Random headcanon: Hilda faked her death by the Empire's hands at the Battle of Deidru to run away with Claude back to Almyra. She and Claude actually had a secret relationship going on during the war, and swore to leave with him if they survived.
Hilda had also fallen pregnant by him after fooling around, which also helped, lol.
So anyway, years down the line, Edelgard visits him with Byleth in Almyra, and they recognise his queen by his side, and their daughter; only to find it's Hilda, alive and well, and now queen consort of Almyra. They urge her to reconnect with Holst now relations between them are normalised.
Holst is overjoyed to find his sister alive after all these years; and to have a little niece.
I don't know these have already been asked, but how about Claude/Hilda, Claude/Lorenz, and Dimitri/Marianne?
Claude/Hilda: Another instance of "I see the appeal, it's just not for me". I have a few issues with how Hilda (and House Goneril in general) are written, and the C-Support in Houses brings back those feelings especially. I do love how they call each other out on their masks though. I kind of wish we saw more of their bond outside their supports. Something that really emphasizes why she'd choose to follow Claude. They're so close to being great, but it's just missing a lot of extra flavor.
Claude/Lorenz: Okay, so I know there's a bit of a meme regarding shipping Ferdibert being like "you are a firm believer in the romantic courtship rituals of Pride and Predjudice", but I feel like we often sleep on how much that sentence can apply to these two as well. I love the way they banter, how Claude actually gets caught off guard by Lorenz once in a while, and how eventually they come to respect each other as leaders of their respective nations. Kinda sad we didn't get an option to have these two enter a political marriage. The shenanigans would be insane.
Marianne/Dimitri:
They remind me of sad routes in an otome game where the heroine and the tragic love interest manage to overcome everything to be together. I can't stop crying.
I'm SUCH a claurenz this one took me a while to savor, but all the lovely fics and arts did bring me round. My personal headcanon for Claude is also bi with a very strong masc lean, which made it take even longer 😂 At ALL times I've been completely sold on their platonic bond; I think Hilda is always really important to Claude, in any world.
Bonus: my mob AU has established marihilda who absolutely love to play with Claude, and they're some of the few people who can truly fluster him.
Thank you so much for asking! Original post and blank bingo are here.
Hi! I think Hilda x Claude still classifies as a rarepair? if not, please feel free to ignore. But if you could do Hilda x Claude Kiss prompt 75 - Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing. Thanks!!!!
Maybe they do, maybe they don't. Whatever the case I haven't written them in a long time and don't have many fics for them! Let's go!
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Claude leaned against the frame of Hilda's dorm door, arms crossed and patience waning. Sitting at her vanity, Hilda brushed her hair and pretended not to notice. This stalemate had been going on for nearly half and hour.
"It's just dinner in town," Claude said at last.
"Wrong." Hilda put down the brush and began gathering her hair for another try at styling. "It's a date. We haven't had one since we got back to Garreg Mach. I want to go all out-- who knows when we'll have free time like this again?"
Claude rolled his eyes and crossed the room to stand behind her. "That free time isn't unlimited, you know. I want to get out of here before the next catastrophe strikes."
"I'm almost done. Just gotta finish my hair and do a little make up."
"You look fine as is!"
"I didn't bring my makeup halfway across Fódlan just to not use it!" Pink hair now gathered in one hand, Hilda turned to Claude. "High or low tail?" She asked, demonstrating both.
"High," he said. It shows off your neck more, he didn't say. Hilda secured the tail and clicked open her makeup case. If it had taken that long to decide a hairstyle, Claude couldn't imagine the makeup selection process going much faster.
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder. "Did you bring that lip tint I like?" Claude asked, kissing her neck.
"Yeah?" Hilda giggled as he kissed her pulsepoint.
"Wear that. And maybe a light colored eyeshadow."
She hummed and picked up the lip tint, tapping it to her chin as if thinking deeply about this combination. "Are you a fashion expert now?"
Claude moved to kiss the other side of her neck. "I'm just a man who wants to eat dinner with his girlfriend."
"And you think distracting me like this will make me go faster?"
"I was hoping it would be more motivating than distracting."
Hilda turned and took his next kiss on the lips. Then she pushed him away gently. "Lips and eyes. Two minutes," she promised.
Smirking, Claude stepped away and resumed his post in the doorway. It was another three minutes before Hilda was ready but Claude didn't point that out. He simply took her hand, kissed the exposed back of her neck to make her laugh, and led them from the dormitory.
Part three of mistletoe headcanons from IG. If you want the Awakening or Fates requests… you know where to click! To all of you who aren’t into these… thanks so much for your patience with my blabbering. To all of you who are loving these… please enjoy!
As much as she tries to play it cool, the mistletoe is Edelgard’s idea. She and Hubert spend one night running around hanging mistletoe in every possible place that she and Byleth might visit together. She is determined to get that kiss.
Byleth can tell something’s up, so she tries to be cheeky about it, coming up with convenient excuses as to why she can’t make it to some locations. She knows it’s a little unfair to taunt Edie, but her pouty face is so charming. Eventually, Edelgard is able to essentially “corner” her ex-professor, and is finally rewarded with a long, affectionate kiss on the lips. As they break apart, Byleth plants another soft kiss on the empress’s head, commending her for her efforts.
“You knew?” Edelgard asks.
“Of course I knew.” Byleth replies, causing Edelgard to sigh. Her lover is impossible sometimes.
Dedue/M Byleth:
Their kiss was probably one of those super fluffy-sweet completely unplanned ones. Like they were just caught off-guard by the mistletoe. Dedue is actually the first one to notice it, and gets a bit flustered, quietly assuring Byleth that he hadn’t noticed and that they don’t have to kiss if he doesn’t want to.
Byleth definitely wants to. On account of Dedue’s height, Byleth has to stand on the tips of his toes, but he doesn’t mind. Dedue’s kisses are incredibly soft and gentle, and in their own way, kind of comforting. Byleth misses the feeling of his lips when they part. They may “accidentally” end up under a few more mistletoes later.
Hilda/Claude:
These two are probably so direct about wanting to kiss each other that there’s none of this spontaneous or strategic thinking. It’s just straight up, pure affection. They probably have a mistletoe fight, to be honest. They both just start carrying it around, and then, out of nowhere — bam! Mistletoe! Kisses, now!
Still, consent is sexy, so they do let the other pass if they’re not feeling up to it. It’s usually not a problem though, as most of the time they are. These kinds of kisses are all probably enthusiastic pecks that make Flayn go “aww”.
Still, I like to think that there is one time that they end up under the mistletoe together not by their own attempts. And that kiss is very sweet, and lasts a bit longer than the others. When they finally break apart, Claude presses his forehead to hers, and thanks her for helping to renew his faith in others. She, in turn, thanks him for believing in her.
Sylvain/Felix:
Sylvain’s first attempts end in failure, mostly because he’s doing his usual flirty thing and trying to get Felix under the mistletoe. Because Felix is Felix, he’s adamant that that’s not happening. He scolds Sylvain for messing around. So he switches to a different tactic: he’s going to fight Felix, but he’s going to lure him slowly towards the mistletoe while they fight.
Ingrid thinks it won’t work. Somehow, it does. She finds them one day, kissing in the doorway of their former classroom, with weapons in hand. Sylvain looks impossibly triumphant, but Felix breaks away when he notices that she’s there. He demands to know what she’s looking at, and tries to insist that he only did it because there was mistletoe. The passion, and the hand on Sylvain’s cheek, suggested otherwise to her.
Manuela/Hanneman:
Theirs is impromptu. Because, as always, they’re arguing about something. What exactly that is, I couldn’t tell you, but if you really need to know… maybe Manuela dropped a sandwich on the ground again and tried to eat it after.
They’re moving about the Monastery, yelling loudly and walking fast enough that it certainly seems like they want to get away from each other… but they just keep going together wherever they go. The rest of the faculty is rolling their eyes at them. They’re walking and arguing, walking and arguing, until Hanneman takes hold of Manuela’s wrist just ahead of the doorway. Their eyes meet for a moment before glancing up to the offending plant. Then, they look back at each other wordlessly.
Anger fading away, the two of them sigh, smile, and pull each other close. They laugh softly, declaring themselves quite a pair, before Manuela leans forward and plants a kiss on his lips. They don’t stay for very long, afraid the students will see, but when they finish, Manuela wraps her arms around Hanneman. “What are we going to do with ourselves?” She asks, her voice tinged with laughter.
Leonie/Lorenz:
Leonie has never been about that whole mistletoe business. She doesn’t have time for all of that romantic stuff, she’s got to work so her village’s efforts are worth it. Lorenz, on the other hand, is a little more interested… although more in hopes of a future wife thing.
Their kiss comes to be whilst other students are running around with some mistletoe of their own, dangling it over the heads of different students sitting next to each other. They barge into class one day while Lorenz and Leonie are working on a partner project, dangling the mistletoe over their heads insistently.
They do NOT bite, much to the disappointment of the other students. The others clamber for them to kiss, calling them party poopers and no fun, until Leonie finally groans and leaves a nice smooch on Lorenz’s cheek. That shuts everyone up, and makes the nobleman’s face turn bright pink. He lays awake in bed the next night, wondering how it might have felt if she had kissed him on the lips instead.
He finds out a few years later.
Jeralt/Sitri:
Sitri… may have conspired a bit. Rhea helped. Getting mistletoe to the Greenhouse wasn’t hard, the only issue was hanging it — which Rhea had some of the other knights take care of.
Jeralt knew exactly where to find his love after he returned from his latest mission with the other knights. She was waiting for him there when he entered, prepared for him to start fussing about her health in the cold weather. And he does just as she predicted, while she assures him that he worries too much. She lets him play concerned boyfriend, let’s him try to convince her that she really should be inside. Eventually, she pretends to concede, until she stops Jeralt by the door, pointing up to the mistletoe.
One of his brows quirks, but a smile sneaks across his face. “Did you plan this, Sitri?”
His lover shrugs, a cheeky grin of her own on her face. Letting out a pleased sigh, Jeralt leans down and kisses her. Gently at first, until Sitri pushes to deepen it, her fingers tangling his hair a bit.
Dorothea/Petra:
Neither of them plans on mistletoe. It’s late one night, and Petra is doing a survey of the Monastery when she returns into Dorothea, who’s been enjoying the cool winter’s night. Petra is quite happy to see her, and the two chat as Petra continues her duty. Dorothea asks Petra about Brigid and its climate, and how she’s adjusting to the cold. She confesses to being a bit cold, so Dorothea presses her shoulder to Petra’s and insists she stay close to stay warm.
The two of them walk together for awhile until they come to the Entrance Hall, where Dorothea points out that someone has hung mistletoe above the entrance. She asks if Petra knows what it means when two people are standing under mistletoe. She doesn’t, so Dorothea explains. Petra likes the tradition very much, thinking it interesting. Enthusiastically, she asks Dorothea to try it with her. Dorothea is a bit embarrassed initially, but Petra’s delight is too cute to pass up. They share a sweet kiss under the mistletoe, with Dorothea’s arms wrapped around Petra’s neck and Petra’s around her waist. They both think about it for hours after.
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(Claude/ Hilda; Camping)
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Hilda broke into laughter, leaning heavily against Claude as she choked out, "Y-You can't end every campfire story with 'man door hand hook carriage door'!"
"Says who?" Claude challenged even as he too began laughing, wrapping an arm around Hilda to keep them both from tumbling into the fire. The bandits they were chasing could be surrounding them just outside the glow of their camp-- but with Hilda looking this happy, Claude couldn't find it in him to worry.
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