our little family

[leona kingscholar x reader]

anon asked: Hi, could I ask for an imagine for Leona. The MC has met Cheka, so I think it would be cute to see the three of them just hanging out together (maybe babysitting Cheka) and just looking like a family. Thanks:) Love your work btw

AAAAWH THANK YOUUU ANON IM SO TOUCHED ;-; also im so glad you requested this cuz this prompt is so cute omg lemme just cry over cheka and leona. I FELL IN LOVE W/ CHEKA THE MOMENT I SAW HIM, HE’S JUST A PRECIOUS BBY, PROTECC 25/8. leona is def hubby material too -3-

“LEONA-ojitan!” you and your boyfriend turned your head to see a small figure running to the both of you. cheka, your boyfriend’s beloved nephew, threw himself onto leona and squeezed him in a bone crushing hug (but let’s be real here, how painful can cheka’s bone crushing hug be?). “che-cheka…what are you doing here?!” he tried to peel of cheka’s hand around his left hand but cheka just hugged even tighter. “okaa-tan said i can spend the whole day with you today!” leona groaned in annoyance while you just chuckled. you brought your right hand and started ruffling his hair. “nice to see you again, cheka!” he shot his head up from burying it leona’s chest to show you a huge, teethy grin. “(y/n)-obatan!” this time he clung to you and hugged you. you hugged him back of course, he was just a precious little bean after all. “aaa you’re so cute!” you squealed as you showered him with lots of love (such as pinching his cheeks, ruffling his hair, and other cute gestures). 

“oi, oi, oi, okay.” leona grabbed cheka and pulled him away from you. probably jealous cheka was getting all the attention instead of him. “fine then, what do you want to do?” cheka pouted and put his hand on his chin to think for a while then he burst into a huge grin. “i want to meet ojitan and obatan’s friends!” he clung onto you and you swear you felt like melting right then and there. “damn…babysitting’s a pain.” leona whispered to you. “oh come on, leona. just try and make the most out of it.” you swooped up cheka in your arms. “ne cheka, what about going over to our friend’s cafe, hmm?” leona facepalmed. “no, no, no. (y/n) there will be no mostro lounge today.” he sighed. “awh why not? the place is fun, lively, decorative…besides cheka would love to meet azul!” you beamed. “that’s the one person i don’t want cheka to meet.” you giggled and ruffled leona’s hair. “i’m sure he’ll be fine. besides we’re here anyways. everything’ll be okay, sweetie.” you whispered the last part to him and starting strutting towards the exit of the savanaclaw dorm. leona flinched before sighing once more and following his beloved s/o and nephew. 

you two entered the cafe adorned with hues of blue and purple to be greeted by one of the leech twins. “oya oya. since when did you two have a mini kingscholar?” leona growled and smacked the back of jade’s head. you hid how flustered you were with an awkward chuckle. “jade, this is cheka, leona’s nephew.” jade mouthed an ‘oh’ as he rubbed the spot where leona smacked him. “nice to meet you!” he beamed which apparently hit jade’s soft spot. “he’s adorable!” you placed cheka on the ground and the two apparently interacted really well. you and leona turned your head to face a laughing figure over by the barstools. “you both are sure that’s kingscholar’s nephew and not your son?” you covered your face with your hands. “no azul! there’s no way i mean, we didn’t even-”

“alright, alright spare me the details. don’t wanna hear anything about your disgusting love life.” he shrugged. leona’s fist was clenched and you knew he was just holding back a punch, that’s when you thought it was best to place your hand over his clenched fist to calm him down. “why out of all places did you bring that little runt here? you could’ve brought him to a tea party in heartslabyul, or a magic carpet ride in scarabia. now there’s another thing for me to worry about.” azul spoke while wiping the bar. “ask (y/n), it was her idea.” you sighed. “i…i don’t know! i just thought cheka would like it here. besides isn’t this just business for you, azul? you get more profit from leona, me, and cheka.” he chuckled. “of course everything is business for me dear.” leona just grabbed you and dragged you to a table. he was not in the mood to deal with azul, but really, when is he ever? you two just turned your head away from cheka for a short while but then when you both turned back to see him, jade, floyd, and surprisingly even cater interacting with him. “what the heck, when did cater get here?” 

“LEONA! (Y/N)! YOUR KID IS TOTES ADORABLE!” your mouth hung agape. cater did not just yell that in a public cafe out loud. “thats not-! he’s not-!” you were to flustered to even form a sentence. then more and more students started gathering around him, and even students who weren’t there before came to the cafe. “see how cheka is promoting your cafe, ashengrotto?” leona snarked. “hmm. alright maybe the runt is useful after all.” that afternoon was just filled with cheka meeting all of the students who came, surprisingly even kalim and jamil came. he was extremely overjoyed to meet both of your friends. what shocked you both even more were how nice the other students were to him, and how different they were when interacting with cheka. when it was getting late leona scooped cheka into his arms, and you announced “alright guys! that’s enough cheka for the day! it’s getting late and we wouldn’t want him to be too tired.” you waved to all of the students and kalim chuckled. “ne jamil, leona and (y/n) make great parents right?” 

“did you have fun today?” he clung onto leona tight but was visibly half asleep. “mn! ojitan and obatan’s friends are fun!” leona hesitantly patted the top of his head. “alright, alright. now go ahead and sleep before your mom comes, or else she’s going to kill me.” cheka rested his head on leona’s shoulder and fell asleep in 5 seconds. “don’t you dare drool on me you little pipsqueak.” that statement made you giggle as you both headed back to the savanaclaw dorm. you three made it back to leona’s room and he laid cheka down in the middle of his bed. he sat on the left side and you sat on the right side of the bed. “ne, leona.” his ear twitched and faced you. “maybe we do make good parents.” you joked. his eyes widened and then smirked. “what are you suggesting…hmm?”

you paused for a moment before your face turned into a dark shade of red. “N-NOTHING! I MEAN-we’re just good babysitters. yeah, we should do this more often.” you really ought to be careful with your words next time. leona chuckled and placed his hand on top of your head. “alright, alright.”

“but hey. maybe you are right…maybe we would make good parents…”

and with that simple sentence, you collapsed from embarrassment. 

i love cheka. end of story. i love leona too -3- ehehe

- a♕

Hubert x Byleth commission

He heard the whispers throughout the castle as the days had gone on. He hadn’t thought much of it, because he hadn’t bothered to listen to their words.

Then, one fateful afternoon, he happened to be passing by a group of nobility in the corridor. A single word captured his attention.

“Byleth.” 

Hubert’s steps had slowed to a stop. He had only just proposed to a certain woman by that name a few days prior. No one had been told of this, no one knew of his deep connection to the mysterious woman (whom he loved with all his heart). So he was mildly curious as to what the nobility could possibly be discussing about her.

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Asteria, the Celestial Goddess. 

Daughter of Skywynne the God of Hours and Omnitraxus Prime

Human Form

Powers and “Halo.”

True Form

Stay (or, I made myself cry over an OC)

@paraminia this hurt me deeply

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"Stay with me, a little longer."

Fléur at first thought she must be dreaming. Maybe there was something in the incense that the priests had lit throughout the cathedral. If not the words themselves, the tone certainly seemed to suggest that she was in a state of muddled reality.

Hubert von Vestra did not request company. He did not get lonely. Nor did the young Marquis ever dare to sound so forlorn when he stated constantly that he would never show such weakness. Yet there he sat on a pew, head hung low, looking like he could be praying or crying- Fléur knew he refused to do either. But there was an undeniable pleading in the tension gripping his shoulders, in the way he clenched his jaw.

Fléur sits beside him, and she stays.

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"Stay with me, a little longer."

This time Fléur expects it. Over the last few months it was a common request for him to make of her. Fléur had no reason to refuse him, even less so when she caught a glimpse of the times his eyes would soften as he watched her. 

They hadn't a name for this odd sort of dance, not quite a courtship, not quite an affair, but Hubert did not seem bothered by the risk of a scandal. He acted the part of a suitor, but silently, secretive, slipping her gifts and stealing moments when they came across each other in empty halls. He would extend his hand toward her and speak his usual phrase as always.

Fléur takes his hand, and she stays.

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"Stay with me, a little longer."

Muffled now, slurred and lazy with sleep. His arm shifted over her waist, rubbing circles on her bare hip with his thumb as he drew her in closer. His heartbeat is solid and real beneath his chest, but she tried to resist.

The sun had not yet risen, but she had woken early to make an attempt to return to her own room, her own bed. As she always did after their nights together, to keep from arousing suspicion and to protect what privacy they had left about the nature of their relationship. But she should have known, when he spoke that first word, that she would be unable to refuse this man anything.

Fléur cuddles into his warmth, and she stays.

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"Stay with me, a little longer."

Hubert's voice is choked, wet and raspy from the blood bubbling out of his mouth. She had his head carefully in her lap, trying to assess the damage of the arrow in his chest, trying to keep him breathing, keep him calm- keep herself calm.

She thought she might be crying, but she's too preoccupied to check. He'd survive, he would, Hubert had taken worse, and she knew it had missed anything vital. The healers were coming, the battle was over. The war is over. They had won. He doesn't look scared of death.

Fléur kisses his red-stained lips, and she stays.

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"Stay with me, a little longer."

He sounded more wobbly now, fainter, but no less like the Hubert she had met in her youth. She felt him take her hand and kiss it, dry lipped, right above her wedding ring. She smiles faintly in his direction, but she can't find her words.

They are old now, grey haired and long lived, with legacies that their children and grandchildren will carry on. She had never expected to get this far just by staying, loyally, unforgettably, at his side, but there is only so much staying she could do in her life.

Fléur sits on the other side, and she waits for him.

“Stay Still”

Hubert x Reader(Fem!Byleth); Smut

A low, shaky breath leaves your lungs as the scratching of a quill point on parchment grates on your ears. Your caged in between his long arms, one on either side, as he leans his head over your shoulder to reach for a piece of paper further up on his desk. That slight movement makes you shift in his lap, and you try your best not to let the squeak out between your teeth; but his sharp, olive-green eyes snap to your flushed face. He clears his throat and you know what he is hinting at; you are to remain silent and completely still until he is finished with his work. That was your order.

But it feels almost impossible to do, with his cock buried so deep inside of your cunt.

—

You had simply stepped into Hubert’s office to check on how he was doing. He seemed to have been locked in there for what felt like hours, and you missed your husband a great deal. Of course you understood the significance of his work; but surely even he deserved to rest, despite being the right hand to the reigning Emperor. Being his dutiful and loving wife, you said as much to him.

“Hubert, you need to rest. Why not join me and relax in bed for a bit?”

He sighed through his nose at you, his pale lips in a thin line, as if contemplating what to say in reply. You wanted to roll your eyes and drag him away from his desk and not bother to give him an option; he put far too much effort to the point of going without sleep at times. But you suddenly noticed the slightest hint of a smirk on his pale lips before it was gone just as quickly; he was up to something now. This ever sneakily devious man.

He crooked a gloved finger, motioning for you to come towards him, and as if in a trance that only he could place you under, you obeyed. “I understand your concern for my well-being, my dear,” he began, his deep voice carrying a suggestive air that you felt slowly crawl up your spine. “But as you can see, I have several reports and requests I must finish for her Majesty. It is not proper for me to leave them undone.” He placed his cheek on the palm of one gloved hand, while the other reached out to grab your own. His thumb slid gently across your knuckles, the small gesture making you shutter beside yourself. His pale eyes moved from the stack of parchment to your face, and the smirk slowly crept back into place. His voice seemed husky suddenly, as he spoke.

“Perhaps you could keep me…company.”

The inflection in his voice gave you pause, but you couldn’t question; he was pulling you into his lap with a quickness, making you gasp as his arms wrapped possessively around your waist. He pressed his lips to your neck, his breath hot on your skin. You felt the slight graze of teeth and pressed down on him, softly groaning as you could feel a hard presence forming underneath your bottom. One gloved hand slowly crept down your front, cupping your clothed cunt as his fingers drew small circles against you. The other crawled underneath your blouse, his fingers kneading the plumpness of your breast. You let your head rest on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut with a soft moan as his hand at your core pulled up your skirt, his gloved fingers finding your folds already damp through your underclothes.

“Mayhap I do need such a distraction,” he hissed by your ear before shifting you forward a bit on his thighs. He removed his gloves, tossing them onto the desk top, before you heard the unbuckling of his belt.

Your breath hitched when you felt the tip of his cock prodding your folds, his fingers simply shifting your underclothes to the side for access. You adjusted on his lap, spreading yourself more for him as you felt his cock slowly begin to enter you. His fingers took purchase tightly at your hips, pulling you down hard against him, filling you to the hilt. He gave a deep chuckle by your ear, slowly rocking you on his cock with his own hands. The smugness in the sound shot right through you, but you gave an airy chuckle of your own in return, a teasing glint in your eye as you locked them with his.

“Shouldn’t you be-be working while I-I keep you company?” you teased breathily, a soft gasp leaving you when his tip pressed in further; but he stilled suddenly, and you sank down on his cock, whimpering. He let out a sigh through his nose once more, his eyes narrowing at you.

Oh. You should have never teased him about his work.

Internally you cursed yourself, knowing full well you had just ruined the moment by making such a lame attempt at a tease; but instead of removing you from his lap, Hubert shifted the chair you both sat in forward, and picked up his paperwork and quill, dipping the tip of it into the ink well. “You are correct, (Y/N),” he suddenly spoke matter-of-factly, “than you shall stay right here until I am finished. Do not move, and do not speak. I have to concentrate.”

Your mouth slacked slightly as you stared at him. You were still filled with his cock, hard and throbbing, yet he could easily pick up his reports and go right back to it?

You shifted in his lap, attempting to climb off of him, but a firm hand brought you right back down, making you gasp. His eyes took on that menacing look.

“Stay. Still.”

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You were not sure how much time had passed by, but it felt like hours. Your hair clung to the back of your neck, and your hips ached from the fullness. He had finished several report documents and signed several request sheets already, but it seemed like the pile of paperwork was never going to end. You wanted to groan and whimper, roll your hips to get rid of the aching need for release; but he would not allow you to. Any attempt you made was halted with a glare and bruising hand at your hip, making you internally whine.

How could he possibly look so calm and collected while still being so hard inside of you? Was he genuinely enjoying tormenting you as such?

Of course he was; this was Hubert von Vestra after all.

You absentmindedly gave a huff, and instantly felt his searing eyes on you. But instead of a punishing grip, he ran his fingers along your shoulder and the back of your neck, brushing the hair away to expose your hot skin. The touch was tender compared the previous ones he had given you, and you felt the tension ebbing out of your muscles, only to have the needing ache surge up in it’s place. You shuddered visibly, every nerve on end from the position you had been in for so long. He laughed softly, shifting a bit to pull your back flush against his chest.

“Feeling neglected, beloved?” he sneered. You wanted to whimper and cry ‘Yes’, beg him to let you move on his cock; but you knew his game. He wanted to get a rise out of you and make you beg for him. He was a glutton for punishment, but only when you were on the receiving end of it.

“Not at all.” Your voice wavered, but you kept your back rigid and tried to keep your frame holding the defiance your words lacked. You felt his chuckle reverberate against your back, and his teeth threatened the upper shell of your ear. “Liar. You know that voice of yours always gives you away.”

Dammit…

He placed the papers he held in his hand down, and ran his fingers along your tense stomach and down to your swollen clit. He barely tapped it with his fingertip and you couldn’t help but squirm. Your teeth worried your lower lip as his fingers ran along your folds, touching everywhere except where you desperately needed them to.

“Hubert, please-” you keened, and he laughed once more.

“I’ve tortured you enough, it seems,” he whispered by your ear. “Forgive me, beloved, but just having myself enveloped in your warmth is such a wonderful sensation. Besides, I was able to get quite a bit done with you keeping me company. You were the one who mentioned I should keep working, after all.”

Had you not felt so needy, so wanting, you would have scoffed and glared at him; walked right out of the room and leave him being the one wanting. But it rarely worked out that way.

“I was teasing, Hubie,” you whined, using that glorious nickname that he both hated and adored at the same time. It always seemed to send a jolt up his spine when you said it with such need. He chuckled darkly, pressing his lips to your cheek in a chaste kiss, before letting his fingertips brush your swollen clit.

“I know you were, my dearest. But you know how seriously I take my position.”

His fingers drew slow, languid circles on the nub, and he felt your walls flutter and tighten on his cock. Your brain seemed to fog over as you finally received the stimulation you were desperate for, falling into a somewhat babbling mess for him. “I know, Hubie, I know! I’m sorry! Just pl-please…”

“Please, what, (Y/N)? Use your words.”

“Make me cum, please-!”

He smirked against your cheek, a satisfied and dominating air settling over him, being slightly arrogant with himself at being able to make you fall apart so easily for him. He kissed under your ear, picking up the pace of his fingers on your clit.

“As you wish, milady.”

His free hand gripped your waist, making your hips rock against his, feeling every ridge of his cock shift inside you. His tip was snug against your cervix, making you see stars as it pressed into the gummy flesh over and over. You panted between each whimper and moan, leaning forward onto his desk slightly as you felt every nerve in your body catch fire from his ministrations. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the edge of his desk, his name tumbling from your lips over and over as you came hard on his cock, squeezing and milking him until he shortly followed, gripping you to his chest as he felt himself spasm inside you.

Your lower belly filled with immense warmth and you whimpered, going lax in his arms. He kept you cuddled in his arms, his breath coming in little pants by your ear until he finally could calm himself fully. When he released you and let you off his lap, you stumbled like a new born fawn, falling to your knees just a few steps away from him. He inwardly winced, and stood to pick you up bridle style, deciding to carry you to your shared bedroom where he could draw a nice bath for the both of you.

“Forgive my roughness with you,” he apologized softly; but you gave a small giggle, snuggling the top of your head under his chin.

“You know I don’t mind it, Hubie,” you cooed, and you felt him shutter slightly; he carried you to the bedroom with much more swiftness after that.

Nothing could shake up the Count von Vestra these days after the war...

Nothing, that is, besides the unexpected two-for-one deal he & his wife struck up in the kids department, of course.

I’ve been trying to work out the names for Hubert and Byleth’s children, and I think I’ve finally managed to settle on some that I like and imagine they would use.

The family is one which is really close, with a lot of love within it. 

I’ve been seeing a few comments (both here and on other sites like AO3) suggesting that the Hubert/Byleth ship needs a little bit of help in sailing since it seems to be somewhat of a rare!pair. And I absolutely agree! 

I made a headcanon post a few days ago for ideas that ran through my head whilst working on Changing Seasons, but I’ve decided to take some of the Hubert & Byleth headcanons I had out and make their own post for it instead. I’ve added a few other points as well that are specifically ship related. (:

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