"I would marry you again in a heartbeat." #25 for Hubert x Bernadetta?
The prompts in my inbox haunt me. I've had the outline for this one sitting around for a long long time, so I figured it should be the first I tackle this year. Gonna push myself back into the writing flow if it's the last thing I do.
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"I would marry you again in a heartbeat."
Hubert woke up warm, his nose buried in a field of lavender. The events of the last few days caught up with him-- and a smile curved his lips before he pressed a kiss into that lavender.
Bernadetta did not wake. She only gave a low hum and pulled the quilt closer. Hubert sat up-- slowly so as not to rouse her-- and simply watched Bernadetta sleep. They'd had hundreds of mornings together, both during and after the war. But this morning was different. This was his first morning with his wife, Bernadetta.
The last week had been a whirlwind of fittings and greeting guests and last minute meetings and feasting and music-- yet one memory stuck out to Hubert in starkest relief: Bernadett'a expression after Emperor Edelgard had declared them married. Bernadetta had squeezed Hubert's hand and looked up at him through watery eyes, her smile shaking with nerves but wide with joy.
A soft sound snapped Hubert back to their bed. Bernadetta blinked sluggishly, stretched her legs under the blankets, and rolled onto her back.
"Good morning," Hubert said.
Bernadetta thread her arm out from the quilt and lay a hand on his wrist. "Morning," she murmured, voice muted with sleep. "What are you doing?"
"Just thinking."
"About what?"
Hubert could find no reason to lie. "That I would married you again in a heartbeat."
Those waves of lavender hair were a cooling contrast against the red that overtook her face. Grasping the quilt with both hands, Bernadetta jerked it over her head. Hubert bit back the urge to laugh outright. Instead he pat the embarrassed lump and got out of bed, resisting the urge to tease his wife (wife wife wife) further.
"I'll get us some tea and coffee. Take as much time waking up as you need."
"Wait!"
Bernadetta sat up in a flurry of blankets and had swung her legs out of bed before Hubert could move towards the door.
"I'm coming too!" she declared.
"You don't have to, I'll only be gone--"
"We just started our new lives together," Bernadetta interrupted, taking Hubert's hand in both of hers. "I want to spend as much time with you as I can!"
Bernadetta's cheeks were still red, and Hubert felt his own face heat to match. He kissed the top of her head-- more to give his voice time to recover than out of affection, but of course affection was still there (wife).
"Very well." Hubert lead her away from the bed. Bernadetta's smile grew, and she squeezed his hand as they began their journey to the kitchens.
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Sorry for my last request, i somehow missed this was for only hubert related requests š
Anyway, i request the "get me" prompt for hubert and Bernadetta (or someone else if you don't like that ship)
Are you kidding I LOVE Hubernie I just don't get a ton of requests for them and it makes me :( hope you donāt mind the direction I took this though!
Leave a āGet Meā in my ask, and I will write a drabble about one character saving another.
Bernadetta swallowed down a shriek as she dodged another arrow fired her way, firing back with the ballista. She couldnāt falter, not for a second. She wasnāt supposed to show any weakness. She wasnāt that scared little girl that could barely leave her room anymore; she was a general now, an important part of Edelgardās army.
(It didnāt feel like it though. Sometimes, all Bernadetta felt like was being that scared little girl - sometimes, Bernadetta wished that she could just lock herself in, and hide. Hide until everything was over. But she couldnāt do that.)
She fired off another arrow with the ballista, stifling a cry when she realized she missed. She began aiming another arrow, when suddenly she noticed that the soldiers that had been heading towards her position were suddenly running away. Not only that, but she could hear a crackling noise from beneath her feet.Ā
She gulped and looked around, shrieking in fear when she realized what was happening.Ā
The wooden hill she had been firing away from was now on fire. With her still on it.
She began frantically looking for a way to escape, some way to get out of the flames.Ā
Nothing.
She had nothing.Ā
She was stuck here, she was going to dieĀ here, surrounded by fire and choking on smoke as she burned.
Bernadetta whimpered, feeling tears appear in her eyes as she backed towards the center of the hill, watching as the flames slowly crawled their way towards her. Her body wouldnāt stop shaking, her arms slowly coming to wrap around herself.Ā
Please, someone, anyone, save me...!Ā She prayed, she hoped, she wished, despite knowing no one was coming for her.Ā
After all, this wasnāt one of her stories. Her soon-to-be-forever-unfinished stories, though she tried to not think about that. There wouldnāt be a knight in shining armor coming to save her, no surprise hero - this was war, heroes like that didnāt exist. If they did, they definitely werenāt here.
All Bernadetta could do was squeeze her eyes shut, and brace herself for the fire as it got closer and closer and closer. Close her eyes and pray sheād die before she felt the flames burning her skin.
As she awaited her death, her mind wandered to Hubert. Hubert. The only reason she found herself following Edelgard - she and Hubert had been the only ones. Everyone else had defected.Ā
The only good thing to come out of this war, Bernadetta couldnāt help but think, was that she was able to get closer with Hubert. Enough that...maybe if circumstances had been better, they couldāve been in a relationship. Maybe they couldāve had something.
But no, this was war. And they werenāt able to have anything more than quiet moments together, and now Bernie was going to dieĀ and she was going to dieĀ a horrible painful death without even being able to say goodbye to Hubert-
Suddenly, arms wrapped around her, and she felt something shift.Ā
She couldnāt stop the yelp that escaped her mouth, and her eyes shot open. She found herself staring at the burning hill - a burning hill that was missing one Bernie.Ā
The arms that had grabbed her let go, and she turned around to find Hubert staring at her - a little more singed than she last saw him, but alive - and the one that saved her.Ā
āBernadetta,ā Hubert began,Ā āare you-?ā
Bernadetta wasnāt even able to let Hubert finish his question. She felt the tears that had been building her eyes start to overflow as she hugged him tightly.Ā
āTh-Thank you-! You - You saved me-!ā Bernadetta managed to say through her tears, and she cried into Hubertās chest.
After a moment, she felt Hubertās arms wrap around her, hugging her back.
ā...You need to go. Stay low.ā Hubertās voice was quiet as he spoke, practically talking into Bernadettaās hair.Ā āThe enemy believes you to be dead - hopefully you will be able to live the peaceful life you truly deserve once this war is over.ā
Before Bernadetta could say another word, Hubert warped away, leaving her with just the lingering warmth of his hug.Ā
(As Hubert lay dying on the streets of Enbarr, a young woman with purple hair snuck around, checking to make sure no one else was around before darting out from her hiding spot to go grab him and bring him to a safe area.Ā
When Hubert awoke, it was to Bernadetta asleep at his bedside, bandages wrapped tightly around him and several empty concoctions nearby. Despite everything, he couldnāt help the soft smile on his face at seeing that she did manage to stay safe.Ā
And when Bernadetta awoke herself, relieved to the point of tears at seeing him awake, Hubert canāt help but think.
Maybe living beyond the war wasnāt as bad as he had originally believed, if Bernadetta was to be at his side.)
Hubernie have a similar vibe to the Addamses (goth weirdos who adore each other) except Bernie is more shy and retiring than Morticia and Hubert is more sinister than Gomez.
Anon you are RIGHT and you should SAY IT
God though, I actually love this thought? Even if theyāre goth weirdos, theyāre goth weirdos that adore one another with their entire beings, and that makes me VERY soft.
jLKSDJFKJS WAIT THOUGHT - IMAGINE SOME POET WITNESSING BERNADETTAāS AND HUBERTāS LOVE FOR ONE ANOTHER, AND TRANSFORMING THAT INTO THAT WORLDāS MORTICIA AND GOMEZ
Hubert would be BEYOND embarrassed...Bernadetta wouldāve fainted as soon as she realized what happened JFLKDJSDKF
(But deep down, they canāt deny that theyāre both pleased to know that their love is obvious for the world to see, a reaffirmation to one another that they love each other to the ends of the earth and beyond even that.)
Bernie/Hubert headcanon: Whilst Bernie is still a bit of a wallflower, she gets over her fear of Hubert and marries him. And she winds up being the only person who csn get Hubert to go to sleep and eat properly rather than surviving on scheming and coffee. It's actually mildly alarming to watch her boss him around like that.
adding to the current surge of hubernie content WITH THIS BECAUSE Y ESĀ P L E AS E
I liveĀ for the idea of Hubert caving to Bernadetta when sheās asking him to actually rest and take care of himself. Something about the fact that this is the only person heāll listen to, the only one heāll allow himself to relax around, just makes me feel soft.
Bernadetta probably doesnāt even realize that she holds this power over him honestly. The other Black Eagles would ask her to tell Hubert to take a break, and she wonders why they donāt tell him themselves but nevers really asks.
Hubert is fully aware of how weak he is for Bernadetta. He finds that he isnāt that bothered though; if heās to have one person that heād put above even Lady Edelgard, heād rather it be Bernadetta.
Hubert and Bernadetta are a ship and I will die for them.
They absolutely are a ship and they are absolutely adorable as a ship
I'd like to just - throw in the idea of Hubert teaching Bernadetta magic? Not dark magic, but more like basic reason spells. And at first, he simply treats it like he's trying to teach her self-defense, it becomes very quickly apparent that Hubert is just using it as an excuse to spend time with her.
(Side note, imagine them dancing at the ball? Hubert slowly leading Bernadetta in a waltz closer to the sidelines, since she was practically required to come. And even though normally Bernadetta would be freaking out, somehow she feels calm dancing in Hubert's arms :'>)
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This is based on a shitpost i saw that for some reason i took it in a more serious direction: when he found out about bernadetta's rough past (through dorothea perhaps), hubert personally ordered a much graver punishment to count varley (maybe similar to count aegir). because of this, bernie gained much more trust to the Tol Scary Manā¢. She made an extra effort to not run away from her housemate, and hubert is secretly touched by this
I dont think anyone ships this, however I will like to see some Hubert x Bernadeta headcannons.
Me, remembering all the Hubert/Bernadetta ship art I see when shoving stuff into the queue: ....anon I've got some good news for you
BUT SOME HCS FOR THESE TWO HUH? HMMMMM
Well first off I think we can all agree that Hubert personally kills Bernadetta's sperm donor himself. Just saying.
I do like to think Bernadetta ends up teaching Hubert a bit of embroidery and such. Enough that, on her birthday, he ends up gifting her a notebook that he had managed to embroider a cover for (he did pick his fingers quite a bit in the process, but the look of joy on her face is something Hubert would treasure to the end of his days).
Speaking of notebooks, imagine Bernie ends up letting Hubie read some of the stories she wrote! And Hubert ended up becoming one of Bernadetta's biggest fans, enough to compete with Sylvain for title of number one fan XD (which of course flusters Bernie to the nth degree)
can we get some hubert fluff??? pls?? this poor boi has been through enough!! imagine hubert getting into the habit of bringing all his new shirts to bernadetta so she can embroider them!! he doesn't mind the pops of color as much as he used to, and he loves having things that she made so close to his heart!! it's like wearing a hug!!
Anon you are ABSOLUTELY RIGHT this poor boi has been through so much since this blog was created - we need some more fluff!!
And can I just say I absolutely adore this headcanon??? Hubert letting Bernadetta embroider all of his clothing because somehow that just makes it much more comfortable for him to wear? My heart imdbdherr