Twists and Turns Cannot Defy Fate (Lysithea/Claude from Fire Emblem)

Being able to live for centuries was a blessing as much as it was a curse.

Claude had once resented his heritage. His life had been full of misfortune because of it. Those on his father’s side were not fond of his existence, to say the least, and although they never exiled him from his homeland, he eventually had enough of them and left on his own terms.

The other Laguz tribes expressed a level of disgust towards him that made the Goldoans seem kind in comparison. He had no luck mingling with them.

The Beorc of Begnion offered some sanctuary, but because of their hatred towards Laguz, he had to be careful. Their shorter lifespan forced him to adopt multiple personas, but the multitude of Beorc nations at least made sure no one was suspicious.

His life had been one of misery, and full of longing. He remembered wondering if he'd ever find a place he could call home, and people to call family.

Claude was a Branded, a rare individual who belonged to neither of Tellius’s two prominent races.

But for the first time in his life, he was starting to experience an appreciation for his unique blood.

If it wasn’t for the unusual circumstances he had found himself in, he never would have met her.

Lysithea.

He had met her many years ago, back when she was a young lass. Despite the plethora of people he had met in his travels, their first encounter was unique.

He had found her, walking in the rain, limping as she tried to make it back home. She was on the verge of collapse and likely would have died if he wasn’t present. He had caught her as she stumbled, and with a weak voice, she had begged him-- a complete stranger, to bring her home.

So he did.

He learned that Lysithea had been missing for many months. She was the daughter of a noble, but their status had decreased dramatically over the last year, mainly because they had spent a large degree of their fortune trying (and failing) to find her.

Although not as mighty as the Begnion Senate, they once had a respectable degree of influence, and used it to hinder the underground Laguz slave-trade still occurring. Claude wasn’t shocked to hear that such a thing was happening despite it being outlawed, and he was disgusted to hear how they had been punished for their supposed transgression.

Rather than strip them of their power or assassinate them, the Senate had targeted their daughter, kidnapping her. According to the girl, she had been experimented on, and the symbol of that was her white hair… not to mention the endless scars covering her body.

What they were hoping to achieve was something she didn't know, but Lysithea had learned from them that she was a failure, and because of it, her lifespan had been dramatically reduced.

At some point during those months of torture, Lysithea saw an opportunity to escape, and she took it despite the risk. It mattered not to her that she was bleeding, and that her body was beyond exhausted. It mattered not that they would try to locate her and imprison her once again. What mattered to her was seeing her parents one last time.

Claude recalled his anger spiking when hearing her story, but there wasn’t anything he could do against the Begnion Senate. Powerful as he was, he was just one person.

But Lysithea’s plight remained stuck in his head. In many ways, they were direct opposites, and he was strangely fascinated by that. He had no intention of sticking around, but he did. He helped her family move to a smaller town in the countryside, and he did what he could to help their financial situation.

He had no obligation to do anything, but he did so anyway.

They did all they could to repay him for his generosity, but he refused any hospitality they offered. All money he earned went to them, and he denied any cut of it.

They were kind to him. To Claude, that was enough in this cruel world.

...and though it took some time for him to realise it, they were breaking down the cold personality he had set up to defend himself. He was smiling more. He was making more jokes, and Lysithea especially was not a fan of how he teased her!

But she had to be to an extent.

She eventually did declare her love for him, after all, and it was during that moment that he realized he loved her too.

How could he not? She was beautiful. She was kind. She looked immensely adorable when being teased too.

At one point, he was scared how they'd react to the truth behind his heritage.

When they told him it wouldn’t change a thing, he felt foolish for thinking they’d answer otherwise.

But the matter of Lysithea’s lifespan could not be ignored.

Over the years, her physical condition had worsened. She could still operate normally, but she’d grow exhausted far more quickly than even her elderly parents.

It was nothing a piggyback-ride couldn't fix though! He adored how she’d always deny needing one out of frustration, and sure, his teasing tone certainly didn’t help that. In the end, she’d accept it, and the way she clung to him so tightly told him a lot.

It did not take much time for Claude to realize he had to act quickly. She had a few more years at best, and because of that, he felt it was his duty to give her as much of a normal life as he could.

For that reason, he proposed.

At first, she thought it was a crude joke. He blamed himself for treating her too much like a little sister at times, but she quickly realized he was very serious.

Then she cried, and accepted.

The ceremony was small, and the only attendees were her parents and a handful of close family friends. They didn’t need anybody else.

It took place only a few hours ago.

The newly-wed couple had traveled to the ocean for their wedding, renting a small cabin with the funds they had saved up to use for their honeymoon.

Today was a day he would never forget, and amusingly, one of the only days he had truly felt nervous. He never understood the appeal of weddings, but knew it meant a lot to Lysithea. But moments before their union was due to begin, he started to understand.

Weddings were a symbol of a couple’s love and devotion to each other-- a means to make vows that they would uphold for the rest of their lives.

Upon making this realization, he started to feel apprehensive. Those mere minutes where he waited for her to arrive and walk down the aisle in that gorgeous wedding dress were unbelievably nerve-racking.

But once he saw how beautiful she looked in that dress, and how much she was smiling… all those nerves faded away.

“Thank you for today,” Lysithea spoke softly, leaning on his shoulder. They were sitting on the beach, enjoying the setting sun shimmering above the sea. “Truly.”

He could tell she was on the verge of tears. She was that happy, and the way she clung to him reinforced that. It was like she never wanted to let go.

“I’ve lived for a long time, Lysithea,” he eventually responded to her, placing his hand around her shoulder, letting her sink into his body a little more. “But I’ve never loved someone as much as I love you.”

“Today has been so much fun,” she was trying her best not to cry. Perhaps she was concerned he’d tease her for being a child, and usually, he would-- not today, however. “But also exhausting.”

He didn’t like how her tone dropped then.

“We have plenty of wedding cake left,” he pointed out. “Want me to go fetch you a slice?”

“O-Oh, yes please!” she perked up. “I had forgotten about the cake!”

“Well, that’s a first,” he chuckled.

She lightly punched him in the arm. “Don’t tease me! You know why I forgot.”

He was starting to feel a little famished himself, so the timing was good. Claude stood up and offered his hand, carefully lifting her to her feet. She fell onto his body as a result, but she had no objection to cuddling for a little bit longer.

“Do you need any-”

“I can walk,” she interrupted him. “Just… hold my hand, okay?”

He nodded, intersecting his fingers around hers. His grip was strong, but hers was stronger. The two slowly but surely returned to the cabin, and upon seeing the many slices of cake still awaiting them, Lysithea felt some of her energy rejuvenate.

Seeing her scoff the cake down put a silly little grin on his face. He also adored how much of a glutton she was, especially to pastries. Usually, he’d scold her for eating too much, but she deserved the treat.

“Don’t forget to leave a slice for me, Lys,” he chuckled.

“No promises,” she answered hastily, her mouth muffled due to having too much cake in it.

Claude found it insanely tempting to tease her for eating so childishly, but he had vowed not to tease her too much on their wedding day.

Ultimately, she ended up eating the majority of the cake, and this led her to collapsing onto the bed. She wasn’t down for the count-- just a little winded from eating too much.

It was immensely amusing how she was even capable of eating so much, but he had learned not to question how strong her tummy was. He’d be sure to give it a bunch of kisses later, just to make sure it didn’t get upset.

“...Claude,” she spoke up after some time. “I… have a request.”

It had been some time since he had heard her speak so seriously, so she had his undivided attention.

“What’s up?”

Taking a deep breath, she raised her upper body, staring at him with a glimmer in her eyes.

“...tonight is our wedding night, so…” she started, but found herself nervously biting her lip. He was happy to give her the time she needed to speak up, even if he had already figured out what she was about to say. “I… I would like to… do... it.”

“...do what?”

He couldn’t resist! Just one little tiny tease.

His smug expression was seen immediately, and she pouted adorably.

“Sex! S-E-X! There! I said it!”

Claude wasn’t teasing her for the sake of his own amusement (though it was certainly a bonus). He was in love with how flustered she could get whenever he did it.

But it was clear she was embarrassed about confessing her desire for such a thing, so he made sure to make amends. A quick, gentle kiss on the forehead did just that, and had the benefit of maintaining her flustered expression too!

“You’ve been waiting long enough,” he gave his answer. "Let's do it."

Lysithea expressed a variety of emotions through her face alone. She was still ashamed, but excitement was beginning to creep in. She was also shocked he was willingly agreeing to this, and that was causing a degree of nervousness.

After all, while she had expressed interest in it before, Claude had denied any of her attempted sexual advances.

It wasn’t as if he wasn’t attracted to her in such a way-- that couldn’t be any further from the truth!

But...

“...I thought you would never say yes,” she confessed.

Lysithea’s inflection was not what he was expecting it to be. She sounded immensely happy, but she sounded relieved and tearful too, and the latter was contributing a lot to her pitch. She had always been disappointed at his refusals, but would get over it rather quickly. That gave the impression it wasn’t that big of a deal for her, but her present tone was suggesting otherwise.

“Why is that?” he was curious.

She bit her lip. Hard. It was difficult for her to answer that question, and he almost spoke up and said she didn’t need to, but she gathered her courage at just the right time.

“...I have a scarred body. I feared you would see it, and think… I'm ugly,” she admitted.

...oh.

Being as careful as he could be, he brought Lysithea into an urgent hug. He held her firmly, but made sure not to pressure her body too much with the embrace.

He was such a fool.

He wanted to be intimate with her, but one concern held him back.

Claude was physically strong. Lysithea was physically fragile. He was always calm and considerate when it came to physical affection, and for that reason, sex was off the tables in his eyes; he knew it would hurt her, and the thought of that was crushing.

But he had been selfish. He hadn’t even thought to talk about his concerns, and because of that, Lysithea had understandably made some wrong assumptions.

“Lysithea, I love everything about you, and that includes your scars. You are beautiful,” he spoke sincerely. “But… I never want to see you in pain, and because of that, I denied your advances. That is the true reason I didn’t agree to it, but now… I understand that you truly wanted this, even if it is painful.”

She was silent for some time.

Claude was patient. She had a lot to think about.

But when she started giggling randomly, he was surprised at how unsurprised he was. Lysithea doing something like that was pretty characteristic of her; as scarred as she was physically and mentally, she wished to remain as positive as she could. Claude could understand why.

“I… uh, actually wouldn’t mind you being rough with me, Claude,” she confessed. “That’s why it amuses me that you’ve been so hesitant. The idea of a little pain doesn’t make me shy away at all.”

Now that was surprising.

“I think it's important we agree to speak honestly with each other about everything,” he proposed. “We are married now.”

Lysithea nodded, a devious smirk appearing on her face.

“Sure, I can work with that,” she said. “Now what are you waiting for? Take your clothes off, and fuck your bride already!”

“...I said honestly, not bluntly!” he was very caught off guard by the suddenness of that demand.

Lysithea started poking him in the face. Had she been drinking? There wasn’t any alcohol at the wedding, was there? He couldn’t recall any…

“Your face is warm,” she giggled. “Looks like I’m the one teasing you for a change.”

Ah.

He understood what she was doing now.

She was trying to entice him.

Luckily for her, it was working.

Equal excitement was beginning to brew within them both. Although their lives were dramatically different, their emotions were currently in unison. A blend of enthusiasm and apprehension was coursing through their veins, but so too was a healthy dose of determination, guiding them to the intimacy they both desired.

As Claude started taking his clothes off, he saw Lysithea doing the same. She was a little slower than he, but it was due to some remaining nerves regarding her scars.

Claude knew he had to do something about that, and he had the perfect solution in mind. Once her top was off, revealing her bruised chest, he leaned in suddenly, planting a gentle kiss on one of them. The sensation made Lysithea shiver and groan a little, but she didn’t reject him as he escalated the kisses. Her skin was a little rough, but also so gentle to caress, and his urges began to take over as he embraced her. It felt so good to kiss her this way, and long overdue!

“C-Claude…” she murmured. “L-Let me take the rest of my clothes off!”

He was unbelievably tempted to just continue anyway, but ultimately decided to back off just in case it was a little too much for her. Besides, it wasn’t all bad-- he got to see how madly she was blushing. The warmth emitting from her face was almost on the same level as when they were exchanging vows, and he wondered if he could enhance that blush even further as the night progressed.

Lysithea took even more time to undress, but that was because she had to keep her guard up in case of a sudden Claude ambush. Sure, she wasn’t particularly against it… but she was done waiting for the main act!

Fortunately for her, Claude focused on removing his clothes as well, and what she saw took her breath away.

She had seen glimpses of his body, but she hadn’t expected him to look this good!

But she also felt silly.

Extraordinarily silly.

“I’m sorry,” she abruptly apologized, and the suddenness of it confused him.

“Why are you sorry?”

“Your brand,” she answered. “My concerns were silly-- you are also scarred.”

Claude’s brand was on his chest, so it was fairly easy to hide from nosy people, but he didn't mind her seeing, of course. She wasn’t exactly wrong to call it a scar either, and once, he detested its existence, but now...

“Lysithea, consider this,” he spoke softly. “Our scars are symbolic of our pain… but we can also consider them a symbol of our love. Think about it-- if we didn’t have them… we wouldn’t have met each other.”

He gazed up, noticing she was pouting significantly.

But she wasn’t frustrated by any means. She was just doing it to hold back the need to squeal a little.

“...since when were you such a smooth talker?” she eventually responded.

“It’s our wedding night, Lysithea!” he answered. “Unless… you really do miss all my jokes?”

“...maybe a little,” she hadn’t forgotten about their earlier agreement, it seemed. “But forget about that! Please, please… I need you, and I know you need me, so…”

He nodded. The only thing stopping them from being nude was their underwear, so they promptly took them off simultaneously.

Both had ridiculous temptations to gaze at the other’s body forever, but they knew doing so would just delay things even further.

But what they saw made their frantic hearts beat even faster.

Claude was handsome beyond belief, and although she only caught a mere glimpse, she could tell he was big. It made her wonder if it would fit-- and if not, she’d make it fit!

Lysithea was beautiful beyond belief. She had gorgeous curves and thighs, and although her breasts were small, he couldn’t wait to inevitably suckle upon them anyway.

Making sure he was careful with his movement, he positioned himself in front of her. He gazed up one last time, receiving a slow but reassuring nod. He could tell she was a little scared, but she’d be furious with him if he backed away now.

It took a moment to find her hole, and his shaky hands didn’t help, but once he did, his head slipped in easily. She was already drenched, aiding with the insertion, and it made him realize she was hiding just how turned on she was. He’d have to do something about that!

“...you okay?” he asked.

“Y-Yes… I promise you,” she sounded weak, but determined. “Just… do it already… please…”

Claude swallowed. He wasn’t going to hold back any longer.

As he pushed in further, he could tell she was struggling. Her whimpers were heartbreaking… but even as he saw her bleed, he could not ignore how tightly she was grabbing his wrists.

Somehow, against all odds, he managed to push his entire length inside her, and he could feel the entrance to her womb tickling his tip.

He knew she would be tight, but he didn’t expect her walls to be this gripping! It would be a struggle to thrust, but at least the worst was over.

Lysithea was crying.

But she was also smiling. Despite all the pain, she was happy.

In fact… she even started to giggle. It was faint at first, but it eventually started to drown out her whimpers.

“...What’s so funny?” Claude was too curious.

“You can’t call me a child anymore,” she was cheeky with him. “Not after this. It would make you look weird!”

He knew what she meant by that, and the attempt at humoring him was successful, though that was mainly attributed to how she could crack a joke at a time like this!

“You know that isn’t going to stop me,” he leaned down, kissing her firmly on the lips.

At first, the smooch was similar to their wedding kiss. Long, but romantic.

...but it quickly lost its composure. His lust for her was just too great, and now that he was finally inside her, he couldn’t hold back. His tongue broke her lips, overwhelming her-- but she liked it.

“C-Claudeeee…” she moaned, and moaned, and moaned...

When he finally backed off, she was absurdly out of breath, but the gleeful, saliva-stained face looked so sexy. It almost made him dig in for seconds.

“I-I’m ready… you can… move…”

Lysithea was as impatient as ever, not even willing to wait for her breathing to stabilize. Claude had criticised her for pushing herself too hard once, and while she had tried to listen to his advice, she occasionally succumbed to her bad habits. This time was an understandable slip-up though.

He started to thrust, doing his best to ignore the return of her whimpers. They weren’t as prominent in volume as the ones before it, thankfully.

“F-Faster…”

He was quite slow, still subconsciously wanting to be careful with her, so he understood why she wanted him to speed up; therefore, he did.

“Faaasteeerrr…”

It was only the lust leaking out of her voice that convinced him this time. He accelerated, fucking her at a respectable, yet still considerate pace.

“F-Fasssterrr, Claudeeee!”

She was just being greedy now.

But… he couldn’t say no to her. Holding firmly onto her hips, he accelerated dramatically. Despite him being arguably ruthless with his thrusts at this point, she expressed no pain whatsoever. It was all untamed pleasure, and seeing her look so happy warmed his heart.

Claude was relieved to see she was enjoying herself. Now, he could focus on just how wonderful it felt to be inside her.

He had already noticed she was tight. It had taken much effort to breach through her defenses, but now her pussy was capable of taking a pounding. It felt good. More than good. It made him feel even sillier for denying her for so long, but knowing they were having their first time on their wedding night was nice too. Regardless, Claude was eager to make up for lost time, and make sure this girl’s pleasure soared to the heavens. She deserved nothing less.

It was fortunate they were in an isolated cabin! Her voice was deafeningly loud, and it made him ponder if she was even noticing his volume. He wasn’t complaining though-- it was all music to his ears, and he vowed to never forget how blissful she sounded.

“C-Claude…” she tightened the grasp on his wrists, catching his attention. “I want… I want you to… cum inside me…”

The demand was hot… but he knew doing such a thing had consequences.

He had thought about this before.

Of course, the idea of raising a family with her sounded amazing.

...but their child would not grow up with a mother.  They’d have a few years with her at best-- assuming her body was even prepared to handle a pregnancy!

He didn’t want to escalate her death. He didn’t want to do anything like that! He had tried so hard to find a cure, but he couldn’t find anything. He had done so much, and he didn’t want to lose her. He didn’t want to lose her… he didn’t…

“Claude,” her soft voice brought him back to reality. “It’ll be okay. I… I know I won’t live for much longer… but it would make me happy knowing that… I'm not leaving you alone in this harsh world.”

She knew him well. She could essentially read his mind at this point.

He glanced at her expression, and he saw an angel. She was crying, yet was still smiling warmly. Lysithea had accepted her fate, and wanted to make a difference with what time she had.

He was not looking forward to that inevitable day, nor did he know if he’d ever be able to accept her demise... but he could not deny any of her wishes. She wished to leave him a legacy-- he could never deny her that.

“Don’t look so sad,” she lightly punched him on the shoulder. “Weren’t you going to fuck me, Claude? You’ve slowed down a lot! Come on, fuck me! I want you so much.”

The whiplash of emotions was… surreal, to say the least. He was feeling all angsty, but now that comment of hers had reawakened his lust. Lysithea truly was incredible.

He swallowed hard, dispatching any distracting thoughts.

Once he resumed pounding her, and saw how sweaty and shiny her body was… he could think of nothing else but turning her into a moaning mess. Lysithea smirked upon seeing his determination once again, and he noticed. If she was going to be cheeky, then it was up to him to wipe that smug grin off her face.

And that he did. Claude escalated the intensity of his thrusts, and Lysithea once again was crying out loudly. Eager to fuck her even faster, he climbed on top of her, and her legs instinctively wrapped around his back. She succumbed fully to her lust, and so did he.

“C-Claude… I’m… gonna…!”

“Me too…”

“T-Together!”

Lysithea was the first to reach her climax. Her walls started squeezing his sensitive shaft relentlessly, and a few thrusts later, he was there too. There was no hesitation when it came to cumming inside her. In fact, Claude kept himself firmly sealed inside Lysithea for some time, wanting her womb to taste every last drop. If she was so desperate to get pregnant, then he had to do his part too.

Their dual releases were short-lived but lasted long enough to bring them satisfaction. Their bodies were incredibly exhausted, but they both felt at peace. Urges that had been around for a long time had been quenched. It was the perfect end to their wedding day.

Eventually, they found themselves cuddling up with each other, and this gave Claude some much-needed thinking time.

“Lysithea?”

“Mmm?”

“...I hope we do have a family,” he was honest. “I’ll protect them. They… might not have you, but they won’t be alone, like I was. I promise you that.”

“Thank you, Claude…” she was once again on the verge of tears, but they weren’t ones he felt the need to clear; his chest was doing a pretty good job of that. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Lysithea…”

“Mmm… hey, want some cake before we sleep? There’s still some left.”

Claude had the perfect response in mind. He brought his hand down onto her buttocks suddenly, making her yelp. “I already have the perfect cake right here.”

“I d-didn’t mean it like that, Claude! You idiot!”

He smiled while she chided him.

Neither knew how long she had left, but he was going to make the most of his time.

He wanted her to leave this world smiling, and she’d be able to do just that with her husband and child by her side.

It would be tough after that… but he’d do his best to stay happy, for her sake, and for the sake of their child.

They would live a beautiful life, and hear so many stories of how wonderful their mother was.

But for now, he decided not to dwell too much on the future. She was still here, and he was going to make the most of it.

“Clauuudeeee…” she purred. “...do you want to go… another round?”

“Wait, what?” he was shocked. “I thought you wanted to eat cake?"

“You smacked my ass!”

“That turned you on?”

“...yes.”

Claude chuckled.

There was no guarantee she’d be pregnant on the first go, so a second round to make sure of it sounded like a good idea.