#lukas fe

[frickingnerd]

matching scars with lukas

pairing: lukas x gn!reader

tags: mentions of injuries, mostly fluff

being part of the deliverance meant that you'd often get hurt in battle and most of these injuries left behind scars that you'd never get rid of again

both you and lukas had your fair share of injuries and scars, that always reminded you of your former battles and what it had cost to achieve your goal

especially the last battle against duma had left scars on the two of you

there had been a moment where lukas had thrown himself in front of you to shield you from an attack, that otherwise would've hit you

though despite being the one the attack hit, you still received a cut as well

the same blade, cutting both of you at once

that shared scar would always connect the two of you and you'd never forget what he had done for you

not just that day, but also in all the battles prior to that one… 

[luce-speaks]

cross stitch lukas is complete!!

the art is his map sprite from @sacredechoes with slight modifications to reduce the color palette <3

guess who’s up next?

[good-beansdraws]

Fe Aspec Week Day 2: Friendship

An indulgent piece for today!!!! :') It's no secret the trio's friendship has always had a really special place in my heart, and I've been grateful for the taste of acceptance and contentment it brought me during (and long after) I played the game. To see them find the most caring and complete friendship in each other was truly inspiring.

Here's to all of us finding the people that make us "never long for companionship throughout the rest of our days" <3

[good-beans]

"Oh Pocket Lukas, we're really in it now..."

Thank you to the wonderful @luce-speaks who made me a Sacred Echoes Lukas cross stitch!! I'll find a more permanent home for him eventually, but for now I'm going to carry him around like a little locket >:3

[project-sekai-facts]

which characters are more likely to feature in akt5?? i was hoping for toya but he just got his anniversary card :^(

i think akito/an/rin is the most likely lineup

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

@ lukas can't cook confession

my friend tried the lukas cheesecake and hated it which means there's only two possible conclusions: either they just really hate cheesecake or the recipe is canonically accurate and it tastes like shit

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[asklucinalowell]

So... Where's Luka heading to or... What's he up to now?

[good-beanswrites]

Fe Aspec Week Day 1: Coming Out

WOO It's aspec week time!! 💜💚 To no one's surprise I'm starting off with Lukas :3 I know we have the wonderful support convo when he and Python sort of come out to each other, but I was always curious about the loose ends that it brings up -- how he comes out to/is treated by his family, the woman he's left behind, his fellow nobles, etc. This drabble doesn't really answer any of those questions sadfsadf but it's coming from that thought 😂

Father,

I am writing to you now, so soon after my previous letter, as there is something I have yet to confess. It may be difficult for you to hear, but

The sentence stops abruptly, a small dab of ink at the corner of the ‘t’ where the pen had rested a moment in contemplation.

A man sits back at his at a desk. His candle illuminates the page, displaying a few brief lines at the top. He dips his pen in ink time and time again, but the page remains mostly empty. 

At first, the man believes his problem to be a lack of words. No title exists for men like him. He’s well-educated and well-connected in the army; he has an extensive vocabulary for how the upper and lower class categorizes its people. Whether it’s a scholar’s dull terminology, vulgar common language insults, or the carefully chosen phrasing of a gossiper, none of the usual descriptors fit him. All he has are the distantly connected criticisms he’d heard his whole life: “heartless,” “cold,” “detached.” 

When the candle burns lower, however, he realizes the real issue. He has far too many words.

Where would he even start? Should he describe his contentment with his life here? How not one of his fellows ever brought up the lack of a woman at his arm, or how dinners with the King and Queen themselves were filled with pleasantries that never touched on his romantic endeavors? Whatever his father had been preparing for, it had never come.

Or should he begin earlier, when he was first accepted by this group of people? He wasn’t sure if he could properly convey all that he experienced on that fateful night, speaking softly with the unit’s archer – a man he’d come to call one of his truest friends. The man had heard for the first time in his life that there were others like him. He heard that they were content. They were whole.

He could go back further and describe the moment that the realization first hit him. How his father had been right in a sense. Just as he said, one day when the man was grown, he would be in the arms of another, and everything about himself would suddenly make sense. There was only one difference. He’d been forced to bury that clarity, since it wasn’t the same kind that everyone else came to.

Or should he start even further back? He could recount all little hints that haunted him across his youth. His dreams for the future never quite aligned with those of his peers. Nothing ever seemed to align. His choice of stories to read, of games to play, of jokes to make. He wouldn’t ever claim he was mistreated as a child, but everyone would agree that the signs had appeared even then.

The man sighs. Where is the beginning, when one has always been this way? 

The clock strikes on the hour. It is late, and he will need to be at his sharpest tomorrow for drills and meetings. He has no more time to fret over words about his past. 

The man tries a new method, and wonders what his friends may write about him. He can’t resist a dry smile. He knows that he can never, under any circumstance, allow them to exchange any correspondence with his family. 

But the exercise gives him an idea.

He writes out a single statement. Then he blows out the candle and heads to his bed. 

there is nothing broken about me.

Cordially,

Lukas

[justrudyart]

my favorite fire emblem rarepair, pykas my beloved 🫶🏻

[fefuckability]

SEMIFINALS: idk what to even say about this one we'll just have to see

Feel free to comment and reblog with your reasons!

[fe-smashorpass]

[midnight--capricorn]

ok so the fact Python is a tiny little cat (well not that small) between a couple of relatively large dog breeds is kinda funny to me

but also I had to give him something to resemble his name (the tail rings and diamond markings are not features of pythons I'm pretty sure, the diamond shapes are an adder and the rings are meant to resemble a coral snake/kingsnake)

I also decided that he would probably fight back against having a collar so I did not give him one (plus archers tend to have less armour than other classes in fire emblem games so I had less to work with)

I also did not get these guys entirely proportionally accurate but I'm vibing. This is not a bad thing entirely.

[good-beansdraws]

Finally finishing my Lukas-Fuuta swap art -- I was really happy with the original armor switch and thought some alternate outfits could be fun to go full-out with :3 I was so tired of drawing the uniforms so just have my sketch for that and the resplendent alt 😅

[good-beans]

Audio from this post 🦋

[luce-speaks]

lukas' guide to getting into (and subsequently out of) a political marriage

written for @fe-aspec-week 2024! i was inspired by this piece by @good-beanswrites from last year's aspec week—i wanted to try my own spin on the how-to format, and this is what came of it!

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The first step is to be a pushover. Be a second son, be an easy mark, be someone useful and easy to use. Be agreeable. Go along with it. It’s the least you can do.

He meets Talia for the first time when he’s fifteen. They’re at a banquet table, silver spoons in hand. She smiles, and he smiles back. It’s rare luck, to meet someone his own age who isn’t completely insufferable.

The second step is for someone else to make the decision. This is the hard part, because you don’t have any control over it, but it’s also the easy part, because you don’t have to do it yourself.

He is informed of the marriage three days after he turns eighteen, and the announcement receives rather more fanfare than his actual birthday. He later finds out that it had been in the works for eight months, his own involvement only an afterthought. He nods along.

The third step is to try and get used to it. Look for the bright side. Do your best. Scrape out what happiness you can and tell yourself that it’s enough. Try to believe it, too.

They sit together in Talia’s ornate bedroom while their parents hash out the details.

“I know it wasn’t your idea,” she says quietly, “but… I like you well enough. And I think you like me well enough. It’s worth a try, isn’t it? To find our own happiness?”

“Yes,” he says, like second nature, agreeing but also agreeable. “I think it is.”

The fourth step is to watch it fall apart. Your relationship, your happiness, your ambitions—these things will decline slowly but steadily, in step with the political decline of the country you live in. It will get worse before it gets better.

He and Talia used to go for picnics. They both preferred open fields to banquet tables, but the silver spoons came with them in the wicker basket. They would sit under the blue sky and talk about what they’d read recently. Their tastes were never quite the same.

His family used to like the picnics, too. Now they just say he isn’t doing enough. He wonders how it can be not enough and too much at the same time.

The fifth step is to run away. Watch for your chance and take it. Mask your intentions under what is asked of you, always useful, always agreeable, always a second son. Smile and nod and run like hell.

“You’re joining the Deliverance? But—Lukas—“

He doesn’t meet her eyes. “I don’t have a choice.”

“When will you be back?”

“I can’t say. I might not return at all.”

If she asked, he would say “because I might die”. But he also leaves his engagement ring on the table.

The sixth step is to be happy, against all odds. Wash your bloody hands and smile, for real this time. Sit with your friends while they sing campfire songs and gossip and never, ever ask you when you’re getting married.

Python corners him once, alone, with a single-minded focus. He wants to know, so Lukas tells him.

“Honestly, Python? I’m not sure if I love her or not.”

He expects some kind of scolding. He does not expect Python’s simple answer to make everything fall into place in his mind.

The seventh and final step is to settle your affairs. Write a curt letter to the family that sent you away; disappoint them with the news of your continued existence and promise they won’t be seeing you again. For the second letter, waver a while longer before finally giving in and asking your friends for help.

“Keep it short—no fancy words, nothing too nice,” Python says. “You’ve made up your mind. You can’t have her thinkin’ you might come back now.”

“But it ought to at least be polite!” Forsyth argues back. “He said himself that she was completely pleasant about the whole thing. There’s no call for rudeness to her—unlike that awful brother—“

“Hold on,” he says. “I think I’ve got it.”

Python and Forsyth accompany him to mail the letter to Talia. Afterward, the three of them go out for drinks, just as Python promised once upon a time.

(As he turns in for bed that night, Lukas reflects on how light he feels. He is no longer engaged, no longer agreeable, no longer easily used. He is nobody’s husband and nobody’s second son. And he is more at home than he has ever been before.)

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

lukas can't cook (heroes line) but unfortunately i got it into my headcanon earlier that he makes bomb ass cheesecake... now i must compromise and reconcile these two truths 💔

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