i just wanted to thank you for your hubertferdinand fics, i love how soft these boys are for each other and how emotionally constipated they can be!! every drop of hubertnand is a drop of life in the wide desert that is fe3h fandom. thank you again for your fics (it dragged a friend and i into this ship and piqued her muse)! id love to see more of them (and... jealous hubert... these boys are so soft for each other) if the opportunity ever arises!
(your idea of a jealous hubert inspired me so much I had to write a quick little thing!! This would take place between “during” and the fic that will follow it eventually, which will be called “after.” thank you for the ask!)_____
Ferdinand was always talking to everyone. He was always helping them, assisting them in any possible. He always had that wide smile on his face, and sun that shone through the grey clouds and reflected over the white snow made Ferdinand’s hair glow a pale orange. It was beginning to snow again, in fact, not on Hubert who was standing under a shelter but he watched the flakes as they landed in Ferdinand’s long hair and over his cheeks that were tinged pink.
There was a woman he was talking to now, which is partly the reason Hubert stayed to watch. She was being outwardly flirtatious to him, bringing the blush to Ferdinand’s cheeks even more so and making him smile in embarrassment. A smile that Hubert thought he was the only one to bring out.
Hubert’s stomach twisted in a feeling he was not used to as the woman Ferdinand was talking to reached out touch the side of his arm. Her long fingers lingering too long on his sleeve and her head cocking to the side slightly as if performing some type of mating dance. Had she not seen the bruises of left over kisses on Ferdinand’s neck? Pathetic.
“You are looking at him, yes?”
Hubert turned his head to the voice that spoke, eyes widening in surprise for a split second before he returned to his usual facial expression, turning his face back to where he had been looking.
“No.” He said, which was a very plain lie.
One that Petra, who had been the one to spot Hubert staring, could see through easily.
Hubert shifted slightly in his position, jaw clenching just slightly – the muscles in his face tightening as a sneer pulled across his lips.
“Does he know you have these feelings?”
She was more perceptive than she looked and Hubert should have known to watch out for it. Where Edelgard would have left him to his own brooding, Petra’s curious nature made him admit his feelings. Or not admit them.
“Of course not. Because I don’t feel anything for him.”
“So you admit you were looking?” She replied quickly, lips pulling into a wide grin. “This is sweet,” she seemed to decide.
Hubert tried his best to ignore her words, there was nothing sweet about it. His expression tightened again as the girl stepped closer to Ferdinand, his heart tightening in his chest and his fingers clenching – from jealousy or from his own emotions he wasn’t sure.
He had no right to be acting this way either, Ferdinand was his own person and could talk to anyone he rightfully pleased. Even if they did occasionally steal each others kisses in dark hallways and abandoned libraries.
No, Ferdinand deserved someone he could be with openly. Hubert would have to respect that. He had his own life set out for him anyway, one that consisted of assisting Lady Edelgard until the day he died – there was no need for romance.
“Hubert..” Petra’s voice was softer, and he glanced to her again, hating how her eyes filled with pity for him.
“Tell him.” She said softly, voice just above a whisper. Ferdinand was saying something back to the girl now, running his hand through the back of his hair – he looked sheepish and it made Hubert’s heart stutter in his chest with want. But no..
“I don’t want to drag him into the mess that is my life. He deserves happiness.”
Petra crossed her arms defensively, “You deserve happiness.”
“I have a role to fulfil. There is no room for feelings such as these. I won’t be able to give him the life he deserves.”
“He is not a cat, Hubert! And the same could be said for all! He has grown up a life as hard as you - or me, or all of us.” She dropped her hands to the sides, meeting Hubert’s gaze sternly, fiercely. Hubert had to give her kudos on that. “When we fight these emotions alone we are weak – but if you are to share your feeling with him then you can become stronger together.”
Hubert looked to Petra, meeting her fiery gaze, before his gaze shifted slowly back Ferdinand. He was watching the girl who had been flirting to him walk away, her expression looked somewhat crumpled.
And maybe because of this, for a split second, Hubert believed Petra’s words. Because when Ferdinand turned around to walk away their eyes met for the briefest of seconds and Ferdinand smiled.
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