#lorenz is so stupid i love him so much.

[zevzevarainai]

Partner Specials - Claude and Lorenz (A Rank)

#claurenz #feedit #few3h spoilers #few3hedit #claude von riegan #lorenz hellman gloucester #lorenz gloucester #claude fe #golden wildfire #fire emblem warriors three hopes #claude x lorenz #lorenz x claude #my edit #my gifs #mine #gif warning /// #few3hps #homeboy really has the audacity to yell I TRUST YOU!!!!!!! before killing people and then be like #our bond? sure jan #lorenz is so stupid i love him so much. #Lorenz Hellman Glouster

[fireemblems24]

Golden Wildfire Ch 12

My thoughts below. So, about Claude . . .

MAIN STORY

Please just tell me I don't have to kill Felix, Ingrid, Sylvain, Rodrigue, Annette, Gustave, Mercedes, Dedue, or Dimitri :(

Oh, Arval. Forgot about all of that lamo.

Are we circling back to TWSITD and the origins of Shez's powers? It really hasn't played any role in GW so far. In AG, Shez brings it up all the time (with Dimitri always saying it doesn't matter) and in SB the whole "we only promoted you bc we don't trust your power, sorry now we do" thing.

Nadar . . . doesn't want us to call off the attack. He's really a bloodthirsty jerk, isn't he?

Is Claude JUST now figuring out that taking out the Kingdom is a bad idea for the Alliance?

At least Claude's not stupid enough to not realize Edelgard won't take over the Alliance next. Begs the question then, why?

That's what I mean. This is all potentially interesting, I just think Claude's plans are all really stupid.

So, Claude sided with the Empire because he hates the church that much and actually believes all that shit? Or does he really think Edelgard will stop her war when Rhea's dead? (because she definitely does not in Houses when Rhea's captured in her prisons)

I DO like this for Dimitri though. I'm REALLY curious to see what he does. Is it too much to hope that he'll dump the church to rescue his people from war?

IDK, I just love the idea of a Dimitri willing to sacrifice anything - even his sense of right and wrong (since leaving Rhea to die when all she's done is help him IS wrong) to spare his people pain.

But I'm predicting he'll be too stubborn or not trust Claude or Sylvain furious at his father's death will ruin it

But it's also really cool to see Dimitri kinda backed into a corner with no "good" way out.

I can forgive Hopes giving Edelgard a boring af plot, writing Claude like a moron, and making me kill Blue Lions members, but if they miswrite Dimitri here (or Sylvain, kinda worried about that too tbh), I'm really going to be pissed

Also, like if Claude's plan is really just to gank Rhea to stop Edelgard's rampage, that means he really did all this twisting around just to try and stop one woman's murder rampage - why not just, like, take her out? If this is all really about the least death possible, isn't assassinating Edelgard the fastest way to keep more people from dying?

God, please, please, please have Dimitri dump Rhea to spare his people (I'd feel awful for Rhea, but I really, really hope Dimitri proves to be someone who would spare his people any pain, even at the expense of himself - when he's sane at least lamo).

On the flip side, I'm dying to play GW. It's plot may not make any sense and my opinion of Claude has tanked, but you can't say it's not entertaining.

LORENZ & LEONIE B SUPPORT

Kinda sad they only go to B. They were cute together in Houses. Seems some of the ships got turned up to 11 and others got dialed down.

Lorenz is contemplating his existence in a world where commoners don't rely on the nobility.

He's struggling to see from the commoner's POV, so he wants a commoner to serve as an advisor. Honestly, Lorenz, pretty good call.

The way Lorenz talks about Leonie and her choices, it makes it sound like history was trending towards commoners and nobles not being so rigid without Edelgard doing anything.

Leonie turns down Lorenz's offer because she wants to be a mercenary.

LORENZ & MARIANNE A SUPPORT

Lorenz wakes up after getting injured. Marianne thinks it's her fault, which I saw coming.

Lorenz thought he imagined Marianne asking for help, but she actually did.

Marianne realizes she wanted to live, hence why she called for help. So she's feeling guilty that the end result is Lorenz got hurt.

Lorenz is encouraging and is happy Marianne opened up to him.

Honestly, a better support for him than a lot of the Hopes ones.

CAMP/SIDE MAPS

Balthus is . . . really hung up on the idea of wrestling Dimitri, isn't he?

So some NPC talked about how the Kingdom is getting attacked on all fronts. I can't be the only one who finds it amusing that Dimitri with his smaller army and surrounded by enemies is doing a better job than Edelgard with her massive one lol.

When Hapi proves way smarter than Claude, knowing how massively stupid Claude's plan of "let's kill everyone they love and then force whoever is left over to listen to us! I'm sure they'll be thrilled." Hapi's like, eh, not sure this will work.

Man, Ashe is just miserable when you recruit him. I do find it kind of heartwarming in a weird way how miserable all the recruitable Lions end up being (even in Houses, moreso than the other houses at least). Ashe and Felix taking the cake, but Mercedes was regretting her life choices the last SB chapter too.

Aww, Yuri is worried about Ashe and finds Claude cruel for forcing him to fight against the Kingdom.

Holy shit, Shez really spitting facts to Claude's face, telling him his plan is a giant disaster (Dimitri won't fall for intimidation tactics, and Edelgard won't stop attacking people even after she runs out of excuses.) As insufferable as all of the Golden Deer are in this game, at least we've got stuff like this pointing out how cruel and stupid they're being.

Lamo, take only one unit into the map, as if that's a challenge. I literally only use Lorenz. This'll be easy in AG too bc Dimitri's such a beast. Dreading it in SB though.

Annette is still alive here at least :( And Rodrigue. And Gustave. (we're with the Blue Lions discussing Claude being ... GW!Claude)

Sylvain thinks Claude's an idiot lol. Dimitri and Sylvain are sussing him out.

I love how Dimitri is the only character who's goal is to avoid bloodshed among the lords. The other two are, uh, yeah.

Oh.... is Dimitri actually going to run over the church? Like I wanted? When Dimitri's the best character in GW lol.

Dimitri looking out for Sylvain, knowing how angry he is with Claude.

I had to fight Ingrid :(

SHEZ & LYSITHEA A SUPPORT

Lysithea catches Shez assuring a younger girl that she doesn't seem like a child, but an adult.

Predictably, Lysithea gets angry, because it's Lysithea, but to be fair, she's upset because Shez said the same thing and thinks Shez is being insencere.

Shez admits that it's not cool, what she did, but she's bad at advice and keeps using the same lines she's learned from stories lamo. I love Shez.

Honestly, Lysithea is kinda right to get mad here, at least I get it unlike some of the times with her.

Lamo, Shez can borrow another line from a story. I'm gonna piss her off bc I can lol.

Lysithea buys it. I wonder if it's the same line lol.

SHEZ & SHAMIR C

Having mercenary talk. I had Shez choose to ask for help. Shamir offered once she's free.

Shez comments how mature Shamir is. Shamir comments how relaxed Shez is (but it's a positive thing, not like a judgment).

They bond over having lost trusted allies, including the ones at the beginning for Shez.

Kinda boring, but honestly these two are almost too well matched, like not enough tension and just too normal lol

LYSITHEA & HILDA A

Hilda wants to gossip, but Lysithea only goes on about how awesome Holst is, so she's not interested.

She thinks he should be more careful as head of household, but Lysithea points out that he has no choice.

Hilda is worried who Holst is married. There's an ick here where Lysithea thinks that's because he's too focused on Hilda.

Hilda just talks about who Lysithea might marry, which, yeah...

Hilda offers to help Lystheia out, and some, um, implications that she'll be Lysthesia's new family - she says big sister, but there's def some ship teasing

They made Hilda really flirt with all the girls this time lol

CLAUDE & HAPI B

Hapi finds Claude easier to talk to than Edelgard and Dimitri.

Props to Hapi for telling Claude not to unload his trauma on her.

Hapi's like if you're bitching, why not just quit? Lamo.

Hapi says she'll support him.

MARIANNE & BERNADETTA A

Honestly don't remember if I've seen this in SB already or not.

Bernie likes Marianne's painting, but not her own. This is true vice versa, because of course it is.

Marianne compliments Bernie's horsemanship.

Two shy girls compliment each other, then get shy.

Then Bernie asks what Marianne wants to do after the war and Marianne becomes a Disney princess, wanting to sit in the woods with animals. Bernie wants to finish a story. Honestly, both girls picked amazing options I too want.

Bernie's story is about Marianne lamo. But Marianne isn't mad, she just wants to read it.

I really find their friendship cute, ngl.

Also, Bernie supports Dimitri, so there's no way she's NOT writing fanfic about his life because it's a never drying well there.

LORENZ & RAPHAEL C

Lorenz asks Raphael why he didn't just stay at his family's inn instead and joined the war instead

Raphael wants to keep his family safe, and thinks that following Claude will bring peace to the world (lamo) so that's why

Lorenz is more grounded, saying that all he's doing is exposing his family to the dangers of war

Which, Lorenz isn't wrong, but he also starts prattles more about nobility need to do everything and commoners nothing

But like, does Lorenz really think you can make an army out of nobles only, because, like, that just doesn't happen

Raphael is touched lamo, thinking Lorenz is concerned

Raphael just challenges him to a muscles competition

It is amusing to see Lorenz try to give his spiel and Raphael just keeps doing his own thing

Like ALL of Lorenz's supports in this game is this though, he's more repetitive than Bernedetta at this point

LORENZ & CONSTANCE A

Lorenz is bragging about himself, Constance is in the sun so she's . . . not

You know, I was thinking just how insufferable Lorenz would be in my playthrough because he's like 10 levels ahead of everyone, a god on the battlefield, always MVP - he like trounces everyone so he's be bragging and he'd be right - I wish Claude had to deal with this, watching Lorenz win the war for him and have to put up with Lorenz being Lorenz over it

They overdid it a bit with her sunshine personality - like Dimitri and Marianne are very realistic about a lack of self-worth, but Constance just comes across like a joke (and maybe that's all she's supposed to be)

Poor Lorenz is just confused and wants the normal Constance

I do have a soft spot for when male characters are desperate for the snotty side of a female character to come back (like, really just talking about Rutger and Clarine)

This is going on for too long though without any change

LYSITHEA & LEONIE B

Lysithea mistook a mercenary Leonie talked to for a bandit

But he's just someone who loot dead bodies on battlefields

I always found that kind of distasteful

Lysithea feels torn because she wants to learn about commoners more, but doesn't seem comfortable talking to people who steal coins off dead people, which same

Lysithea of course wants to know about commoner sweets

And Leonie talks about how they can't afford noble treats and likes commoner snacks (hopefully different from Chole's folk food lamo)

SHEZ & YURI C

Shez is snooping on Yuri's letter. I love that Shez is a snoop.

Yuri's pissed though, lamo. He threatens Shez's life though. That's a bit . . . much.

I'm going to pretend I didn't read it lol.

OMG YURI HAS A MOM. SOMEONE IN THIS GAME HAS A MOM.

She's ill so he was visiting her.

He's a bit needlessly sometimes.

IGNATZ & LYSITHEA B

Lysithea thinks there's something wrong with Ignatz.

She guesses right that he's unhappy, but guesses wrong that he wishes he ran his father's company instead of his brother.

He slips up that he admits he's only a knight to please his family.

Awww, Lysithea offers Ignatz the opportunity to live in Ordelia territory and does whatever he wants to afterwords.

She was actually really sweet in this support.

Also, anyone else realize that Ignatz is proof that the church/crests/inheritance isn't the one forcing children to do things they don't want to? It's human greed?

CLAUDE & HAPI A

Claude left a meeting because he was bored of people arguing. Hapi also left a meeting.

Oh, interesting, Hapi asks Claude if he would walk away if someone could take his place. Claude says no that he wants to get a lot done and can't let anyone else do it. So a really uninteresting answer.

LEONIE & LINHARDT B

Linhardt got a gift he doesn't want so he offered it to Leonie.

Lamo, Linhardt forgot the meeting he set up with Leonie.

He gives her a notebook already full, so she wants to give him something in return.

She gives him a rock that turns out to be part of an ancient relic and he gets thrilled.

Linhardt comes to the conclusion that they value the complete opposite things, but they decides they're actually not a special pairing lamo.

MAIN BATTLE

Ugh, not looking forward to this.

Wow, imagine that, the Kingdom isn't bringing them a welcoming party. Like, did Shez really expect that?

They're a bunch of psychos. They're all excited to go kill people because they're strong warriors.

"Let's see if a crushing defeat can get through Dimitri's thick skull." Because you like tried talking with him so many times before???

What is Claude smoking? He's never tried anything but bloodshed of innocent Kingdom people to accomplish anything in this route?

I see what people mean when they say this is one of the most unlikeable casts ever.

Gustave's middle name is Eddie. Not Edward. Eddie. Suffering through GW is worth knowing that.

Also, fuck, I don't want to fight Annette and Gustave, who are only defending their home.

Thank fuck, Annette retreated. Having SB flashbacks where I had to kill Annette. Annette.

And thank God that Gustave did too.

On the flip side, I sort of wish GW wasn't so wish-washy and they all died. At least SB has the guts to show there's consequences for your character's actions. But GW like to pretend only Annette and Gustave matter and it'll be ok to slaughter thousands of low born people of Faerghus every single level because they're not named.

Dimitri evacuated his citizens. I think he's literally the only lord who did that lamo. (I remember distinctly Edelgard not doing that in VW, and I don't think Claude did in CF or AM? Could be wrong about Claude).

FUCK. Dedue. If he doesn't retreat, I swear to God I can't finish this.

Oh, God, not Sylvain too.

Wait, what the fuck, Claude. His "defense" against Sylvain accusing (rightly so) Claude of invading his home and murdering his parents is that "we're all risking our lives here." I guess Faerghus is 2-for-2 whenever someone is actually allowed to criticize people who are invading them.

At least Sylvain retreated.

Dimitri appeared to defend Faerghus. I swear whoever wrote this game didn't care at all about the Golden Deer.

Oh, a cut scene. Also pretty sure Shez called Dimitri Faerghus' strongest soldier.

Well, at least Dimitri being an utter and complete badass in this game continues since Claude admitted that he could never win against him. And he needed Hilda and Lorenz to just push him back, not even defeat him.

Oh, great, more backtracking. Claude has to retreat. Does this mean I have to fight Dimitri again?

You're right, Hilda, it's the same thing all over again. God, this gets old.

It would be funny if it was the Empire, but it's probably just TWSITD. It's pretty funny Claude is the one who learns the least in Hopes vs Houses.

At least Annette and Sylvain are still alive.

Gotta love also how damn badass Faerghus is in general, fighting a 3-way battle and not losing.

Dedue is here too, my beloved.

I love seeing Claude taking another L and having to retreat again.

xxx

#golden wildfire #fire emblem #fire emblem three hopes #three hopes #three hopes spoilers #golden wildfire spoilers

[glowingbadger]

No one asked for this and no one will read this damn thing because I am a sad bitch who loves her rare favs lmao. I got the idea of a Lorenz x Ignatz x Reader threesome into my brain because they're such good friends and respect each other so much and I love their dynamic and I couldn't get it out of my head. That said. Writing threesomes fucking sucks lmao I will endeavor to do so as infrequently as possible, I think.

This also got, like. Stupid long. But y'know what, I had fun with it, and I'm happier knowing that a fic for Reader-chan to get dicked down by two of my most underrated favs exists now.

Though once again this is one of those ones I've worked on for so long that I don't know if it's good anymore lmao so cue me in like three weeks going back to fix some phrasing and pacing

cw: threesome, sorta voyeur/exhibition kink, very light degradation towards the end there, the boys flirt with each other but are mostly focused on Reader-chan

** "wife," is used here, but no pronouns

Lorenz & Ignatz (FE3H) x AFAB Reader

A little threesome between friends

NSFW 18+

An artist's eyes rest differently on the skin than a poet's. Your husband's gaze is worshipful, spilling with open affection. Lorenz wears his feelings in a way perhaps unbecoming of a politician. But now it's Ignatz whose line of sight follows you from behind his glasses, and his eyes- a pretty shade of chestnut brown which you've grown only more fond of -they hold on you with an obsessive kind of focus. He scans and memorizes you, his usual polite deference set aside as he studies.

Today, you're only sitting for a few preliminary sketches. You're seated across from him, close enough to touch, close so that he can observe the smallest details of your features, and yet Ignatz exhibits none of the shrinking timidity one might expect of a man like him alone with his Lord's wife. There's nothing timid about the way he's looking at you now.

You're as still as you can manage, hoping not to disrupt the artistic process. Your hands fuss mindlessly on your lap with the fabric of the casual day-gown you wear, commissioned specifically for you by your husband like most of your wardrobe. Modeling offers little to occupy your thoughts, so in your own way, you study Ignatz in turn. His hand moves with commanding certainty across the page, directing lines into formation like soldiers. His expression is unusually stern, lending him a more masculine air than he may typically evoke. Perhaps this is what inspires you to note the slight but firm musculature of his shoulders and chest, indicative of the archery training he's maintained as part of his knightly obligations. You wonder idly what his body looks like beneath that crisply tailored shirt and vest. You wonder whether a painter's hands would be as skillful on your skin as they are on canvas.

Sunlight streams in through elongated bay windows around the Gloucester manor's master bedroom, suddenly reflecting sharply off of Ignatz's glasses. For a moment, the glare nearly blinds you, and you stifle an awkward laugh and blink your eyes back into focus. When you do, you see that you've shaken him from his trance-like state. His eyes meet yours over the page, but he quickly glances back down as though only now noticing how close you are. Before he can bury himself once more in his work, you speak up,

"Ignatz, I actually had one more request for the final painting, if that's alright with you."

"Yes- of course," he quickly replies, his posture straightening as he looks back up at you.

"Since it's a gift for Lorenz, I was actually hoping it would be a nude piece," you speak without a hint of embarrassment, but it doesn't calm Ignatz's nerves quite the way you'd hoped. His face flushes red, graphite scratching harsh across the page in his hands.

"Is- is that so?" he seems unable to produce any more substantial reply. You stand, smoothing out the front of your skirt as you say,

"Is that a problem? You've done that sort of thing before, right?"

"Well, yes- but- I mean," Ignatz stumbles over his words, "never with so-someone I, er, someone so..."

You smile warmly at him and approach where he sits, his sketch pad held almost protectively to his chest.

"You know that you can refuse if you're not comfortable with anything at all that I ask of you," you say softly, "Lorenz feels the same. You may be a knight, but you're our friend first."

Those warm brown eyes meet you with absolute sincerity, and he takes the hand you offer him.

"I... can hardly imagine anything either of you could request of me that I wouldn't happily offer, to the best of my ability."

The unexpectedly serious tenor of his voice causes your face to warm, and your smile broadens despite yourself.

"Well, in that case," you say, urging him up to his feet, then releasing his hand and turning to face away from him, "would you help me get undressed? Those laces can be hard to reach on my own."

You can't see his expression now, but you almost laugh just imagining it- the moment of restless silence tells you he must be adorably flustered. At last, you hear a mumbled, "of course," and you feel him standing just behind you- feel his breath tickling the back of your neck. His hands are unsteady at first, but he's warm so near to you like this, and you almost want to lean back against him. He fumbles with the laces, clumsy fingers brushing your skin, only further straining his nerves.

"There's a clasp at the top," you offer.

"Huh? Oh- yes, I- I see."

The fabric slackens around you, drooping down and exposing your bare back to him, and yet he remains so close that you hardly notice the cooler air on your skin. You wonder how the sight presents itself to an artist's sensibilities. The way he quietly lingers, transfixed until you turn to face him, speaks volumes.

"Yes- well, I- I should..." he lets his words drift, his face now a bright crimson as he turns back to his seat and his materials. You continue undressing, conscious of how his eyes avoid you. Ignatz fusses with his supplies, his paper, straightens his clothes, cleans his glasses- anything to keep his gaze from landing on your exposed form. That is, until you recline on the chair before him, and ask,

"How do you want me?"

"Pa- Pardon?" he fumbles his glasses back into place. You give a slanted smile.

"How would you like me to pose for you, Ignatz?"

"Oh," he exhales, swallows, then says, "However is comfortable for you, for now. These are just preliminary studies, so I only need to be able to... observe you." The last words are choked out seemingly with great effort, but you simply nod and recline comfortably in the luxuriously upholstered armchair across from him.

Ignatz is far too fun to tease, especially when he makes his interest so abundantly apparent. Still, you resolve to behave yourself so he can work, at least for now. Time passes in a more comfortable silence; he's regained some semblance of focus, his gaze steady and studious once again. Rather, it would appear that way, if not for the lingering pink tinge of his complexion, or the anxious way he shifts in his seat from time to time. But you leave him be and sit patiently for long minutes which build on to an hour until the sun hangs lower and shadows stretch longer across the elegant master bedroom.

"Y/N, could you try moving your arm to rest a little further down? And... hm," Ignatz brow lowers, "If you tilt your head up, and... a little to your right, perhaps?"

"Like this?" you do your best to follow his instructions, though in the fugue of his creative vision, they're less than precise. His frown deepens.

"Not quite- a bit more towards-"

"Come show me," you suggest. Ignatz pauses, opening his mouth to speak, then closing it without a word. He gets to his feet and approaches.

You both put a valiant effort into ignoring your exposed state as he guides you, gesturing you closer to how he wants you positioned. Eventually, his hand nears, and he stammers out,

"If- If you don't mind."

"Of course," you smile, "I'm all yours."

His hand is unusually warm on yours as he moves it into place to his satisfaction. He's so intimately close, and the air between you is laden with near-tangible tension as his touch trails up your arm to angle it how he likes. Ignatz smells of the oil medium for his paints, you notice. It's a scent you never would have thought of as romantic, but now there's an undeniable charm about it.

"Then- your face, if you could just..." a tentative hand nears your cheek, and when you show no hesitation, his touch guides you to look up and to the right, just as he's said. Just so that your eyes naturally meet. Just so that mere inches remain between you.

Ignatz inhales sharply as you shift forward and press your lips to his. His are wonderfully soft, and you're surprised when he doesn't pull away. If anything, he seems frozen in place, enraptured by your kiss until your tongue briefly grazes his bottom lip. At this, for a moment, a split instant, he leans into you, and you feel the warmth of his own tongue meeting yours. Then, he lurches back.

"I- I'm so sorry!" he stammers out. He moves to step away from you, but you catch his trembling hand, quickly rising to your feet to face him.

"Ignatz, hold on-"

"Dear Goddess, what have I done," Ignatz gingerly touches his fingertips to his lips, "It's- it's unforgivable! And if-" color rapidly drains from his face, "if Lorenz were to find out-!"

"Ignatz," you speak firmly, cutting through his frantic spiral, one hand squeezing his and the other gently at his cheek, "It's fine. Lorenz already knows."

"I... what?" his befuddled expression would be adorable if you weren't so concerned with calming him. You smile warmly and step closer to him, hardly even thinking of your state of undress. Yet just as you begin to speak, the latch of the bedroom door clicks as it opens.

Ignatz stands rooted to the floor, far too close to his Lord's naked wife, and said Lord pauses to observe the scene.

"Ah, splendid," Lorenz says at last, shrugging off his tailcoat, "I see you two have already discussed things in full."

"Well, not quite 'in full'," you mutter as your husband approaches the two of you. Unflinching and utterly unperturbed, he leans down to place a gentle, loving kiss to your lips, which you happily return while Ignatz watches, flabbergasted.

"I, er..." he seems to want to speak, but words escape him. Lorenz, meanwhile, absently undoes the front of his cravat while glancing over at where sketches of your naked form sprawl across a small stack of long-forgotten pages.

"Why, Ignatz, your work is striking as ever," he says with a smile before returning to your side and caressing your cheek fondly. Lavender eyes openly appreciate the sight of you before him, traveling down, then back up your frame, "you have very nearly captured a fraction of my Y/N's boundless radiance- a feat the likes of which I only expect from an artist of your caliber."

"Lorenz- Y/N-" Ignatz's eyes dart towards his old friend, then to you, then back to Lorenz on being met with your nude figure before him, "what exactly is happening here?!" he finally manages, rushing the words out before they abandon him.

Your husband looks to you to speak first, unusually deferential. You recall how insistent he'd been that this be an offer to a dear friend, never an order from a ruling Lord. With a somewhat apologetic smile, you take Ignatz's trembling hand and gently say,

"Well, put simply, Lorenz and I... had hoped that you would join us tonight," seeing the disbelief in his expression, you clarify, "In our bed. The three of us."

"The... the three of us..." Ignatz repeats, breathless as his face burns crimson, "You- you can't mean that- I mean, you both-? This... this is a joke of some kind, surely!"

Lorenz scoffs at this.

"Come now, have you ever known me as the sort of man to jest about such things? We both desire you quite earnestly, Ignatz. Aside from which," he steps towards his friend and brings an elegant hand to caress his cheek, eyes half-lidded but unwaveringly focused. His voice lowers and he leans down toward his blushing knight before him, "there is no other man to whom I could possibly entrust Y/N's pleasure."

Then, their lips meet, and Ignatz practically crumbles before you as you watch. His knees tremble, his breath stills. If your kiss had captivated him, Lorenz's overwhelms him- understandable, as you know your husband's lips and tongue to be exceptionally skillful. You lean at Ignatz's side, running a hand up his chest and smiling when you feel the way his heart pounds at the combined affections of you and your lover. Once their kiss gradually parts, you murmur near his ear,

"Do you want this, Ignatz? We don't have to continue if-"

"Yes," he says, breathless but certain. He looks to you each in turn, "I want this."

Without missing a beat, Lorenz turns from the two of you to continue undressing, speaking over his shoulder with business-like confidence,

"Well, if that's all settled then- darling, would you help make our guest more comfortable?"

"My pleasure," you say with a smile, guiding Ignatz to the bed by a hand.

You move to recline across the sheets, and he stalls behind you, scrambling to kick off his shoes and starting to unbutton the front of his clothes before you pull him down with you. His noise of surprise is lost between your lips as you draw him close to kiss him deeply. He lacks the confidence and finesse that Lorenz so effortlessly embodies, but as his lust builds and his body warms, he becomes bolder, bit by bit. Slowly and tentatively, his hand eases around your waist, holding you against him as firmly as he dares. His tongue meets yours with eager curiosity. His cock twitches against your inner thigh, and you offer an encouraging moan in reply.

Amidst sensual kisses that only deepen as you explore one another, you manage to open the front of his vest and shirt, then run your hands up his bared torso. Regular combat practice has kept his body firm and toned- not bulky by any means, but with an attractive hint of musculature. Your nails dig just the slightest bit against his skin as they rake up his chest and along his neck. Ignatz shudders, breaking from your lips to gasp out a harried, "Goddess-", and in the moment, you're not certain whether he means to address Sothis or you. Brushing your nose playfully to his, you say,

"You're pretty sensitive."

"I just-" Ignatz breathes in deeply, "I... never dared to think that anything like this could really happen."

Before you can respond, you feel the mattress shift as Lorenz settles beside you, prompting Ignatz to lay on your opposite side. It's warm and comfortable between the two- surprisingly natural, as though these three bodies had always been intended for each other. You smile at your husband, appreciative as ever of his graceful and rigorously maintained figure, how his hair trickles down his shoulder, the familiar way his taller frame fits against you. Joining him in a brief but heated kiss, you then turn to guide your other lover to your lips once more. Lorenz nuzzles into the crook of your neck, wrapping an arm around your waist as his lips graze sensitive skin. You moan softly into Ignatz's mouth as you feel kisses trail up your throat, occasional love-bites sending sparks through your nerves.

"Mmh, Lorenz..." you sigh happily in a rare moment when your lips aren't occupied by Ignatz's.

"Dearest," he replies, his breath tickling just below your ear, "I'm afraid our dear knight still seems rather tentative."

You look to Ignatz, his face tinged pink at the comment. Gently, you take his hand and guide it towards your body.

"Touch me, Ignatz. Please?"

He merely gives a stiff nod, yet it seems that this at last has broken through his hesitations. Both lovers' hands wander your body now, and before long you're mewing and sighing as you tremble with pleasure between them. You trade kisses with both, Lorenz's expert sensuality and Ignatz's eager longing, each sending their own kind of erotic thrill coursing through your veins. Their caress travels your curves, cupping your breasts, fingertips brushing your stiffened nipples, warm kisses and impassioned bites marking your neck and shoulders, neither man willing to let you rest long enough to offer to reciprocate their generous treatment. Instead, you finally manage,

"More-!" whispered into the miniscule space between Ignatz's lips and yours. Lorenz gives a low chuckle, and you feel his hand at your inner thigh urging your legs apart.

"Come now, Ignatz, I won't have you leaving my love wanting."

"Ye- Yessir," he awkwardly bumbles out his reply, and you stiffle a laugh. Ignatz never calls Lorenz "sir," by the latter's own insistence; yet now, you feel your husband's cock twitch, rubbing mindlessly against your body, and you think that perhaps there may be a time and place for such titles, even between intimate friends. It's a matter to investigate some other night, however- the artist's deft fingers glide between your thighs and gently, reverently, trace the curve of your lower lips. Your heart leaps with anticipation. In a strange way, Ignatz's hesitation makes him a terrible tease.

Then, you take in a sharp gasp, your body arching towards Ignatz on instinct, as those dexterous fingers find your clit instantly, stroking across it at a slow and tentative pace. You whisper his name, tangling your fingers through fair green hair as you meet his eyes directly. He responds exactly as you'd hoped. His touch comes a little firmer, fingers rubbing and pulsing around your stiff and slickened clit until they're coated in your arousal- and the wet texture only heightens the new and exquisite sensation of his touch.

"Is our knight pleasing you, my love?" Lorenz whispers huskily against your ear, "it seems to me that the skill of his hands extends well past the realm of the arts."

You give a blissful little whimper, spreading your legs wider for Ignatz as his fingers work between your now-soaked folds.

"He feels incredible..." you sigh out. Perhaps bolstered by your praise, Ignatz begins to roll his middle finger in tight, intensely pleasurable circles around your clit, the ever-changing pressure and stimulation sending shocks through your core. Yet even as you and Lorenz each openly admire his skillful touch, he can hardly seem to get a word past his lips. Instead, he's fixated on your expressions, bearing witness to your pleasure with obsessive fascination.

Just as your thighs begin to tremble, you feel his fingertips at your entrance, pressing into you just the slightest bit. You feel just a bit of that friction- the stretch and the pressure that you need, yet he falters, pausing for a moment until your grip tightens in his hair and you whisper urgently,

"Please-"

Ignatz lets slip the shadow of a groan as two digits push into your tight, drooling cunt. You know he can feel you clenching around him, feel how badly you need his expert hands. If your body weren't telling enough, your eyes openly plead with him, your lips parted as you pant and moan between the two men.

"Ignatz, you're a man who appreciates true beauty when he sees it," Lorenz says, his tone light and conversational.

"Of- of course..." Ignatz replies, never once tearing his eyes from your face. His fingers continue to seek out your every tender spot, pulsing and massaging within you. Then, the warmth of Lorenz's lips at your throat once again only heightens the overwhelming stimulation; he presses deep, erotic kisses down your neck to your chest, holding you steady around the waist all the while. On reaching the swell of your breast, you feel the fleeting graze of his teeth before he just barely parts from your skin and murmurs,

"I think you will find that there is no more stunning vision than my darling wife at the peak of pleasure..."

At this, Lorenz's lips surround your nipple, his tongue lovingly toying with it, warm and firm and steady. Practically in tandem, Ignatz's thumb finds your throbbing clit while his fingers remain thrusting inside of you. Your head tilts back on your pillow, your entire frame shifting and quivering between your lovers as they tend to your over-sensitive nerves. It's unbearable, unspeakable pleasure- far beyond what you could ever experience with one man alone. Far more deliciously scandalous than any would expect from the ever-proper Lord Gloucester and his timid artist-knight. They urge you higher and higher, the tension in your belly building until, with a shaky gasp and a breathless cry to the divine, you reach an aching, thrilling climax. Warmth rushes through your body, and you feel your muscles tense, then relax, leaving you limp between the two as they gently kiss your shoulders, your neck, anywhere they can reach to show their adoration.

You're still catching your breath when you feel Ignatz's hand brushing across your cheek, and groggily meet those shining brown eyes.

"Goddess, Lorenz," he says softly, his gaze fixed on your pink-tinged face, "You were absolutely right..."

You smile in turn, but something lingers at the back of your thoughts. Gently brushing his bangs back into place, you say,

"Ignatz, is there anything you'd especially like to do while we're all together? What's something that you want?"

"That I want..?" he chokes out, and Lorenz speaks up from where he's been contently nestled to your other side.

"Yes, in fact, I insist," as he speaks, his hands still idly wander your curves, his breath tickling the crook of your neck, "This is all but a tiresome errand if you do not find every bit as much gratification in it as we do."

Ignatz pauses, his complexion dusted pink when he finally says,

"Then, if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to- to watch you two first."

The idea seems to come so readily to him, as though this were a notion that had occupied his thoughts before. Your grin widens, and you trace a fingertip along his bottom lip.

"You want to watch how Lorenz fucks me, Ignatz?"

"Such crude language, darling," your husband gently reprimands, though you feel his lips hot at the corner of your jaw, and the pressure of his hardened cock throbbing against your thigh. He's done admirably to restrain himself, but you can sense how the idea thrills him. That he would have a captive audience to how he satisfies his wife, that he could proudly show you off to a man whose tastes he holds in such high esteem; you know the very thought appeals to Lorenz far more than he'd care to admit. You turn to him, fingers combing into his hair as those familiar lavender eyes adore you.

"Well, I certainly have no complaints- on one condition," you glance back at Ignatz over your shoulder, "Would you finish undressing for us?"

At first, he only nods without a word, then he pauses to watch in awe-struck silence as Lorenz pulls you to his body and kisses you without reservation. Your hands rest on his firm chest, and you moan happily into his lips. His tongue deftly teases yours, allowing plenty of opportunity for his friend to watch his expert movements. When at last he remembers his task, Ignatz wobbles up onto his feet to remove the remainder of his clothes- the dress shirt wrinkled and partly unbuttoned, his breeches strained by his achingly hard erection. Meanwhile, Lorenz wastes little time.

Ordinarily a man who prefers to bask in the slow and luxurious process of romantic love-making, the thrill and taboo of tonight's circumstances have provoked him beyond his usual noble restraint. Tonight, Lorenz's body is warm against yours, his hands greedy and lustful, groping the curve of your hip and the swell of your thighs. His kisses down your chest make your pulse pound, your legs squeezing in around his hips. By the time Ignatz kneels beside you on the bed, Lorenz has positioned himself above you, a hand lovingly trailing up the softness of your inner thigh. The head of his cock presses between your folds, coating him in your wetness, yet not entering you just yet despite your eager whimpers. You feel it tease you, the tip rubbing against your stiff and over-sensitive clit, and you look up at your lover with eyes that wordlessly plead for more. He glances at the knight at your side, as though to ensure he's watching closely. The two lock eyes for a moment- then, the bulging head of Lorenz's cock pushes at your tight entrance.

"Ohh..!" your body tenses, your fists clench the sheets behind you. Lorenz's hips urge forward, his member steadily driving into you. Immediately, you note how incredibly hard he is, how his length feels thicker than usual as it stretches your pussy walls to accommodate him. In the corner of your eye, you see that Ignatz has begun to stroke himself, his ever-tentative hand slowly pumping his shaft while his eyes remain locked on you. A blissful smile graces your lips, and you breathe in deeply.

"Mmh, Lorenz, you feel so big tonight..." your eyes flutter open to see his face flushed, his expression blazing with blatant lust, "Does showing me off like this really turn you on that much..?"

"Dearest..." he whispers it like a plea, yet he offers no objection. Lorenz leans over you, supporting himself with a hand on the bed beside you while the other caresses up your thigh. Once he has leverage behind your knee, he holds you carefully in position with your legs spread wide for him. When he hilts himself in you at this angle, you feel his tip so deep it causes a strange tinge of sensitivity in your belly. With a happy sigh, you relax onto the sheets, sure to make your pleasure evident for your voyeur while Lorenz's hips begin to roll and sway against you. He knows your body so well, the long-memorized rhythm drawing you both into a perfect harmony that has tension building rapidly at your core. Your pussy squeezes and massages him, clinging to his manhood as it plunges into you again and again, but never so fast as to numb you to the sensation. Lorenz wants you to feel him- wants Ignatz to see how well you take him.

You turn your gaze to Ignatz as he watches, his brown eyes fogged with lust, his chest rising and falling with his quickened breath. Soft, pink-kissed lips hang parted. His hand runs the length of his cock at a steady, insistent pace. Now and then, you catch his hips bucking into his strokes, though he fights to keep himself in check. You imagine how he sees you, flush-faced and whimpering happily as your husband claims you here in front of him. You imagine him committing details to memory- the way your breasts bounce in response to Lorenz's every impassioned thrust, the way your fingers curl around the sheets. Ignatz has always been the devout sort, after all, and you've never felt so worshipped.

"Ignatz," you moan out to him even as your thighs squeeze in around your husband's swaying hips, "Co- Come closer- please?"

When he obeys, you lean towards him, and press a lingering kiss to the tip of his cock. Ignatz groans, his brow deeply furrowed, his hand stalled at the base of his member. With your lips parted so both men can watch, you trace the tip of your tongue around his crown, then flick it across where he's begun to leak precum. When at last you take him fully into your mouth, Lorenz throbs deep inside of you, his pace stuttering for a moment, his breath coming heavier. You had always suspected the noble Count Gloucester's tastes were lewder than he'd let on. Feeling him fucking deeper and harder into you at the sight of you sucking off his friend happens to be a delightful confirmation.

Ignatz groans your name, his voice rumbling deep in his chest in a way you've never heard before- a way that fills you with hot, urgent arousal. A hand delicately brushes your hair back, caressing your cheek as he watches you service him. Your hand replaces his at the root of his cock, stroking him at the base while your lips cradle the head. He's a good size- similar to your husband, but with a more pronounced ridge at the tip and several conspicuous winding veins decorating the shaft. And, you're quickly discovering, he's sensitive. Every twist and pulse of your tongue earns you some wonderful moan or sigh, a tremor through his body, a flex of his fingers in your hair. Paired with the way Lorenz bucks into you, burying himself in you over and over, you're rapidly nearing your climax once more.

"Ohh, darling... my love, you- you are far too tempting," he gasps out between groans of pleasure, "no mere mortal could... could hope to endure such divine bliss..."

You take Ignatz deep into your mouth, letting the head push into your throat before very slowly pulling back. Still pumping your hand along his member, you smile hazily at Lorenz. He always gets poetic when he's on the verge of losing himself.

"Cum for me, love," you say gently, "Ignatz, you... you want to watch Lorenz fill me with his cum, don't you?"

"Yes," Ignatz gasps out with the strain of desperation, "Please, I- I have to see..!" his voice falters- he seems to be putting every spare bit of focus he can muster into restraining himself.

Lorenz's hand at your knee tightens, pushing your leg back as he leans further over you. With a final deep, longing moan and a forceful thrust of his hips, he sheaths himself inside of you until your bodies meet flush against one another. Then, with his fair complexion dyed pink and silky hair spilling romantically over his shoulder, he utters your name once more as his climax overtakes him, pushing you to your own. The way he swells and twitches in you with his release is intoxicating, and the heat of your own orgasm ripples through you- though you're sure to never stop stroking Ignatz's cock as he breathlessly watches.

At last, in a panting, whimpering trio, your bodies each relax in turn. Lorenz slowly pulls his manhood from your warmth, leaving you both soaked in the mixture of your release. Ignatz, meanwhile, has calmed his breathing, if not his pulse. When your eyes return to focus, you see his cock harder than ever and drooling with precum. His abdomen is tight with his labored restraint, and you smile up at him.

"Ready for your turn?" you say playfully.

"Are... are you really sure you both-"

"Yes." you and Lorenz speak at once, and you give a short laugh as you watch your husband still collecting himself above you. While he remains kneeling on the bed, you work on summoning the strength to your limbs to get yourself upright.

"Will you lie down for me, Ignatz?"

He's silent for a moment, then manages,

"Yes of course, I mean, if that's... what you want."

You straddle his hips the moment he's on his back beneath you, ignoring the subtle tremor of your yet-unsteady legs. You run your hands up his firm torso and bite your lip at the feeling of lithe muscle tensing at your touch. Meeting his eyes, you hope your own can communicate the certainty and confidence he needs from you tonight.

"This is exactly what I want."

He swallows hard. Those gentle hands run up the curve of your thighs, gripping more tightly when they reach your hips.

"Then, please," he inhales, chest rising, his gaze certain at last, "Y/N... let me feel you."

You lean down to press your lips to his, and this time, Ignatz immediately reciprocates. Those skillful fingers you've grown so fond of weave into your hair. Your mouth and his open to one another instinctively, naturally, drawing each other more deeply into the kiss. At some point, your nose bumps his glasses. You hardly notice. The soft, barely audible moans and sighs he allows himself are paradoxically potent, and you soon find yourself impatient for him.

You break from his kiss only for the sake of finally feeling him inside of you. As you align him between your thighs with the hand not supporting your weight, the warm slick of cum- both yours and your husband's- coats the tip of Ignatz's cock. It only aids him as he shifts his hips carefully up towards you, welcoming him in, allowing him to fill where his dear friend had been mere minutes ago.

"Ohh..." You sigh aloud, your back arching, head tilting back. Ignatz is holding fast at your hips, eager hands reveling in the feeling of your curves beneath them; but even as his fingers flex and he grips you almost painfully tight, you hardly notice. His member fills you wonderfully, the newness of the sensation setting off your tender and over,-sensitive nerves. Lorenz feels perfect- he always does- but the novelty of your pussy walls fitting tight around another man's cock sends a different sort of ache through your core.

As though on cue, Lorenz positions himself behind you and gently kisses the side of your neck, his body warm at your back.

"How is it, my dearest love?"

"Incredible," you moan in reply, and you feel Ignatz's length twitch inside of you at the comment. You raise a hand to cradle Lorenz's face, drawing him to your lips as your hips begin to move. He groans into your kiss, and you feel his hands run up the sides of your body, tracing the silhouette he knows so well. When he parts from your lips, his eyes remain fixed on your pleasured expression.

"And how does my darling Y/N feel, Ignatz?"

"Goddess, s- so good..." He looks up at you with the eyes of a man at the mercy of Sothis herself, "So tight- it's like you're... Drawing me in..!"

Slowly, rhythmically, you begin to sway and shift your body above him. Your cunt clings around him, each vein and contour of his throbbing cock grinding into you, stimulating you in a thousand new and erotic ways. All the while, Lorenz's lips trail from your shoulder towards your neck, soft and warm and far too gentlemanly for the circumstances. Ignatz's hands remain on your hips, yet rather than guide your movements, he seems to follow them. Hungry eyes watch you with a fascination that keeps him focused despite the overwhelming pleasure, taking in the rocking of your hips, the swell of your breasts- but more than anything, the sensual way your husband caresses you. Their combined affections flood your body with heat, spurring you on as you fuck yourself onto Ignatz's member, mewing and arching at Lorenz's touch.

"Beautiful..." Ignatz murmurs, biting briefly at his bottom lip, "you're both... so breathtaking..!"

He's begun to buck his hips up to meet you, matching your pace so that you feel him bottom out deep within you with every thrust. Uttering a shameless moan, you feel your lower muscles flex around him, squeezing and pulsing around his member. You're close- and you know for certain that he is as well.

"Ignatz, you-" a pleasured sigh interrupts you briefly, though you try to affect a seductive confidence, "A- Are you... gonna cum inside of your Lord's wife?"

"I- I..!" he tries to form a response, but it dies on his tongue. He can't restrain himself how he'd like, can't possibly resist the intoxicating friction of your gushing pussy enveloping him.

"My, how perfectly unacceptable," Lorenz says with evident amusement. He presses a feather-light kiss to your jaw, then levels his gaze on the man beneath you, "Is that what you want? What sort of knight would dare to even entertain such a transgressive fantasy?"

Ignatz throbs potently, the girth of his manhood swelling out, stretching you sinfully, and you gasp his name in response. Perhaps he's enjoying this little admonishment from his superior- or perhaps he's simply fond of dirty talk of any sort. A matter to investigate another night. Now, all you can think of is that you need more. You need that final release, the mutual bliss you've dreamed of since you and Lorenz first discussed sharing your bed with another. It seems your husband has an idea of how to get you both there.

"Do you want it, darling?" he says softly, his hands along your body as tender and loving as your wedding night, "Do you want to feel our favorite knight filling you with his lust?"

You nod, breathless, practically mindless. So close.

"Can you feel how desperately he longs to release within you?" his voice is a husky yet playful whisper, "Such a shameful, salacious desire. Why, were I a less generous sort, I'd have every right to be beside myself in fury."

Then, his fingers. Delicate, careful, yet merciless in their precision as they massage the hardened nub of your clit in time with Ignatz's thrusts. You gasp out,

"Fu- fuck-! Ohh-!!"

You throw your head back against Lorenz's shoulder, your cunt spasming tight around your other lover's cock. It's too much for Ignatz to endure. His hands grip at your hips, pulling you down and burying himself in you.

"Lorenz... Y/N, I- I can't, I..!"

With a final cry, you feel his manhood lurching within you as he pours out his cum at your deepest point. Volley after volley shoots into you, and you distantly wonder in the midst of your own climax whether he's been pent up, or if this all was simply too stimulating for him.

In a choir of gasps and moans, mutual pleasure consumes you both through a dizzying high and into a gradual, hazy descent. Lorenz cradles you to his chest as you catch your breath, smoothing your hair gently back into place, kissing love-bites collected over a night of ascendant pleasure. You exhale, awash in absolute satisfaction. When at last you and Ignatz have regained the strength and presence of mind to move, you lift yourself from him, and allow both men to guide you down onto the bed between them. Distantly, you note the sensation of your lovers' release dripping from you, trailing lazily down your inner thighs. You're hardly bothered- nothing could bother you in this moment, surrounded by the two who have taken such excellent care of you this evening.

Lorenz reaches over you to straighten Ignatz's glasses, fingers fondly brushing his cheek as he pulls away. Somehow, after the night you three have shared, this simple gesture causes the knight to practically glow red in the face, and you smile warmly at him.

"You were incredible, Ignatz."

"Yes, I mean, well- you were, uh, it was... wow." he's unable to meet your gaze, the heady and contented afterglow disrupted by his usual anxious uncertainty. "Anyway, I suppose that I should..."

He tenses, as if to move from the bed. You bring a hand to cradle his face, turning his eyes to yours.

"Stay for a bit? Please?"

"Come now Ignatz, don't be so boorish," Lorenz says, turning onto his back to arch his taller frame, stretching out over-taxed muscles, "One cannot fully appreciate such indulgence without basking in the fulfillment it lends, afterall!"

You wear a slanted smile and add,

"What he means is that we enjoyed having you with us tonight, and we'd like to enjoy cleaning up and relaxing with you, too."

Tentatively, he lets himself rest back on the sheets with you. Ignatz places his hand over yours, wearing a shy smile of his own.

"If neither of you mind, I'd... I'd like that very much."

"And," your smile curls mischievously, "It'll give us some time to talk about things we'd like to try next time."

"Next time?" Ignatz chokes out.

"Ah, what an exceptional idea, dearest," Lorenz tosses his hair over his shoulder and curls up at your side once more, an arm comfortably draped around your waist, "I, for one, have a number of proposals to tender you each with."

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SS continues. It's kind of bad!

Done with the bridge, Gronder is skipped, and done with Merceus also, so all that's left is two maps of Edelgard, Shambhala and I guess evil Rhea or whatever.

I have to say that I did not initially appreciate just HOW MUCH of the post-skip is copy-pasted. I also checked the chapter list for AM, and it's pretty much entirely the same. We take the same freaking bridge in Alliance territory for some god-forsaken reason, apparently? Even though an Arianrhod map exists? That's going to be interesting in like six months when I get to it.

But while Claude making us do VW by proxy was kind of funny in a stupid way, Gronder is a disaster. I am in genuine awe of how poorly handled that was.

So Gronder takes place off screen. We don't go there AND, get this, the entire month when it would take place is just erased from the calendar. There's no April! They did not even pretend to be putting in some effort here. They just excised the entire month along with the map.

And just thinking about Gronder gives me a headache. What was Claude even doing there? Leicester is specifically a hot mess, and I can't see us killing Lorenz at the bridge improving the situation much. And yet Claude goes off to Gronder and uuuh "disappears." At this point, I'm going to assume that he sent Judith's troops and dumped all that on us because he had already decided to peace out and he went to Gronder purely for the purposes of faking his death. That makes about as much sense as anything else.

Dimitri ghost is also funny. My dude, I still don't know anything about you... please go haunt someone who cares.

Anyway, liveblogging notes:

Catherine says that Alliance nobles are weird but in a good way. You won't find "such big-hearted nobles" elsewhere. This is in reference to Judith (and Claude by extension) helping us.

Shamir considers Judith's spy network to be impressive, given that she had people able to spot Rhea being taken away by the Imperial Army in the chaos of the invasion five years ago.

It's mentioned that aside from Count Gloucester being supposedly devout (doubt), the commoners also support the Knights of Seiros. (Update: this is very funny given that he sends his son to die on our swords for uuuh no particular reason.)

Lord Gwendal's daughter fell in love with Sylvain once lol (Update: Ingrid's version of this is that, at fifteen, Sylvain sought "relentlessly" to involve himself with her.)

The two territories on either side of the Great Bridge of Myrddin are Acheron to the north (the one in Lorenz's paralogue) and Bergliez to the south. That's Caspar's dad, and he's been getting on swimmingly in Edelgard's new regime.

The dark merchant looks like one of the Agarthan mages lol, but the quest to get them to appear gives you a Morfis battalion, so I suppose that's where they're actually from?

Seteth says alcohol has little effect on him.

It's specified that Rhea had disabled the Phantoms and Altered Golems in the Holy Tomb in order to allow the ceremony (of throne-sitting) to take place. It seems that she also didn't create those defenses but rather they came pre-built with the Tomb...? Or maybe Seteth means Seiros (not "Rhea") created them back in the day, who can even tell.

Alois is pretty nice to use. Shamir is consistently useful. Seteth is fine. Hanneman is annoying as hell and had gotten killed way too many times. And Manuela not having physic is a bad joke.

The great bridge is a bit of hilarious mess. We get ambushed by warp reinforcements from Acheron, then Lorenz and his goons show up too. Bye, Lorenz. It's your own fault for dying.

Seteth comments on how some imperial troops were willing to lay down their lives to hold the bridge (Edelgard's crazy fangirl Ladislava), but eh.

Suddenly, Gilbert. He's still alive? He says he's serving Dimitri, who was hiding in Fraldarius territory. We didn't find this out until Gronder in VW. This time, the Kingdom rebels reach out in order to ally with the Church. I wanted to ally, but Seteth wouldn't let me. :(((( Seteth, let me live!!! Enough already! Anyway, instead, we just let them use our new bridge. Which all has some funny implications, since apparently Claude is too shady to ally with but also how did Dimitri's super mysterious force get to Gronder in VW?

Anyway, I guess that's why we don't go to Gronder. But I'm uuuuh confused about why Claude was even there, per the off-screen recap? He didn't ask to use our bridge, so how did he even get to Gronder? And WHY? The Alliance was still massively divided last we checked with them. Sure, we killed Lorenz, but I can't see that making things any less chaotic. Judith gave her forces to us, and even between the church and the alliance, it was always emphasized in VW how outnumbered we were. Why would Claude even go to Gronder? How did he get there......... And now he's uh missing (sus man).

Seriously, did he send us those troops because he decided he wanted to dump the war on us and secretly peace out? Or??

Anyway, Dimitri fucked up Edelgard but also got killed. Bye, we hardly knew ya. We still have a vision of his... ghost?? OK, sure.

Take your pick which is funnier, this or Hilda just kinda seeing him die off screen somewhere, after we beat his ass.

Location card for the ghost scene is "outer city" iirc.

April is just GONE. It doesn't exist! Like, we just don't even get a calendar for it?? What the actual fuck?!

Felix switches between thinking Dimitri was dead all along and thinking he was "alive all this time." Whatever.

Alois says we disguised ourselves as enemy soldiers to sneak in..... Where?? When did this happen? We didn't sneak onto the bridge, and if this is about the strategy for Merceus, we haven't discussed it yet.

Yeah, this is apparently a plan that we just haven't been shown yet, because Shamir says we gave the order to dress all our troops in Imperial armor. News to me!

Update: We can even ask "Disguises?" when we're already on the Merceus approach. Is Seteth claiming his strategy was an order from Byleth while handling everything behind the scenes? And then gaslights by saying it was your idea (that you forgot about)?

For a knight, we pick up Lavandula grass, an herb with tiny purple flowers. Its calming scent relieves stress. You make tea out of it.

Ashe mentions that Dedue is missing, and his death is not actually confirmed. But from what I've been told, his appearance in Enbarr was also cut from SS.

I just realized there's a huge globe in the library. I wonder if anyone's been able to get a good look at what's drawn on it. Seteth sure plays up how he totally does not recognize those ballistic missiles.

Come to think of it, how did Jeritza know that the missiles were coming?

Seteth spells out a plan we sure did not have before. I can't believe they have him both railroading you earlier and also playing up how you're totally such a cool and smart strategist...

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FE3H: 1, 3, 7, 8, 9, 10, 12, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 24, 25

1 - Not "everyone" gets them wrong, but both Edelgard and Claude frequently suffer from truly terrible takes. Edelgard gets treated as a clear-cut, evil and/or stupid villain rather than the morally gray character with admirable qualities that she truly is, while Claude gets treated as a 100% reliable good guy when in fact he's far more complicated and has just as much potential to swing toward the dark side as Edelgard and Dimitri (though he's admittedly still more reasonable on the dark side than either of them). Tellingly, many fans got angry at Three Hopes for clarifying the truth about them rather than admit they pegged them wrong.

3 - Concerning takes on Edelgard:

7 - "Hate" is a strong word; I don't hate him at all and think he's a good character....buuuut I'll freely admit that I have less fondness for Dimitri than I might otherwise have had due to the fandom's treatment of him. So many fans who accuse other fans and even the games' writers of "uwu woobifying" Edelgard in order to distract from her flaws and crimes do exactly that for Dimitri without a hint of irony. This is a guy who, prior to his redemption in Azure Moon and prior to his death in Silver Snow and Verdant Wind, committed the most personally vile, cruel acts out of all the Lords, with little to no remorse. That's really not something that should be minimized or brushed under the rug as if it didn't happen, nor is it something that any amount of trauma can excuse. Hell, Dimitri at the end of Azure Moon would agree with me here!

8 - The common opinion of Edelgard haters is that the Church of Seiros did little to nothing wrong and Edelgard is stupid or evil for wanting to destroy it, while the common opinion of Edelgard fans is that the Church of Seiros is rotten to the core and the best future for Fodlan is it being destroyed. I disagree with both takes. The problem isn't the Church, the problem is Rhea. And not in a bashing way, in an objective way that Rhea herself concedes to by the end of Silver Snow and Verdant Wind: she let her fear, grief and desire consume her and cause her to run the Church in a (though she of course didn't see it this way) self-serving manner that exacerbated the divides in Foldan. The bottom line is that a lot of Fodlan's problems could have been resolved if only poor Rhea had gotten some serious therapy.

9 - The Battle of Gronder Field's aftermath in Azure Moon. On paper, I like Dimitri's redemption arc, but I feel that the execution behind his big turning point was handled horrendously. Rodrigue, who is Felix's father and not Dimitri's, dying gets Dimitri to turn around while Felix himself barely reacts. Fleche, who had potential surviving and helping in Dimitri's arc while also being helped herself, is just casually killed off while only Dimitri finds healing and redemption. And Byleth just forgets that they have the power to turn back time, therefore allowing Rodrigue and Fleche's deaths to happen. Worst writing in the game, easily.

10 - All of the blatant mischaracterizations.

12 - Now, I totally get why many find him off-putting, but Lorenz deserves more love. He is among the biggest cases in the game of someone who struggles to unlearn what he's been taught for his entire life, but that's what makes him so interesting. And whenever he's actually successful at it, he's quite likable with his more humbled personality and bonds with others.

16 - The Holy Kingdom of Faerghus and the Blue Lions. For the most part, it's a bog-standard medieval kingdom and character archetypes that have been done better elsewhere.

17 - More Edelgard vs. Hilda casual rivalry fics/art please; it's hilarious.

18 - Edelgard/Claude as a ship. So much potential there!

19 - Silver Snow. Yes, it's the most unpopular route in Three Houses. Yes, its execution is ass. Yes, its character dynamics are wasted. Yes the final boss is an absolute nightmare. But I like what it was trying to do, damn it! With enough tweaking, it coulda been a masterpiece!

20 - The Heroes' Relics. I get why they're a big deal, but I can't bring myself to actually care about them beyond a gameplay level. And yes, that includes the Sword of the Creator.

21 - Dimitri, Faerghus, the Blue Lions and Azure Moon! Haven't you been paying attention?

24 - Edelgard, of course!

25 - I have sometimes heard complaints that the Golden Deer get the short end of the stick because their backstories, families and home regions tend to get less focus compared to the Black Eagles and Blue Lions. This is missing the entire point. The Golden Deer don't represent a single, powerful entity, but a diverse alliance of city-states, one that has been particularly shaky as a of late. The individuals are not as important as the unity - the alliance - between them is. The focus isn't meant to be on the Golden Deers' backstories, families and home regions, the focus is meant to be on how they gel with one another despite their differences and what they achieve together. In any case, Three Hopes granted more spotlight on half of their homes and families, so it's not like they're totally deprived of that either.

#Fire Emblem #Three Houses #Three Hopes #Opinion #Meme

[micdixart]

I have never once played anything in the FE series, but all your FE3 art is really making me want to. Lorenz looks like just my brand of manwhore 💖

oh you will be so disappointed he is the snobbiest stuffiest dumbest little man. who u only grow to love after getting through his cringey supports to find that he does mean well he is just. so bad at expressing it. but he is my stupid rose boy and i love him so much

[reeshyz]

Title: You're my heart Pairing: Flake Lorenz / Paul Landers Presentee: mwbr13 Prompt: Gingerbread Heart Warnings/Tags: First Date | Heartbreak | First Kiss Word Count: 2.436 Summary: When Flake gets stood up on a date, Paul has an idea how to save the day. He pretends to be his date. Read on AO3: here

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“I really asked her out this time,” Flake says when he comes home and Paul’s stomach squeezes painfully together. He’d dreamed of this for weeks and now his nightmares would come true.

“And did she say yes?” Paul asks back, because even though he’s been in love with his best friend for months by now, he’d never not support him in anything. Flake deserves to have a sweet girlfriend. 

Flake walks into the kitchen now, where Paul is making them dinner. It’s nothing special, but Richard had shown him a few tricks on how to cook a lot with not much money. It smells good at least.

At the moment everything feels kinda weird and Flake had mentioned before how unhappy he’s with Feeling B at the moment, Paul kinda agrees, so he’s happy that Flake at least has something else he can be excited for.

“She said yes. I’ll meet her tomorrow at the Christmas Market on the Alexander Platz,” Flake says and he’s blushing so adorable. Paul wishes so badly that he’d been Flake’s chosen one, but he understands why he isn’t.

Paul doesn’t even know if Flake likes men at all, he’d never kissed any guy, at least Paul had never seen him doing it. While Paul definitely had kissed other men before, it had only been that: a few kisses.

“Oh that’s so great! I’m sure it will be awesome!” Paul says and he hopes he sounds happy for Flake. Because he is happy even though it breaks his own heart. Flake had been crushing on this girl for so long, he deserved it!

“I hope it will be,” Flake says and he sits down at the table. His smile is so cute, that Paul doesn’t pay attention and promptly burns his finger.

Serves him right.

*

Paul is busy cleaning his room in their shared apartment, when someone calls him. He frowns at their old phone. Who the hell would call him now?

“Paulchen…,” Flake mumbles and Paul’s heart stops.

“Are you okay?” Paul asks, before Flake can even say more. At first there is no answer, but he can hear Flake sniffling and Paul stands up straight, letting his cloth fall to the ground. Is he crying?

“Flake?”

“She stood me up.”

Shit. Paul isn’t even sure what to say. He feels guilty for being a bit relieved, he already had nightmares about Flake and his new girlfriend being together all the time and kissing in front of him, but he also feels incredibly sad for his best friend.

Flake deserves a nice date.

“Stay where you are. I’ll be there in a few minutes!” Paul says and he hangs up before Flake can say more. At least he knows where he can find Flake. There are a few phone boots on the Christmas market and he knows where Flake had waited for that stupid girl.

Paul hastily gets dressed and is out of the door in less than ten minutes. Luckily he remembers to wear his thick jacket, a soft hat and even gloves, because it’s freezing as hell outside. 

It takes him at least thirty minutes and he worries the whole time but then finally he walks onto the Christmas Market and looks around. Flake is standing underneath a streetlight and he looks so sad.

“Hey,” Paul says, grinning at him.

“Hey, why did you say I should wait here?” Flake says and suddenly Paul has an idea. He happily blinks up at Flake, trying his best to look totally innocent and holds his hand out. 

“I’m Paul. Your uhm… date,” Paul says finally, the last word almost swallowed because he’s just so damn nervous. He can see how Flake’s eyes widen at that. At least he’s so baffled that he takes Paul’s hand and shakes it slowly.

“Flake.”

“Cool name. So what do you say, should we have a look around? I love Christmas markets,” Paul says, glad that Flake seems to accept it. 

“Anything particular that you wanna do?” Flake asks and Paul shakes his head. He mostly loves the good smelling food and he kinda needs a drink or two for this, but he just wants to make Flake smile again.

“Nope. Alone being here with you is amazing,” Paul says and they slowly start walking. Flake blushes and Paul grins even more. It had just been the truth, but Flake doesn’t need to know that.

They walk towards a few booths and Paul carefully takes Flake’s hand in his own. Flake seems surprised at that, but he doesn’t let go of Paul’s hand either. Flake’s hand is so soft and Paul wishes they could always go shopping or something like this.

Paul had never felt more secure than being around Flake. Each hug, each touch spends him way too much comfort.

“How about some food?” Paul asks and points at the stall Flake is currently watching so intensely. Flake shrugs.

“I was wondering if the food is as good as yours," Flake says slowly and he seems to still think about this. Paul sees how Flake eyes the menu card again and he stands close beside him. Leaning against his shoulder, still searching for so much contact.

“How about we try it then,” Paul says and then already holds up his hand. He orders two burgers and some fries with them and a cocoa for himself. Flake doesn't add anything to drink for himself, so Paul nods his thanks and waits for the food.

Instead he looks around and he can see how full the Christmas market is this year, but then again, the weather is wonderful tonight, it’s even snowing the tiniest bit. 

“Your order,” the guy behind the counter says and Paul nods his thanks. He pulls out his money to pay for everything and doesn't even wait for Flake to pay for his stuff. It’s a date and he’d like to treat Flake right.

“Would you get us some napkins?” Paul asks and points toward the other end of the stall, because he knows that he is a messy eater, thanks. Flake nods and Paul searches for a free table for them. There is only one tiny bar table left in the corner, but Paul shrugs and goes over to it.

Flake comes back and puts the napkins down.

“Thank you,” Flake smiles at the food and without another word, he already bites into his burger. Paul has to laugh at that eagerness, but then his belly rumbles quietly and he starts with his fries.

“And, what do you think?” Paul asks between bites and Flake smiles so widely, that Paul wants to kiss him. Right here and right now.

“Good, but I love your food more,” Flake says and points at his burger again. He even licks his lips and Paul just stands there like an idiot and focuses on those pink lips. What would he give to feel them against his mouth?

Just once.

He’s not even mad that Flake is breaking their… roleplay of a date. It’s just fun to be here with him.

“You are right, they are good,” Paul says instead, after he takes a bite out of his own burger. He moans around the next bite and he blushes, when Flake tilts his head to one side again.

Oops.

They eat their food in silence and Paul takes a straw for his cocoa from the napkin tower Flake bought over. Paul wouldn't even remember needing a straw, but seems like Flake was focused like that.

“So uh… do you have fun? I mean here with me,” Paul says then and Flake nods. He’s smiling again, Paul coins that as a win while he puts his mug down on the table and leans on it, so he can still drink from the straw.

“I’m glad that you came,” Flake says and then he takes another straw that Paul hadn’t even seen and puts it into Paul's mug as well. Paul's eyes nearly fall out of his head.

Flake just continues to smile at Paul, while he drinks from the same freaking cocoa as he is and Paul gasps. Of course he was just trying to swallow the cocoa and he ends up coughing very hard. Flake squints at him.

“W-wrong pipe,” Paul manages and he coughs again, just to be sure. Flake nods and takes another sip of the cocoa again. Paul waits till he is done before he does the same. Oh god, they are actually sharing cocoa.

“This was very wonderful,” Flake says, when the food is gone and even the shared mug is empty. Paul's face is still on fire and he saw a few glares that they got, but he actually feels pretty happy, too.

Flake makes him happy.

“I think we should get a dessert though. A real one,” Paul says and he points at another stall, where they sell all kinds of sweets. Flake nods and they slowly walk over to the stall. Paul really likes roasted almonds, but he’s looking at something else. 

“Do you want anything?” Paul asks and Flake shakes his head. He doesn’t really care for all the sweets, but Paul has another idea. 

He ends up buying a package of roasted almonds for later, but he also points at one of the gingerbread hearts. Flake seems confused but doesn’t say anything. 

“Here for you,” Paul mumbles and he shyly holds the heart out to Flake who seems so surprised. 

He hadn’t dared to go for one with “I love you” written on it. Instead  “You’re cute” is written on it in blue frosting. It looks pretty good and Paul carefully puts it around Flake’s neck, when he bends down a bit.

“Danke,” Flake mumbles, his cheeks so read. Paul can’t look away. Paul even dares to lean closer and press a soft kiss to Flake’s cheek. Flake touches the skin where Paul had kissed him.

“Now we need something real to drink. Mulled wine for example,” Paul says and he carefully holds Flake’s hand again. He really likes the handholding and he wouldn’t stop anytime soon.

An hour later they’re both almost frozen but quite happy.

“That was a great date,” Flake laughs when they’re full of more food and drinks. Paul smirks at him.

“I’m glad you liked it. I think that was it though,” Paul shrugs. They had basically done anything you could do at a Christmas market.

“Really nothing else?” Flake asks and he winks so stupidly at Paul, who laughs and then there’s an idea suddenly.

“What about a first kiss?” Paul asks then and he hates himself already. Maybe he shouldn’t have drunk that mullen wine, because he’s always too chatty when he’s drunk.

“What do you mean?” Flake asks, frowning.

“I mean it’s a first date. You don’t have to kiss someone on a first date, but you absolutely can,” Paul explains, but his heartbeat picks up again. He’s pretty nervous but he wants for Flake to kiss him so badly.

“Oh I don’t know. I mean… you’re not really…,” Flake stutters out. So he’s uncomfortable.

“Please? Pretend, I’m her,” Paul says and he’s tearing up against his will. He just wants to be kissed once by Flake. Hadn’t he deserved that? Just one kiss so he could fall asleep thinking about that every day? 

Flake’s face is so red again. Paul hopes he’s not angry. 

“I m-mean, you don’t have to,” Paul whispers, his heart breaking even more. He feels like there’s nothing left at this point. He just hopes they could still be friends. He wouldn’t know what to do without Flake. 

Flake is still not saying anything and Paul looks down. The first tear drops down into the snow and he turns around. Maybe he could ask Richard and Till if he could sleep there tonight. Flake surely doesn’t want to see him again.

Paul surely had broken the best thing he’d ever had in his life. 

Flake holds him at his elbow and Paul slowly turns back to him again. He’s ashamed of his tears, but he also can’t help it. This is his first heartbreak. Flake doesn’t look angry, he looks confused. A bit frustrated maybe.

“What if… what if I don’t want to pretend that you’re her?” Flake asks then and Paul sniffles.

“It’s okay. I understand, I’m sorry that I made it weird,” Paul answers, but Flake is already shaking his head. This time it’s Paul who frowns, especially when Flake is smiling so cutely at him again.

“No you don’t get it. I want to kiss you. I wanted that for years,” Flake says and Paul gasps. For two seconds he’s sure that Flake is just lying because he’d seen how sad Paul had been, but Flake would never do that.

“Really?” Paul whispers, his voice barely able to speak words. 

“Yeah. I’m pretty much in love with you,” Flake says and he carefully wipes Paul’s tears away. Paul leans into the touch and slowly he starts to smile again. The damn gingerbread heart is still around Flake’s neck. He looks so cute.

“I’m in love with you too,” Paul answers and he can’t help but giggle. He’s glad that no one is really paying them attention, but he blushes anyway. Damn.

Normally Paul is known for being a feisty little shit, but right now he just feels like he’s sixteen again and scared of his first kiss. Since when is he so shy?

“So about the kiss…,” Flake says, but he seems nervous too. Paul smiles.

“Please kiss me,” Paul whispers and then Flake finally does. Paul gasps against his lips. Flake is still tasting like the sweets they had tried and Paul puts his arms around Flake’s neck, pulling him closer.

Flake has to bend down a bit to kiss him, so Paul gets up to his tip toes and then Flake tilts his head a bit and pushes his tongue into his mouth. Paul is sure that he just died and went to heaven.

They do have to breathe though and Flake breaks the kiss. His lips are all red. 

“A-and did you like your date?” Paul asks, he’s surely blushing pretty badly himself. Flake takes his hand back into his own again.

“Yeah. It was the best first date ever and I hope I’ll get a second one,” Flake says grinning so widely, that Paul has to laugh as well.

“Of course you get a second one. Lots of dates. All the dates you wish for,” Paul babbles and Flake kisses him quiet again.

That works pretty well.

#paulake #reeshyzadventcalendar

[butchcraftwrites]

Me again! For the fe3h asks ,how about your favourite student from the golden deer?

Oooo for this one, I am going Lorenz!

First impression: HATRED. I HATED HIM SO MUCH. The VERY WORST MAN. WITH THE VERY WORST HAIRCUT. I used to have Marianne heal him a lot, because I had him on lance, and his romance with her SHOT through the roof and I HATED it because I was trying to pair her with Ignatz and he was LEAGUES behind. My roommate at the time, who does not play Fire Emblem, had to deal with me screaming about how much I hated this trilby-wearing nice-guy for about three days time. And then the time skip happened.

Impression now: Lorenz, my sweet baby boy. My son. My child. If I were to ever have a child, I wish him to be as sweet and thoughtful as you. I wish for him to grow to learn to understand boundaries and to respect the differences of those around him. I think Lorenz displays such wonderful character growth and one can only blame him for having a stupid haircut in Part 1; he does, after all, idolize his father. And his father will eternally wish to speak to the manager.

Favorite moment: When he and Ferdinand are arguing over who is the Most Noble in 3 Hopes. How it starts as grossly noble gentlemanly etiquette and soon turns into a full-on blood bath. I also love his A-support conversations with Marianne. They show how far he has come as a person.

Idea for a story: Pffff. I don't... have one? It's pretty rare that I come up with fic ideas for male characters to be honest... a genuine character flaw of mine is that I am So Into Ladies that I don't write enough well rounded male characters, nor do I give them well thought out plot lines. I should... work on that a bit, actually.

Unpopular opinion: I... honestly don't know what opinions are popular and which ones are unpopular. I think the fact that he's my favorite Golden Deer character is already an unpopular opinion, in of itself.

Favorite relationship: Him with Marianne. Also an unpopular opinion. They're just. They're cute okay.

Favorite headcanon: Lorenz grew out his hair in an act of rebellion against his thus far life ambition to walk exactly in his father's footsteps. If he never spent that year at Garreg Mach, he'd probably still have that same stupid hair style he had in the beginning of the game.

#fe3h lorenz #lorenz #ask

[dmclemblems]

I'll ask you 1 and 2 in return! :D

Which of your fics would you keep the basic plot of but rewrite completely?

I don't know if I'd rewrite it completely, but my first chaptered dmcl fic, probably mostly. The worst part is that it's still ongoing but I don't have the willpower to redo 33k words. I'll probably do minor tweaks or something at some point, but there's a lot of it I'm unhappy with. It's a CF AU and I still want to go with that plot, but

I was trying to stay true to at least part of CF... which meant... Rodrigue died. 0/10 do not recommend.

Ingrid also died but I'm more distraught that I let Rodrigue die and I may never be whole again.

I don't think I focused enough on Claude slipping up with his identity (barring his real name). While it technically would happen the same way, I don't think I put enough... weight to how much Love Made Him Stupid. I was planning to focus on it in the upcoming chapter, but I really think it comes across as a bit less of a big deal to him than I intended for it to. Basically Dimitri wanted everyone to know they were together, and with it being the first time Claude had fallen in love, he was less alert about politics and such, because woooo new feelings and Dimi accepting him no matter what, so he felt more fearless about it. After it was out in the open he ends up regretting it and talks to Lorenz about it in the chapter that is currently a wip, but my main issue with all of it overall is that I feel like I glossed over the fact that Claude let himself go, which was because he wanted Dimitri to be happy and he felt like between the two of them that they could actually get to the future Claude was fighting for. It was basically like... he felt like it could actually happen for sure now, and he's intentionally (by the writing, not from his perspective) supposed to drop the bomb too early than he would actually be comfortable with. Like, you wanna do something and you actually believe for that moment that you can, but you forget patience because something made you motivated and happy for it and you just kinda ??? fuckin oopsie ??? So yeah, that... has kinda been part of what has kept me from continuing that fic for so long now lmao. I wanted to fill in those gaps before continuing with the fic because they feel too important to leave out.

I wanted to implement Sylvix into the fic more than I have so far. I mean okay sure, it's only three chapters so far so it's not like I don't have time, but I was worried about my wordcount and cut an entire Dimitri+Sylvix bonding scene over them anguishing about Ingrid and Rodrigue. I kept part of it, but I chopped out a pretty decent chunk. I might still write it in a later chapter, but I wish I'd done it when I'd originally planned to.

Rodrigue tho.

Anything that you'd like to write but feel like you're unable to?

Darker, more mature themed AUs. Things probably bordering on dead dove, maybe not quite, but the thing stopping me is that I keep being like, no, I have to write everyone in character. Obviously that prevents me from going past certain boundaries, because in my mind if it feels ooc (even if it's not by the context of the fic), I start backtracking. If I can't find a probable way for something to happen then I usually don't write it. Unfortunately in this case pretty much any instance of dead dove or anything bordering that for most characters in the Fodlan series would be ooc anyway technically, and it keeps me from actually writing any ideas.

I can read that stuff just fine and I enjoy fics I've read that definitely ignore canonical personality boundaries, but for some reason I still struggle to write those things.

Honestly, anything that feels ooc is a struggle to write, and by ooc I don't mean just their characterization or personality, but things they would or wouldn't do. think like, i don't know, byleth as a telemarketer. i would have no idea how do that. now yuri, i could make him a telemarketer, but byleth? confusion. but hey, maybe you could write a telemarketer yuri calls byleth and that's how they met and hooked up jfkhsiuftg

#sevarixblogs #dying in all the aus i could be trying to write but can't write bc they ''feel too ooc'' #like girl wtf it's a fckn AY YEW it's a ctrl+alt+uni it doesn't matter #like... would they do this in tree hooses? nuh? GREAT BC IT DOESN'T MATTER IT'S AN AY YEWLIGAN #maybe i can finally get past it if i just do this one horrible idea i had and yolo it so hard that ooc can't hurt me anymore #DCE Ask

[justrandomselfships]

Lorenz Supports with my S/I!

I'm treating her like a playable character so welp... She will have more romantic endings than JUST Sylvain... But Sylvain is my only romantic F/O for fe3h!

While I would love to write endings I just can't think of any good ones :x maybe someday I'll add them.

Also @loverboysnufkin suggested that I go with either Leonie or Lorenz first so welp I decided to go for Lorenz first and then Leonie second.

C support:

Lorenz: Heather, it's a pleasure to see you.

Heather: Greetings Lorenz... Is there anything you need from me?

Lorenz: As a matter of fact I believe it's the opposite.

Heather: Huh?... I don't think I follow?

Lorenz: I heard about your troubles with your noble duties.

Lorenz: And I believe I am one of the best people who can help you adjust to your role.

Heather: So that's what you wanted all along...

Heather: Lorenz, I'm sorry but you'll only waste your time with me.

Heather: My sister will take care of everything. Nobody will gain anything by associating with me.

Lorenz: But you're marrying into another family, right?

Lorenz: You'll have to know how to act in order to make things work. So far you only failed, no?

Lorenz: As far as I'm concerned you managed to drive away all of your suitors.

Heather: That'd be because I did it on purpose.

Lorenz: Pardon?

Heather: Just leave me be, I don't need to explain myself to you.

B support:

Heather: ...

Heather: Oh Lorenz, you're here. I was looking for you.

Heather: I'm so sorry for snapping at you.

Lorenz: Hmpf, I suppose there is no harm in accepting your apology.

Lorenz: But could you at least tell me what do you despise so much about your position?

Heather: I'm just yet to meet a noble who is interested in me who isn't a creep. I honestly don't think so highly of marriage but I'd prefer to have someone pleasant to be around.

Heather: I know that I shouldn't by any means be picky...

Lorenz: You needn't explain yourself any further. I understand the desire to find a suitable match.

Heather: You do? And here I thought most nobles just cared for power and titles.

Lorenz: Why of course that is also important, but having a good connection with your spouse is just as important.

Lorenz: That's why I'm making an effort and looking for a wife myself instead of waiting for any woman to just show up.

Heather: You're right...

Lorenz: Of course I am.

Heather: I always thought that I just don't have a say in the matter you know?

Heather: But either way things still are different for you and I. You're confident and you have what it takes to approach women.

Lorenz: Well, I won't deny that you do lack confidence. But you have a lot going for yourself.

Heather: Like what?...

Heather: You know what- nevermind that was a stupid question.

Lorenz: But I'm still happy to answer it.

Lorenz: I consider you to be a kind woman, one that is honest and cares deeply about well being of others.

Lorenz: Of course your flaw lies with the fact that you tend to be brutally honest... But I'm sure a lot of men appreciate that.

Heather: Hearing praise from you means a lot. You prove me wrong yet again, I thought you were just saying stuff but you actually backed up your statement.

Heather: I guess in that case I might as well look for someone on my own for once... Thanks Lorenz.

Lorenz: Do keep me updated on the matter won't you? I'm quite interested who you might find suitable for yourself.

Heather: I'll do that only if you do the same.

A support:

Lorenz: How was your search going?

Heather: Considering that we're at war I had no time for husband hunting. Instead I was just recently introduced to another suitor.

Lorenz: I can only hope that things are going well?

Heather: You couldn't be more wrong... That man is insane.

Heather: But he'll lose interest sooner or later. I'll make sure of it.

Lorenz: I can only hope you won't do anything reckless.

Heather: I've done it a tons of times before. I just need to know what he's after and then I'll use it against him.

Lorenz: I see...

Heather: Is everything okay?

Lorenz: I was only wondering, what exactly are you looking for in a partner?

Heather: Someone who treats me as an individual, it'd be nice if they knew their way with words and...

Heather: Um... Someone who is a lot like you now that I think about it.

Lorenz: Since I'm a lot like me, how about-

Heather: Are you p-proposing to me!?

Lorenz: I suppose you could call it that.

Heather: Why though? Aren't I totally unsuited for a noble position? You said yourself that I'm failing at it.

Lorenz: Just because you failed at it doesn't mean you can't improve.

Lorenz: And right now I'm not thinking about that either way. I suppose you have... Charmed me... In a way.

Lorenz: Ever since I listened all those things about you I kept thinking of more things I should've said instead and before I knew it...

Heather: Oh... I see.

Heather: While I won't say I feel nothing towards you at all... I need time to think this through okay?

Lorenz: Naturally, I'll wait for as long as you need.

#My self insert #my s/i #S/i #Self insert #Heather support chain

[mysticdragon3md3]

There's nothing sadder than seeing someone falling out of love with your ship...and actually relating so hard to their reasons.😥

Aw, I'm sorry. But I do understand. Honestly, I agree with (https://www.tumblr.com/hydrangeatattoo/707009111255040000/ive-fallen-so-hard-out-of-love-with-dimiclaude). I'd say something supportive to them, but they turned off Reblogs and Replies. I don't blame them. FE3H fandom in general has taught me to hide all my thoughts on the series. To that end, I love those new Tumblr features, and I never tag my own fandom thoughts #FE3H or #dimiclaude anymore. Anyway, I'm too dumb to know what condolences to say.😔

Most of the dimiclaude posts, that I see, are from people who love Dimitri more than Claude, and it shows. I recently got so fed up with all the posts about people being entertained with teasing and bringing Claude down, that I had to call for different Dimiclaude shippers to Follow, who love Claude more than Dimitri, since apparently most Dimiclaude shippers are the reverse. (https://mysticdragon3md3.tumblr.com/post/705072918993977344/if-any-dimiclaude-shippers-out-there-have-a-lean) Even the Dimiclaude fanfics I read and love, demean Claude and get a lot of "humor" from humiliating him. How does Claude get portrayed coming out of ANY conversation, not at an advantage, when he is canonically CHARACTERIZED by his silver tongue? Especially against FELIX of all people! Why do half the side characters' interactions with Claude seem to be just about teasing him and making him look stupid? Yes, he's "ha-ha meme lord" and can take a joke. But what makes Claude amazing is how masterfully he can roll with even insults and ATTEMPTS to humiliate him, and turn even those to his advantage. Just look at his canonical FE3H Support with Lorenz! Regardless, I love Claude too much to get enjoyment from watching him being demeaned or other characters frequently trying to take him down a notch.

I'm becoming fed up with headcanon posts favoring the ship dynamic of "eternally annoying each other". Honestly, I don't like Dimiclaude being annoyed with each other, nor bullying each other. I was already shocked, months ago, back in July 2022 (https://mysticdragon3md3.tumblr.com/post/691033633004322816/feel-kind-of-bad-for-the-algorithm-it-finally) and December 2022, when I found so many people had that "eternally annoying each other" interpretation of Dimiclaude. Them just being constantly biting and bullying to each other, as if annoying each other was peak "affection". But I don't like that type of "romantic tension". Now I understand that they didn't mean that antagonistic ship dynamic as a portrayal of "ideal affection", but as "entertainment". But it's not MY idea of "entertaining"…maybe for a second or 2, for a laugh, but it's not the headcanon posts that I constantly want to see and the portrayals I want in the fanfics I read.

I like couples whose affections express through kindness for each other. Not the grade school "tug on the pigtails of the girl you like" immaturity. That always felt mean to me. I think I'm the type who would much rather watch things to admire, rather than things that entertain through conflict, melodrama, and artificial antagonism. To me, Dimiclaude were just sweet to each other, and that was my favorite ship dynamic to watch. What happened to their canon portrayal in FE3H, where Dimitri was always ready to believe the best in Claude, while Claude kept trying to poke holes in Dimitri, only to find Dimitri actually lived up to Claude's ideals? THAT'S the Dimiclaude I want to see more of. Not necessarily whatever they degenerated into in 3Hopes and Engage. That was just some silly AU. I want to have faith that their FE3H dynamic is still underneath all that 3Hopes/GoldenWildfire and Engage irritation with each other. I want the FE3H Dimitri who readily recognizes Claude hiding his own non-malicious and benign intentions, and shifts instead into admiring Claude's cleverness. I want the FE3H Claude who keeps trying to test Dimitri (trying to ruffle up Dimitri with words during mock battles, joking about poisoning opponents in order to win the Battle of Eagle & Lion, etc.), only to be pleasantly surprised that Dimitri really is that good and dependable of a person (Dimitri admiring Claude's unserious words during the mock battle as distraction strategy, Dimitri praising Claude after mock battles, Dimitri saying he looks forward to Claude's cleverness, Dimitri just being very quick to move past Claude's self-deprecating, suspicious bait, and instead moving to believe the best about Claude instead). I want Azure Moon FE3H Claude who sees that Dimitri could be a piece towards bringing about the type of ideal world that Claude dreams of (Claude drops the games and speaks to Dimitri as someone who could help bring about Claude's dream of a more compassionate world, by advising Dimitri with Strength to move past his own demons, and literally arming Dimitri with symbols of trust to help his future struggles).

But I suppose I stayed in denial, so I could stay in the fandom and its communal enjoyment of Dimiclaude. I initially tried to convince myself that Dimiclaude could have some light teasing. Dimitri, is, after all, pretty rigid and it is fun to make him blush or startled out of his box. And Claude can be silly and can canonically take a joke. So when everyone fangirled over 3Hopes turning Dimiclaude against each other then having antagonistic banter, and when Engage portrayed Dimitri as simply annoyed and exasperated with Claude---even suspicious of the worst intentions from Claude's frequent interrupting of his stories (very different from FE3H Dimitri)---I just smiled along, "They're not actually THAT annoyed with each other. They're just being funny in this instance." And admittedly, communally laughing with the fandom about that was fun. I even posted these to join in on fangirling: (https://mysticdragon3md3.tumblr.com/post/707133028252680192/3-flavors-of-fe-dimiclaude-1-fe-engage-dimitri) (https://mysticdragon3md3.tumblr.com/post/707149650395840512/3-types-of-dimiclaude-1-fe-engage-dimiclaude) As more time passes in this fandom, I've found myself just giving too much leeway and hoping too much that most Dimiclaude shippers aren't actually frequently spitting out headcanons that portray Dimitri as annoyed with Claude, while they laugh about headcanons demeaning Claude. I wanted a sense of community to fangirl with. But I don't think I can with this side of the fandom anymore. That's why I finally started unFollowing people in December 2022, even though they were also Dimiclaude shippers. (https://mysticdragon3md3.tumblr.com/post/705072918993977344/if-any-dimiclaude-shippers-out-there-have-a-lean)

I know that we can all have different interpretations of a ship. (I remember shipping AkiRyu as having a cool sapiosexual/sweetheart dynamic, whereas most of the fandom portrayed the as 2 idiots being stupid together.) But when the majority of posts THAT I SEE from other people in this same ship, seem to a be an opposing portrayal, that ALSO happens to coincide with one of my pet peeves (Bullying), then I not only lose my patience, but my place in the fandom. I begin to feel like me and my increasingly seemingly niche interpretation of Dimiclaude don't belong here. I look back at my posts from July 2022 (https://mysticdragon3md3.tumblr.com/post/691033633004322816/feel-kind-of-bad-for-the-algorithm-it-finally) and (https://mysticdragon3md3.tumblr.com/post/691036504488902656/half-the-time-i-go-to-the-dimiclaude-tag-it-makes), and I begin to really feel like my interpretation of Dimiclaude finds no comradery in the fandom. ;_; Now I see that we have completely different interpretations of the same ship, and my preferred headcanons for Dimiclaude's relationship dynamic may even be niche. The longer this goes on, the more this ship fandom makes me feel isolated, because I can't connect to a community like this, unless I continue lying to myself about agreeing with what's fun about this ship.

I have to ether abandon this ship and this FE3H fandom, OR abandon communal Dimiclaude fangirling, to instead enjoy Dimiclaude through my own interpretations alone. Unless of course, I can find other Dimiclaude shippers who love Claude and supportive affection dynamics as much as I do. But if hydrangeatattoo's post is any indication, relatable Dimiclaude shippers are choosing to abandon the ship. So I find myself echoing my previous post (https://mysticdragon3md3.tumblr.com/post/705072918993977344/if-any-dimiclaude-shippers-out-there-have-a-lean): I just want to Follow people who want to adore Claude on a pedestal, vs teasing and bringing him down constantly. I just want to Follow more people who adore Claude the way that Claudeleth shippers adore Claude. I wish Dimiclaude shippers adored Claude the way that Claudeleth shippers adore Claude.

I thought that was all the venting I wanted to get off my chest, but then I wrote this: https://at.tumblr.com/mysticdragon3md3/a-long-time-ago-i-broke-up-with-my-best-friend/bz3sxi8owfre

#shipping #relatable #KhalidMitya #fe3hfuukasetsugetsu #personal fandom records #reactions #confused with myself #processing thoughts #personal preferences #relationship dynamics

[fireemblems24]

Golden Wildfire Ch 8

Spoilers for GW up to Ch 8 below.

STORY

Shahid may as well have been called "plot tool" lol.

Are Claude and Edelgard going to make some kind of Alliance now? I hope he's not stupid about it.

Claude's like maybe attacking the larger, richer country with more soldiers and resources wasn't a good idea, lamo. As much as I loved punching the Empire for once rather than just always fighting defensively, Claude really picked up the stupid stick.

It hurts every time I see Judith.

Man, I don't like how they retconned Gloucester. He's getting treated like a saint now. It's so weird. I feel like they softened up a lot of people, and I'm not sure i like it.

Haha, at least he called the Empire foolish for starting a two-front war.

CAMP

Oh, wow, no side missions. I have two paralogues unlocked though, so I'll probably do those.

Honestly, I'm a bit relieved. These levels take forever and I'm not even putting time into plotting builds or anything. I def want to replay AG one day where I put more time into just building out all my favs.

Honestly, part of me is tempted to drop AG and speed run SB and GW (which are both really boring so far, sorry) so that way I can just blow through them and take my time with AG, but I can't imagine not going back to AG to keep me going lol.

I'll just do an indulgent, S-Rank everything, unlock all the everything AG type run later.

MARIANNE & BERNADETTA B SUPPORT

Not who I would've picked to support Marianne, but I can see it.

Yep, this is as awkward as you would've guessed with neither sure what to say and lots of just "..." and "ums."

Bernie finally breaks the silence talking about pretty bugs. Marianne is into the conversation since she's a Disney princess animal lover. And Bernie just like creepy things.

Then it dies. And Marianne struggles to find another topic and talks about the sunrise.

In the end they had a successful conversation. Since I support Marianne having friends, I support this.

LORENZ & BALTHUS C SUPPORT

So why does Balthus get a support with Lorenz, but not Hilda?

Balthus asked Lorenz about a Claude investigation, but Lorenz doesn't know much about it.

Lorenz thinks Balthus' father is behind the questions. Balthus is doing it for money, unsurprisingly.

Lorenz puts down Balthus as a corrupt commoner, but Balthus is secretly a commoner, which doesn't surprise me since Hilda and Holst are his buddies.

Lamo, Balthus said Lorenz says whatever just pops into his head. Doesn't sound like a compliment.

BALTHUS, HOLST, & HILDA PARALOGUE

I'm using two of the three, so this shouldn't be too bad. I can make Balthus an adjunct.

Balthus is hiding from someone, then turns around and asks Hilda and Shez for money. Hilda encourages him to pay them back. Then Balthus leaves.

Holst arrives and bothers Shez about bothering Hilda. Then they catch him up about Balthus.

Balthus sounds like an absolute nightmare and asshole of a person, ngl. He steals from people, fights, and drinks. Hilda and Holst can do better.

Oh, shit. The goal is to rescue Balthus, so I can't just rescue him? But the Golden Deer are basically broke, so IDK if I can level him up enough to survive.

So his stepmother sent assassins after him because she wants her younger son to lead instead. Honestly, don't blame her for that last half, but big yikes.

Ok, that wasn't too bad since I got to control Balthus pretty quickly.

Balthus seem wholly unbothered by his step-mother trying to kill him. He talks about it like she's throwing a tantrum, lol.

Did Balthus' real mom raise Shez?

LEONIE & SHAMIR PARALOGUE

Welp, they didn't get a support this time, but they got this at least. Feels bad Shamir didn't get one with Cyril, but I don't think the poor dude is even playable this time around.

Shamir is trying to pull a mysterious vanishing act and Shez can guess what she's up too including romantic rendezvous, fighting, or drinking. See, this is why Catherine and Shamir are meant for each other.

Ohhh, Shamir is breaking up with someone.

Not a former lover, though. A noble who has an infatuation with her and is threatening her if she doesn't come back. Shamir plans on just dealing with it herself.

Lamo, Shamir doesn't mind killing them.

Leonie is leveled up, but not Shamir, so Leonie will just tout her around.

Shamir burned the captain bad - "You're still alive. I guess it's true only the good die young." Like, damn, woman.

They sent a whole army against Shamir lol.

Cool to see three mercenary women all talking mercenary stuff.

Wait, WHAT? A WOMAN is the one after Shamir. Go off, Fire Emblem.

Leonie, my sweet summer child, has no idea what Shamir was alluding to. That's Caspar/Hilda support levels of naive, except Leonie's older lamo.

MAIN BATTLE/STORY

Short chapter this time around, which is nice. I saw it's the same for Scarlet Blaze in chapter 9. I'm assuming Azure Gleam will get a chapter like this too, except that time I'll be bummed.

Shahid has no personality outside of bloodthirsty idiot.

So Shahid has no clue that Claude is in the army he's attacking. So Edelgard is the only one the writers don't make kill their own family. Claude and Dimitri are just built for angst.

Yep, here's a cut scene where poor Claude gets to kill family now. He should've just let Shez do it. Cool cut scene though.

Claude thought he wouldn't feel bad about it, but he does. That's just being human, Claude.

Lorenz is like a whole ass 10 levels ahead of everyone else. Dude is a monster in this game.

Will the Golden Deer actually learn Claude is from Almyra this time? Claude lied again, saying he just went there for political stuff and that's why he meant Nader. Ah, well, maybe later on.

Shahid really was just a plot tool in the end. He had no personality and was just the evil prince from Almyra that makes it easy to wrap that up with a nice bow.

Lamo, Raphael gets closer to figuring it out about Claude than anyone else. Perfect.

Arval is like ugh, why are they celebrating? There's still a war going on. Arval is a party pooper, confirmed.

Claude feeling bad because he killed Shahid, which would have more weight if Shahid was an actual character.

Arval doesn't trust Claude, but I swear if I hear the word "scheme" in a Claude route one more time, I'm going to scream.

xxx

#golden wildfire #fire emblem #fire emblem three hopes #three hopes #three hopes spoilers #golden wildfire spoilers

[berrymeter]

so the past week all ive been doing is play okami then fire emblem three houses ( and pause for a little while to watch the 2gether episode ) so that’s where my attention lies

#perth.txt #yes i abandoned animal crossing for okami and fire emblem #ill pick it up again today i promise i promise #but god fe.......... #spoilers for the blue lions route i think but #i for real thought dedue was dead and all of a sudden he popped up??? #i CRIED #and then 2 minutes later lorenz is so sad seeing me on the battlefield #and IM SO SAD BC I DONT WANNA KILL MY STUDENT #and then i get the choice to recruit him #god my god the EMOTIONS i fucking DIED #fe3h rlly is impeccable save for ingrid's racism and the romances #also no i will never go the black eagles route fuck edelgard <3 #idek why i dislike her so much i just do... but dont think that means i love dimitri #hes stupid and annoying as hell and i feel abt him the same way felix does #moonie assigned me felix kinnie that might explain things #also i wanna romance rodrigue hes my fe3h dilf

[agent-cupcake]

As a resident Claudefucker, I know am curious to know what our fave charming schemer is doing during this Mafia!AU. He'd look lovely in a suit.

~It was quite the headline when Godfrey Riegan died. The details are a little hazy, a little convenient, but people don't talk about that sort of thing. Car accidents are common. Tragic, but not unreasonable. There’s no reason to smear a man’s perfectly respectable political career for the sake of some sensational gossip.

~In the right circles, however, there was a huge uproar, questions about who was going to take over the Riegan family when the elderly boss Oswald died. The Riegan’s had been dominating Leicester for quite some time, but a lot of people began to predict that the Gloucester family was going to move in. They had powerful friends, it seemed. Friends with money, no less.

~Claude Riegan, grandson of Oswald, appeared out of nowhere just when he was needed. Stories of the lost daughter Tiana still circulated, sure, but there were still a lot of questions about Claude’s origins when nobody except Oswald were able to vouch for him. He obviously had military leadership experience—his skill with guns and ability to lead was just too excellent for any other explanation—but he dismissed the question out of hand. There’s no documentation of him, either, leading some to wonder if even his name was false. But Oswald said he was family, and that was that.

~Claude was quick to establish himself, in any case. Despite his cavalier attitude, his efficacy in overhauling the power dynamics of Leicester were profound.  

~He decided, first and foremost, that the way to win the people over was to invigorate the local culture, which had seen a sharp decline as a result of new laws that were unfavorable to business, Adrestia’s growing market monopolies, and the bad reputation of the red light district Ailell. This included some perfectly legitimate campaigning and some under the table type schemes. 

~The result was a flourishing Derdriu Street. While it lacks the prestige of Enbarr Square in Adrestia, it welcomes entertainment that would be considered too “low brow” like comedy, trendy new restaurants, and music venues. Even better, all of it is built on the recently cleaned up river. The Riegan family is involved in all of  it, of course. 

~Casino owner Claude. This exists solely to thirst but maybe it was preexisting and he took it over due to its poor management? If there’s going to be gambling anyway, it should be done right. The extra money’s not so bad, either. But, Claude lounging in a big leather chair in a dark blue blazer with gold brocade, his white shirt unbuttoned low enough to see enough his chest. Enough to make you drool. Enough that you’d definitely get caught staring and probably called out for it because he can’t help himself. Claude with his elbows on the arm rests and fingers folded in front of him as he considers you, gold rings winking because he’s just that ostentatious and appearances are important. Claude asking you how you feel about taking risks in a way that really feels like it has nothing to do with cards, staring at you with a friendly smile that doesn’t meet those calculating eyes—eyes that you know will pick up on every tell. 

~Claude also struck a deal with the Kupala Distillery. They’d been fighting to keep hold of their historic business for years, and Claude offered to help them with that. You know, not for free, but he’s good at making deals that leave everybody happy. 

~The second biggest thing he tackled was the drug trade. For the most part, no one family had ever had a complete handle on that market. The Goneril’s had a hold over the docks for years, but the Edmunds had been moving in and working with the Gloucester family to bolster their power. Distribution was scattered and hard to keep track of as it ultimately circulated wherever there was a profit to be made. Looking at it like this, Claude decided that the only way to fix things was to take control over all of it. In his line of work, shady things like the drug trade are impossible to avoid. At the very least, if he has control over it, he can ensure the product is clean and expel far more unsavory ventures.

~Through these escapades, Claude was able to make alliances with all of the major families. A lot of them had only remained loyal to the Gloucester family out of fear so as soon as they had an alternative, they bolted. This has an unfortunate side effect of revealing how his power is perceived. Every day is a balancing act for Claude. He allows each family to function as they please as long as they’re aware they do so at his mercy. It’s better to keep friends than to control enemies, but even that requires a delicate maneuvering of power.

~However, Claude likes the conflict. He enjoys the game and he especially enjoys winning the game. There’s a certain level of his excusing amorality for the sake of his family and Leicester, but there’s an equal part of him that understands his wrongdoings and deals with it separately. He wouldn’t hold to the naïve “ends justify the means” idea to excuse himself, but he would still argue that his actions have value and are even necessary. If it weren’t him, it would be somebody a lot worse than him. That’s probably something that would linger in the back of everybody’s minds whenever they shook his hand or paid their respects, whenever they began to think of how easy it would be to take him out. Fear, too. So far, Claude’s never done anything shockingly bad, only what was necessary. But with his power and intellect, it’s always a question of what he could do.

~If someone asked him that, Claude would smile that friendly smile and tell them that he would do anything to see his vision made real. Whether or not that’s true remains to be seen. 

~Luckily, Claude’s not alone! Hilda is the stereotypical crime family princess. She joined Claude because he offered her freedom from the overbearing control of her father and brother. Her skill in manipulating everybody around her combined with her reputation as a ditzy rich girl makes her fantastic at gathering information, assuming Claude can get her to do so. But, as long as he’s not being too forceful, she’s surprisingly motivated to weave her way through social circles and charm everyone. Although she would never say it, the order he brought to Leicester, not to mention the entertainment, made everything a lot better for her and her family. Plus, she likes being useful after spending her entire life watching Holst give his heart and soul to family while she did nothing. Ultimately, the information she provides is essential and her relationship with Claude is one of the few either have that’s built on trust, respect, and loyalty. That said, sometimes even Claude gets a little shiver as he watches how easily Hilda can manipulate people.  

~Lorenz was one of Claude’s most disdainful detractors, although a part of that was jealousy. Claude just swept in and did things that Lorenz had been waiting and planning to do once he became the head of the Gloucester family. Even after being on the receiving ends of such vicious attacks, once Claude undeniably had the upper hand in Leicester, he went behind the Gloucester boss’s back to Lorenz and told him that they were going to be friends or enemies, it was Lorenz’s choice. Not threatening him, just pointing out that the fall of the Gloucester family was inevitable under his father’s leadership and that Lorenz didn’t have to suffer for his father’s sins. Probably over mimosas and brunch. Lorenz is proud and has no appreciation for Claude, but he’s not stupid. After they worked out their disagreements and more or less accepted each other, Lorenz and Claude became pretty close. Claude knows that having someone to openly and aggressively disagree with him isn’t a bad thing. Not only that, but Lorenz’s a solid ally with a better grasp on some of the things Claude has difficulty with due to not being a native. Lorenz is willing to admit that Claude is a good leader.

~Marianne is well educated in the realm of the law and political action. The reason the Edmund family saw such success despite their lesser status was because of her adopted father’s genius. which he made sure to share with Marianne. She is invaluable in aiding Claude on the perfectly legitimate side of his business, and helping him hide his tracks for the shady stuff. Raphael is the muscle. Lysithea is a computer genius. Being a sickly shut in with issues that only recently saw treatment, she’s on the Mr. Robot level of hacker mode activated. Ignatz is an architect which is useful since so much of Claude’s power is in the property and infrastructure. He also designed a lot of places to have some neat-o hidey holes. Claude loves buildings that have secrets. Leonie is manages a lot of the physical and pettier side of the work. If someone’s stirring up trouble, she’s likely to pay them a visit as a warning before Claude has to get involved. She used to be a mercenary but being on Claude’s payroll is a lot better of a gig.    

~As for the suits, one thing is very important. Claude would not, under any circumstances, wear something tight on his thighs. I actually kind of like the idea of him going for a 1980′s style modernized. In his post timeskip outfit, he’s already got a hint of that going on with how oversized his outfit looks. The 80′s (rightfully) gets a bad rep for fashion, but it’s also very iconic with those wide-collared suit jackets, matchy-matchy three piece suits, sportscoats with a fun patterned shirt underneath, open blazers, pleated pants with an oversized jacket, and—in particular—the trend of summer suits in shades of tan and cream with colored shirts underneath. Then, combine that with a pair of Ray-Ban Aviators and a topless convertible and you’ve got a distinctly recognizable mob boss who doubles as a devastating heartthrob. I’m not saying he’d do a 1:1 recreation, but you’d definitely see references to the fashion of the era in his outfits. He would wear oxfords or ankle boots. Whatever it was, they’d have to be comfortable. He also doesn’t shy away from jewelry. The earring, of course, and rings when he's feeling particularly decadent. When he’s wearing his shirts unbuttoned Claude could possibly wear a gold chain. I mean, what are you gonna say, no? That gold doesn’t look gorgeous against his skin? That it’s tacky? You’re talking to the man who wore quilted pants. Claude’s not afraid to stand out because he knows he will anyway, nor is he afraid to be seen as unfashionable because he doesn’t particularly care about trends. I also enjoy the idea of him emulating the 80′s as someone who didn’t grow up in a western culture and thus mainly saw things through the lens of movies. Whatever he wears, however, he would look very handsome.

#claude von riegan #fe claude #claude von riegan headcanons #fe claude headcanons #claude von riegan x reader #fe claude x reader #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #headcanons #did i put too much thought into this? yes #do i regret it? a little #but this has been festering in my mind

[raspberryranpo]

cuddle headcanons for the golden deer if you don’t mind, please and thanks! :)

cuddling headcanons

fire emblem three houses: golden deer

it’s lorenz’s birthday on the 13th of june & i’m making sure that everyone knows about it. it’s lorenz’s birthday on the 13th of june

CLAUDE

number one cuddler & i do not take any criticism. claude has the nicest arms to be held in and the nicest chest to lean on

will blow raspberries into your neck or your stomach (depending on how he’s lying) just to get a laugh out of you

cuddles with claude always end in a tickle fight or a laughing fit, no more and no less

likes to have you on top of him, holding your face in his neck or his chest, and you can even hold his waist too

will laugh at you if you try to get up because he knows it’s futile

LORENZ

he’s really stiff at first because he’s never actually held someone like this before, so you’ll just have to bear with him

mindlessly talks about his day and how stupid claude was acting that day, and in turn he’ll ask you a few questions about your day too

eventually he gets the hang of it + finds that he enjoys holding you from behind, and secretly he also enjoys being held from behind too

gently leaves butterfly kisses on your neck when neither of you are talking and when you’re both slowly falling asleep

lorenz always falls asleep first and it’s always really funny because his mouth hangs open & he snores really loudly. it’s so ungraceful compared to how he normally acts

HILDA

good luck not getting caught on her hair - it always manages to get caught on your pyjamas or any jewellery you’ve left on

definitely prefers to be the one being held because even when it’s just the two of you, hilda enjoys playing the weak maiden, simply because she loves seeing you as the strong and powerful knight

she said this out loud at some point and it was so ridiculously awkward. you both burst into laughter at the long silence & she ran straight into your arms, trying to hide her face

vents about how much she despises how annoying lorenz is or how lysithea is too stubborn to admit that she’s actually not half as cold as she wants to be

turns around and starts poking and pulling at your face, even if you’re asleep, simply because she’s bored & you’re cute

LYSITHEA

will outright refuse to cuddle you at first because she’s not cute and she isn’t soft and she definitely is not interested in affection at all

eventually she comes running to you because she heard thunder outside, or she thought that there was a ghost in the hallway

not much of a cuddler in general, really, but she likes just holding your hand or huddling into your side eating cake

make sure not to make fun of her if she falls asleep because she’ll never come back into your room ever again. she just can’t help falling asleep in your arms

MARIANNE

the only way she’ll ever cuddle you was if a) you’re both married, or b) something very bad just happened

let’s say that something very bad has just happened. perhaps she wasn’t able to save somebody and has been completely out of it all day, bless her soul

at the end of the day, she’ll come running to you, in tears and unable to hold herself together or form any words - the only way to get her to calm down is to hold her until she stops

which is a very long time, but it’s fortunate that marianne is literally the most comfortable person to cuddle (other than claude) & she has such a gentle hold on you. so gentle

she’ll gently play with your hair or your hands until she feels as though she can speak, gently pressing her lips to your neck and every finger

RAPHAEL

this man comes a close third. has big, strong arms that can lift anyone of any size up & he’ll hold you anywhere you’d like

actually likes being held because all he ever does is do the holding - he enjoys being the one being held for once

he loves having you on his back or on his chest because either way you feel like a little koala & he thinks it’s the cutest thing

whenever he holds you standing up, he’ll bury his face into your hair & tell you how nice it smells. he doesn’t see the problem with that and thinks he’s being nice

IGNATZ

also enjoys being held because he just can’t bring himself to hold you. he feels so bad about having sweaty hands too & is constantly worrying about whether he smells bad or not

loves it when you come up behind him whilst he’s painting & you gently wrap your arms around his neck. he feels so loved

lets you sit on his lap whilst he’s painting which is also a fun experience. he’ll definitely get paint in your hair though

doesn’t say anything whilst you’re cuddling which is slightly awkward but he makes up for it because he has such a secure hold on you + it feels very safe

LEONIE

will hold you and won’t have it any other way. you either lie in front of her or you lie on her chest, no in between

sometimes she talks about captain jeralt and you’ll just have to tell her off. she seriously can’t help it though, which is a slight problem

also has very firm and strong arms which are great for being held in, so you’d better not complain about not being able to hold her

likes to gently kiss hour hair or your shoulders, whichever’s closest - also likes to kiss and touch your face too

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The Butterfly Effect (Ethan Ramsey x f!MC)

Summary: The Journey from where it all began to where they are now. From a 2-minute power nap to a Miami kiss, Pooja and Ethan have come a long way. From Pooja's POV (Set in OH Bk 1 Ch 10 and contains flashbacks from OH Bk 1 Ch 1, Ch 4 and Ch 5)❤

The Butterfly Effect: Discovered by Edward Lorenz, this theory suggests that something small and insignificant, can alter situations in such a way that leads to utterly drastic changes. For example, a butterfly flaps its wings at an Amazonian Jungle and subsequently a storm ravages half of Europe. (This has to be one of my favorite theories ever🦋)

A/N: I got inspired from a dark Academia quote and here we are with 2.4K of mess. But I enjoyed providing all the fbs from Poo's POV and filling in the gaps of the unknown. And all the DbC peeps, I am trying to finish ch 8 believe me😭

Thank you so much to @jamespotterthefirst for Pre-reading! Love you🧡

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Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Pooja Sharma)

Word Count: around 2.4K

Rating: General

Category: A messy mix of Fluff and Angst

Warnings: None that I found

A grain of sand, almost imperceptible to the human eye, 2 millimetres in diameter. Just a tiny little grain of sand, a single one. One would wonder how great of an effect that could produce?

A single grain of sand, eliminated from the base of a sand sculpture, can set on fire a cascade of events that result in something as drastic as the demolition of the entire sculpture. Just a trifling 2 mm sized grain of sand.

Tufts of hair gently swayed with the swooshing ocean breeze, the very grains of sand of which her mind was thinking about slip through gaps of her toes. It's a calming atmosphere, having a Zen-like effect on her racing heart and confused reasoning.

The echoing crash of ocean tides, the hushed ruffle of her shimmering purple dress, and the pattern of her footsteps of the white sand, now silver under the enchanting moonbeams.

She could not think about bad ideas and good ideas anymore. Nor could she obliterate the delicate touch of peach lips ingrained in her mind. Everything was a lock of tangled hair, a chaotic mess in her mind.

And when you can't disentangle a mess, you just tear it off.

That was what she was doing, tearing herself away before her mind got engulfed by a cocoon of ambiguity and concealed probabilities, restricting her to get out without getting transformed into someone else.

Legs exhausted after strolling for who knows how long, Pooja sits down, not bothering about the sheet of sand fragments that adhered begrudgingly to the purple satin.

A simple motion ensues, the florid hair tie holding her brown hair strands in a ponytail, now lay in her hand, giving them the liberty to enjoy the tranquillity of the idyllic scene they found themselves in.

Relaxation. That was what she anticipated. The soothing of her racing heart, the clearing of her muddled head, the easing of her bothering thoughts.

But it never came, the relaxation she desired.

Instead, her fingers, for a reason mysterious even to her, fidgeted the diamond imitation bracelet that embellished her left wrist. A twitch unveiled a vague scar, a remembrance of an old episode entirely cleared off from her mind.

Flashback

Pooja was a Potterhead. An extreme one indeed. Sometimes the thought made her chuckle. How she despised the books once, presuming they were overrated. And then, as if a magic trick had been performed on her, she became the Maven of the Harry Potter club.

But being a Potterhead and having to live in a niche under the stairs did not go hand in hand. The room under a staircase was still a room under a staircase. And every day, her mind replayed the poem of curses to her, as if to warn her to never search for an apartment on a Facebook Group ever again.

And now she stood, waiting for the century-old toaster's ping, as sleep struck like pin-pricks on her eyelids, threatening to close them off. It was a bad day today, the phone battery drained, and she, coffee drained. And the cherry on the top? Today was the first day of her residence at the most prestigious hospital in the entire States.

Uff!

She yawned the hundredth time, sleep playing a tiring game of chess with her mind, and giving it a Check! every now and then.

I don't even know a goddamn coffee shop around in here!

Displeased grunts accompanied the thought as she took the knife and began slicing the apple she had been floundering around for quite some time.

One Slice, and Another, and Ano-

Snorr!

What an ability it was to fall asleep anywhere, in any position! What harm would a "Power Nap" of a minute or two do? Right?

AAHHH!

The scream came out in bits, first when her eyes fluttered open with the sudden pain. A pause followed when she actually looked at the source of it and after her eyes and mind registered what was happening, came the second scream.

She was getting the taste of just how profitable the power nap was.

Hurrying away, she rummaged around for a first aid box, failed to find it, trotted to her Harry Potter adobe and took out the medical goodies she had brought with her. After ransacking through it, she found the antiseptic and the swabs she was looking for. Then a faint sound came from the blinking cellular and she picked it up, not waiting for breakfast. Just as she clicked the unlock button...

HOLY SHIT!

What? How? Her mind could not register. The only thing she understood was that she was notoriously late for her first day, and now she would have to do all the running that she had avoided for all the preceding years.

Letting out another pained groan, she kicked two flowerpots on her way to the kitchen, took the toasted slices of bread, switched off the stupid piece of machinery and ran.

She was sure she would have come first in any marathon if she had run in them with the speed she was racing right now.————————————————————————

Did she know about Dolores Hudson? No, she didn't. Had she planned on telling about her to Dr Ramsey? No, she hadn't.

The two words had inadvertently slipped off her tongue, not envisioning it as an indication. But as soon as they reached his ears, it felt as if a domino had been pushed. One pushed on to the other, leading to a chain of events that had given no hints, no warnings at all.

And now she was in the NICU, chatting with the man whom she considered an idol, a role model as if they were old companions. It was an enchanting experience to see the intern-terrorizing gentleman, so ... normal.

She questioned her mind's choice of word, but she did not completely disagree. To see Dr Ramsey, sitting here with an intern, talking with her, for no particular purpose other than the fact that she decided to stay back here in contrast to any other person, who would have valued their sleep than watching over a premature baby with whom she had no connection.

When sleep muddled her thoughts, she didn't realize what she was doing. Head lowered into his shoulder in a motion that felt like a reflex embedded in the nerve cords of her spine. She missed the gentle smile, decorating the handsome face of his, as he watched her from the corner of his eye, his eyes holding an emotion unrecognizable.

Was it affection? Pride? Adoration? Or something completely different? Who knew.

But if there was something she did know after that day, it was that she felt lucky, damn lucky, for that slip of the tongue.————————————————————————

How idiotic of her the decision was, she didn't want to talk about it.

Pooja had only found herself running the way she was running now on the first day of her residence, and she had only herself, and no one else to blame.

Why did she think that giving up on the most wanted position for every medicine intern in Edenbrook for friends when every one of them participated in it was a good idea?

If only her brain comprehended her priorities appropriately, she wouldn't have to rush through roads like a person who was missing their train.

Panting, grunting, and completely tensed, she arrives at Edenbrook. Steps don't slow down until she arrives before the light beige door, huffs and puffs, not pausing for a split second. She doubted if her legs still had the power to walk or if she would have to crawl into the office.

Nah, no more embarrassment, she would not be able to bear it. With the power that remained in overworked limbs, she knocked, entered and gave her reasons for the delay. And then, by a margin of a minute, she signed the sheet, absolutely normal but still holding the power to twist her entire life in an unforeseen way.

But did she regret it? She couldn't, and she wouldn't.————————————————————————

Miami. The city of gorgeous beaches, giving the aesthetic of peach and teal life. The expensive marble-floored hotel rooms in which she found herself was unreal. Definitely not made for some random intern.

Gorgeous decorated interior, delicately manicured lawns, elegantly made fountains, all standing majestically, giving a fight to each other. She glided through the vast space, joy overcoming job as she breathed the calming salty air coming from the oceanfront, which appeared like a picture frame in front of her. She had never seen anything so perfect in her life.

It was like Ataraxia.

She preferred Mountains over Beaches. She always had, and without a doubt, she always will. But when something looks so heavenly, it would be absolute stupidity to forego the chance of visiting it, even if it contrasted her preferences.

Forgetting the not-so-pleasant interaction with Declan Nash, which appeared like a stone in her perfect day, she let her sensations delve into the delicious culinary masterpieces that melted in her mouth like wax.

All the merrymaking and socializing drained her. But the gentle talks, soft giggles that she shared with him, an extraordinary, priceless moment, seemed to charge her, rejuvenate her. A corner of her heart did hope for something to happen. But she hushed it, not wanting to spoil the casualness, the beauty of the simplicity that blew in the air between them.

It felt like existing in the setting of one of those Michael Faudet quotes, one of them particularly being emphasized by her mind.

"As our eyes meet, all-time seizes to exist. The dying second frozen like petals of red roses kissed by autumn frost."

Pooja's mind still reeled, falling freely into the void as passion and some unnamed emotion overtook them. His heart steady under the touch of her palm and hers racing under the touch of his. She would not be able to remove the unreal image from her idiot of a heart, even if she wanted to.

Sleep refused to come to her, even after calling it repeatedly. She sat up, relieving the memory, playing in front of her like a sepia movie on the silver screen. Eyes travelling around, only to fall on a bouquet kept neatly at one of the antique corner tables.

It was white lilies and purple orchids.

Pooja Sharma didn't know the language of flowers when she received them, with a tag casually signed as E. A vague tag like that did not help to know the actual sender. The man whom she kissed had a name beginning with E, the hotel she was staying in had a name beginning with E.

Hell, even the hospital she worked in had a name with the letter E.

But if she had known the language of flowers, she would have pinpointed the symbolism hidden in it.

The White Lily carrying the meaning of Purity, Sweetness while Purple Orchids a clear cut indicator of admiration and elegance.

She would have been able to tell which E had sent the delicately wrapped piece that now lay uncared for in the corner of her room.

Feelings overcrowded reason, and she found herself suffocated in the very room that seemed heavenly to her in the morning.

Slowly and silently, she walked away to find the solace which he or she could not give her, in nature.

Flashback ends

As the amaranthine ocean glistens, waves crash and the foamy water rushes to engulf her feet as she stood, hands wrapped around herself, she felt she had truly found solace. There was a spiral, an unending coil of memories, a string which, when pulled, tugged in emotions hidden in darkest corners, forgotten but related, all tied together.

It was surprising, enigmatic, how much the little brain of hers, the soft heart of hers, holds in them. A constant battle of reason and emotions ravage the tired battlefields of her body. How casually, reminiscences of a bygone day appears, flicker like the reflection in the mirror of the calm pond water, but remain clear through the ripples that spread on the surface from time to time. That's how memories work, still clear, still dear, even after passing through chaotic ripples of time.

As she reaches the end of the spiral, the helix of her thoughts, she finds herself even more astonished than she was when she reverted to the first pages of the memoirs of her stay in Boston.

It was just a minute, or a word or two. Always so insignificant.

Every ignored act added one upon another and resulted in the catastrophic mess of heartbreak and affection she found herself today.

The 2-minute Power Nap of her first day? It led to the 2-degree shift of the knife and the scar that her finger was tracing now.

That 2-degree shift led to the delay in her reaching the hospital?

It resulted in her meeting her mentor, which gave her the chance to do the thoracotomy with him, to experience how it felt when his hand enveloped hers.

Those two words that slipped as a nonchalant thought off her tongue? It was why she could know how Ethan Ramsey was, behind the tough exteriors, the short-tempered demeanour, how it felt to place her head gently on his shoulder, to wake up to his glowing face.

And that one minute past midnight, when she signed up for the challenge that would change her life? That is why she is here, hair ruffling and eyes glistening, the Leucos Moon reflecting on the glistening water, the crepuscule spread mystically around her. That is why she knew how it felt to be touched by him, kissed by him, to get lost in him.

When Edward Lorenz discovered the butterfly event, he had correlated mathematics and meteorology. Had he thought that the same butterfly effect had turned an unassuming intern's life upside down, pushed her so back in the void of circumstances that it was impossible to come back?

Just a 2-degree shift of a knife, and now she was here in Miami. Just like the unassuming butterfly's flap of wing, which now ravaged a storm through her life.

Glassy droplets make a slow trail down the curve of her cheeks and drop on the scar as if trying to meet the origin which has brought her to the coordinates of the present.

And even though she did not know what would happen in the days to come, she was happy, truly happy, for that shift of her knife and for the 2 minutes of the power nap.

For the butterfly effect of love.

PS: Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a great day ahead! Love, Manamee🧡.

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