#clydeth

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i’m sorry byleth bonus:

[mookybear12404]

Master post of my Bylaude headcanons:

-Claude is the only person who has learned to read Byleth like an open book. The slightest twitch in the eye, a minor change in speech, and Claude knows exactly what she’s feeling. Nobody else can understand how he does it.

-He’s also the only one who understands her dry sense of humor.

-Claude liked to use the nickname ‘By’ for Byleth.

-Claude’s white wyvern was one that took orders from no one. Even with Claude it took many years and a great difficulty to tame the beast. Byleth, however, was able to gain its trust within and hour. Claude was rather jealous when this happened.

-During the time that Claude was in Almyra he would often tell stories to the little children about the beautiful “Ashen Demon” and his adventures with her, to the point of where she became an Almyran legend.

-Byleth’s favorite scent is Pine Needles. And Claude smells like pine needles.

-Byleth always feared losing the ring Claude gave her, so much that she eventually put it on a chain and wore it around her neck whenever she was in battle.

-During his time in Almyra Claude would sometimes miss Byleth so much that he would feel this deep ache in his chest. When that happened, (often at night), he would go out and look at the stars. He would often tell himself that he was looking at the same stars Byleth was looking at.

-When this happened he was also known to kiss the ring that she had given him. It also became a habit to do so before battle for “good luck”.

-During Claude’s time away, Byleth developed a taste for Almyran Pine tea.

-When Claude returned, leading his army in against the rebel forces that had Byleth cornered, he did all he could to make his entrance as dramatic as possible.

He swaggered up the steps to the front of the castle, the shouts of his forces behind him, walking toward Byleth and her stony face.

“Come’on. You didn’t give up, on me coming back did you?”

For a second she stood silent. Claude began to fear the worst. Was she angry? Did she hate him? Did she even remember him? Now that was a silly thought. Or was it? He did a very good job at hiding his thoughts behind his smile.

“It’s rude to keep a lady waiting you know.”

It’s said in such a monotone voice, but Claude knows her too well by now. The slight tug at the corner of her mouth, the crinkles around her eyes...

He can’t contain himself anymore, and rushes forward to embrace her in a kiss

-They actually hold two weddings for the couple, one in Fódlan and one in Almyra. The one in Fódlan is held in Garreg Mach. It’s a grand feast, with all of Byleth’s subjects attending. All of the old Golden Deer students get front row seats.

The second wedding is much less formal, and has MUCH better food. There is singing, dancing, and feasting throughout all of Almyra for many days after the wedding.

- During this time Byleth finally gets to see Claude’s homeland and meet his parents.

-Byleth and Claude are seen as a very... interesting pair by the people of Fódlan. But somehow Byleth’s sarcasm and stony-faced demeanor seems to balance well with Claude’s bright and flirtatious attitude.

-Claude loves to introduce Byleth at every chance he can just so he can say “this is my WIFE, Byleth VON RIEGAN” in a very proud voice.

-Claude is the world’s BIGGEST romantic. He’s the type to write Byleth sappy poetry and bring her flowers.

-In public Byleth is the least affectionate woman you could ever meet. But in private she’s actually quite a softy. She likes to lay on Claude’s chest and listen to his heartbeat. He finds it funny how fascinated she is with it, not having one of her own

-He also never uses Byleth’s real name-only pet names. Most commonly, ‘my love’, though he also likes to use my deer ‘my dear’

-Claude LOVES having his hair played with. If Byleth has had enough of putting up with his shenanigans all she’ll have to do is simply run her fingers through his hair and he’ll turn to a pile of mush

-Claude loves to braid Byleth’s hair, and will do it whenever he gets the chance.

-Sleep doesn’t come easily to either of them, both still having lingering nightmares from the war. When this happens, they’ve taken to having long wyvern rides in the night sky. Sometimes Byleth will fall asleep while they’re riding and he’ll have to carry her back to bed.

-Claude’s wyvern is ferociously jealous, and when it sees Claude and Byleth kissing it will shove its head between the two like a dog

-Despite the fact that Byleth has an entire crew of the kingdom’s most renowned cooks, she prefers it when her husband cooks for her. Claude loves making her his favorite Almyran comfort food.

-When Claude blushes, his ears turn bright red. Byleth finds this absolutly adorable. It’s very hard to get him embarrassed though, but she savors each time she manages to catch him off guard.

[starsofecho]

Couples and family

(Note: the descriptions will be under the pictures to avoid confusion)

Solemates

Byleth x Claude (OTP)

I love him, he stole my heart

I've shiped it from the beginning

Lorenz x Hilda

They make a perfect couple

(I call it opposites attract)

I CALLED IT

Family Truth

I had a feeling, there was no way they could be siblings

(TUMBLR HATES ME, IT SWAPPED WORDS AROUND)

[imthepunchlord]

I'm pretty sure your reblogs are the sole culprits of pushing me into Claude x Byleth shipping hell when I don't even play the game

Excellent. 

Now don’t mind me gushing below, spoilers under cut. But, short version, yes, I love them so much. As of now, easily my fav ship for FE3h. 

But man, I love them so much. They’re so much to unpack. Of the three heirs, he starts out trusting Byleth the least and it goes to him having so much faith and trust in them, that even when they’re gone for five years, he believes they’ll cheat death and he’ll see them again. There is no doubt. And Byleth does come back, just as he knew they would. 

There’s actually so much faith and trust that Byleth is one of two that Claude will entrust watching over Fodlan to while he leaves to win over Almyra, knowing they’re able to make it without him at their side and is able to win people over and will take care of it. And once he comes back, they’ll truly be together, with all of Fodlan and Almyra united. 

They also learn to truly smile together. Byleth, thanks to being messed with as a baby, has trouble expressing emotions, and its to a point its a wonder if they do even feel anything and their father Jeralt fears Byleth  feels nothing even for him. Its only when they come across the 3 heirs does Byleth start to react, start to come a little alive. And for a year at Garreg Mach, Byleth starts to smile and express themselves. When choosing Claude’s route, the most hopeful of all routes to choose, that’s the most Byleth smiles. 

Claude hasn’t truly smiled in a long time. Smiles were more misdirection, a mask to put on to ease suspicion and turn eyes away elsewhere. From his childhood he faced racism on both sides for his mixed heritage and faced a few assassination attempts. He grew up knowing everyone was a schemer in some shape or form, had something they wanted, an agenda to meet and they’d meet it in any shape or form, and that the world was against him (which is why he wanted to fix it, unite people so no one else had to deal with racism anymore). It isn’t till he starts to trust and become friends with Byleth that he starts to truly smile. A smile that can reach his eyes, full of fondness and joy. A smile that can be big and alive, or soft and full of love (platonic or romantic). And he doesn’t even realize it till Hilda points out that he only truly smiles when he’s with Byleth. 

They’re also one of those pairs that don’t even need to speak to be able to communicate and understand one another. Without a word, they can just know what the other is thinking and work accordingly with it to reach their goal. Like Claude makes a big speech about the power of friendship with the intent of distracting him and Byleth catches on, going to deliver the blow. 

Byleth has a close connection with all 3 heirs, but as of right now, of the 3, their connection with Claude is my favorite. The growth of that connection they have, from both unknowingly learning to smile together, from Claude not trusting Byleth to having so much faith in them; yeah I love these two a lot. 

[annerly-san]

Claude: “So, Teach, are you married?”

Byleth: “Yes.”

Claude: “Ok, but are you HAPPILY married?”

[mookybear12404]

Dimileth is the ultimate hurt/comfort trope and Bylaude/Clydeth/Claudeth is the ultimate best friends to lovers trope change my mind

[mookybear12404]

Byleth: “Haha Claude you’re so amazing :) And this plan is so brilliant how did I end up with such a smart man :)”

Claude: “who are you and what have you done with my wife”

[juliannos]

Fictober Day 1 | Prompt: “It will be fun, trust me.” Rating: T Pairing: F!Byleth/Claude (War Phase) Warnings: It’s just fluffy, so no warnings here!

“Hey Teach, c’mon! I know you’re faster than that!”

Byleth huffed in frustration. “One, you don’t need to call me Teach anymore! I’m not exactly your teacher now,” she called, continuing to push herself up the steep hill in order to catch up with Claude. “Two, I was asleep for five years! I might be just a tiny bit out of shape!”

“Nonsense,” he said, turning and watching her climb as he waited near the summit. “I saw you take on those bandits - you’re still in top form, Teach.” He placed an extra emphasis on the nickname and she watched as he failed to hide his smirk. He was goading her, she knew that, but she just ignored it and concentrated on walking. She didn’t want him to know just how exhausted she was feeling. It was as if when she and Sothis became one, the goddess imparted her propensity for napping as well. It was rather frustrating, if she was being honest, but with everything that had happened her in absence and since she woke up… well, she didn’t have time to be tired. She had a promise to keep to herself: to keep her students alive. It didn’t matter they weren’t students anymore - in fact, most of them were older than her now - but she had made a promised she would protect them, and she would. Come hell, high water, or deep existential exhaustion.

When she finally reached Claude, she paused for a moment to catch her breath. “Everything alright?” he asked, peering down at her with concern.

“I’ll be fine,” she assured. “Steeper than expected.” The excuse sounded hollow even to herself.

Claude gazed at her for a long moment before he turned and pulled himself up to summit proper. “In that case,” he said, turning back to her and reaching out his hand. “Let me at least be a gentleman and help. To make up for my lack of consideration before.” It was said with an edge of sarcasm, but his smile was genuine.

“Oh my,” Byleth responded, faking shock. “Lorenz would be so proud.”

“Lorenz can only aspire to my level of gentlemanliness,” he scoffed as he grasped her now offered hand.

Byleth laughed, in spite of her difficulties breathing. “What is all this about, Claude?” she asked, pulling herself over the ridge.

“You’ll see,” he said, giving her a trademark wink before turning and walking away.

“That’s hardly reassuring,” she said, dusting off her cloak before moving to follow.

“C’mon Teach! It’ll be fun, trust me!” he called over his shoulder, still sauntering away. She had to give him credit for maintaining an air of ease, even while climbing a steep hill. There was no way she would be able to manage that… Sighing, she trudged behind him, careful not to trip over the rocks embedded into the dirt.

“Couldn’t we have just brought your Wyvern for this?” she asked, watching as he turn and entered into a cave. “Saved us the hike?”

“Sure, but walking here is half the fun,” he replied, turning to wink at her. “Besides, perhaps I just wanted to take advantage of the time away. You know, think of something else other than the war for a while.”

She could feel the humor slip from her face as she nodded solemnly. “Right,” she said, her words sounding hollow.

“Come on,” he said, again reaching out his hand. “It’s not much further.”

She still hadn’t gotten used to this new, more grown-up, Claude. Sure, he still had the same impish smile, the same easy swagger, and a million schemes rolling around in his mind at any point. But, he was also more outwardly serious than before. He had always had ambition and focus before, but he tried hard to mask those traits behind a mask of easy-going charm. Now he made no effort to hide either and it was a little disarming.

She nodded silently and placed her hand in his, think he was just going to pull her along in order to move faster. Instead, he fell into step beside her and squeezed her hand as they walked into the cave. “This way,” he motioned.

Byleth attempted to pay attention to where they were going, but she could only focus on the warmth of Claude’s hand in hers. It was… nice, especially considering her own felt so cold in comparison. She glanced up at him, noticing - really noticing - that he was taller than she remembered. But his eyes still shined, even in the gloom of the cave and she found herself taken in by them.

“Enjoying the view, Teach?”

She jumped at the sound of his voice and felt a warm heat spread over her face and up her ears. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Mhmm,” he said, clearly not believing her. “Well, we’re here.”

For the first time, she really looked at the cavern she had found herself in. “Where’s… here?” she asked, taking in the darkness of the cave, but not really seeing anything important otherwise. “It just looks like a cave.”

“Patience, dear professor,” he said, slipping his hand from hers. She felt a momentary pang of loss until his hands grasped her shoulder and turned her slowly to face… something. “Just wait a few more seconds…”

“Claude, what is -” she started asking but then a flicker of light caught her eye. She turned to focus on it better when several other pinpricks of light began to dot the cavern wall. After a moment, several of them floating into the air, fluttering between one rock and other. It was then she was able to see them for what they were: small butterflies.

She watched in silence as the butterflies flew around them, some pausing to land her clothes, her hair. She giggled a bit from their featherlight touches, but mainly just enjoyed the sight of them. After a while, she glanced her shoulder towards Claude. “How did you know about this?”

“Well, you see,” he said, voice soft in her ear. “I, may have, occasionally, left the monastery to do some exploring in my down time. You know, getting a lay of the land, looking for new ingredients for my experiments. That sort of thing.”

“And did you professor sanction these trips?” she asked, an eyebrow raised.

He seemed to think for a moment. “I just thought they were busy enough and what they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.” By this point he was smiling at her again and she felt her stomach flop.

“Well, they are beautiful,” she said, ignoring her feelings and instead concentrating on the butterflies. “So, I suppose I will keep your excursions to myself instead of reporting you.”

She felt herself gasp as he leaned down in order to whisper directly into her ear.  “I always knew I could count on you,” he replied. That warm feeling from before raced into face again and she resisted the urge to cover it. He just chuckled again before moving to stand next to her. Without thinking, she leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder.

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look, so much of this makes no sense, so just... enjoy it for what it is?? also, this is the fluffiest thing I’ve written in a while so any issues with just... blame my rustiness. 😅

I think next I want to try a vampire fic... hmmm.....