#sorry Claude they did you dirty

[miseko97]

It's a freaking shame because the golden deer are my faves as a whole, despite my favourite story being Azure Moon. Also, how is Marianne going to take the whole going against the central church?... She is going to be characther assasinated too... Right? Sighhhh

[slicznymartwy]

just a short little idea i had :3 billy x reader ofc .. a little bit sad bc he can’t be disgusting all the time

i don’t rlly have enough brain for this bc i just got off a 10h shift but :(( imagine this is kind of established relationship (as much as it can be for silly billy) where you two are intimate and talk a good amount, and you’ve really talked about it, but you’re pretty sure he’s staying in your attic. you try not to think about it.

there’s a day where you have to go up, maybe for an old trunk or some piece of holiday decoration. you look around the dark room - even though it’s the middle of the day, the little window at the front of the house doesn’t let in a lot of light - and can’t see much in the shadows. you squint as you walk around, and still you see nobody. you tell yourself not to be surprised at that, why would there be anyone up there.

you find what you need and are about to bring it down when you hear claude. you didn’t realize claude knew how to get up here, and that there was even anything for him in the attic. most of the mice stuck to the basement, and claude didn’t seem to have any interest in them anyway.

you walk closer to the sound, and then claude jumps onto a box, scaring you half to death.

“jeez, warn a girl next time,” you say with a little laugh, petting the top of his head.

when you turn back to the way down, he’s standing in front of you, wearing his handsome green sweater that you always thought suited his eyes. he stares at you blankly and you tighten your hold on the candlestick (or literally whatever idk idk) so that it doesn’t drop.

“billy,” you whisper.

turning away from you, he walks towards the window and stops at a wooden table. there’s a phone there. has there always been a phone in the attic? (also clare’s not dead teehee)

you watch billy pick up the phone and hold it to his head. he doesn’t dial a number, and the busy signal must be noisy in his ear, but he doesn’t back down.

“piggy,” he says, whispering into the phone. “you shouldn’t be here.”

“it’s my house,” you say carefully.

“you shouldn’t be here,” he says again, more forcefully.

“why are you here, billy?” you ask, trying to keep your courage. it’s difficult when billy has to take a deep breath, closing his eyes. he pressed the ear piece against his forehead and groans.

“go away. go away. i don’t want to. don’t want to go,” he’s murmuring, away from the handset. like he doesn’t want you to hear.

you step closer to him.

“how long?” you ask him softly.

“did you go to the beach without me?” he says, voice pitched up to a woman’s. “without me?”

you close your eyes a moment, realizing he means that he’s been living here since the summer. next week was the start of march.

“okay billy. it’s okay,” you say quietly, moving closer to him again.

he steps away from you, and it breaks your heart. he presses the phone to his mouth again. “filthy billy. filthy.” his voice is loud but it trembles. it must be a bad idea, but you don’t care. you rush to his side before he can react and wrap him in a hug. the phone clatters harshly to the table and you can still hear buzzing tone.

you try to lie to yourself. you tell yourself that it’s not so bad that he’s been living here for almost a year. it’s normal for your stalker-turned-boyfriend to live in your attic without you knowing. everything’s okay, and you tell billy the same thing as you stroke his hair.

“piggy, piggy,” he gasps, hands fisting in your sweater. he’s crying now, his face against your neck. “i’m sorry, piggy. i’m sorry.”

“i know you are, billy,” you say. you kiss the side of his head and look out the window. it’s so sunny outside, and the snow melts dirty puddles of mud onto the sidewalk. “it’s going to be okay.”

your life would certainly make more sense if it wasn’t. but you’ve known this from the start. you’re as addicted to him as he is to you. his pig. his slut.

[francis-writes]

Please, more mommy kink Frollo, I beg-

You stroked his hair as Claude was sitting astride on your thigh. You were sitting fully clothed on a chair, observing him hump your thigh. You allowed it for he was really obedient and nice recently and you decided he deserved a reward. Your hand moved down and started stroking his bare back. "What a good boy you are" you whispered and leaned over to kiss his forehead. He looked up and smiled shyly. "T-thaank y-you, mommy" he mumbled, struggling to create a proper sentence. "Oh, you deserved it sweetie" When he tried to look away, embarassed with his actions, you put a hand on his cheek and gently turned his face so you could look him in the eyes. "Sugar, I want you to look at me when you pleasure yourself. Do you understand?" Claude nodded. "Yes, mom" You smiled. "Good boy" *** Claude sped up his movements and his breath became shallow and rapid. He closed his eyes, completely focused at his actions. You could tell he was close. "Do it. Make mommy proud" He looked at you with eyes openes wide but didn't slow down. You could feel his bony hips hitting your soft skin but you didn't care, you enjoyed that feeling. Finally he gave out a long quiet moan. Stream of thick warm cum flowed down, staining your dress. He looked with fear at the mess he made. "I'm so sorry mommy-" he wanted to say something more but you hushed him. "Don't worry about it, baby. I am so proud of you, you did such a good. Go, lay on the bed. Mommy need to take off these dirty clothes and I will join you in a minute" Claude obediently layed on your bed. You put your dress on a chair to give it to the servants to wash later. You joined him on the bed and gave him a sign to rest on you. Claude climbed on your body and nuzzled his face into your breast. He was really light, just as his thin figure suggested. You put one hand on his back and started running your fingers through his hair, humming soft lullabies. After some time you felt Claude sucking on your nipple. You tilted your head back, murmuring in pleasure. "Just like that, baby"

[fireemblems24]

So now that you’ve had a good few chapters of playing Hopes any thoughts on the characters’ portrayals in Hopes so far compared to how you thought of them in 3H? For me I definitely have some Takes™️ on the way certain characters ended up being handled in Hopes vs 3H. For the sake of spoilers the only take I will mention at the moment is that Hopes!Caspar SUCKS.

Like they took everything I hated about CF!Caspar and then dialed that up to a hundred. I hate how much of a violent warmonger he is. I hate how much of a moron they make him! Like he has his dense moments in 3H but in Hopes it’s like he’s an actual dumbass (derogatory) with that whole “chapper” excuse of a joke or him somehow not understanding why the people his side are invading would not hold back against his side when they get the chance to strike back. Like what happened to the non-CF Caspar who would understand when other characters expressed negative feelings towards Adrestia because he was aware of the Empire’s past interactions with other countries? The Caspar who would even feel guilt and responsibility for such pain even though he personally didn’t take part in those conflicts, just because he’s his father’s son? The Caspar who had an extremely complex talk with Catherine about ideals in battle and trying to do the right thing?

Sorry for the rant when I just wanted to get your opinion, it’s just that Caspar’s characterization in Hopes is one of the ones I feel strongest about because of how mad I got with it. Turning the goofy and dense but surprisingly compelling and endearing Caspar into THAT was something.

Whoever you are OP, you are completely right about Hopes!Caspar.

Caspar was never a character I paid much attention too or felt strongly about, but I'm offended by his portrayal in Hopes. I can't imagine how upset people who followed him more feel.

I'm a bit lacking on my Caspar lore, so bear with me, but in Hopes his character revolves almost entirely around pleasing his father and smashing things. Other than that, there's nothing to him. Even someone who doesn't remember a whole lot of details about Caspar knows that's short-changing him.

Where's his friendship with Linhardt? Where's his fear-mixed-with-respect more complicated relationship he had with his father? Where's the guy who called Edelgard out for using him as a talking point for her own views rather than learning how he felt about anything first? Where's the guy who learned more empathy from Ashe and their discussion about thieves?

To be honest, I don't like CF!Caspar either. It seems only when he's forced to fight against the Empire (his people) that he takes war seriously and realizes that "real people" are dying rather than treating it like a jolly good time and chance to just smash things to death for fun. So maybe this is just further proof that Caspar is insufferable unless he fights against the Empire, because that's the only way for him to identify strongly enough with who's dying for him to grow some perspective. Hopes is made worse though, since he's regressed to just letting his dad decide everything and Shez doesn't call Caspar out like Byleth did in CF.

Alois is another one who was done dirty big time. He's nothing but a Jeralt simp with no mention ever of his kids or wife. It's like they took everything endearing about him and deleted it. It's criminal what they did to him.

Of course, there's also, I'm sure, lots of talk about Claude, but that's a whole other can of worms that I'll hold off on until I finish the game.

[sfigatino]

Hand-me-down jewels and your dirty blonde hair, I think you're so cool and different and then the law pulls up and you won't get in the car. And I'm like, "Oh, goddamn, not another rockstar".

After the pen incident, Marinette and Nathan talked more. She made him laugh with how awkward she was, but she was pretty sure he was laughing with her, not at her. Hopefully. She got to switch seats with Claude in math class so she could sit next to him (she was right, her brain kept going kaputz every time he did anything), so she definitely talked to Alina much less nowadays.

“Girl, it’s like I never see you anymore!” Alina frowned on the way to school. “Like, I’m so glad you’re having success with Nathan and your couple goals, but I miss spending time with you.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry, Lina. I didn’t think switching seats with Claude would affect all that much, he wanted to spend time with me and I thought it was a good idea.”

“Girl, shut up. I’m not talking about math class, sitting by Claude is fine. My problem is the fact that you don’t sit with me at lunch, you don’t return my texts until three in the morning, you’re kind of abandoning me here.” 

“That sounds a bit overdramatic.”

“Babe, we used to do everything together, I just want to spend some time with you that doesn’t involve Gorgeous Nathan From The Gym Club. I miss you.”

“Wanna come over on Saturday? We can catch up then, maybe have a sleepover if you want.” Marinette offered with a shrug. “I didn’t mean to kind of cast you to the side like that, you’re important to me.”

“I appreciate it, bestie, that sounds like fun.” Alina smiled. “Oh, speaking of, there he is.” Marinette turned her head to see Nathan, smiling at some students as he crossed the street, letting one hold his hand, which was, you know, weird. She was sure it was fine. 

Alina left to go submit a report to her journalism club and left Marinette alone by the apple tree in front of the school. She held back a surprised squeak when Felix approached. 

“Marinette.” He said simply as she met his eyes.

“Hi, Felix! How are you?”

“I need to talk to you about something.” His steel blue eyes flickered to the side as he checked on Nathan’s whereabouts. 

“O-oh. What do you need?” She asked, smiling over to him gently.

“Watch yourself, Marinette. Not everyone is who they say they are.” He said, keeping it vague for some reason.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She tilted her head to the side, letting her pigtail brush her shoulder.

At this point, Felix was leaning on the tree, looking down at his book as if reading. “I can’t technically tell you this, but Nathan isn’t who he says he is and you need to watch your back.” 

“How can you say that about your own brother?” Marinette gasped. “That’s a really harsh accusation from you.”

“Because I know him. The real him. Has he ever actually talked to you about me? Furthermore, our father? Do you really think you know him?” Felix asked, giving her a cold look before leaving as Alina approached.

“What’d the Ice Prince want?” She chuckled.

“I don’t know. He’s just being really strange right now.” She shook her head before turning to smile at her.

“What’d he say?” Alina pried, grinning with her classic journalist look.

“That’s the thing, I dunno. Just to watch my back because Nathan’s not who he said he is, but it was really vague, I have no idea.”

“Huh. That is pretty weird to say about your own bro. I’m sure it’s nothing.” She shrugged. “C’mon, let’s go get some ice cream. Take your mind off Sir Scowls-a-lot.” She added with a wink.

“Sounds good.” She grinned, catching a glance from Felix that she couldn’t really read. Was he genuinely worried about her spending time with his brother?

Andre gave Marinette a cup of ice cream that was messing with her head. Banana, blueberries, and chocolate. Blueberry could be Nathan, Felix, or even Chat Noir’s eye color. Banana… All three were blond. Chocolate… all three wore black. 

“Girl, don’t overthink it, just eat it. I mean, mine looks like Flora and I’m eating it.” She giggled with a grin, pointing at her ice cream. 

“I know, but still.” She shrugged. “This whole thing is just stressing me out.”

“Maybe you need to go with someone you trust to keep your mind off whatever’s bothering someone so pretty.” Nathan scared Marinette out of her skin, causing her to throw her ice cream into the Seine, worried he’d see it.

“N-Nathan!” She squeaked.

“Hey, little lady.” He smiled his model grin at her and she got that feeling in her gut that told her to fucking run.

“Go!” Alina whispered with a grin. 

“Are you sure this is legal?” Marinette asked uncertainly as Nathan opened the spray paint bottle and shook it. 

“Babe, yes, I’m sure. Everything will be fine.” Nathan assured, giving it one last shake. “You like art, it’ll be fun.”

“This is the back of the school. You’re not supposed to do this!” Marinette protested. He ignored her, testing it out by spraying a bright green squiggly line on the brick and mortar. 

“Trust me, Mari, nothing’s gonna happen. It’ll be fun!” He grinned back at her. 

And it was. Sort of. Sitting on his shoulders while she finished up a flower blossom was really nerve-wracking and he seemed just a bit too eager to help her, but she didn’t dwell on it because the principal came out of the back door, freezing when he saw them. 

“Oi! What do you think you’re doing, I’m calling the police!” He shook his finger as Nathan took off, Marinette clinging to his shoulders for dear life. He ran for a while, only stopping in front of the Eiffel Tower. 

“You okay?” He panted as she hopped down. 

“Yeah.” She nodded. “I told you this was a bad idea.”

“Don’t do that to me, little lady, it was fun and we’re fine. Can’t you just enjoy the moment like a normal person?”

Marinette disagreed, that was very wrong, but she couldn’t say no to that face, those eyes… “Okay, sorry. Thanks for this, Nathan, it was fun.” She tried for a smile, and it seemed to please Nathan enough. 

“There you go, see? Let’s grab some snacks and catch a movie, shall we?” He dramatically held out a fingerless-gloved hand towards her and she giggled.

“We shall?” She grinned as she took his hand.

“Attagirl.”

[madamemedic]

Opposite Attraction (Chapter 1: New Places, New People)

(Author's note: Just a quick TW: For parental abuse)

This was the first day in high school, back to going to lessons, back to the hustle and bustle of academia. It was your last year of high school. Nonetheless, you hoped it was going to be a good year. Unfortunately, you were held back two years due to 'unforeseeable' events. Your parents expected nothing less than perfection from you. The fact that it was two years that you were held back was something they barely hid their displeasure about. Still, they were not going to be able to stop you once you graduated and finally got to be your own person.

Hawkins High was filled with problems, and you never really fit in. Your parents didn't allow you to speak like kids your age or act like them. It was always about you representing them; anything less than perfection needed to improve. Don't even start with your wardrobe. You couldn't even pick what you wanted to wear; that was up to your parents.

Thankfully your parents let you ride your bike to school and not drive you there. Though it was a small thing in the grand scheme, having this small thing you had control over felt great. You arrived at school. At least your parents couldn't control what you did here, and they tried. Thank goodness the school was so lacklustre that they just lied to get your parent off their case.

Lunch had come faster than expected, and you passed the lunch hall. It was loud, too loud for your liking. There you saw a boy with long curly hair, he was beautiful, but you knew that he would never be approved by your ever so caring mother and father. Besides that, you had to practice; you promised that you would.

Sitting outside, you opened your lunch pail. It had one sandwich, one small salad and one apple with a water bottle. Yes, even what you ate was under heavy scrutiny. Your weight was something to keep an eye on; you couldn't have a fat daughter. That would be the end of the world, whatever. After consuming your lunch, you started to practice your violin. First, of course, you made sure you used hand wipes. After all, you remember the one time you accidentally got dirt on it. You were made to take it apart and clean it until they were satisfied. Since that day, you have not gotten any instrument you owned to get dirty.

Closing your eyes, you started to play Clair de Lune by Claude Debussy. It was coming up in your recital, and it HAD to be perfect. The music softly floated in the air.

You were so caught up that when you suddenly heard clapping, it made you fall back and gasp in shock. There was the boy from the lunch hall. He lurched forward to help you off the floor. You started to panic as you soon realised that the violin touched the mud. Quickly you examined it, and with a massive sigh of relief, it wasn't too dirty. You had cleaned enough violins, so at this point, it was a non-issue.

"Oh fuck I am so fucking sorry, man; I didn't know this would happen... Like if I knew, I would have tried not to scare you this bad already."

You accept his help as you stand up and place the violin back into the case. What colourful language he used, you thought to yourself. You were never allowed to swear; honestly, it wasn't something you ever wanted to do anyway. Since you could express how you felt without always cursing, this is one of the few things you agreed with your parents on.

"It is fine; I should be paying attention to my surroundings" You were now focused on cleaning any mud from your violin. However, this young man was expecting a different response as his face went from slight panic to confusion.

"What, no freak comment? Or maybe even a glare? Nothing?" Now it was your turn to need clarification. Freak? Glaring?

"Now, I am sorry to be this blunt, but why would I call you a freak or be angry? It was a simple mistake, and I admit I was also at fault." You were now face to face with him. Now you could see him more clearly. You could see how he was even more beautiful up close. His wild brown hair was in the style of a 'shaggy mullet.' A style that is popular with the metal crowd. Your parents already had expressed their opinions about that genre. You never really liked the hairstyle, but on him, it suited it. Oh, and his deep brown eyes. It was like staring into a cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter's night. He had a soft pair of lips that you were sure he used vaseline on. They looked too good to say he wasn't doing anything to them. Now to his outfit. The shirt with the denim jacket. This guy definitely dressed not to impress anybody but dressed to express himself. In some ways, you envied that about him. The freedom to dress however you wanted to and not care if anybody had a problem. Last was his black trousers and white trainers. Even his shoe choice screamed rebel without care.

"Wow, you must be new; most people just call me a freak and leave like if they stayed around me for too long, they'll end up like me" Oh. That wasn't nice of whoever did that to him.

"I am sorry that happened to you, but I will not be calling you any names of the such or rushing to leave because of preconceived notions based on how you look." If your parents saw him, they could pull you away faster than you could blink.

"Uh, thanks. I guess, mind me asking, why are you playing all by yourself at lunchtime? Not that I am judging 'cuz I play an instrument too, ya know. I play the guitar, the electric one" He rubs the back of his neck. You could tell that he was nervous. So you smile at him softly and nod as he speaks. You didn't want him to get the idea that you were mocking him or didn't want to listen, so you sat down and engaged with the conversation.

"I do so because it helps me relax as it is my first day; I had to find my way around all on my own since when anybody in the homeroom was asked if they would not mind helping me, no one offered, so I did it myself."

"Ah, shit. Really? What a bunch of assholes. I would like to show you 'round the school... That's if you don't mind." Whoever this was downright nicer to you than the others had been. They either ignored you or whispered whenever you were near them. It got rather irritating.

"No, not at all. Can you show me tomorrow?

This was when he was now smiling at you, his breathtaking smile of pure joy that you couldn't help but mimic.

"Yeah, totally, sure. I'll show you the first break, and if you don't mind, you could show me more of your skill Viola" Your cheeks heated up; sure, people have complimented your skills but not somebody you thought was cute.

"Viola?"

"Oh, I shouldn't have called you that. Well, it's 'cause you play the violin, and I know there's a viola and its sounds like a name, and I didn't ask you name. So why didn't I ask you your name yet? Would you mind if I asked your name? But, wait, what is your name?"

You couldn't help but feel a strange admiration for the boy in front of you. He must have assumed that you were angry or upset that you were called Viola. It was endearingly cute.

"My name is (Y/L/N), (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). May I enquire how you know about the viola? You do not seem the type to like classical music."

"Ah, you are right about that, more into Black Sabbath and stuff like that. I was getting new strings and saw one being sold. I must have said, 'who spelt violin wrong.' out loud because I was then told I was wrong and that it was a viola, not violin."

You couldn't help but giggle at the thought of somebody asking out loud if the viola was the violin but spelt wrong. That was something you hadn't thought of, but now that you thought about it, it did make sense.

"I see. May I ask you your name now?"

"Oh, duh. My name is"

"Hey, Eddie, I was told you'd be here. Mind if I buy some stuff from you for a party?" You two see what looks like one of the basketball players. Eddie laughs nervously before turning to you.

"Business calls; if you are still up for the tour, I'll meet you same time tomorrow here, OK?"

"Sure"

"Fantastic, I'll see you later" Eddie has already walked off, followed by the basketball player. You didn't even get the chance to say goodbye. At least you made somewhat friends. Eddie. To your understanding, Eddie wasn't a real name, so it must be a nickname. Now, what was his real name? Edison? Not likely. Edwin? He didn't look like an Edwin to you. Edward? Yeah, that had to be it. It made sense to you and sounds like a shorter version of Edward. You could find out the next time you two were together again.

(Author's note, no bad stuff happened, OK? So bad people or things like that. Is only standard bullshit OK?. Good? Good.

[thanksforthedinosaur]

august 2023

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[aweirdfan101]

Hello, can I request yandere platonic separate headcanons with Victor, Vincent, Albert and Claude with younger sister/daughter figure fem!reader ? The idea is they accidentally walked on her quietly crying while looking at happy old photos of herself and her boyfriend who died in accident. Meanwhile they are comforting her, she accidentally fell asleep on them. Feel free to reject!

Hello dearie! I’m finally writing more! But I am sorry this is a little late! I hope you enjoy and have an amazing day/night!

About: Yandere, Platonic headcanons with Victor, Vincent, Albert, and Claude with younger sister/ daughter figure Fem!reader. They accidentally walk in on her quietly crying while looking at happy old photos of herself and her boyfriend who died in Ana accident. They comfort her and she accidentally falls asleep on them!

Type of writing: Fanfiction, Comfort, angst(kinda), Yandere headcanons, platonic headcanons.

Warnings: Death, Yandere themes

Characters: Victor, Vincent, Albert, Claude, and Fem!reader(aka you!)

Yan!Victor Blake x younger sis figure Fem!Reader(platonic)

💕Okay, the moment he sees you crying, total panic mode.

💕He immediately thinks he did something wrong. Did he hurt you somehow? Did he say something to offend you? Breathed a little to much?

💕When he finds out why your crying, he’s a little relived. Mostly that he didn’t do something wrong, but also because he didn’t have to do any dirty work!

💕Even though he’s happy he didn’t upset you, he does feel a little upset about what happened.

💕He understands that you loved and cherished him. So he tries to comfort you as best he can and is overall very understanding.

💕And when you fall asleep on him, he is kinda surprised. But really happy.

💕He’d rub your head and just let you sleep. Tonight was rough for you and sleep might help! He may set you down in your bed and in the morning he’d leave you some coffee, or hot chocolate, or honestly whatever warm and cozy beverage you like.

Yan!Vincent Edgeworth x Younger sis figure Fem!reader(platonic)

🖤When he first saw you crying, he kinda froze.

🖤He wasn’t exactly..good at comforting people. But he really didn’t want to see you cry. It gave him a sinking feeling in his heart.

🖤When he realizes why he doesn’t really react. I mean, he’s relived that nobody hurt you and he didn’t upset you! He cares that you’re crying and upset, but he doesn’t care about your boyfriend.

🖤However, he doesn’t understand why you’re so upset. If he lost Victor he’d be in shambles, the same way if he lost you.

🖤He would try his best to comfort you, buttt he isn’t really the best at that. Similar to Victor, he’d let you vent and be a shoulder to cry on for you.

🖤Just like when he saw you crying, he froze when you fell asleep on his shoulder.

🖤But he’d quickly relax and smile. He wouldn’t wake you up and make sure your comfortable when he sets you down in your bed. He’s just happy you weren’t too upset anymore when you fell asleep.

Yan!Albert Kruger x younger sis figure Fem!reader(platonic)

💜When he saw you crying, his heart dropped. And probably stopped to.

💜Seeing you cry, would probably make him cry. He’d quickly rush to your side and comfort you though! He’d be happy that your boyfriend is dead! But he would be way more focused on how much your hurting from it.

💜While comforting you and you fall asleep on his shoulder. He goes so soft.

💜He smiles and is so happy you fell asleep on his shoulder. His heart is so happy and he just wants you to be happy too.

💜He would rub your head and let you rest in his shoulder for about an hour.

💜Once he decides to move, he would gently place you on your bed would silently whisper a goodnight and sweet dreams to you.

Yan!Claude x younger daughter figure Fem!reader(platonic)

💙Probably the best at comforting you to be totally honest.

💙He would sit beside you and let you cry in his shoulder for however long you needed. He’d make sure to tell you how amazing you are as well. But he won’t say how happy he is that his little girl does not have a partner.

💙When he noticed that you fell asleep on his shoulder he would honestly start crying by how cute he thought you looked.

💙He’d make sure to stay completely still and would let you stay there for decent amount of time.

💙But eventually he would set you down into your bed and let you sleep. He would probably cook your favorite breakfast the next morning to be honest.

[travelling-on-the-octopath]

Suggestion:

A morally dubious choice Claude could have taken that more deeply delves into his underhanded and risky methods without outright breaking his character: *making it seem as though the Alliance is siding with the Empire only to use the "allegiance" to find the perfect chance to strike the Empire at its heart, providing supplies and routes to Edelgard while giving excuses as to why he can’t give troops - offering himself up as a troop in place of others as a “sign of trust” (The Empire thinks they have a hostage, Claude thinks he managed to successfully infiltrate the Empire and make them underestimate him.) The player goes a couple/few chapters without Claude there as a unit making Lorenz/Count Gloucester the de facto leader in Claude's absence. I lose my fuckin' marbles because I exclusively play as Claude in GW he's like 8 levels above everyone else lmaoooo.* *keep him siding with the Empire strictly to his route with the writing in mind and strip him doing that from SB*

His hands are dirty, but he’s keeping his people out of the war as much as possible while working under everyone’s nose to more quickly put an end to it. In subsequent diplomatic talks with the Kingdom and Church he can discover that much of what he thought about the Church was wrong (since lbr pretty much everything he levies against it is like. Not true lmao) and from there determine how he wants to deal with the Church and how the Alliance should be handled after he leaves.

Hell, you can have Shahid's invasion be a more looming force throughout GW, and have The Gard's defeat not be the end of this hypothetical route. It could be given to Shahid instead; another invasion, somehow bigger than the last and more motivated to fight. Except now Claude has the Kingdom and Church to help him, and he struggles with whether to kill Shahid or let him live...

What we got:

An outright evil act that completely snaps Claude’s character in half and is not justifiable: *making Faerghus and Sreng fight each other in GW*

I've heard that it's him taking a darker path, I've heard that it was him being desperate, I've even heard someone try and say he was anxious and anxiety does things to people ("I know I sparked a border war but did you consider that I have anxiety :(" lmao), but like. C'mon. Dimitri at his most mentally unstable, when he was calling people rats and murdering anything that wore red and literally talking to the air because he genuinely thought the ghosts of his loved ones were spurring him on to get vengeance at all costs, still never harmed innocent people and still cared for his friends. He still held onto his core beliefs, and that's with him having way more understandable reasons to discard them than 3Hopes!Claude could ever dream of having. There were ways to develop Claude's darker tendencies without resulting in the assassination that is GW (post That Point) that would have been infinitely more interesting than doing something as horrible as that with no repercussions (no his friends being mad at him for two seconds isn't a "consequence" they still stay with him and follow his lead afterwards)

(sorry for the long ask... and the abundance of them lately 😭 I just like hearing your thoughts!! 💞)

Claude taking advantage of the war, real or feigned depending on how quickly Shahid is dealt with, at the Throat to say that he can't spare many bodies, but he can spare himself . . . . . . . oh you are ON to something, that's kind of glorious. Golden Deer's Plea 2.0 with Claude trading priceless information to one lion king, on the condition that when they get the hell out of dodge, Dimitri will support him in mediating peace with Almyra, whether Claude is on the Fódlani or Almyran side.

Fuck! I know what i said about not writing a GW alternative but the thought is tempting. Hm. Maybe a shorter piece instead of a full-blow, multi-chaptered monster.

The problem with comparing Hopes!Claude to pre-Gronder!Dimitri is the narrative framing, from what I can tell. Obviously I would like to play the route with my own two hands and my own two eyes, but Claude, from what I can tell, is never made out to be wrong the way Dimitri is, nor does he condemn himself for committing acts he would have condemned were he in the right frame of mind. I love an overthinker as much as the next gal, but Claude's whole psyche wouldn't snap under it, and if Dimitri can't bring himself to kill innocents at his darkest, lowest moments because it's the foundation of his person, I have a really hard time believing a little hardship is enough to make Claude resort to the thing that made his childhood an actual living hell.

And don't apologize! As always I love receiving your asks; they're always some combination of funny, relatable, or thought-provoking, so they're a nice thing to see whenever they arrive.

[onyxedskies]

How about this:

Do the full 50 fe3h asks, minus the ones you've already done

I dare you 💕

god damn razz

challenge accepted >:)

my best friend! they had been talking about it for a while and it seemed interesting so i asked for it for my birthday. though i’d been interested in fire emblem for a while thanks to super smash bros

yes, though i’ve wanted to play other ones for a while but don’t have any consoles to play them on

chris hackney. i know nothing else that he’s done but he did dimitri so well

answered here

crimson flower. i’ve had the game for over two years and i still haven’t finished it yet (mostly cause i despise white clouds)

azure moon, 100%

answered here

tragedy of duscur, definitely, but also what happened with mercedes and jeritza and what happened with ashe and lonato.

the scene after you defeat cornelia in fhirdiad in azure moon. when dimitri says “bloodstained as i am… am i fit to be king?” it rips me apart every time in the best fucking way. best scene to me, hands down, can and will recite it word for word whenever it comes on

bow knight. i love it so much, it’s such a fun class to me. and no, it’s not just cause of ashe, though he does play a role in it

maybe im just bisexual but swords. always.

i don’t know where it is and don’t have the energy to find it but there’s this piece of felix and sylvain stabbing each other in the rain that makes me scream every goddamn time

this!!!

this!!!

i’m working on a thing for ashes birthday on the 17th, but no peeks!

seteth, jeralt, shamir, rhea, flayn, catherine, alois, gilbert

linhardt, caspar, hubert, dorothea, ferdinand, bernadetta, petra, edelgard

ashe, dimitri, felix, sylvain, mercedes, dedue, annette, ingrid

claude, hilda, marianne, lysithea, lorenz, raphael, ignatz, leonie

explicitly, yuri, however every character i have ever written will always be written bi coded so take that as you will

literally all the blue lions

linhardt, actually! i headcanon him as ace but not sex-repulsed

answered here!

yuri!

ashe is pan, and felix is unlabeled

ashe

ignatz

answered here!

ashe. the narrative truly did him dirty. he could have been developed as a foil character for dimitri, even more so than felix, but no. he is still kind of a foil character for him and i will elaborate on that if asked but yeah.

the lords should have gotten supports together. there, i said it. i’m not sorry. i want to see claude play a prank on dimitri is that really too much to ask. also ashe and felix should have gotten an a support

answered here!

answered here!

i hate bernie’s preskip hair so much

lorenz 😭

answered here!

ingrid and sylvain

without paired dialogue, ashe and marianne. i love them. with paired dialogue, dedue and dimitri

dimitri. making him blush is so fun. i love him.

ashe and felix

ashe because i love him, the rest of the lions because i love them, marianne because i can’t bring myself to kill her, and lysithea cause she’s a beast

i don’t know who came up with this, but i love the headcanon that the fraldarius family proposed with a dagger with the fraldarius crest and the marrying families crest engraved in it, and that the dagger goes to their first child. i also love the theory that magic users have scars on their hands.

i don’t think i really have any tbh

either felannie or mariashe

yuriashe and ashelix

mariashe

i firmly believe that the lions + yuri are all in a polycule, but on a smaller scale annette/ingrid/felix/sylvain

boring and typical but dimileth holds a very special place in my heart

petrashe. i have no reason to hate it but i do.

ingrid/dorothea. idk i just… don’t see it.

mariashe.

[fanfictionsworld]

Hi, your writing is absolutely wonderful 💖 Could I please request/ask for some headcanons with a reader who doesn't want to sit on yandere Sebastian, Grell and Claude's lap (Separate) since she's a bit chubby and is kinda insecure of how she looks like me (Believe me, people are just brutal when it comes to those sort of things 😭😒) Hope I didn't make you sad and if I did, I'm really sorry TvT

Hi thank you very much for the compliment i am glad you like my writting means a lot to me.I know how it is as chubby person my self.People have no disregared for others feelings about this i hope you get revenge on people how told you that❤❤🤗🥰💖💞

1.Sebastian Michaelis

Sebastian came in to your room after a long day of work.The man was tired of everyone.He just wanted to relax and have you in his lap so he can pet your hair.

As soon as he tried to set you on his lap you stopped him.He was confused as why do not you want to sit on his lap.

He will ask you but you would be to shy to tell him thinking he will make fun of you.

He will plead for you to tell him why not.

As soon as you told that you are insecure of your weight he will start saying how he does not care he loves you for personality more than your looks(not that he thinks that your ugly).He will tell you that he loves your ass and that he very much would like to slap it once in a while.❤🖤

2.Grell Sutcliff

One thing this Queen loves about you is your chubby body.

To her there is nothing wrong with having a littel bit of extra weight it only means your very healthy(as a nursing student i am telling you that it really protects your body and it means that you have a good immune system)

She came back from work all tired and strested and only thing she wanted was to cuddle you.She was about to jump on your body but you moved and she hit the empty side of bed.

She asked whats wrong at first you did not wanted to tell her but she kept begging and begging so you told her what is happening.

She will comfort you throw compliments at you and flirt by telling how beautiful your body is and she wisphered some dirty things in your ear so that she can make you fell better.❤🤍

3.Cladue Faustus

I think personality that as a bigger guy he would like a thick girl.He will not ofcours say it out loud but it is true.

He loves having you on his lap he like feeling and squizing yout thighs they are just so good to feel under hes hands.

He also loves lying between them and snuggel after a long they of work.

Just know that your thighs are his favourite part of you and that squizing them leads to something more.💛🖤

[blackacre13]

Hi I love your work! Even just took a day off to stay home and read it all 🙈, I was wondering if you could write a piece on an idea I saw someone do once (I wasn't able to find who did it.) Anyway the idea was Deb and the crew were chilling drinking some cocktails or some form of beverage and Debbie calls Lou over to come try it and says "it tastes great" and Lou comes over leans in and ✨passionately✨ kisses Deb for like a solid 20 secs (much to the shock of everyone else, who had never seen the 2 kiss) Lou pulls away, smirks and says "your right that does taste great" and leaves winking at Deb, i'm not sure what could happen after that but id love to knew what the gangs reactions would be, sorry if this was long or confusing :)

“Because why would you steal one necklace, when you could steal, more?” Debbie smirked, swinging open the fridge to reveal the plethora of jewels Lou and Yen had scooped up from the exhibit over the water to the sound of awe and gasps from the team around them.

After sharing eyes, that the two partners only had for each other, and a cheers to Claude turned Carl led by Rose, the group was a mess of giggly and tipsy, passing around drinks and ordering in a variety of takeout that had no business going together. But no one seemed to care. They were all millionaires now, after all.

“You don’t have a drink,” Debbie pointed out, hooking her head to the side as she urged the blonde to come closer to her.

“Been too busy reveling,” Lou smiled. “We did it, honey.”

“You did it, baby,” Debbie corrected with a sly grin. “The usual whiskey?”

“After what we did tonight?” The blonde chuckled. “I think I need to shake things up. I mean we are world-renowned jewel thieves now.”

“International, baby,” The brunette laughed. “You can try mine,” Debbie offered, swirling the liquid in her glass around in front of Lou’s face as the blonde licked her lips, her eyes focused on Debbie’s own lips rather than the drink.

“Looks fruity,” Lou mumbled, wrinkling her nose.

“A bit,” Debbie shrugged, holding the drink out closer. “I think you’ll still like it though. It tastes great.”

“You know what?” Lou murmured, leaning into the brunette as she pressed her lips against Debbie’s, kissing her deep and slow before pulling back, licking at her lips as Debbie looked up at her in shock, the drink forgotten by them both. “That does taste great.”

The blonde tossed Debbie a wink before she walked away, Debbie seeming to buffer as she stood still, dazed for a moment before putting the glass down on the table, turning her body to follow the Australian as she glided through the living room, her eyes boring into Debbie’s soul as she waved mindlessly to the group before continuing up the steps. The lack of a bedroom door closing didn’t go past Debbie.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Amita gasped. “Is this a thing?”

“Was that your first kiss,” Rose breathed. “How magnificent.”

“Not the first,” Tammy sighed into a glass of wine. “Definitely been a thing for longer than you’ve been alive, Mita.”

“That drink ain’t the only thing that fruity in here tonight,” Nine grinned, earning a high five from Constance who let out a dollar voiced towards the stairs.

“Well,” Daphne sighed with a smirk. “You gonna go up there and join her, Debbie, or what?”

“Not before we have the deets,” Amita protested.

“Give us the dirty deets!” Constance cheered.

“Or better yet, get the Fuck out of my loft,” Lou yelled down the stairs as the group broke into screams and laughter. “Go to the club. Go to Paris. Antarctica. I don’t care. Just go celebrate and send Ocean’s ass up here stat.”

“You gonna let her talk to us like that, boss?” Constance grinned, tipping a slice of pizza into her mouth.

“You heard her,” Debbie smirked. “Don’t let me get to 3. Scatter.”

“Dude—“

“What the Fuck—“

“I knew it—“

“1…” Debbie threatened, watching the girls start to scramble. “2….”

The team was gone in a flurry of calls goodbye and abandoned snacks and drinks, the door slamming behind them as the cheering continued into the lot outside, the loft suddenly quieter than it had been in weeks.

“What happens if you get to 3?” Lou asked, crossing her arms as she peered down at Debbie from the landing.

“One way to find out, Miller.”

[umiarumi]

fucking three houses | prologue/claude von riegan

afab she/her reader, originally posted on my ao3, myukyu <3

Twirling my sword, an excited grin fell upon my face as I jogged alongside Dorte and Marianne. "Hah! Marie, ya think I can keep up your old steed's pace?" I asked excitedly, huffing slightly. The academy had really buffed your stamina, shit, enough to keep up with a damn horse.

"Oh, (Y/N)! I-um, don't strain yourself since we have nearly reached the monastery." She hesitantly called out, brow furrowing. I laughed it off, nodding as I slowed my pace to meet Raphael jogging, carrying a very unamused Lysithea.

"What's up, you two?" I asked, grinning. The behemoth of a man beamed back, motioning his head to the pouting smaller girl in his arms.

"Lysithea here was starting to struggle, so as a good big bro- I mean, uh, friend! As a good friend, I'm helping keep up!" He cheered, laughing.

"I'll remind you, you thoughtless fool, I am not a child! I am quite the opposite, now." Lysithea barked out at Raphael, folding her arms.

I chuckled, shaking my head. I missed these guys, and once we make it to the monastery... well, teach better have kept his promise and not died on us. ~~~~ ~~~~ PROLOGUE END ~~~~ ~~~~ "Ahh... now this one is gonna fill the spot, thanks, prof!" You cheered, excitedly flicking your eyes between your delicious meal of Beast Meat and your slightly concerned professor.

"That smell... it's amazing! My fav, in fact. Do you like it too?" Claude nodded with you, looking to Byleth out of curiousity. Easygoing, huh?

"I like it."

Usually, you'd laugh at your teacher's blunt speech, yet that meat was begging you to devour it and hey- who are you to deny its wishes? Being back at the monastery with your class and teacher as much as you'd loved being back in your home country, you had a soft spot for the Golden Deer. But five years had changed the lot of you, various glowups being noticed, by the way. Yet, Claude caught your attention the most. Which, being honest, wasn't out of the norm, hell, for anyone!

As you tore through your meat, you caught your former classmate stifling a chuckle at your pure ferocity.

"Oi! Got thomething to thay," You quickly swallowed. "What's so funny!?" You annoyedly accused, slamming a hand on the table. He let out a laugh, shaking his head.

"Easy tiger! You just looked awfully cute with your cheeks stuffed."

You felt your cheeks darken, clicking your tongue as you went back to your meal. "Smooth, dickhead..." You mumbled as your teacher let out a sigh at the two of youse antics. As you all continue to eat, a comfortable silence fell upon your trio.

"That aside, I am glad to see you also returning. I heard from Lorenz that you had disappeared for a while." Your teacher finally spoke, looking to you. Your eyebrows rose in surprise as you let a crooked grin creep up your face.

"Funny you say that. How about yourself, five years asleep! Did any lucky gal or guy come to give you that awakening kiss~" You cooed, switching the topic onto him. You had no idea what you could say without getting yourself and Claude in an unknown amount of trouble.

He raised a brow at your dodging of the question but ultimately let it go. "I did not get kissed, no."

Claude piped up from his suspicious silence, leaning in to pester teach. "Ya sure? You were pretty popular back at the academy!" You snickered after this comment, nodding to egg him on.

"I believe we've finished the meal. I shall see the two of you later." He promptly stood up with his plate and cutlery, returning them to the kitchen before strutting off in his usual stern demeanour.

"Aw, we scared him off!" You jokingly whined, leaning onto Claude. Teasing your no-nonsense teacher was great since he's as clueless as Seteth with three times the patience.

"How will we ever apologise?" Claude moaned alongside you, resting his head on yours melodramatically. You tittered together before recovering and bringing your dirty dishes to the kitchen. Leaving the dining hall, you two walked in silence.

You walked with no aim for a while until Claude stopped. You turned to him, intrigued. Tilting your head, you asked him a question.

"Something up?"

He smiled softly, shaking his head.

"Nah, but I would like to ask you some things." He said, and the lack of a comedic tone set off a minor alarm in your brain. You were no stranger to his inquisitive nature, having known him for a good portion of your life. Yet, you had a feeling this related to before. Even Claude wasn't aware of your whereabouts.

"Sure thing, here?" You asked, folding your arms defensively.

"No... let's go somewhere more private." He said, walking off. You jumped, quickly following him.

~~~~

Following Claude up the spiralling stairs of the Goddess tower was quick, that you could confirm. Nearly stumbling over your steps as he transcended so damn fast, you couldn't even call out for him to slow the hell down.

As you finally made it to the top, avoiding the rubble which had gathered after the battle at the monastery, you had leant against the wall, quickly regaining your breath. Yet as soon as you blinked, Claude seemed to have moved from the centre of the room to a few inches away from your face.

"C-Claude! What the hell...?" You jumped, backing fully up against the cold, stone wall. Feeling the cool stones against your back, you shivered as your former leader stared at you.

"Answer teach's question for me, friend? Where were you while we were stopping the whole damn alliance from being chipped away by the Empire?" He asked, frustrated. He took a step towards you.

You gulped, shaking your head as your eyes darted around the tower, looking everywhere but him.

"That's not the answer I was looking for, (Y/N)."

Your breath hitched as he grabbed your chin to look you in the eyes. His voice lowered, a conflicted emotion on his face. A crooked grin tugged at his lips and yet his brows were furrowed, annoyed.

||Translation: فاک - Fuck||

"I-I was in Almyra!" You yelped, quickly realising what you said as you cursed under your breath, "فاک..." You hissed, embarrassed.

"First, you avoid our questions..." Claude listed, cruelly running his thumb across your lip. Your heart skipped a beat, your eyes finally set on his figure.

"Second, you leave us... breaking our promise," He continued, striking your heart where it hurts.

You bit your lip, eyeing him as he let his hand drop to your shoulder. He pushed you further against the wall. You shivered, yet not from the freezing stone this time.

"I-I... even you said you had no attachment to Fodlan! I thought you wouldn't..." You trailed off, searching for an excuse.

"Everyone thought you died! I thought you died! And yet..." His voice rose, yet less out of anger. He finally brought his face to your extremely red own.

"Where was I? Oh yeah, finally..." You stiffened, knowing what he was going to bring up.

"Leaving me hanging."

Before you all reunited, you had made a short trip into Fodlan to grasp the situation. Yet, your undercover mission soon became an open one as a fateful night in Derdriu occurred.

~~~~

It was a warm evening the night you had made it into the lively streets of the city. Even after the effects of war, the city still seemed to bustle. Unassumedly passing by citizens happily talking, you looked for any Knights of Seiros stationed nearby or even members of the Leicester military. Noticing a particular armoured woman, you tapped her shoulder.

She turned, giving you a pleasant smile. "Do you need anything, ma'am?"

You nodded, playing with the sides of your bodice. "I live a while from the military posts, so could you please tell me... um, how is the war going?" Embarrassed, she laughed softly before explaining.

However, you were unaware of a keen eye watching you. The familiar bobbing of unruly hair, gleaning of sun-kissed skin tied in with a confident stance clued Claude onto just who it was he saw. He waited patiently behind market stalls, keeping an eye on you as you bid the woman goodbye. And oh-so luckily for him, you headed his way.

You passed by him, oblivious to the archer's presence. A sudden hand on your shoulder caused you to jolt, your hand reaching to the hilt of your sword. Whipping around, your eyes soon met the green ones of a certain Alliance leader.

"C-Claude!?" You shrieked, hand still cautiously resting on your sword, unsure if he would take well to your sudden appearance.

"So you decided to show up, huh?" He remarked, and if you knew him any less you'd think that easygoing smile meant he was happy. But that smile never reached his eyes.

Yet, despite his obvious inner conflict, you expelled a breath as he pulled you into a hug. You soon wrapped your arms around him. It had been four years since you left after Edelgard and her forces attacked. You felt his grip loosen as he rose a hand to your chin, that oh-so teasing thumb brushing against your lip.

"May I?" He muttered, and in response, you leant into him, lips locking. What started innocently quickly grew messy and needy, your lips growing red.

As you pulled back, you felt the hard pressure as your fronts brushed together. You blushed before turning your head away.

"I'm sorry Claude, I have to go." You muttered solemnly, pulling yourself together.

"Wait, what? Showing up randomly after four years and then blue-balling me?" He teased yet yearningly reached out his hand.

"I promise, I will return and finish what I started!" You called out, running off into the night.

~~~~

Your face grew hot at the memory. Shuffling nervously, you looked into his eyes.

"Then, will you finish what we started, miss?" He asked, running a hand across your face.

Inhaling, you nodded and answered him. "Yes... please."

With your consent, he pushed himself against you, lips squishing as he brought you upon his own. He soon ran his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for permission.

You parted them quickly, his tongue invading your mouth as your tongue danced with his. He began to unclasp your armour as you shifted to help them come off easier.

Before you knew it, you had both shed to your undergarments, all knowledge of this being an open area quickly leaving your mind.

His hands reached behind your back to fiddle with your bra for a few moments, soon letting it fall to the cold, stone ground. His eyes fell to your breasts, your nipples perk from a mix of the cold air in the Goddess Tower and the heat of the situation.

Quickly, his hands began to fondle and grope your tits, your hand slapping on your mouth as to not alert any patrolling guards.

"These really are great. Your armour disguises you, a good thing that is since you'd probably take a few hits otherwise." He commented cheekily, observing your tightly shut eyes and fluttering breaths.

God, he'd tease you even now!?

One of the hands dropped from your breast, the other continuing to squeeze and roll it like wet clay. The forgotten breast soon regained heat as the scruffy head of the brunette quickly moved to suckle on your aching nipple, causing you to let out a quick yelp.

"How cute." He mumbled into your tit, the vibrations sending a delicious shiver up your spine. Whilst you were focused on the pleasure at your chest, your throbbing cunt soon found a welcoming hand cupping it through your underwear.

"Soaked! Were you wanting this all along? Hah! Pretty slutty for an Almyran warrior." He cooed, fingers running against your clothed slit.

"A-ah... fuck you!" You hissed, deciding on paying back the offer. Your free hand reached down to cup his hidden boner, hand rubbing slowly.

"Ffffuck... fine, you want to do it right here, against this wall sweetheart?" He asked, grinning.

You nodded brashly, slipping out of your drenched underwear. He too shed his remaining clothes and your lips locked in a short kiss before he pulled away.

Grabbing onto your thighs, he lifted you as you hooked your legs around him. Pushing you against the wall, he angled his dick at your pussy. Rubbing slowly, teasingly. The two of you groaned, as finally, he stuck his dick in your needy cunt.

You gasped, feeling it stretch you out, slowly, inch by inch. Bottoming out, the two of you stilled for a moment, catching your breaths. Once you adjusted, signalling him with a nod, he pulled out to the tip, before slamming back in. You moaned unabashedly, eyes fluttering open to see Claude's face scrunch up.

He looked up to you coyly, smirking. "Do you want all of the monastery to find us? Would you like them to see you like this?" Your breath hitched.

"Sweating, being fucked against a wall by your former leader? After five long years, you decide to help." He hissed, continuing to thrust as you gasped with each thrust.

The fulfilling feeling of Claude's dick rubbing against your inner walls gradually inched you to your orgasm, the added brushing of fronts stimulating your clit.

"I could get used to this, you'll really help the war efforts this way. Those poor, exhausted knights who you could've helped. A nice cocksleeve like you, you'll do more by getting fucked than you have the past years." He grunted, venting his frustrations.

Yet, despite all the guilt you should've felt, it only made the aching buzz of your clit all the more stronger.

Your cunt spasmed with each thrust, the routine rubbing and brushing working you towards your end as you felt Claude's dick shudder every time he bottomed out.

"Maybe you could motivate Ignatz? He'd be shy though, but a girl so open like you would be perfect for that." He mumbled, watching your face darken.

"Or Raphael? He could use you as training. You'd be spent by the time he was even finishing, yet a slut like you would be okay with that, right?"

His dick continued to twitch in your pussy, your walls clamping around his cock like a vice. Fluttering as you were so close to your end.

"Shit... even Lorenz... he could use you as practice for his- ngh, noble duties!" He choked out a laugh, breath stuttering.

"But I think I like you best as my little runaway slut, yeah? You fit so well on my cock!" He emphasised the last word with a sharp thrust, your walls clamping shut on his cock, your head hitting the wall as you moaned in ecstasy.

He quickly pulled out, dick spurting ropes of cum on your chest and stomach. As you both caught your breath, you caught Claude smiling at you.

"It's good to have you back, my friend."

[buterflies-and-ladybugs]

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Notes: I want to say a big thank you to the MGI discord for being so encouraging and helping me continue writing.

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Chapter 4:

"Come on Mari"

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"You- you killed him!"

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"Jason Todd-Wayne, the second adopted child of Bruce Wayne, was murdered by the Joker in…"

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"What's wrong Miss?"

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"Why did you have to leave"

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Nettie woke up to the sound of crashes and screams. Mom and Jay were fighting again. It probably has to do with her, but maybe she could block it out. Just a few more minutes…

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Marinette was sitting clutching the ripped pieces of her first fully homemade outfits, but she couldn't tell Jay. He would say something and Mom would be upset. If Mom got upset she would get "so high she is practically in space" as Jay put it once. When Mom is high then Jay has to do more work to take care of both of them, and he would probably get in trouble for it.

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Mom was dead. Nettie has to be strong now. Everything was fine. All she had to do was keep her head down. Don’t let Jay find out about the bruises, or anything that she had to do. Jay has enough on his plate. Don’t make him worry over how her curse abilities were acting up again. Just keep going.

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“Nettie stay here ok I don’t want you to get caught in this”

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“We are your new family. Don’t forget it brat”

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“Mari! Mari are you ok?” a voice echoed through her thoughts.

“Claude. Get away, I don’t want to hurt you too!” replied the blue eyed girl.

“Mari I won’t leave you, my friend. If I left you I would be a terrible host brother, plus I have to repay you for saving my ass yesterday.” earning a small giggle from the girl who was still scratching at her skin.

“Can- Can I please have a hug?” whispered Marinette.

“Of course,” replied the brunette, opening his arms which were quickly full of the raven haired girl.

“I- I- I’m so sorry. You probably hate me now because I punched that Wayne boy and then there were so many people I-” she rambled before she realized Claude was snickering. “What are you laughing at?” she said defensively.

“Marinette I can assure you that you are not the first to punch Damian, and you will most definitely not be the last. I kinda hate to say it, but he does have the title of ‘Ice Prince’ for a reason.” Claude stood up and offered her his hand. “Now as much as I dislike math I think I did promise Mr. Loyd that I wouldn’t completely miss his class showing you around, so we may have to cut it down a bit if you're still up for it.”

“I- I think I am. Thanks Claude” Marinette replied, taking his hand.

“It should be a ten minute walk if we rush a bit” said the brunette before he began to fill the silence with talk of funny cat videos he saw. And soon the two of them were laughing clearly into the dirty air of the bustling city.

Once Claude had given her the basic tour, with a map included of course, and she was feeling more comfortable with being back at school, or at least as comfortable as she can be considering the circumstances. They ended up going to Mr. Loyd’s math class together, and Claude fulfilled his promise with the bell ringing 5 minutes after they entered, barely allowing time for her to get to a seat and take out her notebook.

Math was followed by French, and Marinette was quick to discover that Damian Wayne was in her class due to the teacher, Ms. Sanderson, assigning her seat next to him. Although, one of Claude's friends, Allegra if she wasn’t mistaken, is also in this class.

Once class began, they were assigned to talk with their seat partner in French to practice communication. Turning to Damian, Marinette began to speak in fluent French “It was wrong of me to punch you earlier. Even if you were acting like a complete prick …” earning her a “tch” in response to her statement. Continuing she said “I know you are … acquaintances, so as Claude’s friend I want to at least be civil. We can be frenemies.”

Considering her offer, Damian tilted his head to the side “I suppose that I can stand being in your presence for the sake of the others.” After taking in his answer she nodded her head and stook out her hand. “How about we reintroduce ourselves? I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and you are?”

“Damian Wayne.” As soon as he said that a small squeal was heard from the person sitting behind Damian. Turning to face her Damian quickly said “Eavesdropping Holloway?” getting a snort and a quick, sarcastic “Me. No. Never.” from Holloway.

Taking a closer look at the apparent eavesdropper Marinette couldn’t help but appreciate her style. She was tall with long blonde hair tied back in an elegant braid. She had silver glasses which accentuated her deep grey eyes that stood out against her tanned skin, a simple, lavender cropped sweater over light wash, high-rise jeans. The girl offered out her hand “My name’s Allegra Holloway, and yours is?”

“Marinette, which I’m sure you totally didn’t hear earlier.” the raven haired girl sarcastically replied with a wink, gaining a giggle from Allegra. “You’re Claude’s friend, right? He told me you would be in class here.”

“That would be me. I can’t believe Damian actually agreed to being frenemies with you.”

“What can I say? I am just that amazing.” The girls stared at each other before quickly breaking out into laughter. Though it was soon silenced by Ms. Sanderson, the girls quickly became friends and got along great.

Soon, Marinette’s fears were beginning to calm, especially since Claude promised to meet her for lunch. She was waiting at the base of a specific set of stairs talking with Allegra, comparing their schedules, when Claude came by talking with a blond haired boy with striking blue eyes. He was wearing a smokey grey vest with black buttons over an ivory button down shirt with a black tie countaining blue accents to match his eyes. He had on slacks to match the vest, and black dress shoes to finish off the outfit. His hair was styled, but simple enough that it looked natural, and he held himself with an air of confidence and grace.

Claude looked up and upon seeing them immediately came over. “Mari. You don’t know how refreshing it is to have you here. Felix was being so mean to me!” fake sobbing Claude put his arm on her shoulder.

Laughing, she heard the blond, who she assumed was the previously mentioned Felix, say with a deadpan expression “It's only because you messed up 5 + 7. We are in a Calculus class. I hope you can understand how ridiculous that is.” which only caused Marinette to laugh harder.

“I- I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” she said, addressing Felix before she took Claude’s hand off her shoulder. “Come on Claude. If you're going to mess up like that, at least text me next time for the answer.” she said sarcastically, getting a startled laugh in return.

Felix held his hand out “I’m Felix ✨Le Blanc✨, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Shaking his hand, Marinette gave him a smile and a quick “you too” in response.”

“Oh Le Blanc, I see you met Dupain-Cheng” said Damian’s voice from down the hall, in a way close enough to Chloe’s that she never wanted them to meet.

“Hello Wayne” said Marinette in tandem with Felix causing Allegra and Claude to laugh.

“We should go get lunch, unless you want to stand here looking like idiots the whole lunch period?”

So they headed out to get lunch. These were some amazing people. Maybe, just maybe she could let down her guard for once.

(No I did not forget the tag list. Many of the users changed so I am restarting it. Please let me know if you would like to be added to it.)

[kiss4kazu]

ooh! can i request something spicy?? maybe headcanons of claude, dimitri, and felix’s kinks?

spicy hcs | dimitri, felix, claude

this is combo between just kink hcs and also how first times being freaky w these three go hahhahahahhahah screams. this is not safe for kiddos so proceed with caution folks 

felix <3 

whew, okay. sweats. um 

so the first time u and felix do the do was definitely not planned. things tend to escalate a lot with felix when it comes to intimacy. pecks goodnight lead up to make out sessions and all of a sudden his hand is down your pants and you’re honestly not complaining. 

felix is definitely more of a giver than a receiver, not because he liked giving, but because he liked being in control. he liked seeing you writhe beneath him and all that jazz. 

he’d definitely deny you from reaching your high multiple times, partially to draw out the activity since you tend to come quite quickly beneath his touch but also because hearing you whine his name helplessly was a really big fucking turn on and he always swelled with pride knowing he was the only person who can turn you into a sobbing mess. 

felix has 2 moods. his soft and pliant types of fucking, and his arrogant, i’m big bad felix fraldarius and my cock is 30inches long type of fucking. he knows hes hot, he knows he has a pretty dick, might as well utilize it.

he hates praise when it’s ingenuine, for things intangible that he hadn’t earned himself. when it’s people praising him for his title or the power of a fraldarius battalion. 

but praise when it comes from you? when it’s you letting him know just how amazing he feels inside of you, how with every thrust of his hips your brain short-circuits and your eyes water with unspilled tears? when it’s you not being able to even form coherent words anymore because felix fraldarius is throbbing inside of you... yeah, that kind of praise. it does wonders for him and his dick. 

he’s also into hair-pulling

and overstimulation

hes also rly rly easily jealous like if someone else was making eyes with you or perhaps you were giggling a little too loudly with some handsome noble he’d just yank you away and march u up the stairs to his dormitory before kissing you hard 

he’s the type to make u beg and be rly possessive he’d just fuck you so ruthlessly hair stuck to his skin, panting “you’re mine. mine. say it” and u would just cry bc why tf he so sexy hello-

as mentioned in my kissing post, felix sucks the life out of you when he kisses you so it’s only logical that he fucks the life out of you too.  

im kidding ofc!! not rly

although he’s on the giving end of things, it’s still completely self-indulgent, felix gets off just knowing he’s getting you off because he’s a sexy narcissist like that. 

but on some days, he really really wanted you to know he cared a lot about you. 

felix isn’t the best with words, but he was really good with his tongue, so things usually worked out okay. he’d kiss you, everywhere. every inch of you, leaving hickeys in even the most visible places because who fucking cares. you were his, he needed you to know that. he needed everyone to know that. 

he can be sensitive sometimes too, make love, if you will. 

he has to be rly emotional tho, so it’s probably after something eventful happens in his life. like when the kingdom takes back fhirdiad, or wins the war. or when he’s sleepy and tired and wakes up hard and is just too lazy to put on his big bad scary persona. 

sleepy felix is submissive felix, aka my favorite felix. sleepy horny felix is all whiny and blushy and just wanted to come and he absolutely despised himself for it

you were well aware of how much he hated himself for being soft and needy, but that made teasing him all the more fun.

so yes, some nights felix would fuck you brainless and soak in the sound of your voice crying out his name helplessly. but on other nights, felix would lay down, his hair splayed against the pillow, your fingers twirling his locks and tugging gently as your other hand jerked him off, lips pressed against his as you breathed in his whines and grunts.

hearing him whine was a really rare sight, but it did slip out occasionally, when you squeezed the base of his member unexpectedly or when you took him deep into your throat and swallowed around him. felix really likes fucking your mouth. 

yeah felix is an emotionally constipated sex god 

claude ! 

whew lord. 

ok so claude, my sweet, cheeky, little shit <3 

the first time probs wasnt even intentional with him either he was just teasing you a little too much and things got a bit carried away but it’s a great time nonetheless

doing the do with claude is probably a rollercoaster ride, he would literally never shut up and would just say the most stupid things and you’d hate yourself for still being so desperate for his touch because somehow in between his terrible jokes and merciless teasing he whispered complete filth into your ears.

he’s a master of dirty talk, chuckling against the shell of your ear at the sound of you choking out a sob at his words, tugging at your earlobe just to spur you on even further. 

“don’t tell me you’re clocking out already?” you’d just glare at him in frustration despite your flushed cheeks and he’d kiss you on the tip of your nose and laugh in amusement at your misery 

he’ll literally do everything but fuck you, covering every inch of your skin in love bites, especially your chest. he’d literally eat you out or suck you off until you were dizzy but if you want him inside of you, he’d definitely make you beg. 

if you ever tried to get smart with him… um, he’d uh .. p-punish you 

not like in a pain kink type of way he’d just pull out right before you could nut and would laugh maniacally in your face afterwards because that’s what you get for being a smart ass ! denying u from coming is basically how he punishes u so its a pretty long night but claude’s really really good with his tongue so you’re guaranteed to come like 3 times at minimum anyways

he’d devour you, all smirks and with eyes filled with mirth and he wouldn’t give in until you were absolutely wrecked under him. 

he’s very um… dominant, i would say

but not an aggressive dom, definitely a playful dom who enjoys edging and teasing a bit too much 

he’s also pretty experimental, i can see claude as a bit of an exhibitionist also, he’d probably fuck you in the cathedral just for shits and giggles 

but he is human and despite how much of  a little shit claude is he’s just as wrecked as you he’s just much better at hiding it 

he’d probs quit the teasing once he himself can’t handle it anymore

and wow uh thats when claude gets all sensual 

when claude’s kind of in overdrive and completely uncoordinated just messily thrusting over and over again to finally get you both to that place thats when he becomes all romantic and lovey 

would compliment you to no amounts end, call you all sorts of pet names like honey, sweetheart, baby, etc. 

his messy curls would stick to his skin, his forehead pressed firmly against yours, verdant eyes blown wide maintaining eye contact with you just for that extra level of intimacy because watching you when you’re like this really drives him over the edge. 

he’d pant against your lips, kiss you roughly and somehow find it in himself to even let out an amused laugh because he’s having sex and that’s kind of funny for some reason

claude’s pull-out game probably a1 but idk he’s possessive in less conventional ways so i feel like he’d  get off to the thought of releasing inside you and watching him drip down your thighs bc yea

claude is also the king of aftercare let it be known

he’d have so much energy after sex for some reason like he’d just hop right up clean your bodies, fetch you tea if you wanted some and curl up with you resting on his chest, running his fingers over the skin of your arms tenderly and smiling softly to himself when exhaustion takes over you and you slip into a warm slumber against his chest. 

i love him bye

dima 

ok so dimi is a busy busy boy and even when he does have free time he’s never entirely there his mind is always kind of somewhere else u know 

he’s always struggled w getting a proper night's rest and always overworks himself into hysteria

so, as his lovely s/o, you presume a nice session to destress will help loosen those knots in his muscles and all that chaos whirring around in his mind

you were thinking a nice trip to the sauna or something

but dimi had other ideas 

 he’d just look at you and his gaze would darken all of a sudden and with just a glance at him you already feel the wind being knocked out of you 

it would be rly sudden, like dimitri’s just rly needy all of a sudden and he’s taking whatever you’ll give rly he has so much pent up stress and needs some form of release and he’s so so emotional and touchy and won’t stop kissing you with so much fervor and desperation

dimi is 1000% a lovemaker im sorry u cannot convince me otherwise. unless he is feral. if he is feral then understandable have a good day. 

he’s all about pampering and kissing every inch of you and asks every five minutes is this okay? are you comfortable? does that hurt? are you sure? because he’s terrible with fragile things and if he ever hurt you he’d never forgive himself poor baby

part of you just wants to grab his face and say !!! im fine !!! you big idiot !! but you just pull him to your chest and nuzzle your face into his neck and breathe him in deeply, kissing his jaw gently before reassuring him i’m fine dimi, stop worrying 

he’d calm down instantly and focus back on the task at hand, pleasuring the love of his life hehe

BODY WORSHIPPING non stop praises just kissing everywhere his lips come across you’d love it but hate it at the same time bc part of you just wants him in u already and the other half of u is just so so enamoured by him and feels so warm and loved and appreciated

he’s more of a giver than a receiver as well though for opposite reasons compared to felix, he worries about your comfort so much to the extent where it distracts him from his own pleasure, and it isn’t until he’s inside of you that he remembers and is like oh wow fuck and yea things dont usually last very long for him since he always neglects his own pleasure in favor of yours. he gets so focused on making u feel good because he loves you so much and he needs you to know that so yeah he doesn’t remember to even touch himself lmao 

you’d probably come like twice before dimi even whips his schlong out 

at the peak of his pleasure tho dimi gets kinda rough ngl. he’s a person whos very emotionally driven so when everything gets to be a bit too much he’s just slamming into you with so much force your skin stings, grip so tight on your hips there’s sure to be bruises in the morning but despite how rough he is his eyes are nothing but gentle and so so loving 

probably says something like oh seiros when he’s about to come LMAOOO 

dimi is also a king with aftercare but he’d probably knock out like a log afterwards and it’d be like the best sleep he’d get tbh all warm and satiated and just content

dimi sex god 

[fireemblems24]

Azure Moon: Chapter 17

I'm an emotional wreck right now.

If you're looking for a coherent review of events - this isn't it. I'm going to need to cry in a corner for a bit first.

Pre Battle:

Oh, right. Now Gilbert and Rodrigue are talking about fog. Did they just forget to make this Fog or War or something? Not that I'm complaining.

Oh, boy, Duscur talk. Poor Rodrigue. He lost a best friend and two sons that day 😭I still hope Felix forgives him. I really don't think Rodrigue did anything wrong.

So I had to look up who Lady Patricia was again, and please, dear God, no. Please tell me Dimitri's step-mother didn't arrange that.

The writers are like - how much trauma can we shove into one character: all of it. Oh, wait, oh wait, let's have his step-mother arrange his brutal death too! Oh, great idea. 😑

HOLY SHIT - DIMITRI ALMOST DIED AT DUSCUR. HE DIDN'T TELL ME THAT. OMG. All this time.

So he spent the whole time talking about how everyone else got hurt and didn't even mention he ALMOST DIED 😭😭😭😭. This character makes my heart hurt.

So are we gonna see Patricia again? Is she part of that evil mage group?? God I hope not.

Oh, no, the messenger to the Alliance got killed. That explains how the game is going to be like - no two lords for you! - even when it makes more sense to team up in AM. Did this happen in VW too? That would explain why Dimitri didn't want to join Claude tbh.

Sounds like a pretty brutal death too. 100% picked it was the Empire. Dimitri's all about it lol.

Oh, "Maiden" Fleche is back.

Good God this feels 100x more epic on AM than VW. I'm honestly starting to feel sorry for Claude. He got done dirty compared to the other two.

And now it's Ferdinand's birthday. Now is not the time, bro.

I'm betting it's the same cut scene? I get to see Dimitri say "Kill every last one of them again" lol.

Edelgard be like - last time we were classmates fighting, this time I'm here to kill all of you and take over your lands.

Battle:

Alright - the battle. Thankfully I have Bernie recruited so no more fires for her, poor thing.

Lysithea and Ignatz are on here though. I'm assuming Claude retreats? Probably not the other two. But I'm trying to stick to the "kill everyone" (or I guess I should say "Kill every last one of them!" lol).

Gotta have Dimitri fight Claude and Edelgard to get that sweet-sweet dialogue.

Dimitri's just going to solo the alliance troops. Batallion Wrath/Vantage/Retribution is one hell of a drug. Just gotta watch out for gambits, but only really worried about Claude tbh.

Claude's range is too big, which is why Dimitri's taking that route. Thematically I'd love to watch him just solo all the Empire troops, but I can't risk Claude flying around if I want that unique battle dialogue.

LAMO - Byleth crit Hubert. Though, interesting note. In VW, Dedue insists he can still fight when he's defeated, and Dimitri tells him to get off the battlefield and live (rudely). Hubert says he needs to retreat, and Edelgard says nothing about his injuries.

Oh, shit, Petra too. Didn't see her there.

And now Leonie and Hilda too. Does Hilda retreat like Hubert and Dedue?

So Leonie, Lysithea, and Ignatz are dead. Hilda, Petra, and Hubert retreated. Hubert really likes to show up, get his ass handed to him, and then retreat. Who do you end up doing this to more, Hubert or the Death Knight?

Guys, I think Dimitri might have an issue with Edelgard. If you let them fight each other in VW, does he say the same thing?

OMG Edelgard philosophizing about death after Dimitri's like - pick a way to die. For some reason this is amusing.

And then he crits. Dimitri likes doing that.

Oh, shocking, she retreats too.

OMG Dimitri was MVP (shocking, I know), but it's so amusing to see "Dimitri's motivation is maxed out" right after criting Edelgard.

Post Battle:

So Dimitri goes to chase after Edelgard, which kills him in VW.

Man he sounds so enraged - like a setback after the progress. And yelling at Rodrigue 😭

Oh, shit, what is Fleche doing here.

Man, this is so much more intense than VW.

Oh shit - Fleche stabbed Dimitri. OMG. Saw that coming. Rodrgue's so worried.

Oh shit. Oh God. Rodrigue just died saving Dimitri, didn't he? Dimitri wasn't even going to fight back, was he?

OMG 😭😭😭😭😭😭

He's really dying guys. Why.

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WHY DID HE DIE THOUGH?

"Live for what you believe in. Your life is your own."

If I ever hear anyone shit-talk Rodrigue, I'm going to have words.

Oh, shit Felix. Felix never made up with his father.

Nevermind, I want VW back. 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

(Oh, wait, nevermind, Dimitri just died in VW. I take that back)

Chris Hackey though. (I get the feeling he really liked Dimitri. How could you not, though?)

Oh shit guys, I'm getting watery-eyed.

Rodrigue just fucking died saving Dimitri.

Yo - Lambert is hot though. WHY DO ALL THAT HOT OLDER GUYS DIE? Please someone look out for Seteth.

Oh, shit Lambert should've listened to Rodrigue.

Rodrigue is so loyal and good. Fuck any haters.

On a side note - Byleth pretty badass taking Fleche out.

Ok - here comes the Byleth part.

Dimitri's "I haven't slept in a week" look is gone.

Oh, shit, where is he going? He's going to leave, isn't he?

C'mon, Byleth, don't let him leave. 😭😭😭

Dimitri thinks he'd just too far gone 😭😭😭😭😭😭

There's Survivor's Guilt, and then there's Dimitri, holy shit.

OMG his little voice wavers asking the professor for answers. Dimitri's going to be the end of me.

Also - Chris Hackney is a gem. Like, all the VAs are pretty good with a few exceptions, but Dimitri demands more range than most of them, and he sells all of it. It's what Dimitri deserves though.

I picked "You must forgive yourself," because holy hell 😭😭😭

He really just thinks he has no value, doesn't he. 😭😭😭

"As the sole survivor of that day, do I . . . Do I have the right to live for myself?" 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

And Byleth just reaches out her hand again 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

"Your hands are so warm . . . have they always ben" 😭😭😭

Shit, man, I don't like Byleth much, but this is good shit. Maybe I like Byleth a little.

Next Chapter title is "The King's Triumphant Return" 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Hell yeah, we're going to free the Kingdom!

Does this mean I get Dimitri's supports now?

Oh, boy, Dimitri's here. And Dedue's worried about his wounds. OFC he is.

He sounds so normal now.

Dimitri's apologizing. Is it weird to feel proud of a character? Because I feel proud of a character.

"I wish to do the right thing from now on." 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

OMG, Dimitri, this route is an emotional ride.

Hell yeah, let's go kick the Empire out of the Kingdom!

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He's finally going to start living for himself, I'm just feel like a proud mom.

OMG FELIX CALLED HIM DIMITRI. WHY IS THIS ROUTE LIKE THIS?😭😭😭

I love all the Blue Lions so much. They're all precious.