#Fire Emblem Three Houses Ignatz imagine

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Hi could I request headcanons for Felix Ignatz and Ashe being shy around female reader? If that's ok of course.

Felix:

Out of all the boys, Felix is the one who handles his feelings the worst. He doesn’t even know what happened; last week, he’d had no problem mouthing off as the two of you sparred, his tongue as sharp as the edge of his sword. A flick of his wrist and your own blade had gone flying across the arena, embedding itself in a bay of hale near the wall— as you fought to free your sword from its new prison, you’d pouted at your opponent, and Felix’s next words died in his throat.

Since then, he’s had trouble approaching you in any fashion, and he doesn’t know what changed. Used to, the pair of you were constantly bickering, taking clear relish in your verbal sparring sessions as much as your physical ones. Other students would look between each other with obvious worry painted on their faces as Felix made some comment about your parentage— but when you followed with an uppercut to his ego, it was apparent you were comfortable. Now, though, when you sit next to him in the dining hall, Felix doesn’t say a word; your shoulders brush against his and he finds himself curling inwards. It pisses him off.

Of course you noticed. Even if you didn’t know what was going on, it was clear that Felix was struggling with something; he’d never been the type to share his feelings, but damn if you weren’t going to make him talk somehow. But it seems like Felix is avoiding you— whenever you enter the training hall, he’s quick to sheathe his sword and shut his mouth. When your eyes meet his in class, his face turns red— or maybe it’s just a trick of the candlelight. You’ll get him to talk eventually.

Ignatz:

Ignatz is already fairly shy; he’s used to having to hide aspects of himself, always fearing what other people might think if he strays too far from his projected self-image. It had taken a lot of work to get him to open up to you, and now that he’s comfortable enough to involve you with his art, you don’t want to shatter that fragile balance.

One night, he’d dragged you to an oft-ignored balcony, where he’d already set up his canvas and paints on the stone. He was a bit too nervous to outright ask if you’d pose for a painting, but you knew him well enough to take the hint, quickly sitting yourself on the low stone wall and turning to stare out over the courtyard. And it was there in the moonlight that Ignatz realized he was suddenly really nervous.

The painting will never be finished if he can’t bring himself to look at you, he knows that much. But Ignatz’s hands are trembling too much now, and he barely gets through a basic sketch within the first hour you’re up there. He sighs out an apology, setting his supplies down and averting his gaze; you just smile, one that has his heart slamming against his ribcage, and agree to come back whenever he’s feeling better. For the next few days, Ignatz observes you from afar, hoping to maybe memorize enough of you that he can finish the portrait by himself— but even that doesn’t work, because you’re always catching him staring, and your smile blinds him.

Ashe:

Ashe is already fairly open with his emotions; from the moment you’d met, he turned into a squeaky-voiced bundle of nerves whenever you managed to rope him into a conversation. His face would turn a shade of red that completely drowned his freckles, and suddenly he found his shoes the most interesting thing on earth. It was probably one of the cutest things you’d ever seen.

He’s very easy to tease, especially because he’s eager to prove himself. You’re surrounded by strong men of varying titles and royal bloodlines— if he wants your attention, he’s going to have to fight for it. Of course, that’s easier said than done; the moment he realizes you’re watching him, he completely falls apart. When you’re paired for kitchen duties, his usually-steady hands are shaking so much that he drops everything; even with his beloved bow and arrow, if you’re around, he can’t hit the broad side of a barn.

It’s too cute. He’s too cute. Whenever you get the chance, you find yourself practically hanging off him in ways that you probably shouldn’t, draping yourself over his shoulders until you’re worried he’ll combust. He still makes valiant efforts to fumble through a sentence or two, but the fact that you’re so close— the fact that you might like him the way he likes you— it’s too much. You know it’s bad when Dimitri tells you to knock it off.

[ym-loreposting]

The Enbarr Conspiracy

Previously I wrote about Agarthan influence in the Holy Kingdom of Faerghus and the Leicester Alliance from Fire Emblem: Three Houses and Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes. To round that out, here I want to discuss the nation they had probably the biggest and most overt influence on: the Adrestian Empire. Spoilers for both games under the cut.

The Hrym Rebellion and Insurrection of the Seven

Like the Tragedy of Duscur, the roots of the Agarthan presence in Adrestia have a longer history. In the Empire's case, this starts with a rebellion in the Hrym territory in its far east. In the Imperial Year 1167, thirteen years before the start of both Three Houses and Three Hopes, the incumbent Emperor Ionius IX tried to concentrate power into the hands of the imperial throne. In Hanneman and Hubert's C Support, it is explained this would take power away from Seven Great Houses in the Empire. Six of these provide minister positions in the court of the emperor: House Aegir providing prime ministers, House Vestra providing Ministers of the Imperial Household, House Hevring providing the Ministers of the Interior, House Bergliez providing the Ministers of Military Affairs, House Varley providing the Ministers of Religious Affairs and House Gerth providing the Ministers of Foreign Affairs.

Hrym, a house of more ordinary Imperial Viscounts is counted as the seventh of these houses due to its involvement in subsequent events, as explained in the Three Houses Paralogue Retribution:

"It was the six great noble families, plus Hrym."

In response to the planned reforms of Ionius IX, House Hrym rebelled and tried to join the Leicester Alliance, which it is separated from by the Airmid River. In this rebellion, House Hrym was aided by House Ordelia of the Alliance and so they mounted a rebellion. The rebellion was subsequently crushed by the Empire and the line of House Hrym wiped out. A puppet ruler was installed while the actual governance of the region was left to Duke Ludwig von Aegir.

Credit to @cartographers-office for removing the names from the Fódlan map used in the above picture.

In response to these events, the Six Great Houses grew fearful of Ionius's rule and what he might do against them. They banded together with House Hrym to strip power away from the Emperor in the Imperial Year 1171 in the so-called Insurrection of the Seven.

It is hard to say how much of these events happened naturally and how much, if anything, was an Agarthan conspiracy. No direct hints of foul play are given, but there are a few notable things. Around the same time as Hrym's subjugation, the Empire gained sway over Ordelia territory as well. Some of their officials were replaced with Empire officials, among whom were Agarthans. Furthermore, Shambhala, the city where the Agarthans live, is located in Hrym territory as well.

It is possible the Agarthans had nothing to do with the initial rebellion and took advantage of the Empire troops going to Ordelia, repurposing the occupation for their own ends. However, in the chapter Darkness Attacks (Chapter 13) of Golden Wildfire, the Agarthans cause major revolts in both Hrym and Ordelia territories by stirring up bandits. Ignatz compares these revolts to the initial Hrym Rebellion at the military camp:

"The bandits have spread as far as Hrym territory, right? There’s never been rioting on both sides of the Airmid River simultaneously. Oh, but if I recall, House Ordelia and House Hrym have suffered through a disturbance like this once before. At the time, Viscount Hrym staged an uprising, and Count Ordelia joined her. I can’t imagine that bears any relation to our current crisis, but it does give me pause."

This parallel is noteworthy and may imply the Agarthans had a hand in stirring up the initial Hrym Rebellion, but Ignatz also says he can't imagine any relation between the incidents. At the very least, the Agarthans took advantage of the situation to further their own ends in Ordelia.

Agartha takes root in Adrestia

In the Insurrection of the Seven, House Arundel sided with the insurrectionists to strip the Emperor of his power according to the Register of Empire Nobles, Part I. It was the political unrest caused by the Insurrection of the Seven that forced Anselma von Arundel/Patricia, Volkhard von Arundel and Edelgard to seek asylum in Faerghus.

This was arranged by the Agarthan Cleobulus, who had taken up the identity of the mage Cornelia, and it was this that allowed the Agarthans to take control over the Empire. It is mentioned in Chapter 6 of Azure Moon that in the Imperial Year 1174, Volkhard stopped donating to the Church of Seiros. This marks the year that Volkhard was replaced by Thales, the leader of the Agarthans, and also the year that he and Edelgard returned to Adrestia.

Thales would go on to become the regent of Adrestia, likely because of Ionius's political impotence and likely because none of his children were of age yet. It might also have been a reward for House Arundel's support in the Insurrection of the Seven. Contrast this to House Nuvelle, which had sided with Emperor Ionius. As a result, when the foreign nations of Dagda and Brigid attacked in the Imperial Year 1175, House Nuvelle was not given support. Its town was destroyed in the war by Dagda and Brigid and dissolved after the war's conclusion, as explained in the Constance/Byleth B Support from Three Houses. House Nuvelle's territory would end up being given to House Gerth.

Likely as a result of Thales now having control over the Empire, the Agarthans began to infiltrate Adrestia en-masse. As said by Edelgard in her Supports with Hubert in Three Hopes:

"Our hidden foe [the Agarthans] was deeply entrenched in almost every facet of Adrestian society. The two were almost inseparable."

So after the Tragedy of Duscur was orchestrated by Cleobulus in Faerghus in the Imperial Year 1176, the imperial nobles rewarded those involved with large sums of money and resourced. This was likely done by Thales and the other Agarthans in the Empire to strengthen the allies of Cleobulus in Faerghus.

The Enbarr Experiments

Gaining rulership of the Empire was one goal of the Agarthans with taking advantage of its political unrest. However, they also had a second goal and that goes back to the initial Hrym Rebellion. In its aftermath, as mentioned before, the Empire gained sway over Ordelia region and Agarthans managed to infiltrate the Empire officials stationed there.

As explained in the Lysithea/Byleth A Support in Three Houses, the Agarthans performed blood reconstruction surgeries on the children of House Ordelia and killed them one by one. Lysithea was the only one who survived the Agarthan experiments and received two Crests, one of Gloucester and one of Charon, from them. She also lost all pigment in her hair and her lifespan was greatly reduced. The Agarthans considered this a success and left Ordelia territory shortly after.

These experiments were a test run for what the Agarthans went on to do in Enbarr, the capital of Adrestia, after they had seized control of the Empire and with the aid of the Empire's noble houses. As explained in the Edelgard/Byleth Support line in Three Houses, Emperor Ionius IX had 11 children, including Edelgard, and they were all imprisoned in dungeons under the Imperial palace. There the Agarthans performed a second round of blood reconstruction surgeries, leaving most of Ionius's children either dead, crippled by disease or not sound of mind. The goal of the Agarthans was to implant the Crest of Flames in one of these children, as that Crest is the most powerful of all according to Rhea in Chapter 21 of Verdant Wind:

"An incredible power that we children cannot hope to match dwells within the blood of the progenitor god."

Edelgard was the only one to make it out of the experiments relatively unscathed, as she successfully received the Crest of Flames in addition to her minor Crest of Seiros. According to Edelgard, the Agarthans did all of this to create a peerless emperor to rule Fódlan. In the words of Three Houses director Toshiyuki Kusakihara, Edelgard is Agartha's "masterwork."

Thales also makes all of this explicit in Chapter 10 of Three Houses:

"You [Flame Emperor/Edelgard] are our greatest creation. We used the defiled beast's blood as the fuel to your flame, that you may burn even the gods. Now is the time to cleanse Fódlan of that power, and bring forth our salvation."

And that is about everything the Agarthans have orchestrated in Agartha prior to the start of Three Houses and Three Hopes, but their greater purpose and plan remains a bit enigmatic, even though Thales hints at it in the quote above. But what that is perhaps a story for another time.

[couldtransitionsaveher]

IGNATZ VICTOR from FIRE EMBLEM: THREE HOUSES

JUSTIFICATION:

"Has an obligation to family to become a knight but yearns to be a painter. Feels inadequate around (other) women. Dreams of being a pegasus knight. “I had to give up on that dream but I can be anything in my imagination!” Is very interested in beauty standards of different ages. Wants a moment alone with the Goddess. Maybe for a specific request? Has a very typically FE brand gay ending with Leonie where they travel to places unknown together, never to be seen again. Feels a lot of guilt over pursuing personal interests." - Anonymous

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[the-reader-insert-gazette]

By Quill and Courage - F!Reader x Ashe Ubert

Fire Emblem - Three Houses (Time Skip)

Reader and Ashe never meant to become pen pals—an accidental misdelivered letter saw to that. What began as a polite exchange of words soon grew into a lifeline, a place of comfort amidst the chaos of war.

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The first letter had been a mistake.

[Name] had meant to write to Ignatz, her old friend from the Golden Deer, to exchange insights about battle strategies and trade news from their fronts. But in the chaos of war, couriers often made mistakes, and her carefully folded parchment had ended up in the hands of Ashe Ubert, a knight serving the Kingdom.

When his reply came weeks later, it was filled with warm apologies and a gentle curiosity.

Dear [Name], it began. I’m sorry to say your letter has wandered astray and found its way to me instead of Ignatz. I wasn’t sure if I should respond, but your words about the challenges you face as a leader struck a chord with me. I hope you don’t mind if I share some thoughts of my own.

[Name] hadn’t intended to respond. Her days were too full, her nights too short. But something in his words lingered—a quiet kindness, a shared understanding of burdens too heavy for their shoulders. She found herself picking up her quill one evening, penning a brief reply.

Dear Ashe, she wrote, It seems the war is determined to keep us all guessing—even in matters of the mail. Thank you for your kind words. I’m curious about you. What made you decide to pick up your pen for a stranger?

She hadn’t expected a reply. But another letter came, and then another. Each one brought pieces of Ashe into her world: his love for books, his worries for his siblings, his quiet doubts about his own strength. In turn, she shared her own fears and hopes, letting her guard down in a way she hadn’t done with anyone since the war began.

Their letters became a lifeline, a refuge from the relentless weight of leadership and battle. What began as polite exchanges grew into something deeper. They started asking questions that went beyond the war—about the dreams they clung to, the people they missed, the future they wished to see.

[Name] found herself looking forward to each new reply, her heart skipping when she saw his familiar handwriting. And when she wrote, her words came easier, freer, as if speaking to Ashe lifted some of the weight from her shoulders.

It had been over a year since their correspondence began, and the war raged on with no end in sight. [Name] clutched his latest letter, smiling faintly as she read his careful handwriting by the flickering light of her tent.

Dear [Name], it read. Sometimes, I find myself imagining the world after this is all over. It’s foolish, maybe, but I picture the places we’ve written about—the markets you said you loved in Derdriu, the library I mentioned in Fhirdiad. I hope one day we’ll see them, not as soldiers, but as people trying to live again. Until then, know that your letters remind me of that hope. They remind me of you.

She reread the letter, her fingers brushing the parchment as if it were something fragile. His words had always been kind, but this felt… different. More vulnerable. Her heart ached with unspoken things, but before she could put pen to paper, another mission called her away.

It wasn’t until weeks later that [Name] realized something was wrong. Ashe’s letters had always arrived like clockwork, their frequency a constant in a world full of uncertainty. But now, the silence stretched on. She told herself it was the war—supply lines were unpredictable, and couriers were often delayed. Yet doubt crept in, gnawing at her resolve.

What if he was hurt? Or worse?

[Name] continued to write, pouring her fears and hopes onto parchment, but her messages went unanswered. Each day without a reply felt heavier than the last. Finally, when a courier arrived with news that Ashe’s battalion had been in a skirmish near the Imperial border but no further details, she could no longer sit idle.

The journey to find Ashe was perilous. [Name] traveled alone, refusing to endanger her militia for what many would call a fool’s errand. Her search was fueled by determination and scraps of information gleaned from passing soldiers and villagers. She followed rumors of Kingdom forces, her heart pounding with every step closer to the front lines.

Days turned into weeks as she crossed war-torn landscapes. She passed through villages reduced to ash, fields littered with the scars of battle. Every sight drove home the fragility of life, and the thought of losing Ashe—someone who had become so much more than a pen pal—spurred her onward.

Finally, in the ruins of a small village, she found what she had been searching for.

Ashe stood amidst the rubble, directing survivors toward safety. His armor was battered, his face streaked with dirt, but the familiar warmth in his eyes hadn’t dimmed. [Name]'s breath caught as she took him in, relief flooding through her like a tidal wave.

“Ashe,” she called, her voice breaking.

He turned, and for a moment, disbelief flickered across his face. Then he was moving, closing the distance between them in a few swift strides.

“[Name],” he said, his voice rough but steady. “You’re here.”

She nodded, unable to find the words. Instead, she reached out, her fingers brushing his arm as if to confirm he was real. He smiled softly, his hand covering hers.

“I thought…” she began, her voice trembling. “I thought I’d lost you.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, his gaze earnest. “I tried to write, but the fighting… everything’s been chaos.”

Her lips quirked into a faint smile. “So you just forgot to mention you were alive?”

His laugh was quiet, almost shy. “I didn’t think you’d come all this way just to check.”

[Name]'s chest tightened at his words, the weight of the past weeks pressing down on her. “Ashe, your letters… they’re everything to me. I couldn’t just sit and wonder if you were okay.”

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The war still loomed around them, but here, in this fragile reprieve, the world felt smaller, quieter.

“I kept every letter you sent,” Ashe said finally, his voice soft. “They reminded me of what we’re fighting for. Of you.”

[Name] felt her heart stutter, and before she could think better of it, she stepped closer, her hand finding his. “You’re important to me too, Ashe. More than I realized.”

The faintest blush colored his cheeks, but his smile was steady. “Then maybe… after all this, we can find those places we dreamed about. Together.”

[Name] blinked up at him, her heart skipping at the warmth in his voice. But instead of letting herself get swept up in the tenderness of the moment, she tilted her head.

“You know, Ashe, this whole ‘disappearing without a word’ thing? Not exactly fair play for a pen pal.”

Ashe’s smile faltered into a sheepish laugh, and he scratched the back of his neck. “I—uh—didn’t really plan on that happening,” he admitted. “The fighting got… complicated.”

“Complicated?” [Name] raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “Complicated enough that you couldn’t scribble the word ‘alive’ and send it my way?”

“I—” Ashe started, but her pointed look cut him off. He sighed, his shoulders slumping just a little. “Okay, you’re right. I should have at least tried.”

“You're right, you should have,” [Name] said, though her voice softened, her teasing giving way to something more tender. “Do you have any idea how worried I was? I had to come all this way to make sure you hadn’t gotten yourself killed.”

Ashe looked at her, guilt flickering in his eyes, but there was something else there too—something deeper. “I’m sorry, [Name],” he said quietly, his voice heavy with sincerity. “I didn’t mean to make you worry. I didn’t think you’d…”

“Didn’t think I’d what?” she pressed, leaning forward slightly. “Care?”

His gaze met hers, unwavering. “Not like this,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

[Name] felt her cheeks warm, but she refused to back down. Instead, she smiled, her expression soft but teasing. “Well, now you know. So next time, Ashe—next time you even think about disappearing like that—you’d better send me something. Even if it’s just one word.”

Ashe chuckled, the tension easing as his sheepish grin returned. “I’ll make it two words, 'Still alive'.’”

She laughed, the sound light and genuine, and gave him a playful nudge. “Good. I’ll hold you to that.”

For a moment, they simply stood there, the weight of their reunion settling around them like a blanket of warmth. The laughter they shared felt like a promise—one that neither of them would let go of again.

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I was SOOOOOOO close to romancing Ashe during my fourth playthrough in the Blue Lions. Writing this as a sort of apology for myself because I love this traumatized goober.

[kimium]

Tell us your top five headcanons for Claude from Fire Emblem!

Oh! Thanks for the ask, friend! I'm always ready to talk about my favourite Golden Deer boy from Fire Emblem Three Houses/Hopes!

Remember: All of these are just my opinion and head canons. This is just for fun! Also, mild content warning: I have brief mention of Claude/Lorenz and Claude in open relationships.

My Top Five Head Canons for Claude from Fire Emblem Three Houses/Hopes

5. Claude likes spicy foods

Okay, this is one I cannot remember if it's confirmed by canon, but in my heart, Almyra has some very hot, spicy dishes. I think Claude can consume quite a bit of spicy food without any discomfort, which I think the vast majority of his house cannot handle. The only one who is strong enough to mostly keep up with him in the Golden Deer is Raphael.

4. Claude's eyes glow when his Crest activates. Also, his Crest is on his body like a birthmark.

Yeah, I know this is one of those widespread headcanons, but it's one I love with all my heart and soul. I'm so weak to magical power tropes that it's not even funny. I sincerely wish that when Claude (and any other person with a Crest) activates a critical hit his eyes glowed. The birthmark thing is just for aesthetic, but could you imagine the absolute Drama a Crest birthmark would add to Faerghus? That's easily an entire new layer for me to consider with say Sylvain's family situation.

3. After Claude gets together with his significant other if anyone gets "too close" to them, he's poisoning them with a case of Very Bad Food Poisoning

This idea stems from conversations I've had with @someobscurereference. While our conversations for this particular head canon are in relation to Lorenz, I think this can apply to whoever Claude is with. Anyways, I love the idea of Claude sitting in some Boring Meeting and watching some official lean "too close" to his significant other and deciding "This person deserves my Tummy Hurt Too Much" Poison. Naturally, Claude will poison this person so nothing can be linked back to him, but his staff are suspicious. However, since he pays them well with benefits and ample vacation time, they keep their mouths shut. This is 100% for the humour as Hilda is 100% aware of what's happening and tells Claude to "relax a bit, please".

2. Claude is 100% wants to support Ignatz's dream to become an artist

I think out of all my head canons, this one is the most self-indulgent. Ignatz's struggle with what he believes he should do VS what he wants to do is a struggle I think is very relatable to many people. While there is never an easy answer, I like to imagine that once the war is over, Ignatz can pursue his art goals and dreams. He definitely has the wealthy friends to back him up and give him the space and room to grow while making sure he's financially well off.

Now, I say this is a self-indulgent head canon because in addition to this, I am a multi-shipper. I have too many ideas of Claude in an open relationship with some of his Golden Deer. (Basically Claude has to pull at least once a "Draw me like one of your French girls" on Ignatz.)

1. Claude accidentally starts a rumour that he and Dimitri are "secret lovers".

I cannot tell you how many conversations in the past I've had with ObscureReference where we've joked about this. This head canon stems from the differences between not just Claude and Dimitri, but their culture. Mostly with Faerghus which has very stout traditions, loyalty, devotion, etc. but also feel like the kind of place where Dimitri accidentally shows some ankle and it causes a public scandal.

Anyways, Claude's joking/flirty nature and Dimitri's polite redirect while hiding his flustered response is a recipe for headlines that read "IS THE KING OF FAERGHUS IN A SECRET RELATIONSHIP WITH THE LEADER OF THE LEICESTER ALLIANCE???"

However, since this headline runs in a tabloid magazine, no one takes this seriously. What this does spawn are romance novels where the two main leads are suspiciously modelled after Dimitri and Claude. (Sylvain 100% finds the most "trashy" ones and reads them aloud dramatically while Ingrid and Ashe are Dying on the Couch, ready to kick him out of their book club.)

This rumour is 100% not true (unless you want it to be). As soon as Claude finds out about this, he's Crying with Laughter.

And there you have it! My five head canons about Claude! I hope you like them!!! Let me know, friend!

[trytoimaginefireemblem]

Headcanon: Being Best Friends With Ignatz Would Be Like...

Request: None

Word Count: 286

Ignatz would ask you to look at all of his artworks. He loves art and would want to share his passion with you.

He would take you to different places to show you diverse landscapes or beautiful sights. He would want to experience the beautiful moments in life with someone close to him.

Ignatz would appreciate it if you accompanied him when he goes to paint. You wouldn't have to paint anything yourself, but he would like it if you kept him company.

Ignatz would study with you in the library. The quiet of the library helps him to focus, and the two of you can work together on assignments or study for exams.

Ignatz would enjoy helping you with your daily tasks. He would consider this as time well spent where the two of you can talk and just enjoy each other's company.

Being friends with Ignatz would mean being around Raphael a lot. The three of you would go and have picnics. You and Ignatz could enjoy the scenery while Raphael gets to eat.

Ignatz would be thrilled if you were comfortable enough to share important things with him. He wants to be the kind of friend you can always rely on.

Ignatz likes to learn about history and mysteries. If he discovered any new information, he would be excited to tell you all about it.

During battle, Ignatz would stick pretty close to you. He is not very confident in battle and prefers to support everyone from the back.

Ignatz would be an excellent friend who will always be there for you whenever you need him. He will always include you in new projects and show you as many beautiful sights as possible.

[thatanimewriter]

FIRE EMBLEM: THREE HOUSES MASTERLIST.

✦ - fluff

❖ - angst

☼ - general (reader excluded)

☾ - suggestive

⛧ - crack

☁ - series

✼ - supporters only

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 + 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 /  𝐰𝐢𝐩 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭  

── 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍.

reuniting after the time skip (✦, ❖) having a secret relationship and getting caught (✦, ⛧) healer!reader (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐙 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑.

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── 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐃𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐃.

male!reader with autism (✦)

── 𝐃𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐘𝐃.

male!s/o who is shy but extremely affectionate (✦) having a secret relationship and getting caught (✦, ⛧) healer!reader (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐃𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐎.

retrouvailles (❖) having a secret relationship and getting caught (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒.

reuniting after the time skip (✦, ❖) male!s/o who is shy but extremely affectionate (✦) retrouvailles (❖) having a secret relationship and getting caught (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓.

male!farmer!reader wants to explore (✦) having a secret relationship and getting caught (✦, ⛧)

── 𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐕𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐆.

penny!reader (✦)

── 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐓 𝐕𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐕𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.

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── 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀 𝐕𝐎𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐘.

male!farmer!reader wants to explore (✦)

── 𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐑.

male!reader with autism (✦)

── 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃.

retrouvailles (❖)

[halcyon-writings]

I humbly ask for something with my husband Ignatz because I love him

chadnatz deserves more fics.

nav.

it was simple, really. easy to overlook as inconsequential.

after all, with the amount of notebooks that he had used to write down different snippets of information he’d manage to catch while pretending to sketch, after all, no one would pay an artist any mind when the war was taking up all the attention.

you and ignatz often worked together because of how similar your roles under the guidance of claude and the professor appeared to be. while he was more than happy to remain near the sidelines, you were much more sociable; your friendly nature was disarming (and equally dangerous).

of course now you both were able to find time to sit and go over the collected information. sorting what information needed to get to who and how fast you needed to get it out. although, a panic-stricken ignatz was not what you wanted to get out of it (perhaps a drink or two later in the tavern, but not this).

“how could I have lost that?” he bemoans, “I had it right with my bags, oh no, you don’t think someone stole it did they?”

“they would’ve been caught by either one of us then, we were both walking back together,” you counter gently.

worrying at his lip, a habit you had previously noted back when you both were students, ignatz proceeds to place each item from his bag in a neat stack on the table. the crease in his brow only deepens when he doesn’t find what he’s searching for at the moment.

“I’ll help you,” you promise, “it’s fine.” (you fail to notice that your words make him appear more frazzled as he begins to get more frantic.)

sifting between your own bag or two, you begin to move around the room, maybe he had placed it down when you both had decided on taking a break.

a noncommittal noise leaves you with a hum, as you find a leather bound book with a worn piece of smaller leather holding it shut. maybe this was it, it sounded familiar to what ignatz had described after all.

so of course, you’re going to open it and check what’s inside. but when you open the notebook, you expect to find some sort of drawn up sketch of a map, maybe a small bit of information here and there, certainly not yourself.

or at least, sketches of yourself anyway. in different poses that would have only been observed while you were standing around or just conversing with claude, hilda, or anyone else apart of the small council the former golden deer class had formed during the war. you hear a choking sound behind you, and ignatz' panic stricken expression is both comical and concerning.

"please don't look at those!" ah, too late, you think to yourself, you had already looked at the sketches before he could say otherwise.

"i look so nice though," is your counter instead.

after a short bit of silence, you close the book before handing it to its rightful owner.

"now this isn't the one with all the information in it," you offer, "but i wouldn't mind posing for a few more sketches, and i'd throw in a dinner date too."

you don't expect ignatz to faint, however. or to nearly faint a second time when he comes to and is using your thighs as a pillow.

but it's cute so you forgive him.

[yandere-sins]

Bad Decisions

[My Commission Info] | [My Ao3] | [Ko-Fi]

I was again commissioned for a companion piece to this one! This time from the reader’s pov and some backstory. Thank you ♥

Characters: Ignatz Victor (Fire Emblem: Three Houses) x Reader Words: 3401 Warnings: Yandere, Obsession, Mentioning of stalking, Mentioning of War/Death/Blood

You could still remember the first time you met him vividly.

Taking a seat on the ledge above the training grounds, you heaved a long breath, trying to calm your racing heart. If only you could have put this energy into training more, instead of using it as a reason to take a break, but your legs felt wobbly just from thinking about getting back up. For the better of the last three weeks, you had trained and studied tirelessly. Being granted the chance to attend the academy of your dreams was no reason to slack off, and you were thankful for the opportunity you were given. 

But… rubbing your sore legs and feeling your feet pulsate in the tight leather boots as they finally got a break, you had to admit that it was more challenging than you expected. Even though you had built up stamina and muscles before coming here, you were still met with the instructors’ high expectations for their top-tier students. Day in, day out, you were either on your feet and training or with your head in the books studying. No wonder it felt so draining when all you did was pressure yourself more and more on being perfect and prepared for all that would come your way. After all, your expectations of yourself far exceeded the ones anyone had in you. 

“It’s tough, isn’t it?” a timid voice called out to you, and you turned your head towards it, a flask with water being held out in your direction. Surprised you took it, finally getting a look at the person behind the voice. A young man, not much older than you, smiled at you friendly, his glasses tilting a little from him leaning forward. Without waiting for your reply, he pointed at the space next to you, asking, “Mind if I join you?” and you shimmied to the side to allow him to take a seat.

“Swordsmanship isn’t my strong point either. I keep forgetting where to put my feet,” he laughed bashfully, rubbing the back of his head. He appeared friendly, approachable, and kind, but his physique was on the weaker side, making his struggles a tad obvious. Nonetheless, you weren’t one to judge someone based on appearance, and taking a sip from the water flask, you felt yourself be soothed by the refreshment. Having spent so much time holed up in the library or handling weapons hadn’t given you a lot of chances to make friends, so having someone be so kind and nonchalant around you genuinely made you happy. 

Handing the flask back to him, the young man gladly accepted it. His shirt had stains of polish and sweat on it, and you realized he must have come from training himself just like you. You wondered what year he was in, or if he was a classmate you just never noticed. 

“Sorry, that was weird, wasn’t it? Approaching you so out of the blue. I’m Ignatz. Ignatz Victor, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

Though his name didn’t ring a bell, you shook his hand out of respect. Even if it started out a little awkward, you two soon fell into a comfortable conversation as you shared your weak points, and so did he. Your words weren’t forced out, and you started to relax around him. At the same time, Ignatz laughed and smiled at you, putting you at ease as well. Perhaps you two were more alike than it appeared at first glance, and thus you were relieved to find someone like-minded. 

At that moment, you didn’t find him approaching you so weird anymore. More so, you were relieved to have someone accept you so openly and interact with you, who had been rather lonely up to this point. Part of you had always wanted to make friends in the Monastery and hang out with them, and this was the closest to it you had come. It was also refreshing to have someone to talk to, and as it turned out, Ignatz was able to lift your mood significantly with his input and suggestions as you spoke about your everyday life at the Monastery.

“Come,” he prompted, jumping down the small ledge and standing before you. Holding out his hand to you gallantly, he waited for you to join him back on the training grounds with a kind smile. You didn’t feel pressured to join him. Instead, you wanted to join him, agreeing that it might be good to not cool down too much. 

“Let’s see if we can help each other,” Ignatz laughed, and perhaps, for the first time since you arrived, you let out a chuckle. Taking his hand and letting him lead you back to where the weapons were, you agreed with an enthusiastic, “Okay!”

It wasn’t a friendship you expected to have, but with every passing day, you felt yourself growing and thriving from it. With Ignatz by your side, new things were opened to you. He took you out in the city and showed you around the fields. His interests sparked new ones in you, and soon enough, you weren’t caught in that somber life you had built at the Academy before. Having someone to motivate you and lift the burden on your shoulders with a clever and upbeat nature made you strive for more and greater things. He picked you up when you were down and in a slump, helping you to enjoy your time much more than you did when you still struggled to find your place. Time passed on, and you two still stuck together. Everything was going so well.

Until it wasn’t anymore.

It was the little things that made you nervous. The glances that lingered too long, the hand next to yours on the library table whose pinky kept touching yours. Goodbye hugs that were too tight and eyes that tore away from anything just to look at you. Ignatz’s unfinished paintings that he never worked on again once his attention shifted to you instead, making you feel bad for the waste of paint, and the tests he seemed to flunk because he only ever cared for your lectures. 

Somehow you were glad when he wasn’t allowed to change classes. This way, you’d have at least a little bit of privacy since he wouldn’t let you go train alone, even if you told him you had a different sparring partner this time. It had started out so innocently. You were just two people who got along well and spent a lot of time together. But now, roughly three months since you came to the Monastery, you wondered if there was anything else going on.

By now, you had made new friends and then lost some, but you found the courage to join clubs and help the student council because Ignatz had been with you all this time and supporting you. Without him, you probably wouldn’t have had the success you achieved, and while you were glad for such a good friend by your side, you slowly felt like you were drowning again. Not drowning in work and insecurities like in the beginning, but drowning in Ignatz’s presence in your life. 

Truth be told, you wanted to spend some hours alone every now and then. With everything going on, you searched for ways to relax and destress from the buzz of the day, and not always did you wish for company that, frankly, made you anxious. Even if it was hard to pinpoint - perhaps because part of you wished you didn’t have to pinpoint it at all - something about Ignatz felt off. 

There were off-hand comments about your life that he shouldn’t have been familiar with. Finding out about your extended family was weird, but you thought it might be registered somewhere that he could have stumbled upon. However, when he brought up your favorite toys and books from before you had joined the Academy, you raised an eyebrow. His mentions were so casual and woven into conversations that it was sometimes hard to find them, but when he also started to talk about the days you spent apart from him in the Monastery, you knew something was up.

Part of you only wanted to believe he might have a crush on you.

Sure, as sweet and positive as he was, Ignatz still occasionally tended to be clumsy and awkward. It was always easy to forgive him for a wrongdoing as he’d apologize and learn from his mistakes, though, so you never worried much. Still, it seemed like he tried to get even closer than he was to you by following you around and checking on you more often than not. It might have been pleasant and cute at first, but you had to admit you were beginning to be creeped out by his obsessive observation of you, knowing even little details like your toilet breaks or what you had for lunch. 

Perhaps it was just his way of trying to tell you how much he cared and wanted to be with you. But what if it wasn’t?

The thing he didn’t realize was that the more he pushed himself on you, the more you wanted distance from him. It had been a harsh realization, one over which you lost sleep for a few nights. Because how would you be able to make it clear to the person who had supported you all this time, kept you company, and helped you through everything, that you wanted to have a break from them? Perhaps, a few days or a week. Maybe it would stop the negative feelings you had about him if only you wouldn’t interact for a while. At least, that’s what you hoped.

Waiting in front of his classroom, you picked at the skin around your fingernails nervously. Class was already dismissed, but you could see Ignatz talking with the teacher, his back turned to you. It was taking a while, but you had to do it. Better now than never. If he had feelings for you, he had to realize he wasn’t showing them in a way you were comfortable with. And if he genuinely liked and appreciated what you two had, he’d understand your request for a break as well. 

It was nerve-wracking to wait for him, but eventually, you heard his signature laugh as he waved goodbye to the teacher and turned to leave, sorting his papers for a moment before he noticed you. Anxiously, you lifted your hand in a greeting, and Ignatz’s eyes widened and began to shine amorously, a broad smile curling his lips. He was so happy to see you that he quickly ran up to you, almost colliding with some passing student. But he didn’t even care, only coming to a halt right in front of you. 

“Ah, I’m sorry to keep you waiting,” was his first response even though you two hadn’t actually made an appointment with each other. Ignatz stood closely to you, almost enough so that your chests would touch. It was a kind of forced intimacy that made you uncomfortable. Still, in foreknowledge about what you were going to drop on him shortly, you allowed it. 

“Actually…” you mumbled, looking around in hopes that the crowds would start to dissolve. “I’ve got something to tell you. But maybe not here?” 

Ignatz’s expression only grew softer as he heard that, and you wondered what he thought you were going to tell you. Nevertheless, he softly pulled you by the hand and into the small garden next to the classrooms. Sure enough, there weren’t as many students here as most took after-class activities or went to the training grounds instead, and it made you feel better. Breaking his heart in front of everyone was an embarrassment you didn’t want to put Ignatz through. 

“So, what’s up?” he laughed, happy as ever, but he had yet to stop holding your hand, which you pulled away from his for him instead. 

“Ignatz, it’s just…” 

As expected, it was hard to form the words in your mouth. There were too many accusations on mind that you didn’t want to hit your friend with, but how else were you supposed to tell him? Something had to come to mind now, preferable a reason that wouldn’t ruin your friendship. Ignatz looked at you expectantly, as if he was hoping for a confession rather than a break announcement, but you simply didn’t return those feelings of his.

“I wanted to talk to you about us, and--”

Just when you finally managed to bring up the courage to confront him, a voice behind you called out to Ignatz, who - reluctantly - looked away after his name was called out a second time. “Byleth wants to talk to you!” a student you didn’t know announced to Ignatz, and you bit your lip.

Just your luck.

“I will go after--” Ignatz tried to argue, dismissing the call, but you gave his arm a pat to get his attention, quietly releasing him to go. 

“It’s not that important anyway,” you assured him. Like a liar. “We can talk about it some other time.”

“Are you sure?” Ignatz questioned, furrowing his brows. You could see his honest disappointment in not hearing the words he was desperate to receive from you in his eyes, but you just nodded. “Of course, we can always talk about it later!”

Reluctantly, he looked back to the student who was waiting to lead him back to Byleth before he sighed. “Okay, I’ll be quick. You can tell me after that!” 

“S-Sure,” you mumbled, forcing a smile on your lips, and Ignatz reached out his hands, squeezing each arm comfortingly as he saw your awkwardness. Finally, he passed you by, not without having his eyes on you until he really couldn’t anymore, and off he went. Just like that, you had missed your chance to tell him, and with it, all the courage you had built just for this moment.

Just before he turned the corner, Ignatz stopped, and your eyes met for a split second. “I’ll see you at training later?” he asked, sounding worried. You gulped before nodding, and he went on his way with a tender smile playing on his lips. It was the first time you really didn’t want to go train since you came to the Monastery. Just sit out for the day, and maybe, forever, so you wouldn’t have to see him.

In the end, you never got around to tell him. Before you knew it, you were busy with your duties and studies. Even though Ignatz’s behavior continued, you didn’t have the time to give it your attention. 

Then it happened. The event that would change everything in your life and everyone else’s.

And the tragedy ensued.

As you carried yourself through the forest, colliding with countless branches and thorns in your way, you felt so frustrated. It all could have been different, but now that you chose this path, it would be the one to die on. If only you had told him your feelings back then. If only you had made an effort to hold him back and fess up. Then nothing like this would have needed to happen.

Your hands were stained with the blood of your friends and comrades. The same ones you spent the best months of your life with. The ones that helped you get proficient enough to kill them and the ones that begged for mercy as you gave them a quick death. And yet, because you never told him to back off, you had never been able to make the same cut with Ignatz. He had been the beginning and the end, the reason you had survived for so long and the reason why you were now deserting from the fraction you swore your fealty to. 

Goddess, you were pathetic. 

Secretly, you had always known this. No matter how hard you tried to cover it up, you weren’t a genius or especially well-raised like the others at the Academy. You didn’t even have a title to defend, and you chose the side that seemed less risky when it was time to decide to whom you gave your loyalty. All the efforts you had put into your time at the Monastery had been the only thing you were good for - working hard and diligently. But you weren’t cut out for these heavy burdens. 

And you couldn’t kill the only true friend you ever had when it was most crucial to do so. 

Your whole life could have played out differently. You could have asked to be moved to another frontier in the countryside. Maybe you’d have died at some point, but at least you wouldn’t have to meet all these people you once loved and admired, seeing them die one after the other. Or maybe you should have just given up and let Ignatz do the deed, at least so you didn’t have to hear the words you always dreaded. He had utterly taken you aback with his confession, and you felt even more confused and appalled than back in school. 

Hearing him confess his love, you simply couldn’t fight him anymore. 

It was wrong. Wrong to run, both from your duties and Ignatz, but it had been the only thing you knew how to do. You never learned any better, never stood up for yourself in any choice you made. Following instructions and orders was all you could do, and even if you tried to do something on your own, you’d always end up needing to rely on others. Plagued by these thoughts, it only pained you more when you heard Ignatz shout behind you, realizing he still wasn’t going to let you go.

“I looked up to you! I needed you, and you needed me! And yet, you betrayed us! And yet, I only liked you more!”

Yes, you needed him. You needed someone to save you when you were lost. But right now, you needed anyone but him to take pity on you. Anyone but Ignatz to tell you what to do. You needed to decide on your own what you were going to do from now on!

A sudden push tore you out of your thoughts. You had come so far and almost reached the other end of the forest, but the saving light disappeared in front of your eyes, replaced by the dirty ground as you crashed down. Frustration, pain, fear - all of it caused tears to collect in your eyes. The weight of Ignatz’s body on top of you made you struggle against him, the last effort to escape the clingy obsession he had with you. 

“I love you! I love you so much, don’t ever leave me again!” he yelled, his face contorted in pain as if he was the person going through a lot. What expression were you making? It satisfied you to see the disgust visible in your face reflecting in Ignatz’s eyes, hoping he’d get the hint. Twisting and turning your wrists, you hoped it would cause him to let go, but his grip only tightened the more you moved.

Out of sheer willpower, you managed to lift your pinned down right hand to his face, scratching and fighting against him. But alas, he kept you where he wanted, making you wonder where he managed to gain so much muscle strength to do it. He looked different now, but all you could see was the nice guy who first approached you at the training grounds, a weak but chipper young man. And yet, perhaps because of the war, or maybe you simply never noticed it before, the aura of madness was all that surrounded him.

It was just like back then. Ignatz was the one who took the decision about your life off you. It was a slow, painful realization, your screams being covered by the ones on the battlefield, and your tears disappeared in the dirt beneath you. You’d never have the last word in your life. Someone would always come to take it away from you. Maybe you were just not meant for it, but there was nothing more terrible you could imagine than not being the master of your own self. 

Bad decisions led to this outcome. But how could you have known back then, when Ignatz was a wolf in sheep’s clothing?

[fe-semi-decent-scenarios]

Hey! I wasnt the one who requested it, but I loved your how would the Blue Lions react to killing their SO! May I ask the same but for the Golden Deer if its alright?

{That was actually one of my favorite requests to write! It’s been a long time so I might be a bit rusty, but let’s give this a shot :)} 

Claude: 

 He had accounted for the possibility of you betraying him. Your disappearance had not been something he took with ease, yet the lack of contact or declaration of death for so long had him thinking 

Emotions are fleeting...the human mind was complex. Your loyalty was never something he wanted to question but he could never put his complete faith in you 

Even when you stood at his side protecting the crests, befriended his people, treated him as a true partner...he just couldn’t completely put his faith in you. Not with so much on the line 

 He wonders if that’s where he went wrong. Heavy rain clouded his sight but the sound of your voice rang dominant across the field. As you stand at Gronder with your weapon focused on his friends- your friends; Claude could not help but momentarily reminisce over the times you instead showed him your smile. The one that temporarily alleviated the weight of his dreams and expectations from his shoulders 

He would be the one to get it back. The professor had already converted other students to their side so there was a chance 

One you didn’t want, as you aimed at their head with tears pricking your eyes. He dismounted his wyvern instantly 

“Was it all a lie? Tell me...is this what you want for your home (Y/N)? Come fight with us” He slowly begins his approach, but the words die out as you attack him this time 

 A shrill battle cry is all he hears before he watches an axe lodge into your side. He’ll never hear the answer, but he didn’t need to. It finally clicked

White hair 

You planned to die 

His brows pressed in further as Lysithea gasped at your fallen form. Before he would have killed to know more about the hidden experiments going on in the empire, but not like this. They’ll come to collect the body before Hanneman can conduct any research, but he’ll give them more. Much more 

Raphael: 

Raphael doesn’t like to think on the battlefield. It’s not that he enjoys pummeling people without a glance, but if he looks back then he won’t look foreword. He’s confided in Ignatz many times after being scolded for running ahead, but when thinking can cost you your life he prefers not to waste the effort 

 Especially because he takes longer to process complex emotions and thoughts compared to the others. He trusts them to be tactical while he uses his muscles to save the day

Back in the day he had a perfectly reliable head to think for him. He cleared their path and they took care of all the important business. The classic ‘brains and brawn’ duo that no one would expect to ever find genuine interest in one another. Aren’t they stereotypically supposed to fight and be at each other’s throats? Not in this case 

“Haha! THAT WAS GREAT! Nice Job (Y/N), I hope today’s menu has meat because you need brain food and I need to feed my muscles!” 

 You knew Raphael and how to predict his movements, and he had complete faith in your judgements. Even at the monastery you both made the most efficient team to do chores  

 Instead of trying to change him, you worked to match his pace and became his partner. On the field and in life. Raphael knew he didn’t have to second guess with you at his side, and he felt what he wanted to feel.

He loved you. Your brains, your laugh, your heart, your cooking no matter good or bad...you. It was an emotion that came easy to him.

Though sometimes he berated himself for not thinking. Sometimes you’d get in trouble if he broke equipment or did something else out of line. Yet you remained patient and calmed him down at the same time.

It was difficult to adjust to fighting without his partner. He essentially had to relearn everything through experience, but he had full hope that you’d come back 

That hope clouded his judgement when he saw you conversing with the professor at Aillel. He was so overcome with joy that he mindlessly pushed aside enemies to get to you without actually examining the scene

His fury took over when the professor’s sword went straight through your stomach.  He tackled them to the ground and it took both Lorenz AND Hilda to pry him away. 

“You idiot! They’re the enemy!” Hilda shouted at him as he settled down. He couldn’t process it. They wouldn’t hurt their family, him.

 Yet, they wore red. Red that grew darker as their blood seeped in 

 Ignatz: 

“Can you paint my portrait?” You asked him one evening long ago. After a particularly grueling training session with the rest of class he had snuck off to sketch the trees by the market. The year was young and he still wasn’t too familiar with all his classmates 

You were new and he had took to your appearance instantly. He could replay your introduction mentally over and over. Your smooth words, slight bow, and the way your feet glided effortlessly to the closest seat you could get to the window. He was of course too shy to approach a new student since he wasn’t the social sort, but luckily he did not have to do much. 

You took the liberty of following him to his painting spot. He was flustered at being found, but you merely plopped at his side and began to eat your lunch. Where you had it stashed beforehand? He still doesn’t know 

 He had never been more aware of another’s presence, and his art showed it as the paper crinkled in his grasp. Yet somehow you seemed enamored at the picture forming on the page, so much that you asked to model 

He grew anxious instantly and decided to head back for his own meal. With no given answer you had left the topic behind, and from then on he began to find you nearby often. From acquaintances to friends, and from friends to ‘lovers without definition’. No confession was ever spoken but he knew you made decisions easier, life joyful, and the rest of his peers agreed as much as he. 

He drew that portrait. He drew it over, and over, and over, and over because he refused to forget your face. He would remember you and fight twice as hard to make up for what you couldn’t give. He swore that to Claude and everyone else when you were pronounced missing in action.

 and now? His eyes glisten as a body fitted under a white tarp lays yards away. You hadn’t tried to harm him but you were healing the enemy. It was decided that you were not with the Empire, but instead travelling through and became swept in the battle. Perhaps you didn’t know? Perhaps you simply decided to help whoever needed it no matter their side? 

He clutches his bow to his chest. One arrow, and you were down. He didn’t know 

He didn’t know but the pictures would never let him forget. The pages never felt the same from then on 

Lorenz: 

Relationships should never be formed unless you have something to gain

It is a nobleman’s duty to protect the weak, the poor, the sick; yet, there must always be distance.

A nobleman must always carry themselves with a sense of professionalism. They must not display weakness, and a true leader is born of being able to separate their personal affairs from that of those they govern. 

 One day Lorenz will be the head of the Glouscer territory, and soon the Alliance as a whole if he has his way. Death must not phase him and he must be willing to sacrifice everything for the sake of his people

He follows the laws of a noble. He knows them on paper, but not in practice. 

 Only as he grew during an age of dispute and fighting did he begin to learn that actions differ from voice. All that he pledged as a young man held no meaning, because gradually he began to realize that he is not the most fit to govern Fodlan. He was incapable of completely tossing aside his personal desires or making the best decisions with certainty. Yes, he was well educated and would make a great right hand

Yet the title of leader would never be his. Why? Because he is a noble by definition 

The professor was a noble by heart. A true leader who let actions speak for them and selflessly protected the entirety of Fodlan instead of one singular portion.

 Lorenz is a noble in name, but in nature he is a man. He is a solider, a son, a friend, a politician...a human. One not immune to temptations or the grievances of loss no matter what face he may display for the public eye.

 There was a soul he once found vibrant. They were a mere commoner yet full of dedication. He placed a barrier around them immediately, one he was not allowed to cross no matter how tempted. They did not fit the criteria he sought

 Yet the night of the ball he allowed “them”  the curtesy of a dance. Their warm hand on his own, their body held tightly in his embrace, and lighthearted small talk being tossed between quips about their poor dancing skills 

They left his mouth dry as he bid them farewell to their next partner. He allowed the barrier to resurface as he went his own way

“You must rethink this (Y/N). How could siding with the empire lead to any promising future/ They will kill us all and then themselves in the process! Please, join us” 

“Spoken like a true noble, Lorenz. This social hierarchy has divided people for too long and you would realize that if you’d only look beyond Alliance borders!” 

If only he had grasped their hand longer- listened. They were the first to show him a world beyond his bubble, if only he popped it sooner. 

 Hilda:

You really annoyed her in the beginning. The way you carried yourself like some kind of prophet, or how you’d question everything the professor taught. Was it so hard to just do what was needed and move on? Even with something as simple as weeding the courtyard you always had to add your own two cents

It was like always being under analysis. She got that enough from Claude and didn’t need two people trying to read her. On many occasions she tried to gain traction over you, but somehow her efforts never bore fruit 

For a try-hard you were very accepting of her shortcomings. So long as what you were tasked with got done, the performance of others was never a secondary priority 

If only she could be that carefree about other people’s opinions. Maybe then living would be easier? 

Perhaps you were what she wanted to be? Satisfied with who you were enough to question the world around you while remaining secure with what you had 

Someone with the ability to step beyond your comfort zone and make your own decisions. Respected, knowledgeable...loved for who you are. Maybe that’s what drew her to you and lead to her envy forming into adoration 

and that adoration being trampled by sorrow 

“I still love you so no hard feelings, okay? I can’t back down” is what she told you. It was a taunt, but she did not expect your smile 

“Of course. I’m glad you’ve decided to show your backbone, just think of this as a spar like old times”

The casual talk did not fit the clash of blades that followed. Nor did it suit the battle roaring nearby 

A spar- just like old times. It was a familiar battle but this time her axe did not halt before delivering the deciding blow. 

Her hands shook as your body fell, yet you still appeared at peace despite the gash adorning your back. Perhaps you knew this would be the outcome before the day even began

Hilda did not cry, but asked for you to be buried on alliance soil. If anything she owed you that curtesy

Leonie: 

She would never forgive you. Not today, not ever. 

How dare you choose to side with the people who killed the captain? He never did anything to anybody, and if you chose to betray everyone than Leonie would return the favor

She decided that any history between you two was nonexistent the moment you lifted your weapon. Mercy was a word you forgone long ago when instead of defending Garreg Mache, you slaughtered it’s inhabitants 

She thought you felt the same as well. Yet, fate always liked to twist in ways to hinder justice 

She watched from a distance as the professor approached your fallen form. They had insisted on trying to sway her old classmates, but she scoffed at the mere thought 

What made them think traitors would be good allies? Did they want to be stabbed in the back like their father?...like the captain 

She ignored the sting in her chest as you swatted their hand away. You had some nerve to reject their kindness and it pissed her off. She wanted this entire situation to simply end but- 

Her feet moved on their own

“Why are you such an idiot? Were you always this irresponsible?” her words cut deep, clearly shown by how you turned away. She could only grit her teeth at the stubbornness and reach for her lance 

You made your choice, and clearly it was up to her to deliver justice if no one else would 

So she did what she’s always had to do, the brunt work. With one swing it was over and you were just another count among the others 

She doesn’t know if the captain would praise her for remaining strong or scold her for remaining indifferent 

Lysithea: 

Everything always boils down to one thing: people cannot be trusted. Each and every time Lysithea has allowed someone close it has blown up in her face 

and somewhere deep down, she knew this situation wouldn’t have ended any differently. The world always found new ways to crush what she cared for 

The only question that remains is how much longer will she have to endure? How much longer did she have to fight? 

because now she had to fight for two. She had to find a cure or die trying 

During the battle for Garreg Mache many had been taken prisoner. She hadn’t the empire to conduct unethical experiments; maybe torture, but nothing like what she was witnessing. 

It was a fever dream one couldn’t fathom, but the mindless husk killing without remorse kept her in reality. What had they done to you?

She noticed the white hair in an instant. One of her worst fears had come to life seeing you at the death knight’s side, but the way you hadn’t even flinched when she called your name made her terrified 

Not even a whack of thoron could snap you out of it. She began to lose hope...were you even there anymore? Is this what they had planned for her if she didn’t flee?

“Say something you jerk! Don’t tell me you’re letting some petty magic keep you grounded, fight it!” 

No matter what anyone said it did nothing. When moral dwindled the only solution left was to free you through other means 

The death knight escaped after you fell. Next time...next time he would die at her hand. 

Lysithea instantaneously moved to further her research after your burial. Not for herself, but to find out if you were gone long before they found you. She needed to know if your death was peaceful, if you could see that she tried 

If you would forgive her 

Marianne: 

“This is Nova. I have to leave for a mission, would you watch him for me Marianne?”

 Bright blue eyes bored into hers as she gingerly took hold of the bunny. It’s fur was soft, well groomed. She took notice of how it snuggled into her arms as if it feared no human. Marianne knew instantly that the animal was well loved and cherished. The though made her almost refuse the favor in fear of hurting it, but her classmate’s insistence wasn’t something to fight. 

  Despite her warnings (Y/N) never listened, and at some point Marianne gave up on pushing them away. Their company was appreciated yet she would never say it, and the cuddly creature in her arms truly proved their trust in her 

 She could only nod in agreement as they skipped off to prepare the bunny’s necessities to bring to her room. Marianne hoped she could care for the animal properly, and that nothing would happen to it

She worried for the wrong reasons, as (Y/N) never returned home. They were sent to face Solon and avenge the death of the Professor’s father. Marianne was asked to remain and help in healing injured soldiers from the most previous confrontation. 

·If she knew that would have been the last time (Y/N) would show up in her room, she--no, she wouldn’t have done anything. She may have tried to convince them to stay home but Marianne knows she would have not confessed anything

  Not that she valued their friendship or that she worried for their wellbeing. Not that she was grateful they trusted her with Nova, or that they help her care for her horses. She wouldn’t have even thought it. 

 She didn’t think of it afterwards either. Her fondness for her deceased friend wouldn’t have been noticeable at all if not for the bunny. Despite everything she cared for it as if it were (Y/N) themselves. 

When she sees a familiar figure take charge at Gronder, time freezes. She remembers the bunny sitting in her dorm without an owner. She wonders how abandoned it must have felt to never see it’s best friend again. She feels for the bunny because it’s how she felt.

Without thinking she shoots a blast of magic their way and watches them crumple on the floor 

Why did they abandon their precious bunny? Did they give up on it? Did they give up on her? 

Did you...finally realize you had befriended a monster?

[beyondthetower]

Sometimes I think that Byleth would just lose it at her class one day about the fact that no one deals with their trauma ever [Golden Deer Edition!]

I can't believe everyone was so interested in my first post but I'm glad because they are SO FUN.

[Everyone is either sulking in their seats or not at all paying any attention while Byleth is JUST trying to teach]

Byleth, slamming her book down: Okay, I am so sick of all of you LISTEN HERE YOU LITTLE SHITS.

[Pointing at Hilda]: You. If I see you trick someone else into doing your work I am actually going to fight you to the death just to prove that you can do things if you literally have no other choice or put in the slightest amount of effort.

[Pointing at Lorenz]: You need to stop acting like a little prick thinking it makes people like you more. People like you more on the rare occasions you're showing your sensitive side DO THAT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.

[Pointing at Ignatz]: Raphael doesn't blame you for his parents death so STOP AVOIDING HIM. You are going to MAKE him hate you if you keep acting like a sulky little child.

[Pointing at Leonie]: YOU. Your obsession with my dad is weird and it needs to stop. You're just looking thirsty at this point and that is super gross because HE. IS. MY. DAD.

[Pointing at Marianne]: Stop thinking you are worth less than the other people in this room. You're genuinely better than they are, I mean look at these assholes.

[Pointing at Raphael]: You.....are surprisingly well adjusted. Maybe just study a little more but honestly, look around, it's the least of our problems. And I don't know why but referring to your sister as "sis" constantly sounds weird to me. Not a big deal but while we're getting everything out there, why not, right?

[Pointing at Lysithea]: Listen, you've been through some serious shit so I'm only yelling at you because you would get mad if I didn't since I yelled at everyone else but just stop being so defensive, okay? Just stop. It's making you look like a child which is counterproductive to what you're trying to do here.

[Pointing at Claude]: And YOU....[narrows eyes and lowers voice menacingly and gets right up in his face] What are your secrets...

[iturbide]

Bad End AU

This thing is eating my brain at present and I still don’t have a fully fleshed-out plotline for it yet but I have a lot of things that I want to explore and it’s very likely it won’t happen in order after I get through the opening sections, so consider this a masterlist of what to expect down the line.

(Please note that the list is in flux, not all events are necessarily in order, and things may be added as ideas occur; also, feel free to ask if there’s something you want to see discussed more)

The Fall of Fodlan

Claude is defeated at Derdriu; Edelgard chooses to kill him, and Byleth makes the blow

Hilda, who had been holding her own, fights her way to Claude too late; before she can take Edelgard out, Byleth strikes her down, too

Nader takes a small party from the Almyran fleet back to the Derdriu harbor with the intent on bringing Claude’s body home; on finding they’re still alive, both Claude and Hilda are evacuated back to the fleet

Claude comes to while in transit back to Almyra; he and Hilda talk about the battle and the future

On reaching the Almyran harbor, Nader flies to the capital to inform the king and queen; both immediately rush to their son’s side

Nader takes a small contingent of Almyrans to the Locket to kidnap Holst, who is in bad shape after hearing about Hilda’s death at Derdriu, and bring him to the capital to reunite him with his sister

Edelgard executes Dimitri at Tailtean and proceeds to Fhirdiad; news of the king’s death reaches Almyra only after Fodlan has already fallen

United Adrestia: Years 1 - 2

Claude opts to take an advisory position in Almyra, rather than challenging his father for the throne.  Since she’s technically supposed to be dead, Hilda stays with him in Almyra.

Following in Judith’s footsteps, Claude begins to organize an information network that extends into Fodlan, and contacts Ignatz to act as a key source within the Alliance.

Dorothea moves into the Enbarr palace with Edelgard; Ferdinand assumes the role of Prime Minister advising the Empress; Lysithea and Hanneman begin research into Crests in hopes of finding a way to restore Lysithea’s shortened life; Petra remains in the Empire as a representative of Brigid’s interests.

Despite Edelgard’s high expectations, efforts to oppose the Agarthans are hampered by limited information and unrest throughout the conquered territories.

Edelgard attempts to ally with Almyra in hopes of securing the aid of their military to keep the peace in the former Alliance territories; her treaty is soundly rebuffed by the king and queen.

Edelgard receives the response from Almyra and is significantly less than pleased, but leaves the Imperial messenger unscathed.

Left to enforce the peace by her own means, Edelgard redirects Hanneman and Lysithea’s research away from Crests, assigning them to work with Linhardt toward more direct measures to support the Empire.

Seeing no other recourse, Edelgard reveals to her allies that there is another threat in the shadows, Those Who Slither in the Dark, shaking their confidence and shattering their trust.

Rumors begin to circulate in the former Kingdom territories about a living Blaiddyd heir; Hubert sends agents to investigate and deal with the issue.

The same rumors reach Almyra, prompting Claude and Hilda to infiltrate the Kingdom on a covert investigation.

While exploring the former Gautier territory, Claude and Hilda stumble across Ashe and Annette, along with a group of old Kingdom loyalists and a teenager named Nika who looks shockingly like Dimitri.

Hubert’s agents launch a surprise attack, during which the child’s Major Crest of Blaiddyd flares; with solid evidence in hand, Claude offers them all refuge in Almyra.

On reaching Almyra, Claude adds several key conditions to the terms of their asylum, which the Kingdom loyalists are forced to comply with for Nika’s safety.

United Adrestia: Years 3 - 7

Nika begins training under Claude, Hilda, Ashe, and Annette in a broad variety of subjects, ranging from diplomacy to horseback riding to weapons handling.

Hubert continues struggling to root out the Agarthan threat, a task made more difficult by the limited information available to him and the unfavorable conditions in the Empire at large.

Caspar is tasked with keeping the peace in the original Imperial territories while his father is charged with enforcing Adrestia’s rule in the former Alliance.

Ferdinand continues to challenge Edelgard regarding her plans for reform and equality in the expanded Empire, attempting to prioritize the needs of the people over the hunt for the Agarthans.

Bernadetta begins to withdraw despite Edelgard’s firm insistence that she appear at the capital to offer counsel.

Lysithea reaches out to Edelgard directly regarding her reduced lifespan; the Empress dismisses her worries as an Agarthan lie, given that she was never told the same.

Dorothea moves out of the Enbarr Palace, too dispirited by the state of the Empire and the truth of Edelgard’s deception to bear living beside her in silence.

Wary of the inevitable problem the surviving Blaiddyd might become, Hubert sends assassins into Almyra to deal with Nika; none return thanks to Claude and his parents. 

Lysithea, realizing that her time is growing short, prepares her will and informs Lorenz of her plans to bequeath the Ordelia territory to him; in response, he tries to find some way to extend her shortened life.

Ferdinand finally exhausts Edelgard’s patience; he is dismissed from the position of prime minister and “reassigned” to govern Hyrm as his late father did before him.

Lysithea passes away; the remaining three Golden Deer meet following the funeral to discuss the state of things under Imperial rule, and Lorenz despairs that he chose the wrong side in the war.

Nika approaches his mentors to ask about Dimitri, the half-brother he never knew; he asks, too, about Edelgard, and though Hilda, Annette, and Ashe speak viciously against her, Claude is calm and reasoned in his criticisms, giving Nika deeper insight into the qualities of a good leader.

United Adrestia: Years 8 - 12

Under mounting pressure from the old Kingdom loyalists tasked with his tutelage, Nika copes by spends increasing amounts of time with Claude, which proves invaluable for both his training and his mental health.

Lorenz makes frequent visits to the former Ordelia territory to oversee and manage affairs, putting him in contact with Ferdinand in the neighboring Hyrm territory across the river; the two begin to meet and talk regularly.

Dorothea attempts to coax Bernadetta out of hiding in the Varley Manor as often as she can; she gets no response directly, but occasionally finds a new picture or embroidered plush as proof that her friend is still there.

With conditions in the Empire worsening due to heavy taxation and growing famine, Hubert pulls Petra into assisting him directly with the Agarthan threat; as she is still a political prisoner in truth, she has no choice but to comply.

Upon careful review of several documents left by Dimitri, coupled with Ashe’s and Annette’s recollections, Claude reaches out to Ignatz and asks him to deliver a message to Dorothea.

Despite her low spirits after performing the Empress’ Opera, Dorothea is overjoyed when Ignatz approaches her and readily invites him in, sharing seemingly incidental details of the former Black Eagles’ lives before Ignatz relays the missive Claude had sent.

Having Claude’s oath in writing that her actions will never be revealed, Dorothea agrees to help and returns to the Enbarr Palace, removing a document related to the Arundel family history from the archives and passing it to Ignatz.

With the document in hand, Claude finally manages to put the missing pieces together regarding Dimitri and Edelgard’s shared history, and confirming that the Empress killed her step-brother at Tailtean.

On the eve of Nika’s 24th birthday, Claude reminds him that the choice of whether to return to Fodlan or not is one only he can make: he’ll be an adult by Almyran law the next day, so no one can force him to go if he doesn’t want to.

Nika decides to return to Fodlan; Claude challenges his father for the right to accompany Nika as Almyra’s ambassador and leader of their allied forces.

The Fall of the United Adrestian Empire

The Almyran army breaches Fodlan’s Locket with help from Holst, then proceed to cut off the Empire at Myrddin before they can mount a defense.

Lorenz allies with Claude and takes over the defense of Myrddin with help from Hilda; Claude and Nika proceed north to recapture Derdriu and upset the Empire’s power center in the former Alliance.

Making their way west from Derdriu, Claude and Nika enter the Kingdom territories; with Ashe and Annette’s help, Nika begins to rally the Kingdom loyalists in the far north.

The Kingdom forces make their way to Fhirdiad, growing larger with every town they pass through; riots erupt in the capital when the Blaiddyd heir arrives, overwhelming the Imperial forces stationed there.

Nika claims the right to rule by virtue of his Major Crest of Blaiddyd and ascends the throne of Faerghus, taking Areadbhar in the process.

Pushing south, Nika and the Kingdom army force the Imperials back to the original border between Faerghus and Adrestia.

Claude and the Almyrans make their way east to Myrddin and reunite with Lorenz and Hilda; both armies proceed toward Enbarr.

The Kingdom and Alliance forces converge in Varley territory, meeting only cursory resistance; Raphael finds Bernadetta locked in the Varley manor and manages to coax her out.

On reaching Enbarr, Claude reveals the sibling relationship between Edelgard and Dimitri, branding her as a kinslayer for executing her brother at Tailtean and sowing turmoil through the Imperial capital.

Edelgard refuses to forfeit her claim on her conquered territories, leading to a battle within the Enbarr palace; she is eventually defeated and subdued.

With the Alliance territories conquered by Almyran forces and her claim to Faerghus tainted by the blood of her brother, Edelgard is forced to cede both holdings and old borders are re-established.

Edelgard is further forced to abdicate the throne in favor of a successor; while her heir’s training is not yet complete, Claude recommends Ferdinand be reinstated as Prime Minister and advisor to the throne.

Nika returns to Faerghus to start rebuilding; Claude leaves Lorenz in charge of the Alliance territories, citing Almyra’s hands-off style of governance, before returning home to challenge his father for the throne.

[angelhht]

… …Let’s go, brother.

Heres the painting by itself.

I wanted to draw Byleth with dragon wings in a what if scenario where they successfully harness all the powers of Sothis. Then I thought the painting would look cool in a museum or something where they would look upon it to remember the time they taught their students, so this drawing was born

[indigowallbreaker]

Kiss prompt request: Linhardt/anyone of your choice, #32: kiss at dawn? Just for the sheer irony of LINHARDT of all people being up at dawn. Also because I love him. Thank you!

(@luuxxart I got this and then SOON AFTER saw your recent art. so this is your fault. I thank you)

32: Kiss at dawn

It wasn’t the first time Linhardt had been surprised by the sunrise and he feared it wouldn’t be the last. Was it his fault he’d found an interesting volume about the Crest of Ernest? No. Not at all.

The library was emptier than usual at the early hour now that Tomas, or rather, Solon wasn’t a constant presence any longer. It suited Linhardt just fine. More uninterrupted peace to read and study. Currently he wanted uninterrupted sleep. Though with class starting in an few hours, he wasn’t likely to get it. 

Yawning, Linhardt slipped the book under his arm and left the library for the stairs. He would have made for the exit past the classrooms and fallen into bed like a normal person who had stayed up all night. But movement out the other exit made Linhardt turn. Someone was sneaking into the graveyard. At sunrise. In the middle of winter. 

This was most definitely not Linhardt’s problem-- in fact it might not be a problem. It was something that woke up his curiosity, however, so Linhardt went through the opposite doors and made his way to the wall overlooking the graveyard. 

“Oh, good, it’s just you.”

Ignatz jumped at Linhardt’s voice. For someone who was trying to be stealthy, he sure was tense. “Linhardt! What are you doing here?!”

Linhardt thought about it for a second. “I’m not sure. For some reason whatever you are doing here is more interesting than bed, though.” He descended the steps. “So, what is it? Why are you here so early?”

As he reached the last step, it was quite apparent what Ignatz was doing. Ignatz had set up an easel, which sported a plain white canvas, and was holding a palette of paints. “Promise you won’t tell?” Ignatz said, voice thick with anxiety.

“Are we not suppose to know you paint? Because we very much do. Even Caspar.”

Ignatz flinched. “I know you all know, that’s not what I’m talking about. Given everything that’s been... happening--” The way the Deer referred to Remire was different, but the emphasis stayed the same. “--I know I should probably be getting up early for training. Not for hobbies.” Turning, Ignatz looked out at the rising sun over the mountains. “It’s selfish but... I just wanted to paint something peaceful.”

It was much too cold for a heart to heart conversation in Linhardt’s opinion. He hugged the book to his chest and went to stand beside Ignatz. Leaning their shoulders together added a little extra warmth. Linhardt was a head taller than Ignatz but every bit counted when the wind was this biting. “Not wanting to fight isn’t selfish,” Linhardt said, eyes on the brightening sky. “It might not mean much coming from me, but I think you should paint as many peaceful things as you can. While you still can.”

Ignatz was stiff beside him. Then he relaxed against Linhardt’s arm. “Do you want to be in the painting?” 

“I want to be in a bed.” Linhardt yawned. “But I’d love to see your painting later. Maybe at dinner? When I wake up?”

Ignatz laughed. “Sure. I’ll let you borrow my notes for the day.” With a sleepy smile, Linhardt pat Ignatz on the head. Was it his fault Ignatz was perfect head-pat height? No. Not at all. “And, Linhardt?”

“Hm?”

Holding the paint palette well away, Ignatz leaned up and kissed Linhardt. It was soft, and brought more warmth than the dawn sun was giving off, and Linhardt thought it was a pretty good setting for a first kiss all things considered. Ignatz was red as he drew back. “Thank you,” he said simply. 

Linhardt blinked down at him. “Any time.” With that, he turned, mind on his heavily blanketed bed. But at the top of the stairs, he looked back. Ignatz was already getting to work. Linhardt had no doubt it would be a lovely sunrise.

(Give me all the kiss prompts, i want them all)

[allbrainrot]

Fluff Prompts. Pink Heart. (an easy pickup) reader x Ignatz. (or Ferdie if you want the easy way out. heh.) Reader keeps knitting or reading their book like this is the norm.

OK BET THESE REQUESTS HAVE BEEN SITTING HERE FOR A WHILE BUT I HAVE BEEN RESURRECTED AND WILL BE GIVING YALL WHAT YOU ASKED FOR!! I will say, some are going to be wayyyy shorter than others as it really just depends on my level of inspiration, time and how I’m feeling! I know I’m known to write ridiculously long things lol but that is soooo time consuming and tiring 😔

- I HAVE ACCEPTED YOUR CHALLENGE EVEN IF I DROPPED OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH FOR WEEKS-This one has been brewing in my little raisin brain LMAO

- Ok Ignatz is like 5’5-5’6 I think which is taller than me and everyone at the academy is somewhat strong so he’s definitely capable of lifting someone..If you’re taller than him you’ve gotta squish yourself a lil bit! He’d probably hold you around the waist and you can tuck your knees up and just kinda dangle lol. If you are a fellow shortie then it’s the same thing but you’re just kinda limp and he’s hauling you around like a puppy!

- NOW for the reason why Ignatz would pick you up, given that it’s obviously not something that he would casually do. So, the first time it happened you were either already dating him or just sharing an obvious crush. Ignatz gets hella spooked by something (he’s probably really easy to scare and I guarantee that Claude would find this very amusing and sneak up on him) and without thinking about it he just kinda clutches onto you for dear life and jumps backward which results in aforementioned Ignatz hold..

- He apologizes for days but you eventually get him to believe you when you say that you don’t mind at all. So once the initial panic of ‘holy shit I just picked up (Y/N) like a doll’ is over, he starts to realize that an emotional support (Y/N) to clutch like a teddy bear is the greatest thing ever discovered!

- So it reoccurs a lot when Ignatz gets nervous, stressed, frightened, insecure or any negative emotional really. Reader did not care in the first place so you’re like ok I guess this is just an everyday part of my relationship now 🤷‍♀️ If you weren’t already dating Ignatz, then the confession happened when he was explaining wtf he just accidentally did lol.

- You’re a fellow member of the Golden Deer, so of course you have class study nights! But every time there’s an exam coming up you are immediately in the hold of our dear anxious Ignatz..This is just a cute little habit he’s formed that you're happy to indulge, but there’s still studying to be done! So I guess you're just gonna have to work while suspended in the air!

- Ignatz is very nervous about being invited to tea time with Professor Byleth. Surely they won’t mind if Ignatz brings along his emotional support (Y/N), right? Well, you finally got to your free time and you're set on finishing your book, damn it! But it’s no longer surprising or embarrassing when Ignatz decides that he needs to pick you up, so you just keep reading as if nothing happened while your boyfriend walks around the monastery carrying you!

Everyone clap for the two Allister braincells that conjured this lol

[fe3h-drabbles-and-headcannons]

Accents-Golden Deer

-Once again I'm very aware  

Claude von Riegen- Turkish

Lorenz Hellman Gloucestor- French

Raphael Kirstin-Southern American(S. Carolina)

Ignatz Victor- Swiss German or Estonian

Lysithia von Ordelia- Belgium French

Marianne Von Edmund- English

Hilda Valentine Goneril-Dutch

Leonie Pinelli- Swiss German