#lysiclaude

[stupjam]

Claude and Lysithea travel the world together after he cures her.

[dvrtrblhr]

Somehow I still have more ships in my list? You people are too good at this lol

I'm searching for good Shez ships now, so I'd like to know everyone's favorites!

It should go without saying but please don’t be rude just because you don’t like a ship. If you want to debate or discuss a ship, do it in the tags/comments in a polite manner. This is supposed to be fun. Let’s all be mature adults!

If your favorite ship is not here, it’s probably featured in another poll. You can see all the polls by going to my blog and choosing the tag “valentines polls”. You can also just tell me in the tags or comments.

[denpring]

Ordelian (Greek) accents?

[slotumn]

The truth that people are too weak to face is that Claude von Riegan would have had a crypto phase in a modern world, and if he was a politician he'd run as either a cringe libertarian or a cringe neolib and also have a podcast. Oh and he's associated with effective altruism/rationalist stuff.

Lysithea would be a STEM autist who is deeply in denial about being autistic because she can't stand other autists, and if she had a social media account she would fucking hate Claude's content and constantly insult him and call him a [REDACTED] scammer. She doesn't even give a shit about the politics part, she's just pissed that he's marketing various technology as something it's not and gets away with it because he's photogenic + good at sounding confident and dodging questions

Somehow Claude successfully ragebaits her into doing a podcast where they debate each other, offline, and when they meet up Lysithea is extremely mad that he is actually that good-looking irl. Claude is just amused + impressed at the amount of anger that can fit inside a rabbit-looking creature like her.

Idk where I was going with this I just want you guys to consider cringe podcast guy Claude x cringe angry STEM autist Lysithea

[lysiclaudeweek]

Golden Week is here... And so are the Lysiclaude Week 2024 prompts! Join us July 17th to 24th for our fifth year of celebrating Lysiclaude!

GWです！ クロリシ強化週間2024 キーワードです！7月17日から24日まで、今年で5年目のクロリシ強化週間が開催されます！

[bi-naesala]

Lizzy the Owl's Book Club

(@nagamas 's pinch hit for denpring on AO3!)

Lysithea tries out Youtube.

(Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Youtubers AU, Vtubers AU, Pre-Relationship, Crushes,Identity Reveal)

AO3 link

(Fic under the cut)

To tell the truth, Youtube wasn’t exactly a career Lysithea would’ve ever considered - even now she is unsure on how long she’ll keep it up - but for now, she’s pretty content with it.

The only reason she started to make these videos is that she needed to voice her opinions about all the books she read, and she needed to voice them to someone who would listen to her, and even engage in a discussion about themes, tropes and narrative exploits, something that she was unable to do because, well... she’s never had many friends.

In her first videos, she would put images on the screen related to what she was talking about, not wanting to show her face to hundreds - if not more, if her videos were successful - of people, but then, as she was browsing her Youtube recommended page and looked at some thumbnails, she had an idea: a virtual avatar! Yes, that was perfect for her: she could’ve kept her audience engaged by giving them something interesting to look at, while still being able to hide her identity.

Adding this to the voice changer she already implemented would’ve made for the perfect combination for her to feel safe while still being able to voice her opinions, so she immediately commissioned an avatar.

She’s decided to go with an anthropomorphic white owl, because she felt it represented her best - she always liked the animal.

It got her accused of being a furry by her few fans - which had the unfortunate result of making Lysithea discover what a furry is - but overall it had been a welcomed change, which made her happy - she wasn’t going to change her avatar no matter what, but she was still relieved that she wouldn’t have had to fight people about it.

Eventually her fans - she couldn’t believe she was growing an actual fanbase - asked, or better, demanded that she gave the owl a name, but the best she was able to come up with was “Lizzy” - she was never that great when it came to come up with new things.

Still, her fans loved it, and thus Lizzy the Owl was born.

Lysithea yawns, rubbing her eyes as she steps inside her local library, the best place she could ever ask for when it comes to finding interesting books - old and new - to read.

It’s early, much early, but she still has pushed through her sleepiness to get there in time, because usually, at this hour, the library is mostly empty, which means that there are fewer people likely to annoy her with their chitchat - don’t they know they’re not supposed to disturb others? This is a library, and libraries have rules!

She says hi to the librarian - they know each other well by now - and makes her way to the historical section, carefully scanning each book in search of something that might pique her interest.

It’s been a while since she reviewed an historical book, she misses it... Oh! This one looks promising: “Those Who Slither in the Dark: The Secret History of Fódlan”.

The title makes it sound like one of those wild conspiracy theories that sicken her, but she recognizes the name of the author: she’s a pretty famous historian, and the summary of the books hints at this being about recent archaeological discoveries and not anything that would make her roll her eyes.

She can already tell the video she’ll make about it won’t be as successful as the others, but she doesn’t care: she picks what interests her, without following any kind of trend, even if this means that fewer people will watch, because the ones who will engage with it will have something actually meaningful to say.

She makes her way to a reading table, so she can start before she has to leave for classes, when she spots an - unfortunately - familiar face. Ugh, why is he here? And how did he manage to arrive even earlier than her?! It’s so annoying!

He’s just... he’s not even that bad, as a person, but since he and Lysithea are basically the only ones to come to the library daily, he’s made his life’s mission to bother her - for what end, she doesn’t know.

“What are you reading?”, “Oh, I read that too, pretty interesting!”, “What do you think about this?”, these are just some of the things he says to her. If she had wanted to make conversation, she wouldn’t have gone to a library, so why does he bother?

It’s true that he has pretty strong opinions about what he reads, and it’s also true that the whispered discussions they have are pretty interesting, and it’s especially true that he’s kind of cute... B-But anyway! He should still learn not to disturb others while they’re reading, sheesh!

The worst thing of all is that she doesn’t even know his name.

She could ask him, but she feels that doing so would mean admitting that he’s more important than he actually is, and for the sake of her peace of mind, she doesn’t want to do that.

She has half a mind to turn around and leave, but just as she’s about to move he raises his gaze, which lands, unfortunately, on her.

A small mischievous smile appears on his face - the sort of smile that has made Lysithea blush a couple of times in the past - and he waves his hand at her. It must be her lucky day, because at least he doesn’t say anything.

Ugh, she can’t really go back, now, can’t she? No, that would make him understand she’s trying to avoid him, and she doesn’t want him to get on her case because of it, so she smiles - or tries to - and waves backs, although awkwardly, and takes place not exactly in front of him, but close enough.

Weirdly enough, it takes him longer than usual to actually start talking to her. He does it, in fact, only when she closes her book, having gone through enough for that morning - she might continue in the afternoon if she has time.

He eyes the cover of the book, before saying:

“Oh, I haven’t read that yet. Is it good?”

Here we go.

“I’ve just started it,” she replies. “But so far... It’s interesting.”

“Do you really believe in all that stuff? About the remains of an ancient civilization suddenly popping up for us to find?”

“Why not? That’s how archeology works: you search somewhere that hasn’t been searched before, you work hard, and then your work bears fruit and you make new discoveries.” Lysithea scoffs. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those people who believe in conspiracies...”

At that, the guy huffs a laugh. “Please, don’t mistake me for one of those fools. I was just trying to understand what you thought about it.”

Then why didn’t he ask directly, instead of poking her like that? See? He is annoying!

She doesn’t deign him of an answer, getting her bag instead and starting to get up, before he speaks again, asking her a question that catches her by surprise:

“Hey, how about we get something together? A coffee, perhaps?”

Oh, that’s a first. Nobody has ever asked her out... wait.

Is he really asking her out?

No, it can’t be! She must be misunderstanding! This is surely a joke at her expense, nothing more!

A small part of her - a very small part, let that be clear - even wants to say yes, but what if this is really just a joke? She wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Besides, she has classes to attend to.

“I’m sorry... Maybe another time...”

This is her favorite part of the day, she thinks: when she’s back home, teacup in hand, and is discussing her latest finds on stream.

Just like making videos, streaming wasn’t something she initially considered doing, but she has to say she doesn’t mind it, especially considering that thanks to her avatar and voice changer she gets to keep her anonymity, which is nice. Her audience is nice too; yes, sometimes she gets stupid comments, but she’s done a good job filtering out the idiots, she feels like.

Today, she’s joined by a special guest as well, one that, if she may be so bold, she could even call a friend: he simply goes by Claude, and he too makes videos. Unlike her, however, he doesn’t only make book reviews, but often talks about history and philosophy; his channel is very interesting, one of her favorites in fact!

They started interacting after Lysithea had found the courage to leave a comment under one of his videos, and from then, they’ve started doing collaborations and streams together.

When she’s with him - metaphorically, of course - she almost forgets about the audience, dedicating her whole attention to him and his words. Too bad that he too has a digital avatar, so that’s all she gets to stare at, but she doesn’t mind, and respects his desire for privacy, just like he respects hers: they’ve never talked about their life outside Youtube, they’ve never demanded to see each other in person. They just know they live more or less in the same area, and that’s only because of small hints they’ve given each other, nothing more.

As she watches the masked figure that is Claude’s avatar move as he speaks, Lysithea can’t help but to wish there was more...

I-It’s just that it would be fun, meeting in person! That’s it! She has no ulterior motives, she swears!

She doesn’t really have many friends, and she feels a connection between her and Claude, so maybe... Maybe she can try asking, and if he says no, well, at least she can say she tried.

She does it after they end their stream - of course she waits for them to be alone, or else the audience would’ve gone crazy, and Claude might’ve felt pressured to agree.

They’re still talking, even though they’ve turned off the stream more or less half an hour ago already, as it often happens: they never seem to run out of topics to cover.

It’s then, that Lysithea finally gathers the courage to make her move.

“Hey, Claude. If I were to ask you if we could meet, one day... Would you be mad?”

There’s a moment of pause, before Claude replies:

“Really?”

“Y-Yeah?”

“Really, really? You’re not joking?”

“I wouldn’t joke about something like that...” she points out. Shouldn’t he know already? They’ve been talking for months, he definitely should!

“Sorry, you just caught me off guard,” Claude replies, sounding a bit sheepish. “Anyway, yeah, I wouldn’t mind meeting up.”

Now it’s her turn to be surprised: she wasn’t expecting him to agree to it so easily. Maybe he’s been thinking about it too? It’s possible, but she doesn’t want to get her hopes up.

“Oh? That’s great! Um, so... When are you free?”

They decide to meet this Saturday afternoon.

Lysithea can’t wait.

One would say that she needs to “dress up for the occasion”, but she refuses, not because this isn’t important to her, but because that would make her appear over-eager, and she doesn’t want that.

Besides, Claude said that he was going to wear a yellow hoodie - at least she’ll be able to recognize him - so she too should pick something simpler, and that’s exactly what she does: a purple dress, a pair of leggings, and she’s good to go.

She can’t help but to wonder what Claude looks like, what she’ll see once she gets to the coffee shop they’ve decided to set their meeting at, but as soon as she realizes she’s started doing that, she stops, shaking her head. Now it’s not the time to lose herself in stupid fantasies.

She’ll find out soon enough.

She gets there perfectly in time, as she always does, and as soon as she steps inside, she immediately begins scanning the place, looking for a bright yellow hoodie, wondering if he’s already arrived, or if she’s beaten him to it.

It turns out, he’s already there, because she catches a glimpse of yellow and, as she steps closer, she discovers... Oh no, this has to be a joke: the person wearing the hoodie is the same guy who constantly bothers her at the library! Can he and Claude really be the same person?

He raises his gaze and meets hers, and he too seems surprised.

“Oh, hi!” he says. “What a fun coincidence to find you here! Unfortunately, I’m waiting for someone else today, so--”

“Are you Claude?” Lysithea cuts him off. She needs to know.

At that, the other guy falls silent, before finally answering:

“And you’re... Lizzy?”

Lysithea takes the chair in front of Claude and sits on it - she’s starting not to feel her legs anymore - still processing what she’s just discovered.

“Um...”

“Yeah, uh...”

Neither of them knows what to say.

The atmosphere has gotten chilly, when Claude bursts into laughter, with Lysithea following soon with a quiet chuckle of her own. Okay, she has to admit that this is a little funny.It lasts maybe more than it should’ve, but neither of them care.

Once he’s calmed down, Claude stretches a hand towards Lysithea.

“Khalid,” he says.

She shakes his hand.

“Lysithea.”

A smile appears on his face as she speaks. “Finally got your name, and your company too.”

She doesn’t blush at his words, not even a bit, nuh-uh.

“Y-Yeah... I guess you got what you wanted after all... Anyway, shouldn’t we get something? I’m starving!”

It’s still hard to believe that this is really happening, that she actually knew Khalid way before she got to know him. Life can be weird like that, sometimes.

Still, she’s not as mad about it as she should. Actually, she feels like maybe, if she’s lucky, something good might come from this encounter.

Yes, deep inside herself, she has a good feeling about this...

[kamoshidakun]

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses Ship: Claude von Riegan x Lysithea von Ordelia Rating: Explicit, R-18, NSFW Warnings: First Time, Loss of Virginity, Breeding/Impregnation, Bunny Hybird/Bunny Girl, Kemonomimi

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[fiction-box]

A Tale All Their Own (Claude x Lysithea)

Hello again, my lovelies, and happy New Year! I have returned to Tumblr courtesy of the @nagamas event! (Sorry it has taken me so long, life tends to get in my way.) Regular posts will return after this, but first, I would like to wish a very lovely holiday season to my recipient, Denpring, over on Twitter! Somehow, this grew to be a Claude-centric blog, so I found it a little funny that the user I was paired up with had a plethora of Claude prompts to choose from. This one caught my eye right away, and I can't wait to share it with you all!

I hope you receive this gift, Denpring! Enjoy!

The story will continue under the cut.

Stepping outside the small cottage she now called home, Lysithea smiled at the light breeze ruffling her skirt and tossing her hair. The sun beat down lightly onto the warm grass. A perfect day for a picnic.

Off in the distance, she could make out the silhouettes of the three people she loved most. Together, they shifted as the largest one chased the smallest around the great willow tree which had come to be so familiar to her. The third figure could be seen lying on his stomach, a book in his hand and a blanket beneath him.

Her approach was silent, though perhaps it could be attributed to the amount of focus she needed to spend just getting to the tree. Stubborn as always, Lysithea tried to carry everything- napkins, food, and drinks- in one trip.

Though she was quiet, her impending arrival did not go unnoticed by the company near the willow.

“Look, Papa!” came a young girl’s faint cry, “Mama’s got the food all ready!”

“M-Mother!” the boy set down his book once he caught sight of Lysithea, getting up off the blanket and rushing to her side, “You shouldn’t be carrying all that by yourself! Stay there; let me help you!”

She smiled, allowing her son to help her carry the picnic to where he was resting just a moment ago. Claude’s laughter mingled with that of their daughter’s. It appeared her husband had taken advantage of the little girl’s excitement and caught her. He tickled her a bit before she ran away toward her mother, giggling the whole time.

Lysithea and her son just barely caught their balance, unstable after the little girl attempted to hug them both while they walked.

“Careful, sister! We could have spilled the drinks!”

Finally, she made it to the blanket. Claude helped take the beverages from her hands, allowing her to set down the sizable basket weighing down her arm.

“There. Once I unpack all of this, we can start on lunch,” Lysithea remarked proudly. “Sorry it took so long! I had a bit of trouble figuring out how to pack everything.”

“Honestly, Mother, you could just call for help. I would be happy to make a few trips if it meant saving you from spilling lemonade all over yourself!” her son worried.

The woman began unpacking the sandwiches, “I didn’t spill anything! Though I am grateful for the help…”

Her husband just laughed, listening to the playful dispute between the two as their little girl already began to pick at the fruit that had been set out.

Everything found its way out of the basket and onto the blanket. The family took their seats, Claude sitting between the two children as Lysithea sat next to her son. They formed a spacious semi-circle, talking about whatever came to their minds between bites. Discussions of books, studies, magic, flowers, games, and other topics found their home among the lips of the family members.

Naturally, the food didn’t last long. It never did. They were a rather active family after all; Lysithea and her son used their energy to study while Claude and his daughter preferred to train, fly, and play throughout the day.

Like always, their son would work with his mother to clear off the blanket so the family could all lie down and watch the clouds, and like always, their daughter would get bored too quickly and beg her papa to braid her hair. He would always give into her pleas, and the little girl would always follow with the same exclamation:

"Papa, Mama, tell us a story!"

"Who could have guessed?" her brother smiled softly.

Then, Claude and Lysithea would think over the stories they knew, trying to recall one they hadn’t already told (or, if one was requested, they would be relieved of this step).

Out of the corner of her eye from her spot lying on the blanket, the sugar-loving lady caught a grin spreading across the lips of her love.

“Here’s one we haven’t told yet,” he announced. “How about the tale of the prince that gave up everything for a sorceress he fell in love with?”

Lysithea’s brows scrunched up a miniscule amount, “If I’m thinking of the same story you are, then I’m pretty sure the sorceress had to give everything up, too.”

“Ooh! I wanna hear that story!” their daughter beamed.

“Right, but I can’t seem to remember how the story begins,” Claude frowned.

Lysithea took her cue, “It would start when they first met, of course! Years ago, there was a sorceress who spent her time studying anything she could. Naturally, she was exceedingly talented with her magic, but she never limited her studies to tomes.”

“The prince,” the brown haired marksman joined her storytelling, “was known to spend his time flying in the sky on a dragon he had received as a gift when he was young. By the time he grew up, he had become more skilled with the bow than anyone else he faced.”

He continued, “The two met at a great gathering of warriors. The sorceress was attending in the hopes that she could expand upon her studies while the prince was attending to learn how to lead his army.”

“Their relationship grew through meetings alone in the library, or…” Claude thought for a moment, “...no, yeah, that’s pretty much it. Aside from communicating on the battlefield, the two would study together from time to time.”

The little boy nodded, “That sounds useful and practical. I suppose it would be easy to grow close through important work.”

“No! But that’s boring!” their daughter drawled.

Claude gave a small chuckle, kissing her forehead, “Be patient, will you? Every story has to start somewhere.”

“Eventually, a great war began. The sorceress and the prince had to fight for a great many years to bring peace back to their homeland. They lost many of their friends along the way, but they were always able to rely on each other.”

“Oh, so…kind of like the war you and Mama talk about? The…um…the uni..”

“The Unification War,” her brother filled in the rest.

Claude smiled at him, “Exactly like the Unification War. Anyway, during that time, the prince came to realize he had fallen in love with the sorceress. Once the war was won, he quickly asked for her hand in marriage.”

“Yay! She said yes, right?”

Lysithea turned to her daughter, “Actually, if I remember the story correctly, she initially told him ‘no.’“

The boy grew confused, “What? Why?” 

“Well, the sorceress had been keeping a sad secret from her allies. You see, long ago, an evil group of people had captured her. They performed dangerous experiments on her. The experiments succeeded, but there was a catch.”

“That’s so sad!” pouted the younger girl. “I don’t like this story anymore!”

“Hang on. If these experiments had succeeded, then nothing bad actually happened, right? What does this have to do with marriage?”

Claude laughed, then turned to his wife, “I think they both inherited your impatience. Didn’t you kids hear her say there was a catch?”

“They most certainly did not inherit that from me!” Lysithea huffed. “Besides, their curiosity could have come from either of us!”

The little girl tugged on her mother’s skirt, “What was the catch, Mama?”

“Hey, I thought you said you didn’t like this story,” Claude teased.

“The catch,” Lysithea glared playfully at her husband, “was that the color of her hair became white. More horrifyingly, her lifespan had been shortened considerably. The sorceress was destined to die young.”

“But the prince was determined not to let such a thing get between them. As soon as he heard the news, he dropped everything and began working with the sorceress to find a cure. They searched every library they could access.”

“The prince even flew far away to search for a cure. He and the sorceress did not see each other for many months as they continued to hope for a solution.”

“Eventually, the prince returned with a lead…”

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There was a rumble outside the cottage at which Lysithea had taken refuge for the night. An older couple had graciously allowed her to sleep there while she spent her days at the libraries and bookstores nearby.

Someone knocked on her window, and just like that, she was wide awake.

Her head whipped over toward the noise. As soon as she saw who waited on the other side of the glass, the mage raced to unlock the window.

“Claude? What are you doing out here so late? How did you find m-?”

“I can answer everything on the way, I promise.”

The head of the Golden Deer was balancing on his wyvern’s back, extending a hand out to Lysithea.

“Wh-What?”

“I think I found the solution to your problem, but we have to go right now. There isn’t much time left if we want to get you healed in the next decade or so.”

She hesitated, letting his words sink in and thinking for a moment before taking his hand.

“Okay. I trust you.”

Claude extended his other arm, helping her out the window and into his arms. He lowered her onto the wyvern in front of him, then sat and took the reins from behind her.

A faint blush appeared on his neck; not that Lysithea could see it in the darkness.

“We’ll uh…” he turned his head to the side, “we’ll find you something better than those nightclothes on the way.”

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The children were quite invested in the story, looking between their parents as they worked together to weave a captivating tale.

“And so,” Claude continued, finishing his daughter’s braid with a yellow hair tie that complimented her brown hair, “the sorceress and the prince traveled to an island that could not be located on any map. They worked together to create the cure the prince described, using the resources on the island.”

Lysithea nodded, “Just off the shore, a plant with a purple stem and white petals grew beneath the waves. The sorceress waded into the water to retrieve it, though she only found one such plant.”

“On this island,” Claude added, “the shore would turn to pearlsand under the light of the full moon. The prince filled half a vial with it.”

“These ingredients were already quite rare on their own. Finding them both prepared on the same day was nearly impossible; that’s why the two needed to leave right away.”

Claude smiled, supporting Lysithea’s addition, “So the two reconvened. The plant was burned, and its pure ashes were placed into the vial with the pearlsand. The vial was shaken so that the pearlsand would mix with the ash, and the vial was filled the rest of the way with water elsewhere on the island that had never been touched by the light of the moon…”

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Lysithea watched Claude emerge from the darkness, shaking a vial of ash, sand, and water in his hand.

“I’m supposed to drink that?”

Claude’s eyebrows lowered a bit, “No…it’s not supposed to be like this. The way the tome described it…it was more of a-!”

Staring at the vial, their attention focused on the solution as it melted and mixed until the ingredients formed a shimmering silver liquid.

Lysithea’s breath had been taken away, though she wasn’t certain if it was because she was amazed at the transformation or relieved she wouldn’t have to choke down what could only be described as gritty mineral water.

“Yeah. More of a silver,” Claude allowed the corners of his lips to turn up, handing the finished product to the mage.

She eyed him warily, accepting the small glass container, “...you’re certain I’m meant to drink this?”

“Yep.”

“Every drop?”

“That’s what it said.”

“...and you do realize that once it’s gone, it’s gone? No going back.”

“Hey, drink it or don’t! I’m just saying, if we have any shot at keeping you alive…this is probably our best bet.”

Lysithea pursed her lips. Finally, with a determined gleam in her eyes, she held the vial to her lips and drank.

Claude could only stare, waiting for something to happen. The tome didn’t go any further into detail than the recipe. What’s more, he didn’t know how much more of this search he could take. He had no idea how much longer Lysithea had to live, and he was running low on hope.

When she took the vial away from her mouth, it was as clear as when Claude had first bought it. He watched her closely, though he physically gave her space. The archer had no clue what was about to happen, after all.

It was then that the vial slipped through the fingers of the rosy-eyed woman, landing with a light sound on the white shore.

“I feel…strange,” she was swaying a bit, and her eyes found Claude’s own, “...maybe this means…it’s working…?”

“Lysithea?” he noticed her unsure footing. “Lysithea! Hey-! Lysithea, stay with me!”

The prince stepped into her as she lost consciousness, catching her and lowering both himself and the sorceress to the sand.

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“The prince did everything he could to awaken her. Anything he could think of, he tried-”

“Did he try kissing the sorceress?” the little girl piped up. “That works in most of the other stories you’ve told, Papa!”

“Well, he did try that too, but it didn’t work-”

Lysithea’s eyes went wide, “H-Hold on! I’ve never heard this version of the story before! The prince kissed the sorceress? While she was unconscious?”

In a rare moment, a fair amount of red began to dust Claude’s cheeks, “I…he was desperate! He thought she had died, or fallen into eternal slumber…or something worse! Look, the prince was dealing with a curse, and he pulled from the only sources of help he had, okay?”

His son raised a brow, “The prince relied on…fairy tales? That sounds more like an excuse to me.” The boy turned his nose up a bit, “Father, this prince sounds like a creep.”

“Gah! Let’s just move on, then!” Claude covered his eyes with his hand.

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When light penetrated her eyelids, Lysithea began to stir from her slumber.

It took all of Claude’s willpower to keep from smiling.

“Good morning, princess.”

About half an hour after the noble had passed out, Claude held a good suspicion that the potion had worked. Of course, he had made sure to fly them both to the closest inn by that island. The stroke of bad luck came in the form of a language barrier between himself and the innkeeper. Still, it was nothing a bit of money and a V-sign couldn’t communicate.

Lysithea groaned, bringing a hand to her head as she shifted into a seated position. Immediately, she opened her eyes and looked to the man standing across from her.

“I remember what happened,” she started, “but judging by your expression, I don’t know if I want to get my hopes up.”

He helped her to her feet, then pointed her to the bathroom, “Why don’t you go get ready for the day, first? We can talk once you’re ready.”

Claude’s eyes followed Lysithea as she drowsily made her way towards the bathroom, shutting the door.

Not a moment later, a muffled cry came from that very room.

“Oh! M-My hair!”

The grin easily slid onto his face as the door of the bathroom flung open.

“Claude-! My hair-!” her own smile was wider than he had ever seen it, “The color is back-! I-!”

Seeing him smiling too, Lysithea ran to her partner. Laughter spilled from both of their lips as Claude caught her in his arms, hugging her for a moment before picking her up and taking her back to the mirror in the bathroom. He set her down in front of him, both of them continuing to laugh as they stared at the mage’s hair, which was now full of color.

The wyvern rider lowered his head to kiss the top of her head, then brushed her hair out in front of her shoulders.

“I think it’s safe to get your hopes up.”

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“And so, unable to wait any longer with the final barrier between them shattered, the prince proposed to the sorceress. She accepted, and then they lived happily ever-”

“He proposed to her in the bathroom?” Claude’s son recoiled.

“If it’s true love, it doesn’t matter where the question is asked,” the green-eyed man reached over and ruffled the boy’s hair. “All that mattered to them was that they could be together.”

Lysithea smiled, shifting to a seated position, “That’s right. You’ll understand one day when you feel the same.”

“Did you and Papa feel that way, Mama?”

The parents shared a loving look.

“I remember we felt exactly that way.”

[miss-cactus]

written for @lysiclaudeweek day 1

Language: French

Characters: Claude, Lysithea

Relationship: Claude/Lysithea

Additionnal Tags: Fluff, Established Relationship, Post-Canon, Drabble

Summary:

Claude et Lysithea sont trop occupés pour passer du temps ensemble en journée, ils profitent donc de la nuit pour se retrouver.

[seasons-of-anime-exchange]

chocolate cakes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40467429

Creator: Zapp @zappobrien Giftee: denpring @denpring

🌸 Fire Emblem: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem: Three Houses, Fire Emblem Series 🔆 Lysithea von Ordelia/Claude von Riegan 🍁 General Audiences | 2k words ❄ Fluff, Valentine's Day

[remnants-of-shadow]

Crimson Flower: Remembering Someone Precious Hilda's favorite flowers are anemones/windflowers so it felt very appropriate to add them here especially considering the symbolism Anemone is from the Greek word for "windflower." According to myth, the anemone sprang from Aphrodite's tears as she mourned the death of Adonis. Commission done by @Sethkiell

[dpsisquared]

Let’s do the CYL4 winners.

DimiClaude, Dimigard, EdelClaude, LysiClaude and Lysigard? If that’s too many ships at once then how about Dimigard and LysiClaude?

Okay so you have brought up the only two ships that kind of fall into my dislike category. 🙈 So just a reminder that I have no beef with the people that ship them, more power to them and everyone should have fun with their ships. I'll answer quickly for them because I don't want to put out too many negative vibes. The main reason I don't like these ships is because I don't ship Dimitri with anyone but Byleth, ever. That's really what all comes down to!

Dmcl-- honestly I just don't really get this one. I don't think their personalities really complement each other. I worry about Claude's ability to fully open up to Dimitri, esp in the circumstances when Dimitri is still a king. However dmcl artists consistently draw the most handsome Mitris!! And I have several friends that write amazing dmcl fics so it seems like a very creative thriving ship so forgive my lack of vision 🙏💙

Dmgard-- I'll be honest it's kinda my notp. NOT AT ALL because I'm some kind of Edelgard hater, it's because I want them to be siblings 😊 I feel like both of them would get more benefit from family than they would from another romance interest. Besides that, I am a baby when it comes to angst and the ship (in canon) is necessarily tragic which I just couldn't handle.

Edelclaude-- I definitely see the vision after Hopes! I like the push and pull power couple. I think it would take a loooooong time for them to let down their guard, so I especially like the flavor of political marriage -> friendly respect -> love, to give them that time to grow together.

Lysiclaude-- they are funny together, I always saw it more platonic. But shout out to slotumn who has like 300+ lysiclaude fics in every imaginable flavor and is single handedly getting people on board with this ship. The sheer passion has me changing my mind towards them! Their end card is really sweet too. Not only does Lysithea get cured but she also doesn't have to shoulder the responsibility of being a noble or queen. 💙💙💙

Lysigard-- I like this one! They have a similar energy, maybe from going through similar trauma, but I honestly think it's just coincidence that their personalities are complimentary. They are both blunt with high standards, Lysithea even a bit harsh when she's riled. But I can imagine Edelgard just smiling fondly knowing Lys just wants the best for everyone. Shoutout to this amazing Gothic horror-esque fic that I think of often. (Mind the tags)

[woahpip]

WIP FILES GAME

RULES: post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have WIPs. (there is no way im tagging that many bc i have a TON)

thank you for the tag @pfirsichspritzer!!

from the ritz to rubble (locklyle) from the ritz to rubble outtakes...just in case i can use them later locklyle sleeping together edwin week 2023 yours if you want me (edwin) bar cart pt 2 (locklyle) locklyle college au obsessive lockwood (IM SORRY ASIFHAS;DOFIJ) velcinta: The relief of fatalistic recklessness may the ocean take our brave (rebelcaptain) devour me (edwin) hotd (rhaecent) hoho/pinako alicent/layrs(THIS WAS PRE-FEET AND ALSO EXPLORING THE WEIRDNESS. not an endorsement LMAO) marked for death (lysiclaude) burn notice lol

I'm ending it here but i have sooo many drabbles and shit that i would love to see the time of day sometime...

I tag @dinluke, @chippingthegoalkeeper, @rebelandrichgirl, and @kestreldawn <3

[denpring]

Maid day!

[slotumn]

Claude "turned 16 and based his personality off of the Achaemenid Empire" von Riegan vs Lysithea "turned 14 and based her personality off of Ancient Greek city states" von Ordelia

[lysiclaudeweek]

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