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@remyfire asked: 12.) Black Eagles ot4 GIVE IT GIVE IT GIVE IT

WIP Game!!

YOU HELPED ME WRITE IT SMH BAJDKHADKJL

You help me write many things though so thank you for being my consistent sounding board and cheerleader. I know this block has been a real struggle since early 2021 and I'm so grateful every day to have you as a best friend <3 <3 <3

SAPPY SHIT OUT OF THE WAY, HAVE THEA FLUSTERING HER BOY HUBIE and me practicing writing a sultry character-

“Goooooood morning~!”

“It’s three in the afternoon, Dorothea,” is the reply she receives, Hubert’s deadpan voice slightly muffled due to the cheek resting on his fist.

That little fact doesn’t deter the actress in the slightest. As if to spite her partner’s logic, she saunters over to the little dining room table where he works. Her silken robe slips further down her shoulders, revealing her crimson baby doll and copious amounts of skin. She hums, draping her arms languidly around Hubert’s shoulders and is gifted with the warm, flushed expanse of his throat, open and vulnerable to her searching mouth. “Good morning, Hubie,” she counters, more firmly and no less teasingly.

His noise of acquiescence is enough for Dorothea to chalk this up to a victory.

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dorobert

These two are defined by the word 'devotion'. Hubert is devoted to his chosen path. Dorothea has a heart that's so full of love and so ready to devote everything to.

And yet, the tragedy that there's some things that will always separate them from being truly fully devoted to each other?

-chef's kiss-

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Can you imagine dorothea and hubert bonding by teaming up to mess with ferdinand w/ their magic since they both initially hate him?? I bet the chaos they'll create would be pretty hilarious, and maybe they even got detention from sensei for it :D

First of all, RIP FERDIE POOR MAN IS GONNA BE PRANKED ENDLESSLY

Second of all, honestly I'm all for this??? Even if they're bonding over a shared dislike of Ferdinand, they're bonding? Though after they start bonding over that, imagine they start bonding over other stuff too!

and no this isn't an excuse for me to imagine dorothea finding out how shit hubert's father was and being ready to Throw Hands

imagine, i m a g i n e, Hubert actually enjoying the operas Dorothea would perform in? Of course he'd have watched them either a) with Edelgard or b) in disguise because there's no way he'd allow himself to be seen alone in the opera house (mostly bc his father would punish him if he found out Hubert was sneaking out to watch the opera and leaving Edelgard by herself despite Edelgard encouraging it)

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1 and 12! 👀💕

WIP Game!!

So "Have you ever kissed a boy, Peggy?" is my very first contribution to Remy's STAE verse! It's Beej/Peg flashbacks to worldbuild and set up a lot of stuff that Beej and Peg, the codependent traumatized high school sweethearts, keep under lock and key or just don't elaborate on.

There needs to be some serious edits because since starting it, Remy and I have done a lot of planning re: Beej and Peg growing up in the Depression and Peg's family migrating from Oklahoma to California during the dust bowl. But for everyone's sapphic Peg needs, please enjoy a snippet of her about to engage in the classic trope "Best friends practice kissing and uh oh, one of us realizes we're queer"

“I guess I’ve just been…in shock? I didn’t really expect to get asked out.”

“Now that’s just silly,” Peggy retorts, looking away only to tap her fingertips against the nails of her other hand. No smudging. “You’re the prettiest girl I know!” An exaggeration, but only slightly. There were girls who puberty had hit harder and faster than Peggy or Mary Ellen - girls with the figures of movie stars and the smiles straight from toothpaste commercials. But Peg maintained her best friend was beautiful. Hazel eyes that sparkled green and gold in the summer, with the slightest smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks.

She knew Eddie Carlisle. Peggy sat two rows in front and one seat over from him in her history class. He wasn’t bad looking, by any stretch of the imagination. He had a crooked, boyish smile and messy brown curls that he constantly had to sweep from his eyes. But there were days when the only way she could differentiate some of the boys at her school were by height or hair color alone. Eddie was a perfectly fine boy in a school full of perfectly fine boys.

“He’s just lucky you said yes,” Peggy retorts after a pause, giggling when Mary Ellen launches a tube of lipstick at her.

As for the black eagles ot4, I'm unsure how familiar with Fire Emblem Three Houses you are but Protag/Girl Who Wants To Kill Jesus/Her Right Hand Man/Token Bisexual Actress is my default quad. And I was just feeling my wheatiess with them one day and scribbled out a little modern au for them! Something something intimacy through existing around each other in fluid harmony

Please have local rat man prosecutor annoyed that his opera singer girlfriend and his bodyguard girlfriend wake up in the middle of the afternoon. (tw bruises mention)

The sizzle of battered bread frying acts as an alarm for Byleth, as the sounds of cooking often do. The way to that woman’s heart was most assuredly through her stomach. Unlike Dorothea, Byleth cared little for the luxuries of more feminine sleep clothing. She emerges from her room, rubbing at cobalt eyes with the heel of her palm. Her sports bra and a pair of boxers - whether her own or an old pair of Hubert’s, no one remembers - show off fresh bruises that cause the attorney to narrow his eyes. An eventful night at the Golden Deer, it would seem. 

He opens his mouth to inquire about the blemishes but Byleth cuts him off with a sharp, prolonged yawn. “Morning, Hue. Morning Thea,” she greets, the sleep still clinging to her voice.

“Do neither of you wear a watch?” Hubert remarks instead. Byleth muffles another yawn with her hand but her eyes sparkle with mirth.

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Someone stop me from making a huleth amv to a song on their playlist, purely bc I keep picturing Post Zaharahs cut scene By set to "you'll never take us alive"

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*me realizing What You Know perfectly fits the weird Dorothea/Hubert vibe I love*

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cypsiman2 replied to your post “You ever just, choose to get invested in a crack ship despite all your...”

Yes, now what's the crack ship?

So I mentioned I got the Dorothea/Hubert paired ending in Three Houses and was very confused on how it could happen, so I wrote some angsty “I can’t have the person I love so I’ll make do with you” fic and was ready to forget

but then I had to read this really nice fic that showed it as a part of a quartet including Edelgard and Byleth, so now I am in love with this idea of the two of them being these very different people helping support Edelgard in very different ways, yet they share these similar ideals that make it easier to be their true selves with each other, like for all their flaws they bring out the better parts of themselves