This is my fic for day one of Hubernie Halloweeked! In which Bernadetta finds herself confronted with an imposter who has stolen Hubert’s face. Rated M for canon-typical violence and Agarthan style body horror.
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There's a letter on the mailbox—Could it be...? 💌
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“Her Majesty needs—“
Bernadetta presses a finger to his lips with a pout. “What if Bernie needs you right now? I think Lady Edelgard will understand.”
“Yes, I suppose she will,” Hubert says as she slides into his lap.
“Her Majesty needs—“
Bernadetta presses a finger to his lips with a pout. “What if Bernie needs you right now? I think Lady Edelgard will understand.”
“Yes, I suppose she will,” Hubert says as she slides into his lap.
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