12 Nov 2019
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漆黑 by 坑唧 (sxl_0612)
Fandoms: Fate/Prototype: Fragments of Sky Silver, Fate/Grand Order, Fate/stay night & Related Fandoms
15 Oct 2019
14 Oct 2019
Feelings plant the seed
Their yearning makes it bud
In the body, the flowers feed
Upon their breathe and blood
Roots ensnare the soul
Absorbing love and trust
Until the blossom's final toll
When all is ash and dust
26 Sep 2019
Governor von Aegir attends the performance of his newly commissioned opera celebrating Adrestian-Faerghan unity . . . and it’s a disaster. Fortunately, his personal secretary and ?companion? Hubert has some ideas to salvage the evening. Though they should probably figure out those question marks while they’re at it.
(Featuring illustrations from @QSchadenfreude and @SpiceHya!)
- Part 2 of The Fódlan Reconstruction
30 Sep 2019
“Emperor Edelgard and I have already crafted the rumor, and how we wish to spread that information. All you need to do is exactly what I tell you. Nothing more.”
“Hubert, you’re being strangely evasive. What is my role in all of this?”
The topic could not be danced around for any longer, so Hubert bluntly delivered his proposal.
“The only information that would be valuable enough to be used against us, without damaging the reputation of the Emperor or her empire, is information regarding one of us. Or in this scenario, both of us. My plan is to distract the enemy with a falsified secret affair. I would be one of the conspirators in question, and you would be my… private partner.”
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Ferdinand and Hubert pretend to be secretly dating each other, in order to distract a dangerous group of rebellion spies hiding in Enbarr. But they’re both professionals. So there’s no chance of them catching real feelings for each other… right?
04 Oct 2019
Hubert and Ferdinand are finally courting, but Ferdinand wants to know just who Hubert really is—the man he is in the shadows.
For Kinktober 2019, Day 3: Knifeplay. Inspired by artwork by @SpiceHya.
05 Oct 2019
The first time it happens, he’s alone.
One second he is writing some reports and the next he can’t breathe, lungs refusing to cooperate with his mouth, and the quill in his hand snaps at the suddenness of it, ink spilling all over his desk.
And just as quickly as it came, it passes.
Ferdinand is left staring down at a ruined report, heaving in great gulps of air.
- Part 5 of The Ferdibert Collection