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would you please do headcanons for caspar x hilda? i just imagine one day casper wanted to spar with hilda but she doesnt want to and he just kept pestering her because he actually saw how powerful she is and the hilda has enough, shouts "im just a delicate flower!" while actually just carrying casper over her head and yeeting him away. and casper is just SO SMITTEN 🥰

I’m… so weak to those two… and now I just wanna see Caspar get yeeted, Anon what have you done to me 😩

Edit: for some reason... it cut in the wrong place. It’s right on my computer, but not on mobile. It was supposed to cut under the uh oh to show the difference between the scenario and my headcanons below it.

It’s clear from a glance that the two have almost nothing in common.

Where they hail, their personalities, who they spend time with, hobbies, nothing aligns at all.

Except for one thing.

“Hey Hilda! Wanna spar?”

Deny it as she might, the two have achingly similar fighting styles.

And Caspar loves a good fight! And he knows Hilda is strong, he’s seen it for himself.

So of course he’d challenge her to spar all the time. It was a daily occurrence, and she’d always respond the same.

“Don’t be silly Caspar~ I’m just a delicate flower, there’s no way I could beat you in a fight. Just go fight Raphael or something”

But asking someone the same question is bound to grate on their nerves eventually.

No matter how delicate.

“Hey Hilda! Do you- Wha- Hey!”

Before he’d even finished his question, Hilda hoisted him up over her head, groaning in irritation.

“I TOLD YOU ALREADY, I’M JUST! A DELICATE! FLOWER!”

By the time Caspar landed, he was absolutely winded.But the fall wasn’t nearly harsh enough for it to take his breath away, he was pretty sure she’d held back.

Gods, she held back? She picked him up effortlessly and literally threw him.

He could only imagine what she could do if she actually fought him.

I love a woman who can kick my ass

He thought she was so cool and powerful to boot, she was a skilled fighter, maybe not the best in class… or the best at working… but when she’s fighting it’s almost ethereal, she’s so strong and beautiful and, and-

… uh oh.

While Caspar tries to invite Hilda to fight, she’s having none of it.

She’ll make sure he spends his time on other things. She takes him out to tea (where he finds a group of thugs and proceeds to fight all of them), go shopping with him (he tries to carry all the bags by himself, nearly tripping over everything) and even once tried to take him to the opera (he couldn’t sit down for long enough, got too antsy, and got kicked out had to leave for becoming too rowdy)

She even once indulged him in a spar. She wasn’t really trying, which irritated Caspar to no end, but at least she was attempting do something he enjoyed.

Caspar is the first one to say he like liked her, though not really on purpose.

Caspar is horrible at keeping secrets, so it’s unsurprising he let it slip.

“You know, say you’re a “delicate flower” and all-“

“Which I am”

“Right. But you know, you can really tear it up on the battlefield! It’s amazing really! You look so cool while fighting, I wish you’d do it more, I really like that. Or- wait- I mean, all your normal stuff is fine too, you just look so pr- cool and I really like you- YOUR FIGHTING-”

It was, admittedly, a mess. But if you can pick it apart, it’s somewhere in there.

Hilda let him get away with it, just for a while. She wanted to get a proper confession before she admitted her own feelings.

She really underestimates just how few brain cells this boy has

She manipulates the situation a bit, to the point she even agreed to spar with him to get it done.

She tries to act cutesy during the fight, maybe to elicit some embarrassment from Caspar and confess how much he loves her but-!

“What are you doing? You’ll break your wrist if you swing your axe around like that.”

She has to remember it’s Caspar she’s talking about here.

She’s in the middle of thinking up another strategy when she is suddenly yanked back to reality.

Caspar had walked over to her to correct her stance and hold on her axe. The moment he took her hand to move it made her heart flutter and she felt her face heat from embarrassment at how close he was.

“There! That should- Hilda?! Are you okay? Your face is so red, you aren’t sick, are you? You looked fine a minute ago, but maybe you should go see Professor Manuela. Can you walk?”

Of course she had Caspar carry her. He was probably used to carrying Linhardt around all the time anyway.

When she rest her head against him, she can’t help but think this was probably okay too.

Confession or no, Caspar was still Caspar after all.

#have i always written Caspar so talkative???#he got PIPES #fire emblem three houses #hilda valentin goneril #caspar von bergliez #caspar x hilda #asks #requests

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