down in the hay with him. The animals graze peacefully outside in the purple-orange sunrise. He puts his arms around you, and you rest your head on his broad chest, watching them through the barn door, safe in the shadows.

“You are a gentle creature,” you yawn lazily, running your fingers through his hair, and tracing them over the uneven skin of his chest. For all he may look like a monster, he has the gentlest soul. But the comment makes his jaw clench, and shift uncomfortably.

“You don't know that,” he growls. “I am not. The power of death is in these hands.” He holds them out and turns them over. Each pale knuckle protrudes like the pommel of a dagger, attached to long, skeletal fingers. Like everything about him, they are macabre in appearance, but looking past that to the person they belong to, you can’t imagine them capable of any wrongdoing.

“No it's not—” you begin to protest, snatching his hands out of the air and clutching them to your chest. But then, you don’t really know anything about his past, and begin to wonder. “Have you...? Killed?”

He shakes his head, to your relief. “To take a life is to waste the most precious gift. But I have contemplated it, and I believe myself capable. Before we met, I was determined to wreak misery upon he who made me. Humanity hated and scorned me, and so I decided…” He trails off, breathing deeply. “I am certain, had you not found me, I would have committed unforgivable evils; such was the state I was in. I have already committed acts of destruction: I set fire to a cottage where my friends once lived. I destroyed out of spite that place where they abandoned me.”

“There’s no point worrying about what could have happened. You haven’t done anything wrong, that’s what matters. All you’ve done is... burn an empty cottage?” Wait, what? “I didn’t realize you had friends before. You always spoke as if you had been alone until now...” A dagger of jealousy pierces your heart. You push the feeling away, a pit of shame knotting your stomach—how dare you be upset you’re not his first and only friend?

His chest heaves a sharp laugh, but his eyes are sad. “I called them thus… In truth, I was their friend, but they were never mine” He tells you a story of how he took shelter in a low hovel attached to a cottage, from whence he could observe the lives of its occupants through the year, undetected. He learned to speak and read from watching them, and in return he secretly aided them however he could. They called him a good spirit, and he called them his protectors. The patriarch was a blind man, and after he had mastered speech, he sought to introduce himself when he was alone, that he might supplicate himself before him for aid, and earn his sympathy. “My plan nearly succeeded, but his family returned and drove me away. Despite all my efforts to help them, they could not stomach a ‘good spirit’ as hideous as I, and they fled in horror, never to return. Such is the fate of one wretched as I. In my life, only you have been able to tolerate me—I must assume by some anomaly in the shape of your skull which makes you immune to horror.”

His tale is just as sorrowful as you had expected, and you spent its telling squeezing and nuzzling him comfortingly. But there was one little thing that kept bothering you about it.

“Hang on—so you were spying on them for a whole year?! That’s kind of creepy, mon coeur.”

“What do you mean? I would be delighted to discover a secret friend had been watching over me this whole time.”

Your head hangs, shaking side to side. “Oh, my sweet innocent daemon.” You swivel around and squeeze both his cheeks between your hands. “Of course you would. All you’ve ever wanted is to not be alone. How could you understand what stalking means?”

“Stalking?”

“Most people find it disturbing—threatening—to be watched by a stranger without their knowledge. And for an entire year! They must have realized the mysterious spirit doing them favors was you the whole time! I’d have been creeped out too if that was how we met! They would have run away even if you were handsome as a prince!”

His face is a mask of confusion, frozen with mouth agape. After a moment of shocked silence, it falls in despair. “Then there is more than my appearance that drives my fellow-beings from me? I always believed, if not for my twisted form, I might be accepted—but there is more? My sensibilities, my utter ignorance of the simplest conventions of social existence will keep me from ever experiencing it!”

“Oh, no! Please don’t… I didn’t mean…!” Good job, you broke him. “That isn’t what I meant,” you plead, desperately stroking the side of his face, but his eyes are frozen in a faraway look, sinking under the weight of a new failure. “What I mean is, maybe it’s not as hopeless as you think! Maybe people aren’t afraid of you because of your immutable physical traits, but because of how you present yourself. And you can change that. I can teach you!”

His unfocused eyes refocus on you, silently curious about what you’re saying.

“So much of how we perceive others is based on presentation. Dress a man in rags and he will be suspected as a criminal, or in the finest silks and he is trusted as a gentleman, though he is the same man with the same soul.” You play with his hair, combing the tangles out of it with your fingers. “Perhaps if we can obtain clothing tailored to your size, if we can groom your hair to a gentlemanly fashion, and most importantly, find some way to introduce you which explains your odd figure… perhaps then, you would not arouse fear in those who see you.”

“Do you think so?” he asks, hopefully.

“We can try.”

He smiles, shaking off his melancholy. Two massive hands pull you firmly onto his lap. “You are all I want, anyway. I don’t care about anyone else.” His hand runs down the small of your back, and lower, teasing you. A heat rises in your core. Something in the way his eyes smile when they look at you… suddenly, you need him. You lean up to kiss him, pulling on his neck for support, and his lips lower to meet yours, merging with sudden fury. He pulls the back of your head toward him, deepening the kiss, while his other hand takes advantage of your hips lifting off his lap to slide between your thighs. He moans, muffled against your mouth. The sound of his arousal ignites your own, and you writhe your hips into the fingers exploring you there, directing them over your clothes to your heat. You could get lost in him.

Your mother’s shrill voice carries down to the barn, calling your name. The hens cluck a greeting, rushing to the fence to beg for food. She’s not just calling you in to breakfast, she’s coming to the barn!

You fall off him with a yelp, frantically righting your clothing and hair, while he scrambles to get out of sight, massive erection outlined clearly even through his thick cloak.

“What is taking you so long?” your mother scolds, charging into the barn. She’s in a foul mood, but at least is too wrapped up in her anger to notice anything amiss. She snatches up the milk pail by the door. “I’ve been waiting on this for breakfast!”

“Sorry. I got an early start so I could take my time this morning—it’s no later than user!”

“Don’t talk back to me, child,” she huffs. “I worried about you. I keep expecting you to disappear again.”

“Oh, mom…” you feel sorry for all you’ve put her through for a moment, but she doesn’t let you complete your thought.

“Do you know how this has been on me? Our family is the gossip of the town. But at least we had that nice service for you. How did you like the service?”

It wasn’t a real question. You open your mouth to answer, and she is already delivering a lengthy sermon on how lovely the hymns were, and how she had the best voice, because she wanted to be an opera singer when she was your age, you know.

“Anyway, I came to fetch you for breakfast, and after breakfast, I want you to go into town and apologize to that boy Ferdinand right away and get him to take you back.”

“What? I told you, I broke things off with him!”

“You can explain that the accident made you hysterical, and you weren’t thinking straight.”

“But I was thinking straight. I don’t love him!”

“You fool!” she raises her voice. “Can’t you see he’s your best prospect? Who else will have you? Do you want to grow old alone, a spinster?”

“Maybe I do!” You’ve had about enough of this. “There’s good money in textiles, and then I wouldn’t have to rely on anyone! You think I want to end up like you and dad?”

“HOW DARE YOU?” She slaps you across the face. It wasn’t a hard blow, but it stings like needles under your skin. An angry snarl emanates from where the creature is hiding. Your mother stands bolt upright. “What was that?”

“That was you hitting me,” you hiss between clenched teeth, playing dumb.

“Let us return to the house. Something unholy has fallen on this place.”

“No, I still have chores to finish.”

“Now! I will not leave my daughter alone to be preyed upon by a demonic spirit. Dear lord, what if the devil is following you? When you had your accident, you came too close to the gates of death, and now some devil has its claws in your soul… Come!”

“It was only a cow, you’re imagining things,” you plead, but she grabs you hard around the wrist and drags you back to the house.

*****

Something is wrong. You can tell the moment you enter the barn. After spending a long, miserable day under your mother’s supervision, you long for the comfort of your macabre companion’s arms, but he does not greet you at the door. It is silent. He could be asleep again, but it is not the warm, comfortable silence of rest. It is a cold feeling, as if something had sucked all sound from the air.

You climb up to the hay loft, a knot of dread rising in your stomach, and find him stewing in a shadowed corner facing the wall.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Who is Ferdinand?” he growls, not turning around.

The knot tightens.

He whips around and repeats his demand, this time a roar. “Who is Ferdinand?!” His eyes are dark. He may have been crying.

“The boy I was with when I tripped and fell in the river... the one who shot you.”

“And who is he to you, exactly?” He asks, attempting to seem indifferent to the answer, though his voice is strained and constricted in his throat.

“He was... we were courting. He comes from a wealthy family, and my parents pushed the match. Of course I ended all preludes the moment I awoke from the accident to learn what he had done to you. Then I went to find you.”

This explanation does nothing to satisfy him, or to relieve the tension in his shoulders and the heaving of his breath. He paces.

“You never told me.”

“I… I’m sorry; he’s in the past, it didn’t seem important…” But not even mentioning it was a deliberate oversight. It was to protect his feelings, you tell yourself. Or was it to protect yourself from your own shame? Girls in your town are taught to be faithful, to never rush between men. One must wait at least a year between suitors, to be proper. To do otherwise is to be called a whore. Not that you care about what is proper. Not that he ought to care.

“Did you lay with him?” he cringes. “And how many others before him?!”

“Th-that’s none of your business!”

“But you’re mine!” he roars. “I thought you were mine… I should have known you belonged to another!”

“I belong to nobody!” you cry indignantly, trying to convince yourself as much as him. The anger rising within you is overshadowed by a stronger feeling—guilt. You never lied exactly, but you omitted the truth to let him think you were better than you are. “I may have been with another in the past, but I chose to be with you now. Please...” Your appeal falls on unhearing ears as he continues to pace in a jerky, agitated manner.

“And you… you debase yourself with me! What madness would cause you to break with your own kind and seek companionship with a wretched fiend? You could be wife to a normal, handsome fellow-being, yet you debauch in the sordid embrace of monsters? You are a greater freak than I! Given the choice, I would take a normal life! You make an outcast of yourself willingly. What in the world could drive you to such self-destruction? I forbid it! Be not an adulteress to a corpse. Take my leave and rejoin your own!”

There are a million things you could tell him. You could shout at him for being cruel. For pushing you away again. You could calmly comfort him, explain to him why it’s all okay… Except you’re struggling to see how it can be okay. Your lip quivers. He’s right. A voice like a knife dipped in honey whispers in your ear, draining all your strength to fight back. You’re too much of a freak even for him. You’re an unfaithful whore jumping from man to man. Your knees go weak. You could never do the proper things a lady is supposed to do. You didn’t think he would notice? Everyone notices. Your mother is right—there’s a devil in you.

You turn to run, to escape the voice. Legs like lead, barn blurry with tears, you trip and stumble and feel your way to the ladder.

“Why are you crying?” he asks as you go, at first with cold curiosity, then softer, in a shaking voice. “Why are you crying?”

*****

You run into the woods, to your secret place to think and get away. It’s not far from home—a place you’ve come since you were a child—but hidden from view behind a few large boulders, standing out on the otherwise flat forest floor as if dropped from the sky. They are covered with moss, set in a tiny clearing where an old tree blew down years ago, letting just enough light in for a soft circle of grass to grow.

You scramble between the rocks, falling to your knees on the snow still hiding, like you, in the solace of shadows. Tears fall down hot against your cheeks, but you shiver, skin clammy with goosebumps.

It doesn’t take him long to find you.

“No, oh no…” he gasps, “what have I done?” He kneels beside you, and wraps himself around your shaking form. “No, no, no... Please no, don't cry,” he begins to sob. “I am sorry... I am a fiend! A wicked, villainous fiend to hurt you... Forgive me, please forgive me, I am sorry…”

It feels good to cry with him, the way a funeral feels good. Miserable, yet not alone. But you should be alone. When he knows the truth, he won’t want to stay. He’ll leave you alone with your lies.

“You’re right. You’re right about everything,” you sniff. “I didn’t tell you so many things I should have, because… this magical creature wandered out of the woods and thought the world of me. I didn’t want you to know. I’m a freak. I’m rotten. A disappointment. And I'm poor. I'm just a poor farmer. You think I am sacrificing my social standing by affiliating with you, yet in truth, I have no such standing. No merit. I am nothing. Even among the poor farmers of this town, I have never been accepted. Ha—and I said I could help you fit in! Who am I to teach anyone about social etiquette? Ferdinand was my only prospect; that's why mother is so worried that if he won't have me, no one will. But I thought I could at least seem normal in your eyes… but even a monster can see I am worthless.”

He flinches when you call him a monster, but it is only a blip against the look of horror and sadness in his eyes as you speak of yourself that way. “No. No, please forget those jealous words I spoke,” he croaks, voice breaking. He’s clinging to you like a drowning man, his weight against you crushing, but warm. He rubs heat back into your arms. “They were spoken in a fit of madness—vitriolic raving, fueled by envy, deprived of all logic or reason. Do not forgive me: hate me and curse my being, but do not allow my reckless malice to tarnish your own estimation of your worth. Here I speak the truth: You are everything. You are all I could ever want, and more than I dare ever hope for. You are kind, and wonderful, and strong. You are perfect, and I do not deserve to bask in your radiance. Destroy my wretched life now, if it will undo the harm I have done, and I shall submit myself to your revenge.”

It’s too late. The voice isn’t satisfied, and you can only helplessly parrot what it whispers to you. “I’m not any of those things. If you only looked normal, you would fit in better than I ever could. I wish I could trade bodies with you, so that you could be happy, and I could be the one hiding in the wilderness all alone.”

“I COULD NEVER BE HAPPY LIKE THAT!” he shouts, holding your gaze with such intensity it snaps you out of your fog. “Not without you beside me! I will never be content while you are miserable.”

“But you held me in such high esteem. I let you believe you were getting more than you were—that I was a prize of high station, with powers to lift you up in society. Aren't you disappointed?”

“I never overestimated your position. Though I am kept apart from it, I am not so ignorant of human society as to be blind to your place in its cruel hierarchy.”

“But you always say things like, I’m an angel, I’m noble, the barn is heaven, our food is lavish...”

“Compared against my own experiences, these are true. I have nothing, not even humanity. My life has been spent in wilderness, and you have been gracious in sharing what little you have. You are the noblest being I have encountered, yet it is plain in your residence, dress, and occupation that you are you are of the lower class. And to seek me out, unafraid… I easily inferred you were unusual amongst your peers. Your mere willingness to tolerate me is proof.”

“Oh.” You shake your head, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand.

He takes your hand, kneeling in front of you. “Did you believe I would think less of you? How could one so wonderful as you ever put value on the opinion of a wretch such as I? Could it truly be that you feel wretched, too, at times?” His eyes widen with realization. “That is why my words hurt you. You have borne the pain of rejection; you share, to an extent, my feeling of isolation. From my vantage, you seem so grand, like the walls of a castle that I am merely the wind howling against. I could not imagine myself capable of damaging you.”

“Do you really think I don’t care? I am not a castle. I’m not above you, or your reprobations. You really hurt me this time...”

“I know,” he says, voice cracking with agonizing understanding. He is certain you are leaving him. “I know.”

You breathe out a long sigh. Brushing a strand of loose hair from his despairing face, you give a lopsided smile. “You know... You're cute when you're sad.”

“I am never cute,” he says, staring severely at the ground. “I am hideous.”

“Stop it, you're even cuter when you're self-pitying!”

He looks up from his stupor, and sees the teasing glimmer in your eyes. “You... are forgiving me?”

“Do you forgive me about Ferdinand? You don’t think I’m a harlot?”

“I don’t care about that anymore. It is far worse to see you in pain because of my foolish jealousy. You may bed a different man each night, and I will count myself fortunate to have you return home to me. Just return to me. I cannot bear the thought of losing you.”

Your lips crash against his, catching him off balance. You pull him down into you, practically hanging on the back of his neck.

“Well,” you break the kiss, breathless, “I’m not going to abandon you. But I… hope this gets easier. I don’t want us to fight all the time. You lash out at me like you can’t trust me. But you're only two years old, I suppose, so tantrums must be expected; and you’ve never had anyone else to talk to.”

He buries you in his chest with a sob, protectively scooping you off the frozen ground. He feels so warm, with his cloak draped over you, rocking back and forth. Everything is okay now.

“I am so sorry. I swear to you, I will never hurt you again.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you whisper. “Just keep getting better. We’ll both just keep getting better, together.”

His mess of hair nods against your cheek, still gripping you tight.

*****

At length, you rise, finally ready to return. He takes off his wool cloak and wraps it around your shoulders. The storm between you is over.

You walk back to the barn to do the evening chores. Though it’s an unheated barn, it’s amazing how much warmer it feels compared to the chilling wind outside. The creature helps you with a few of the tasks you showed him earlier. He is slow and unsure, and must rest frequently for his shoulder, but he tries hard to be useful, pushing past the pain, as if helping with this will make up for everything earlier.

He sets a milk pail by the door, ready for you to bring back to the house for the dinner. His eyes linger over the spot balefully, where you had argued with your mother that morning.

“I should have protected you when you returned, after the way that woman struck you, I should have been there to lessen your strife…”

“You growled so loud, you nearly gave us away!” you laugh, throwing grains into the mule’s trough, eager to change the subject. “It’s a lucky thing father makes sport of dismissing mother’s fears as feeble-minded superstition.”

“How awful.”

“She’s awful.”

“But they are married. Do they not love each other, as my dear Felix and Safie?”

You snort at his naivete. “Marriage has nothing to do with love. It didn’t for my parents, and it wouldn’t if I had married Ferdinand.” You secure the lid back on the store of feed. “I have no money in my own name. The only way out of this farm is to wait until my parents die, or take a husband. That’s the choice all women here must make.”

“I never understood these laws of men, which seem contrived to force those under them to live in misery. One should not have to spend their life with another they do not love. It seems better to break with civilization entirely, if only it were not so bitterly lonely…”

“Well… I agree with you there. If it were possible, I’d run away into the forest and never look back. Except I would starve to death, or freeze. If I was like you… we could just disappear together.”

He smiles at you, wiping your hands off on your dress now that chores are finished, a strange look on his face. “I dreamed of that once. Having a companion who was like me, and spending our lives in the remote jungles of South America.”

“That sounds nice.”

You sit down with him against the barn wall. A small calico pads over and rubs her head against the both of you with a purr, before rushing off to hunt mice.

“It was my greatest hope… but then I met you. Now all of my dreams are of you. I would live anywhere, do anything, to be with you. I am so eager to devote my life to you… I am ashamed that I am equally eager to believe you would betray me…”

He’s never going to forgive himself for that. You sigh, and shake your head. “It's funny... Others look at you and see a monster. They run away or hurt you thinking you’ll attack them, or eat their skin, or steal the souls from their goats or something!” You laugh quietly. He stares at you a little horrified. When did you get so morbid? “What I mean is—If only they knew your most monstrous quality is a mundane, human thing like jealousy.”

He breathes out a single, silent laugh, and hangs his head.

“You know, thanks for saying you don’t care who else I’m with, but… The moment I laid eyes on you, it was over with Ferdinand. From that moment, you were all I could think about. You were all I wanted, even before we met.”

He picks his head up. “You really chose me? You could have had that handsome boy, but you chose me?” This time, his voice is full of wonder, not fear. A victorious smile plays at the corners of his mouth.

“I did.”

He takes your hand and holds it to his thin lips, each word a kiss against your knuckles. “It is incomprehensible that any rational being would make such a selection, but… it makes me unimaginably happy.”

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thrandilf · 5 years

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Paternity Leave

Post Crimson Flower fluff, but no storyline spoilers

It took a lot to shock Edelgard. She thought, as Emperor of the Adrestian Empire, that she’d seen most everything.

That is, until a baffling notice from Hubert landed on her desk.

“Pardon my sudden absence Your Majesty. I am urgently needed at home and must go on paternity leave effective immediately.”

She read it aloud twice, staring blankly at the parchment. She clutched her chest and sank into the chair in her office, questions swirling in her head. Life, it seems, was more wild than she’d ever imagined.

“With WHO?!” How had she not noticed Hubert having a child? Was such information so secret her, his longest friend, his lord and majesty, wasn’t allowed to know? “Dorothea? No, she’s my wife.” Edelgard scratched her head, furiously gazing at the word ‘paternity’. “Bernie??? Doesn’t feel right, although it would explain the secrecy. Ferdinand??? I don’t even know! Petra- doesn’t even live in Fodlan.... ugh!”

Edelgard was going to have to go to the Vestra estate herself. It was all she could think about all day until she could finally take her leave. There was too much tension and confusion in her mind to warrant sitting still for a carriage ride and opted to take her wyvern instead. She ran through different congratulation messages in her head, trying to imagine Hubert with a baby and simply failing. She WAS happy for him- she’d just have to keep the annoyance and betrayal of not being told of Hubert’s son or daughter to a minimum.

She had regained her composure by the time she alighted on the front pathway of the ancient estate. A servant ran up to her and bowed while taking the wyvern’s reigns. “I’ll secure him for you, Your Majesty.”

Edelgard nodded. “Where’s Hubert? In his study?”

“Oh- not in the study, Your Majesty. Lord Vestra in the stables.” They paused. “He might be napping.”

How many more times was Edelgard going to be rendered speechless that day? She strode to the Vestra stables with purpose in her steps, wondering what on earth could possibly lead Hubert to have a baby and then sleep in his own stables. She scanned every stall in the barn, looking back and forth until she got to one on the very end and her mouth fell open with surprise.

Hubert was indeed napping on a bed of hay- with a baby pegasus snoozing right next to him, head laid in his lap.

A pegasus.

[[MORE]]

Hubert had never let go of his minuscule soft spot for them.

“Oh.” Edelgard hadn’t meant to let the noise escape her, but at least it meant she could talk to him.

Hubert stirred tiredly, hay stuck to his all black clothing with a few straws sticking out of his hair. “Ah, Lady Edelgard. This is...” he trailed off, looking at the large horse stall and then up at her over the door, “the least presentable you’ve ever seen me.”

Edelgard covered her mouth and laughed, relief washing over her. “It’s alright- I- haha- wanted to say congratulations and offer my confusion upon reading your memo.”

“Apologies if I am not permitted on leave- I didn’t know how else to phrase it in a rush.”

“No- no, it’s okay.” Edelgard held back from saying it was adorable. The pegasus woke up from its nap and, to Edelgard’s amazement, nuzzled Hubert’s chest affectionately. “How long have you been in here?”

“Feels like a full day, almost.” Hubert diverted his attention to the pegasus foal, giving it a rare smile and petting its soft coat. Even for a foal, it looked skinny. He reached off to his side and grabbed a bottle of milk, kneeling up on the hay as the pegasus stood up too. The soft expression on Hubert’s face was foreign to Edelgard as he bottle fed the pegasus. “She’s a rescue- abandoned by her mare and, it seems, barely taken care of in the past couple weeks before I got her. She wouldn’t eat anything at first, but I haven’t left her side. She’s already doing much better.”

Edelgard had to say it. “This is adorable.”

“I am the only one I trust to properly socialize her and take care of her. I’d hate to have to dispose of any of my servants for failing to nourish such a delicate creature.”

Edelgard could easily read between the lines and translate, ‘I love this pegasus more than I love myself.’ “So, I suppose you’ll be getting over your fear of heights with your new friend?”

“Hmmm.” Hubert eyed the pegasus as she drank. The pegasus was pure white and covered in a well groomed coat, although not quite as thick as it should’ve been. Hubert had spent so much time with her he even had a few tufts of baby feathers stuck to his black shirt. “Perhaps. Never into combat, though,” he said softly, as though promising his beloved pegasus that she’d never be in danger.

Edelgard knew firsthand how protective and attentive Hubert could be, and also that she couldn’t remember an animal loving him this much in all the years she’d known him. “Well, congratulations are still in order. I was racking my brain trying to figure out who you’d had a secret child with.”

“Oh dear,” said Hubert faintly.

“Yes. I’m relieved- no offense.”

“None taken. I suppose Ferdinand will finally get a chance to prove that he’s better than me, while I take care of Mire.”

“Mire?” Edelgard smiled at the cute, innocent pegasus as it stretched its wings while it nursed. Even as a baby under a month old, her wingspan was impressive. “Alright, no one will ever doubt she’s yours.”

Mire finished the bottle of milk and Hubert patted her neck as praise. The pegasus licked Hubert’s face and all he did was grin, looking back at Edelgard. “I suppose she had to do that while you were here to see.”

Edelgard couldn’t stop feeling elated as she watched Hubert and the pegasus together. She evidently only got to see the soft, blackmail worthy side of him only once every twenty years. She wasn’t in a rush to leave. A warm presence around her ankles made her look down at a bright orange cat purring at her feet. “Do I want to know the name of this cat? Is it Dark Spikes?”

Hubert huffed with amusement. He busied himself with helping Mire preen, fingers gently running through her feathers. “Is it orange? Linhardt gave me a kitten some time ago, and by gave me I mean set it loose in my house without telling me. The name is his fault.”

Edelgard swept the cat up into her arms and checked the collar. She instantly lost all of her composure, laughing and gasping for breath. “PURRDINAND?”

“Yes- he’s been keeping Mire company too.”

Edelgard unlatched the stall door and stepped inside. She set Purrdinand down and let Mire approach her. The pegasus sniffed at her and then immediately went back to Hubert for more grooming. “You’ve made a loyal friend.”

“A miracle, isn’t it?”

Edelgard could probably count on one hand the number of times she’d seen Hubert receive affection of any kind. He was head over heels for the baby pegasus, even if he’d never admit it directly. “I’m happy for you.” Hubert still looked exhausted, the grey under his eyes more prominent than usual. “Remember to sleep when your baby sleeps.”

Hubert sighed, tired but undeniably happy. “Oh, I know.”

#hubert von vestra #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #edelgard von hraesvelgr #3h spoilers #just in case #GIVE HUBERT A PEGASUS!!!!!

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bathmatblues · 4 years

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rule: tag 10 people you want to get to know better

i was tagged by: @thebrighteststarsxx (thanks!! i love it when people do this :D)

name: nat

gender: female (tbd)

star sign: sagittarius babeyyyy

height: 5'7" but i might be growing?? it's not ideal

age: 18

wallpaper on my phone: a really cool sunset pic i took out the front of my house and it's like pink and orange and the trees and the house across the street is silhouetted in black and just ugh i love sunsets

house: officially on pottemore i'm a gryffindor but i feel in my heart i'm a ravenclaw (even tho i'm like not really book smart ig idk lmao)

ever had a crush on a teacher?: not romantically but i have looked up to a couple of them and it's mainly bc they supported me expressing myself and i think that's really dope (cough cough my junior english teacher and my junior history teacher)

coolest halloween costume: OKAY when i was 8 i went as albert einstein whom i LOVED at the time (he was also a hyperfixation bc i had done a school project on him in which i had to dress up and be him to present lmao i still have the vids) and i thought it was so cool but when i went walking around trick or treating people kept thinking i was mark twain and i- it still haunts me to this day

favorite 90s tv show: quantum leap (it started in '89 but technically ran into the 90s) (i also don't like friends that much for personal reasons)

last kiss: literally my cat yesterday he's been such a sweetheart lately bless his 14 y/o soul 🥺

have you ever been stood up: not officially but sophomore year i had a friend who took me to homecoming leave me for other friends and i was really upset so i guess that (but now we're good and he realized what happened lmao)

favorite pair of shoes: i LOVE my converse high tops and i even stole my brothers old ones which were newer than the ones i've owned since the 6th grade, but i can also say these boots i thrifted for $10 at goodwill that are absolutely to DIE FOR and they're so comfy and they go great w my striped socks (this whole paragraph screamed "i'm gay")

have you ever been to vegas?: yes. multiple times. we don't really talk about it 😬

favorite fruit: UGH mango or pineapple i'm in love w the tropics

favorite book: forever standing as this is the outsiders by s.e. hinton

stupidest thing you've ever done: well now i've done a lot of dumb shit in my day so it's hard to pin it down but two things that stick out to me are that time when i drank three monster energies in two hours and only ingested twizzlers which led to me feeling very sick from a caffeine overdose for multiple days, and piercing my own ear while in quaratine

all time favorite show(s): schitts creek, the good place, criminal minds, and superstore

last movie you saw in theaters: fuck uhhhhh it might've been parasite back in february but that makes sense bc i was so fuckin busy after that lmao so yeah it was parasite

i tag: @christianemo @dramaqueenfromtatooine @archduke-trans-ferdinand @artromantiic @bookishfawn and anyone else who feels like it lmao

(again thank you for tagging me!! it always makes my heart light up when i see these things 🥺🥺)

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pandorareloaded · 6 years

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Another ask game

@iuliaolmeda did it and I like these thingys so I decided she tagged me

The last…:

Drink?: apple and cinnamon tea (at work!) Phone Call?: The mother of one of my students because we had to discuss her holiday lessons (I hate talking on the phone) Text Message?: @wibbly-wobbly-skawney Song you listened to?: Take me out, Franz Ferdinand Time you cried?: I guess last week when I was looking up a bunch of creepypasta stuff (I love it but I start crying nerviously every time hahahaha)

Have you ever…:

Dated someone twice?: yep, bad idea Kissed someone and regretted it?: nope Been cheated on?: nup Lost someone special?: yes. I lost contact with a friend and I’d like to reconnect but I don’t know how to find him. Been depressed?: It’s my brain’s jam Gotten drunk and thrown up?: a couple of times when I was a teen, I can handle alcohol

Three favorite colors?:

Black Purple Forest green

In the last year have you…

Made new friends?: Yes! They’re the sweeteststststs Fallen out of love?: yep Laughed until you cried?: yas hahahaha Found out someone was talking about you?: Yeah, I guess, I don’t really care so I don’t remember Met someone who changed you?: Yes. So many people. I’m lucky that way. Found out who your friends are?: I... think... so? I haven’t been backstabbed if that’s what this question is about Kissed someone on your Facebook list?: Yup my partners are in my Facebook list

How many Facebook friends do you know in real life?: all of them, I have very few facebook friends and I tend to “clean up” the list every once in a while

Do you have any pets?: Yes! My lovely pupil Howl, she’s the cutest mischievous black cat (and she drives me nuts)

Do you want to change your name?: I’d like to change my surname.

What did you do for your last birthday?: We went to a children’s park thingy the night before ( @iuliaolmeda did a comic about it!) and then I spent the actual day with my coworkers/friends from the writing association I’m in making wands for the Pottercon event we participated into. Rollercoaster weekend!

What time did you wake up?: 9.15am, I had to work today, yes I know it’s Sunday.

Name something you can’t wait for: having my own apartment, getting a well-paid job that I like (I’m such an adult)

What were you doing at midnight last night?: I was at a birthday party!

When was the last time you saw your mom?: The week before my birthday, we live in different cities.

What were you listening to right now?: The Yuri!!! on ICE BSO

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom?: I feel like I have...? Maybe some random tourist or something

Something that is getting on your nerves?: One of my flatmates is an asshole and I can’t wait for his normative ass to get out of the place

Most visited website?: Probably Netflix

Hair color?: Chestnut brown, but I still have red-ish highlights from when I dyed it

Do you have a crush on someone?: mhhhh nope

What do you like about yourself?: my resilience

Blood type?: A+

Nickname?: so many! Orange, Arya, Chess, Jazz, Fox,...

Relationship status?: in a poly-amorous relationship with two lovely human beings

Zodiac?: Scorpio... ascendent scorpio as well hehehe

Pronouns?: she/her or they/them

Favorite TV show?: I’m gonna say Voltron Legendary Defender because I’m obsessed with Klance, but I like so many!

Tattoos?: Yes. I have a motor neuron tattoo in my left pectoral over my heart and I intend on getting two others in 2018.

Right or left handed?: left handed! but I know how to write with my right hand pretty well

Surgery?: ehm... no?

Sport?: I love running and I’m preparing for a race. I also do yoga almost every day and I might start doing calisthenics

Vacation?: I’d love to travel but a nice short get-away doesn’t sound bad either. I’m game for almost everything cultural or nature related.

Pair of shoes?: Military black boots, but I also love my vans

Eating?: Sometimes... I forget things

Drinking?: water. If alcohol is involved, cider or gin

I’m about to: go home for the holidays

Waiting for?: Godot, obvs

Want?: that mythical well-paid job at something that I enjoy

Get married?: no, thank you

Career?: the one I aspire to have? being a writer, an activist and someone in the cultural field

Which is better…?:

Hugs or kisses? Depends on the other person and my mood

Lips or eyes?: Eyes

Shorter or taller?: Taller

Older or younger?: Age is a construct, but 5 years younger is my absolute limit

Nice arms or nice stomach?: ...nice legs

Hook up or relationship?: depends, but it’s extremely rare for me to want/be comfortable in a hook up

Troublemaker or hesitant?: Troublemaker

Kissed a stranger?: Sounds like something I would have done on a dare when I was younger

Drank hard liquor?: I can’t handle the brown ones

Lost glasses/contact lenses?: nop

Turned someone down?: yes

Sex on the first date?: Have sex whenever you want and feel comfortable with, also, not everyone is sexual

Broken someone’s heart?: I guess

Had your heart broken?: once

Been arrested?: not yet

Cried when someone died?: I don’t recall

Fallen for a friend?: also once....? I don’t know if it counts. Your partner should be yout friend, tho

Do you believe in…:

Yourself?: Sometimes

Miracles?: No, but I do believe in luck

Love at first sight?: Attraction at first sight

Santa Claus?: When I was little, I guess

Kiss on the first date?: Kiss people only with consent but whenever you like

I’m tagging @wibbly-wobbly-skawney @ethuil @hydrophilicturquoise @language-labyrinth @alter-egx @naturesprings and everyone else that feels like answering this!

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