#felbert

So far the plan was going pretty well. 

Felix had left Fhirdiad a day earlier than originally planned. He rode though the night, swapped horses just inside the Empire (paying extra to have his original horse returned to Dimitri), and kept going. After a mix of generous camping conditions and rainy days, Felix arrived in Enbarr a whole day earlier than Hubert was expecting him. 

It was near evening. Hubert would likely still be in the palace with Edelgard. Even so, Felix used the merchant’s gate near the river to enter the capital. He didn’t want word spreading that Duke Fraldarius had returned. If Dorothea had taught him anything since he moved here, it was that rumors spread like wild fire, and always to the people you didn’t want to hear them.

A rush of contentment filled Felix as he came in sight of their estate. He didn’t usually think himself the needy type-- but this trip to the Kingdom had been the longest since he and Hubert had married last fall. Two weeks into his visit, Felix had rolled over in bed and felt a sudden longing as his arm hit pillow instead of husband.

Hubert was coming with him next time. Felix would give him no choice. Maybe Edelgard would help-- she loved cooperating with Felix to give Hubert time off.

Once at the estate, the servants scrambled to help Felix with his horse and bags. One asked if Felix wanted a hot bath but he shook his head. “Don’t tell Hubert I’m home,” he ordered them all. “I’m going to wait in his study.”

The plan had been forming in Felix’s mind all journey: He would wait in Hubert’s desk chair for his husband to return. Hubert would walk in, spot Felix, and look completely and utterly shocked that he was home so soon. Felix would drink in the rare expression for a moment before crossing the room and pulling Hubert in for a kiss. Their first kiss in over a month. 

Smirking to himself, Felix opened the study door. And froze.

Hubert looked up from his desk. ”Welcome home.” His tone was pleasant but his eyes spoke of mischief. “Dinner will be ready soon. I take it the trip went well?”

Felix stared for a moment before stepping inside and slamming the door behind him. “How the hell did you find out?” He snapped.

Now the mischief bled into Hubert’s smile as he stood. “The fact that you thought you could surprise the Emperor’s spymaster in his own city is somewhere between laughable and adorable.”

“I’m not adorable.”

“Then you leave me no choice but to laugh at your expense.” Felix crossed his arms even as Hubert drew close and put his hands to Felix’s waist. True to his word, Hubert chuckled. “Apologies, would you like me to pretend to be shocked next time?”

“Shut up.”

“I’ve missed you, too.”

Felix’s anger broke at the words. He put a hand to the back of Hubert’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. That part, at least, went as Felix had expected. They kissed slowly, deeply-- as if trying to memorize the other’s mouth again. Hubert pressed closer and Felix’s arms wrapped around Hubert’s neck. 

Hubert pulled back just far enough to look down into Felix. “I did miss you,” Hubert said, all teasing gone from his voice. 

“Missed you, too.” Felix pressed his forehead to Hubert’s shoulder so he wouldn’t have to look at Hubert when he added, “A lot. More than I thought I would.”

With a hum of agreement, Hubert hugged Felix properly. Felix squeezed Hubert tighter, drinking in his scent of coffee and ink and home, aware that he himself probably smelled horrible after his time on the road.

This was fine, Felix told himself as Hubert pressed a kiss to the side of his head. The planned had failed-- but he had made it home without issue, and a hot meal was waiting for them downstairs. 

Yall really like darksword angst huh...well I haven’t written any darksword in ages and this has been sitting in my inbox for a while soo-

Hanahaki, but chronic! I’ll just be focusing on Hubert having hanahaki here!

So, Hubert’s got hanahaki. He’d definitely know what he had - with all the research into various curses, diseases, and poisons he’s done, it’s highly unlikely that he wouldn’t have heard of it. Though he definitely wouldn’t understand why. At least, not at first. 

After all, there’s no way that someone like him could’ve fallen in love. The only love he could’ve felt would be for Lady Edelgard, that was strictly devotion, not romantic. He cared for her, but not enough that he’d be coughing up flowers due to it. 

Then his thoughts trailed to Felix. Felix Hugo Fraldarius. 

Felix had transferred to their class not too long ago thanks to the Professor, and Hubert told himself that he was only watching him to make sure he did not have any ill intentions. He convinced himself that the strange feeling in his chest was simply caution, and that the time they spent together was purely for the sake of gathering information.

Clearly, he thought to himself as he coughed up flowers for what felt like the hundredth time, he had failed.

No matter. This hanahaki wouldn’t kill him. He could deal with it. He’d simply force it down, as he always did. Force down the flowers alongside the thoughts of the blue-haired man, the thoughts of the times they spent together. The thoughts of them perhaps growing closer. 

The vain, distant thoughts of, once Lady Edelgard’s mission was completed, spending the rest of his life with Felix.

He’d force them all down. 

This is literally the oldest ask in my inbox iM SORRY-

BUT YES. FLUFF. FLUFF FOR THESE TWO because I don’t think I’ve actually written a ton of just fluff for these two sooo how about we go with Golden Route fluff?

I like to think the days that the black staining Hubert’s hands turns them especially numb when not tinged with pain, Felix makes sure he doesn’t try to ignore it like he would’ve otherwise. He absolutely refuses to deal with anymore self-sacrificing idiots, is what he’d claim when it’s brought up when anyone outside of their inner circle is around. 

(Of course, this means anyone within that inner circle know this is complete bullshit. They would see the tenderness in Felix’s eyes and he quietly scolds Hubert for continuing to try and do paperwork when his hands are like this, and they’d see the warmth in Hubert’s gaze as he listens to Felix’s scolding and assures he’ll go to the healers in just a moment, dear.)

Hubert would end up moving to Fraldarius - supposedly it’s to help make sure Lady Edelgard gets the most accurate information possible without it getting muddled as it might without his presence. Anyone with a brain cell knows he’s really just using it as an excuse to stay in Fraldarius, outside of those meetings he has no choice but to attend. In those cases, Felix usually travels with him, stating it’s just to keep an eye on him and make sure Hubert doesn’t push himself while Felix isn’t around to keep an eye on him. In the cases Felix has to travel to Fhirdiad for a meeting, Hubert travels with him, stating it’s to help keep track of what happens during the meetings. 

(Once, while they were in Fhridiad, Dimitri stumbled upon quite the scene; Hubert and Felix, sitting together while working on paperwork. At some point though, Hubert had drifted off, resting his head on the desk. Felix had been in the middle of draping a blanket over him and quietly saying something when he realized Dimitri was standing in the doorway, and rapidly turned a shade of red as Dimitri excused himself. His own face felt hot, as though he were intruding on something private - perhaps, in a way, he was.)

WELL...THIS IS HYSTERICAL CONSIDERING WHAT ASK CAME BEFORE THIS...

I’m pulling from an old as fuck AU for this one, fuck it

So the war against the Empire begins, and already it’s all gone to shit, as Felix would so eloquently put it. The Empire declared war on the Church, and not too  long after that Dimitri is arrested for murdering his uncle, and later executed. They’re fighting a losing battle, and Felix knows it. Even still, his father continues to insist that Dimitri is actually alive, since his body was never shown. Felix refused to hold onto false hope...even if he did help the search parties.

Even if this war weighed heavily on Felix, there was one more thought that held him down even further. The thought that Hubert had helped Edelgard orchestrate this war. The thought that even...even as close as they became during their Academy days, Hubert didn’t think twice before turning his back and following his liege’s whims like a lapdog.

(That wasn’t entirely true, and Felix knew it. The day before the Holy Tomb attack, Hubert had asked Felix if he’d ever consider defecting from the kingdom. Felix hadn’t known the true weight his words were meant to carry, and simply stayed quiet before saying he’d have to think about it. 

Felix never got to give Hubert his answer.)

But fine, whatever. Felix would move on. He refused to stay stuck in the past, he would keep moving forward. So what if he something wondered late at night what would’ve happened had he said yes to Hubert’s question? So what if he had nightmares the occasional dream about facing Hubert on the battlefield? It was fine.

At least, until he got the news that Hubert had been declared missing by the Empire.

He began searching on his own as soon as possible, claiming that at least he could get them an advantage if he managed to capture the elusive Hubert von Vestra, rather than wasting his time searching for a dead man.

Hypocrite that he was, he knew deep down he was doing the exact same thing. Hubert was strong. He wouldn’t have simply vanished into thin air, and if he had, Edelgard would’ve known about it. So for him to have vanished? Something had to have happened to him. 

He searched, and he searched, and he searched. He refused to give up. Felix Hugo Fraldarius was many things, and a quitter was not one of them. Even as the longer his search took, the less hope he held that he might possibly find Hubert alive. 

The moment he stumbled upon the clearing, any remaining drops of hope in his heart withered away. 

The clearing had been decimated, clearly by some type of magic user. There were marks on the trees, as if someone had been wildly waving around a weapon without a care in the world of who they’d hit. And in the center of it all (Felix refused to admit how his hands trembled), were the remains a little charm Felix had given to Hubert so long ago. 

Thank you for the congratulations Summer!! And thank you for requesting darksword hehehe - and for context, this is actually his Rebirth AU for Three Houses! I personally adore it, so I don’t mind writing for it hehe

Just know that this Felix may be different compared to what you might expect, it takes place in a modern setting, and that Felix and Hubert are actually good friends in this AU!

Leave a “Tell Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character confessing something to another [be it a love confession, a secret, feel free to specify.]

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Also war? Never met her, this is a happy AU nothing bad happened at all because I'M WE AK

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No matter how many times they did this, Hubert found himself astounded every time. If anything, as the years passed, Hubert just found himself more entranced.

Even now, as Felix lay asleep in bed and Hubert getting up in order to prepare for the day, he couldn't help but take a moment to stare at Felix. While the dark blue of his hair started to give way to gray, and crow's feet appeared around his eyes, Hubert still found him the most beautiful man he'd ever known.

He shivered a bit. Despite the many years he'd spent living in Faerghus now, the cold of its winters was something he'd never be truly used to. Carefully, Hubert pulled one of the blankets around himself and stood. His husband's resistance to the cold would always astound him, but Hubert really did only need one blanket.

He slowly got up, so as not to wake up Felix (admittedly, he was glad Felix was getting more sleep - though he really shouldn't be talking, Felix had a tendency to run himself into the ground with work. It was nice to see him actually rest for once) and began to get ready. He had made plans for today, after all.

Truthfully, it wasn't too much. But neither Hubert nor Felix had been much for big events. Both preferred smaller gestures - Hubert himself found it easier to speak with actions rather than words when it came to showing affection, surprisingly. Regardless, he did have plans - a nice breakfast together, then a spar - it was rare nowadays that they sparred, but Hubert knew that Felix's love of it had not diminished in the slightest - before simply spending the day together.

Again, it wasn't much, but neither had previous days like these. Felix had always wrinkled his nose whenever "a big deal was made about the fact they're married" (though Hubert wouldn't tell him that he wasn't listening, too distracted by his love for this man to really think too much about it).

And wasn't that a thought? Hubert, the ever loyal right hand to Lady Edelgard, falling in love and eventually marrying, before moving to Faerghus! Though, really, Hubert wouldn't change it for the world.

A sleepy murmur pulled Hubert out of his thoughts, just as he was putting his glasses on - his vision had been worsening over the years, and even if only one eye worked, he still preferred wearing glasses to a monocle.

He turned, pulling the blanket a bit tighter around himself to see Felix looking at him, a small smile on his face. Hubert felt his heart skip a couple of beats - no matter how many of Felix's smiles he saw, they always managed to take his breath away.

"What're you doin' outta bed so early?" Felix muttered, clearly still sleepy but still smiling softly.

"I just had plans for us today, dearest," Hubert said, returning the smile with one of his own. "I wanted to see if they were ready."

"They can wait a few more minutes..." Felix yawned, and Hubert couldn't help but chuckle - his husband had never been a morning person, a night owl much like himself. "Just come here...and bring the blanket with you. I know you're still cold as hell with just the one."

Who was he to refuse a request from his husband? So Hubert approached the bed, only to be pulled down by Felix. They both stared at one another, Hubert smiling at Felix before they both begun to laugh, foreheads touching.

"Just come back to bed. Your plans can wait another few minutes." Already Felix was starting to fall back asleep, arms wrapping around Hubert as he snuggled into him.

(The first time he had done that, Hubert had been genuinely taken aback. A red-faced Felix had told him between stutters that it was only a one time thing, he hadn't meant to do that! Not at all!!)

Hubert just chuckled. "Alright love, a few more minutes." And he pressed a kiss into Felix's hair, the latter already sleeping evenly.

Yeah. Those plans could wait for a few more minutes. Hubert found that he really did not want to move and risk disturbing his husband (and oh, how he'd never grow sick of that word, not in a million years).

(As it turns out, the staff of the house was fully expecting this to happen. This was far from the first time that this had happened, after all.

Felix didn't really care. He just cared about the fact that his husband was beside him, them both wrapped around each other and never wanting to let go.

Yeah.