Aug 28, 2024
Hilda/Edelgard supports
I don't know why I spent so much time writing this. But since I did might as well post this.
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Hilda/Edelgard supports
I don't know why I spent so much time writing this. But since I did might as well post this.
C Support-Hilda is out at night because she got an emergency letter from home and finds Edelgard. The two snipe at each other until Edelgard leaves, and when alone Hilda notes Edelgard seems to have been crying.
B Support-Edelgard confronts Hilda, she'd been doing more in class and supporting Edelgard more then usual and she makes it clear she won't be bribed into Hilda's games. Hilda says that she's had a pretty easy life, and she avoids responsibility. But that makes her feel bad when she sees people like Edelgard or Marianne, struggling over something internal. Edelgard runs away.
A Support, post timeskip- Edelgard confesses she has nightmares, but that shouldn't be Hilda's problem. Especially not after Edelgard started a war. Hilda stops and says she wants to support Edelgard or Claude, because they try so hard. She ended up with Edelgard because of Byleth, and that's good enough, because it's something Hilda can do. Edelgard laughs and notes Hilda sounds like she has some work ethic finally. Hilda is horrified and runs away yelling for someone to cater to her, leaving Edelgard laughing and commenting that she's happier now.
Ending-Edelgard visited Holst after the war for an unknown reason, and took Hilda back to the Empire with her. It was said Hilda was always with Edelgard, and many rumors came from Hilda sneaking in and out of Edelgard's room at night. But only 13 years later, after Edelgard had picked a successor, were the pair engaged.
Vaike/Cynthia PC Support
One of my friends said Cynthia would be “goofy” with Vaike as her dad
She was right but the support is not nearly as goffy as the original draft :^P
Feat. lots of heroing!
Vaike/Cynthia PC Support
C Support
Villager: Thank the gods you two arrived just in time! Our village can never thank you enough.
Cynthia: You don’t have to thank us, civilian!
Vaike: My daughter’s right. It’s all in a day’s work!
Cynthia: And if you’re ever in trouble again, don’t be afraid to call after us again!
Villager: We’ll certainly keep that in mind.
(Villager leaves)
Cynthia: That was AMAZING, Papa!
Vaike: Well, shoot, squirt! You think so?
Cynthia: Yeah!! You’re, like, the coolest EVER!
Cynthia: And our entrances were uber-awesome! I told you that chrysanthemums were totally your color!
Vaike: We should do this again sometime, kiddo! Although I may need to work on my entrances...
Vaike: But I can’t stay and chat; I’ve gotta skedaddle.
Cynthia: Huh? Where?
Vaike: Oh, you’ll see! It’s where I first took the steps to becoming the great Teach!
Cynthia: Really?! I can’t wait to see it, then!
Vaike: You will soon, trust me! See you in a bit, Cynthia!
B Support
Vaike: Alright, just a little detour before we leave Ylisstol.
Vaike: Wonder how everyone’s been...
Cynthia: Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad! Where have you been?!
Vaike: Cynthia? What are you doing here?!
Cynthia: You weren’t in the barracks! I thought we were going to meet up to work on your heroic entrances!
Vaike: Oh, geez. I forgot…
Vaike: Uh, sorry, sweetheart, but I needed to come here before we left, or I wouldn’t have time.
Cynthia: Huh? Where are we?
Vaike: What? Don’t you know this place? This is the place I told you I was going after we saved that village!
Vaike: This is my home!
Cynthia: I-It is? It looks so…
Cynthia: ...Different.
Vaike: I’m surprised future me never took you here! C’mon, you’ve got to meet everyone!
Woman: Ah, Vaike! If it isn’t the neighborhood hero. What brings you here?
Vaike: Hey, Hilda! Just a routine visit before the Vaike has to march off.
Woman: And who’s this then? One of your Shepherd pals?
Vaike: This is my daughter! Say hi, Cynthia!
Cynthia: ...Hi.
Woman: Oh, she looks just like her mother! You’re a lucky fella.
Woman: Well, any child of Vaike’s is family to us. You’re always welcome here, sweetie!
Vaike: C’mon! I’ve got to introduce you to the rest of the family!
Vaike: ...Hm? Why the long face, hon?
Cynthia: E-Er, no reason!
Vaike: Hm. Well, okay! But we gotta hurry.
Vaike: Hey, there’s Cousin Lenny. Hey, Lenny! Teach’s back to see ya!!
(Vaike leaves)
Cynthia: This place… it’s just like he always said it was…
A Support
Girl: Oh, Cynthia, do it again!
Cynthia: Alright!
Cynthia: Look upon my might, ye wicked, and despair! HIYA!
Man: Now isn’t that just nifty! You’re a hoot, Cynthia!
Cynthia: I’d love to stay, but I’ve got to march out soon! A Shepherd’s work is never done!
Vaike: Cynthia? What are you doing here?
Cynthia: D-Dad! I didn’t know you were coming for a visit today.
Vaike: I wasn’t going to originally, but I thought I’d find you here.
Cynthia: What?! How’d you know I was here?
Vaike: I figured you’d come; you’d been asking about this place for days after I first showed you around.
Vaike: When I couldn’t find you or Belfire anywhere at camp for the fifth time, I put two and two together and figured you’d come here.
Vaike: I know it’s nice to visit home every once in a while, but we have a duty, Cynthia! This is an unauthorized absence!
Cynthia: I know! And I’m sorry! It’s just…
Cynthia: In the future, a lot of Ylisstol was destroyed. Some places were left mostly intact, but others were… worse off.
Cynthia: Places where there weren’t a lot of soldiers, full of poor, defenseless people that nobody higher up would miss…
Vaike: ...Places like this. The slums.
Cynthia: You never took me here because our enemies razed it. You never forgave yourself for not being able to save it.
Cynthia: I wasn’t deserting, I swear! I didn’t know if or when it’d happen, so I wanted to be here whenever I could to check on it, just in case.
Cynthia: But as I did my patrols, I got to know a lot of people here! They’re so friendly, but they’re also really sad.
Cynthia: They don’t deserve to be destroyed or forgotten… or to be sad.
Cynthia: So I’ve been helping out here or there, fixing stuff, strengthening defenses, doing perimeter checks on Belfire--
Cynthia: Even just to doing a cool routine or flower fortunes to cheer people up!
Cynthia: I know it’s been taking out of heroing it up with the Shepherds, but… I think it’s worth it.
Vaike: Cynthia…
Vaike: I think you’ve learned a lot, but you’ve forgotten one thing.
Cynthia: Huh?! What’s that?
Vaike: It’s just as important to be a hero OFF the battlefield as ON!
Vaike: You’re doing a lot for the people here when not many people are. Even something as little as cheering up people who are sad…
Vaike: If those people have next to nothing else, you can be just as much there hero to them as the guy whacking people with swords!
Cynthia: You really think so?!
Vaike: Of course! If I’d had someone like you here to help me out and cheer me up, it would’ve meant the world to me!
Vaike: I’m proud of you, kid.
Cynthia: R-Really?!
Vaike: Of course! I just hope you’ll let your old man join you!
Cynthia: Ah! Of course!
Cynthia: I think there are some kids around here who wanted to learn how to do flower fortunes!
Cynthia: C’mon, Dad! There’s heroing to do!
Inigo x Gerome S Support
For the gay awakening hack for Fire Emblem: Awakening :D
This one is a joint creation between me @vicious-hawk. They wrote the plot and all of that jazz, and I helped & edited it afterwards. They wanted me to be the submitter
Both of us have been shippers of this one for a while, so this was SUPER fun to write!!! Happy reading~
Inigo: Gods, I’m so stupid…
(Gerome enters)
Gerome: Inigo.
Inigo: AAAAAAHHH!!! Gerome! You scared me to near-death!
Gerome: Sorry.
Inigo: *Sigh* Well, w-whatever! Just...don't do that EVER again, y-you hear?!
Gerome: Hmph... You're acting...odd today. What are you still doing here? Wouldn’t you be flirting with girls at this time?
Inigo: Well...I don't feel like going today. Don’t worry, we’ll go next time we meet. Can’t have you stealing my thunder, now can we?
Gerome: There will not be a next time. I'm not helping you with your frivolous skirt-chases ever again.
Inigo: Aww, come on! Don’t act like hanging out with me is SO bad.
Gerome: It's not. But only when it's JUST you.
Inigo: Ha! See? I knew that you didn't--
(Gerome leaves)
Inigo: Erm— Gerome?!
(Gerome enters)
Gerome: What is it?
Inigo: That was abrupt. I was in the middle of talking to you, and you just got up and left! Wasn't there something that you wanted to say?
Gerome: No. Good day.
(Gerome leaves)
Inigo: Hey, you can’t keep disappearing on me like this!
(Gerome enters)
Gerome: ...Yes?
Inigo: Why did you approach me in the first place?
Gerome: I... Nevermind. There was no reason.
Inigo: No...reason?
Gerome: Well, that is to say, there IS a reason... but that's... *Sigh* I wanted to talk to you.
Inigo: To...me?
Gerome: Yes. We’re friends now, are we not?
Inigo: Hmmm...friends.
A-Actually, Gerome...I can't say that being friends feels right to me.
Gerome: ...Fine then. It was only an offer.
Inigo: Wait, don't take it like that! In fact...there's something I've been meaning to ask you.
(Here goes nothing…)
Hey, hottie, want to grab a cup of tea together?
Gerome: What?
Inigo: Ugh...that didn't work. Let's try another one...
Here, why don't you feel my shirt, Gerome? Can you guess what it's made-
Gerome: Cotton.
Inigo: NO! It's not COTTON! ...Well, technically it is, but you were supposed to wait until I finished the line! *Sigh* One more...
Baby, are you a wyvern? Because you're hot! G-Get it? Because wyverns can breathe fire...which is hot! And...that means that...you're h-hot?
Gerome: What horrid event is taking place before me?
Inigo: I-I guess that last one WAS a stretch...
You know what?! I am just going to be honest! And Gerome, damn the Gods you better listen!
......
(Deep breaths Inigo...)
I-I-I... I-I lo-love... y-y-y--
Gerome: Inigo...stop. ...I love you too.
Inigo: W-w-what?!
Gerome: Ugh, don't make me say it again.
Inigo: No, I REALLY don't think I heard that correctly.
Gerome: Fine. I said…I love you, Inigo.
I wanted to tell you. That's why I approached you today.
…
Inigo?
Inigo: You...you love me...
You love me.
You love me! Hah-hah!
Gerome: W-would you please be quiet?! Someone might hear you!
Inigo: You love someone like me? Why?
Gerome: Well, it is true that you are a male floozy, annoying, vain, and at times, irritating…
Inigo: Gee, thanks, Gerome. Aren't you a charmer?
Gerome: But you are also kind, selfless, handsome, and not to mention an excellent dancer…
How could I not fall in love with you?
Inigo: …I love you.
Gerome: You finally said it.
Inigo: I did. It seems like your mysterious and dark personality won me over at last.
Gerome: ...Am I really that dark?
Inigo: I only want to be manhandled by you.
Gerome: ...Don’t...phrase it that way, I beg of you.
Inigo: Ha! A jest, a jest!
But still...I really do want to be with you. I hope that's not too selfish of me?
Gerome: I'd be a hypocrite if I said that it was. I feel the same about you.
Inigo: ...So, how about we go grab a cup of tea together? It'll be just the two of us, I promise.
Gerome: In that case, let's do it.
Gaius/Lucina PC Support
Gaius would be such a good dad to Lucina. He’s such a... SWEET-heart
(Badum-tss)
Gaius/Lucina PC Support
C Support
Gaius: Lucina! I brought you some more cookies!
Lucina: Ah, thank you, Papa.
Gaius: Anything for my little girl. You were born with a sugar spoon in your mouth, and I’m here to see to it that it stays that way.
Lucina: You know, you always used to make these cookies for me when I was little.
Lucina: Anytime I was upset or sick, you’d make these for me to cheer me up.
Lucina: They did the trick every time.
Lucina: It’s embarrassing to admit, but I kind of have a soft spot for sweets…
Gaius: Aha, I see my daughter inherited my sweet tooth. Good to know it runs in the family!
Lucina: Hahaha, well, like you said— I was born with a sugar spoon in my mouth!
Gaius: Haha, well, just so you know, I don’t USUALLY share my candy… but if you ever need a sugar rush, just tell me, and I’ll sneak you some candy.
Lucina: Aww, really? Thank you so much, Papa!
Gaius: Anything for my little girl. Now hang tight— I think I’ve got some jelly candies around here somewhere.
Lucina: Ah, I’ll help you look!
B Support
Lucina: Hmmm…
Gaius: Thinking hard?
Lucina: Papa! I didn’t hear you approach.
Gaius: No one ever does.
Gaius: What’s bothering you, sweetheart? I saw you alone out here and figured something must be wrong.
Lucina: Oh, well. I was just… thinking.
Gaius: About?
Lucina: My life in the future.
Lucina: It was… a very bloody time and place. All I really knew was war.
Lucina: I know I shouldn’t dwell upon it, but sometimes… I can’t help it.
Lucina: I just think of the war, and all the things we’ve lost, and the thoughts flood into my mind.
Gaius: Lucina… is there anything I can do?
Lucina: No offense, Papa, but I don’t think this is something cookies can fix.
Gaius: That’s not what I meant!
Gaius: Lucina, if there’s anything I can do, anything at all, just tell me.
Gaius: Believe it or not, I know not everything’s sugar and rainbows.
Gaius: If you ever need a distraction— or just to talk— I’m always right here, alright?
Gaius: Even if all you need is cookies, I’m always here for you.
Lucina: Papa…
Gaius: Listen— I can tell you want your space right now, so I’ll leave you alone.
Gaius: BUT! Tomorrow, I’ve got something I know will cheer you up.
Lucina: You think so?
Gaius: I know so.
Gaius: Get some sleep, sugar. I’ll see you in the morning.
Lucina: Alright.
Lucina: …Thank you, Papa.
A Support
Lucina: Papa? Are you in here?
Gaius: Yep! Come right on in.
Lucina: Whoa! Papa, this is—
Gaius: Surprise!
Gaius: I know you said cookies can’t fix your problems, and I know that’s true.
Gaius: But I’ve always found that, even in the midst of war, baking can be quite the therapeutic distraction.
Lucina: This is a lot of ingredients. Did you buy an entire grocery store?!
Gaius: Hey, being prince-consort has some sweet perks.
Lucina: Papa, you didn’t have to do this.
Gaius: I know I didn’t HAVE to.
Gaius: But seeing my little girl so down in the dumps… I couldn’t just do nothing.
Gaius: You’ve been through so, so much, Lucina. If I can even offer the smallest amount of solace…
Gaius: Then I’ve done my job as your father.
Lucina: Papa…
Lucina: You know, I don’t think I’ve actually baked since before you died in the future.
Lucina: I might be a little rusty.
Gaius: Heh, no worries. I’m more than willing to help you relearn the world’s most sacred art.
Lucina: Thank you, Papa.
Lucina: You used to do crazy stuff like this all the time… I never got the chance to say it much before, but…
Lucina: I love you, Papa.
Gaius: I love you too, Lucina. And I’ll always be here for you.
Gaius: Now, do you want to learn how to make the sweetest pie known in the history of humankind?
Lucina: I thought you’d never ask.
Tharja/Inigo PC Support
Alright, so I figured that Inigo with the fact that things that happen to him tend to affect him deeply would not be very warm or forgiving towards Tharja as a parent. Tw for implied abuse
Tharja/Inigo PC Support
C Support
Inigo: Ow, ow, OW… gods, I should have been more careful in that last battle.
Inigo: I need to get to a clinic, stat…
Tharja: Oh? What have we here?
Inigo: Ah! M-Mother.
Tharja: Hm? What’s with that look? You seem frightened.
Inigo: Well, that’s uh…
Tharja: Ah, I see.
Inigo: Y-You do?
Tharja: You’re injured.
Inigo: Oh— right. That.
Tharja: Hmmm. I’m sure I might have a few vulneraries lying around, if you’d like.
Inigo: I-I’ll have to pass on that, I’m afraid. The medical tent isn’t that far away.
Tharja: But—
Inigo: I’m sorry, I’ll have to be going. Now. Immediately.
(Inigo leaves)
Tharja: …Hm. What a curious boy.
B Support
Inigo: Alright… I think I’ve lost her.
Tharja: Inigo.
Inigo: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!
Inigo: I mean, uh, “aaaaah!” Mother. I didn’t see you there.
Tharja: I know. I supposed that if you had, you’d have run off like a scared puppy.
Inigo: Uh, what do you mean?
Tharja: Don’t think I haven’t noticed what you’ve been doing.
Tharja: Sneaking around behind my back, hiding, avoiding me—
Tharja: You didn’t think that I would take notice?
Inigo: I—
Tharja: At first, I thought you might be conspiring against me, so I took some… extra measures to make sure that wasn’t the case.
Inigo: You did WHAT? Did you put a hex on me?! Curse me?! STALK me?!
Tharja: Calm yourself. I simply cast a spell that would allow me to peruse your thoughts and find your TRUE intentions.
Inigo: Y-You—
Tharja: I must say, I was surprised by what I found.
Tharja: You weren’t plotting against me… you FEAR me.
Inigo: …
Tharja: Normally, I’d be delighted.
Tharja: But I am curious. My own son, afraid of me.
Tharja: Why?
Inigo: …You want to know why?
Inigo: Mother, I’m surprised at you. I would have guess that with your magic, you would have figured it out.
Inigo: I don’t simply fear you. I DESPISE you.
Tharja: …
Inigo: What you did to my sister and I in the future… it’s unforgivable.
Inigo: I knew that coming back here, I’d inevitably find you again, but still I came.
Inigo: I thought I could forget everything you put us through, but… some things are unforgivable.
Inigo: I know full well that it is not within my power to stop you, but let me make myself clear:
Inigo: Stay away from me. I want nothing to do with you.
Tharja: …Very well. I’ll respect your wishes.
(Tharja leaves)
Inigo: Uh, wait, really?
Inigo: …No. That can’t be it. She has to be plotting something.
Inigo: Doesn’t she?
A Support
Inigo: Ugh… where am I?
Tharja: Oh, so you’re awake.
Inigo: AAAAIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!! G-Get away from me! Get—
Inigo: —Augh!
Tharja: Calm down, you’ll injure yourself again.
Inigo: What are you doing here? Better yet, what am I doing here?!
Tharja: You remember the injury you sustained in battle a mere few weeks ago, I presume?
Tharja: It reopened during today’s skirmish. I was the closest person to you, so I did my best to patch you up.
Inigo: What? You… healed me?
Tharja: Well, I did the best I could. I’m not exactly a healer.
Tharja: I used blood magic. It was easy; after all, you are of MY own blood.
Inigo: You… you used… of course you did.
Tharja: You look ill, my child. Does it really trouble you that much?
Inigo: Of course it does! You can’t just do that to people without their permission!
Inigo: Maybe you meant no harm, but I’m NOT okay with you doing… THINGS to me without my permission!
Tharja: Even if I was simply trying to save my son?
Inigo: I’d rather DIE than be at the mercy of your experiments again!
Inigo: The things you did to us, they… *sniff* oh, gods…
Tharja: …
Tharja: *sigh* Inigo, I can tell that whatever my future self did left some permanent scars… physical or not.
Tharja: While I do not believe that the two of us are the same person, and that perhaps things can change… I’m no fool.
Tharja: I know that you are never going to forgive me, and that even my presence triggers something within you that I cannot fix.
Tharja: So, I will stay away, for your own good.
Inigo: You… you will?
Tharja: Of course. I’m not a complete monster.
Tharja: And you are my son. Believe it or not, I do care for you in some capacity.
Tharja: And if caring for you means staying away, then so be it.
Tharja: Perhaps someday we can make amends, but I can tell that it is not today.
Inigo: Mother…
Inigo: Thank you.
Inigo: I still don’t trust you, or forgive you, but thank you.
Tharja: …You’re welcome, son.
Vaike/Sumia C-S Support
Honestly I loved writing this these two are so wholesome
Here’s to one of my favorite dynamic duos in Awakening who SHOULD have gotten supports!
Vaike/Sumia C-S Support
C Support
Sumia: Oh, no; the Captain’s going to KILL me…
Vaike: Hey, Sumes! What’s up?
Sumia: Oh, Vaike, thank goodness you’re here! Can you please help me?
Sumia: I was supposed to polish all of these blades, but I dropped them all in the mud on the way to the armory!
Sumia: Chrom’s going to be so disappointed. I was so sure I could do it without messing up this time…
Vaike: Don’t beat yourself up over it, Sumes! We all make mistakes sometimes.
Sumia: Or in my case, every five minutes.
Vaike: Now that’s no way to talk!
Vaike: Listen, I’ll help you clean all of these up, okay?
Vaike: If we both work at it, we’ll get it done lickety-split!
Sumia: Oh, thank you, Vaike! I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.
Vaike: No need for that! The Vaike ALWAYS helps his friends in times of need.
Vaike: Welp, let’s get these swords cleaned so we can get back to stabbing people!
B Support
Sumia: Oh, goodness, that book is so high up! I’m not sure I can reach it.
Sumia: Mayyybe if I climb on the shelves… if I can just…
Sumia: Wh-whoa!
(crash sfx)
Vaike: Hey! What was that?!
Sumia: Ugh.
Vaike: Sumia! Are you okay?
Sumia: I’m fine…
Vaike: Here, let me help you up.
Vaike: You really did a number on those bookshelves, huh?
Sumia: O-oh, I broke them. They’re completely ruined.
Sumia: I can’t believe I messed up again…
Vaike: Sumes? Are you sure you’re okay?
Sumia: Oh, Vaike, how am I supposed to be a member of this army if I keep destroying everything I touch?
Sumia: I’m the most useless Shepherd there is. I should just quit while I’m ahead…
Vaike: Sumia! That’s no way to talk.
Vaike: Listen, Sumes; this is just a bookshelf. They’re a dime a dozen! We could just BUILD a new one.
Vaike But there’s no other Sumia. If you leave, we can’t replace you.
Vaike: You’re not as useless as you think you are. But if that’s what you keep telling yourself, eventually that’s all you’ll believe!
Vaike: You just gotta remember that you have friends here who believe in you! Including yours truly.
Sumia: Vaike, do you really mean that?
Vaike: ‘Course I do! You’re my friend, Sumia.
Vaike: And the Vaike cares for all of his friends!
Vaike: Even if they can’t see how awesome they really are.
Sumia: Aw, Vaike, that means so much to me.
Vaike: Here— let’s get all of this put back before Avatar finds out.
Sumia: You don’t have to do that! You’ve already helped me so much.
Vaike: Hey, don’t sweat it! What’re friends for?
A Support
Vaike: Oh geez, you’ve really done it now, Teach.
Sumia: Vaike? What are you doing out here so late?
Vaike: Sumia! When did you get here?!
Sumia: These are the stables, Vaike. I’m a pegasus knight.
Vaike: Er, right.
Sumia: What’s wrong, Vaike? You seem on edge.
Vaike: Y-You can tell?
Sumia: Of course I can.
Sumia: Don’t worry, Vaike, you can tell me anything. We’re friends, remember?
Vaike: Well… okay.
Vaike: Earlier, Chrom asked me to do something important—
Vaike: I was supposed to take a package to Avatar, but I kinda, sorta…
Sumia: You lost it?
Vaike: No! Well, yes.
Sumia: Oh, Vaike, you were embarrassed to tell me that?
Sumia: I of all people would understand.
Vaike: Yeah, but as much as I hate to admit it, I mess up all the time.
Vaike: I may act confident, but I’m well aware that I’m not the sharpest sword in the Risen.
Vaike: If I can’t even remember where I put a package, or, hell, to bring my AXE to battle, what good am I?
Sumia: Hm. You know, this sounds really familiar.
Sumia: But you know what? A good friend of mine gave me some good advice once:
Sumia: If you keep telling yourself you’re useless, that’s all you’ll be.
Sumia: But if you remember you have friends who believe in you— including me!
Vaike: Sumes…
Sumia: Vaike, you’ve helped me SO much. You always help me build up my confidence when I’m down.
Sumia: It’s the least I can do to return the favor!
Sumia: You taught me a valuable lesson— and now, I’m teaching you the same!
Vaike: Huh! Who would’ve thunk that one day TEACH would be the TEACHEE?
Sumia: You mean ‘student’?
Vaike: Yeah, sure, whatever floats your warship.
Sumia: And hey, you know what? I think I saw a package in the barracks a while ago! Maybe that’s the one you lost!
Vaike: Yeah! I must have left it in there when I was looking for my axe again!
Vaike: Er, you didn’t hear that.
Sumia: Come on— let’s go look for it together!
Vaike: Okay! Thanks a million, Sumes!
Sumia: Don’t mention it!
Sumia: Oh, and Vaike? Thanks for always being such a good friend.
Vaike: Har har! Right back at ya, Sumia.
S Support
Sumia: Hey, Vaike, can I talk to you for a minute?
Vaike: Sure thing! The Vaike always has time for you.
Sumia: That’s such a relief to hear.
Vaike: Huh? Is something wrong?
Sumia: Oh— No! Nothing like that.
Sumia: I just wanted to thank you. For always being such a good friend to me.
Sumia: You’re always so nice to me… and you listen to me and understand how I feel.
Sumia: You always lift me up when I feel down, lend me an ear when I need it, and sympathize with me…
Sumia: I don’t know what I could have done to deserve a friend like you.
Vaike: Aw, Sumia! You’ve always done the same for me.
Vaike: Even if you don’t believe me, just know that the Vaike believes in you.
Vaike: Heh, I never thought I’d say this, but I think I’ve found someone more number one than ME!
Vaike: You’re, like, my favorite person ever, and that’s even including myself!
Sumia: Do you really feel that way, Vaike?
Vaike: Of course!
Vaike: You’re the nicest, most wonderful person I’ve ever met.
Vaike: Maybe that’s why I love you so much!
Sumia: L-Love me?! Vaike, what are you saying?
Vaike: Sumia, I want to spend the rest of my life with you!
Vaike: Will make me the happiest man in the world and become Mrs. Teach?
Sumia: Vaike, I don’t know what to say…
Sumia: Just knowing that someone as amazing as you loves me makes me happier than you could ever know!
Vaike: Um… so, is that a yes, or—?
Sumia: The answer is yes, Vaike; a million times yes!
Sumia: Oh, gods, I never dreamed that this day would come!
Vaike: Alright! Teach is tyin’ the knot!
Vaike: Baby, I’m gonna spend the rest of our lives making sure you’re as loved and appreciated as you deserve to be!
Sumia: Oh, Vaike; you already have!
Laslow/Percy PC Support
I like to imagine that Percy being an impressionable young child would look up to his father a bit too much
This is why Laslow has grey hair
Laslow/Percy PC Support
C Support
Percy: Oh no… I think I’m lost.
Percy: How do I find my way back home now?
Woman: Oh, hello there, little boy! Are you lost?
Percy: Uh-huh. I can’t find my Papa.
Woman: Oh, you poor dear! Do you want me to help you find him?
Percy: Wow, you’d do that, miss?
Woman: Of course!
Percy: Well, I’d never say no to help from a pretty lady like you!
Woman: Aw, aren’t you just a little charmer!
Laslow: Percy! Oh, thank gods I found you!
Percy: Papa! There you are!
Percy: This nice lady was going to help me find you.
Laslow: Thank you so much, ma’am. I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.
Percy: Maybe we can take her out for tea sometime, Papa.
Percy: Ooh, or I could let her take a ride on Ace!
Percy: Hey, miss, have you ever ridden a wyvern before?
Laslow: Percy!!
Woman: Heehee! He’s so cute. But you don’t have to repay me.
Woman: Good bye, little boy. Remember to stay with your Papa next time, okay?
(Woman leaves)
Percy: Okay! Thank you, ma’am!
Laslow: Percy, what was that?
Percy: That was a lady, Papa.
Laslow: I know that! That’s not what I meant!
Laslow: Were you… flirting with her?
Percy: Huh? No!
Percy: I was just being nice!
Percy: But I’m so glad I found you, Papa! I was really scared. But now we can go home!
Laslow: Er… right. Let’s do that.
Laslow: Hm. Maybe he was ust being nice. After all, what kind of pick-up line is “have you ever ridden a wyvern before”?
Laslow: ...Wait.
B Support
Laslow: Percy, we need to talk.
Percy: Huh? Is something wrong, Papa?
Laslow: Listen, Percy. Lately some people in the army have been concerned.
Laslow: Today, Lord Xander told me that you kept complimenting him profusely when you were trying to help him.
Laslow: Now, why were you doing that?
Percy: ...Because compliments are nice, and people like them?
Laslow: Maybe, but you also kept inviting him to tea!
Percy: Well, it seemed like he could use a break! He’s always so busy.
Percy: Isn’t that why you invite people to tea all the time? To be nice?
Laslow: ……
Laslow: Are you saying that you’re trying to be like me?
Percy: Well, yeah! You’re one of the nicest people I know!
Percy: If I’m nice like you, then everyone in the army will like me as much as they like you!
Laslow: ……
Laslow: Oh, gods.
Percy: Papa? Is something wrong?
Laslow: Alright, Percy. I think I see what the problem is.
Laslow: You’re a very nice boy, Percy, and that’s a good thing. But there’s a such thing as being TOO nice.
Percy: Really?
Laslow: Yes. When I was younger, I was far too “nice”, and it made a lot of the people around me very uncomfortable.
Percy: Oh! Was I making people uncomfortable?!
Percy: Gods, I didn’t know! I’m so sorry…
Laslow: It’s okay, Percy. You didn’t know.
Laslow: You don’t need to be like me to get people to like you. Just be yourself!
Percy: You really think they’ll like me?
Laslow: I know so.
Laslow: And I’ll try to tone it down with being too “nice” too, okay? I want to set a good example for my little boy.
Percy: Alright! I promise to just be myself from now on.
Laslow: Atta boy, Percy.
A Support
Percy: Papa, you’re a dirty liar! A dirty, dirty liar!
Laslow: Huh?! Percy, what’s wrong?
Percy: You said you were going to stop being too nice!
Percy: But I hear that you always compliment Dad and take him out to tea! What’s the big idea?!
Percy: Are you some sort of hypocrite?
Laslow: I...
Laslow: *sigh* Percy. Come here.
Laslow: You know that I love your father very, very much, right?
Percy: Uh-huh.
Laslow: But all those people that you kept complimenting and inviting to tea-- you didn’t love any of them, did you?
Percy: Well, no.
Laslow: That’s the difference between “nice” and “too nice”.
Laslow: I’ll admit, I didn’t always know the difference.
Laslow: You should be nice to everyone-- but you should save being “too nice” for someone special that you really love.
Percy: Huh. I think I understand.
Percy: I guess I see why that makes people uncomfortable.
Percy: I’m really, really sorry, Papa.
Laslow: It’s okay, Percy.
Laslow: I’m just worried about you, you know? I
Laslow: I’ll admit that I was a wild one in my younger days, but you’re a sweet, sensitive boy.
Laslow: You can make friends in no time in this army f you just be yourself! You’re plenty nice enough.
Laslow: But maybe save the finding someone special for when you’re a bit older.
Percy: Alright. Thank you for explaining it to me, Papa.
Laslow: Anytime, son.
Percy: Um… do you think you could take me to apologize to those people, though?
Laslow: Of course. I’m sure they’ll appreciate that.
Laslow: Besides, I kind of have to take some responsibility.
Percy: Thanks! Let’s go, Papa.
Laslow: Heheheh. Alright, son.
Stahl/Cynthia PC Support
Okay listen, LISTEN, don’t hate me, but
It’s about pie
Stahl/Cynthia PC Support
C Support
Cynthia: Hm… I wonder what I should do for her…?
Stahl: Hey, sweetheart! Lost in thought, are we?
Cynthia: *gasp* DADDY! You’re EXACTLY the kind of person who can help me with this!
Stahl: Er… help you with what?
Cynthia: Well, Mom seemed kinda stressed lately, dontcha think?
Stahl: Well, now that you mention it, she did seem pretty exhausted after each battle for the past week. More so than usual.
Cynthia: Yeah. So I wanted to do something nice for her!
Stahl: Oh, really? That’s sweet of you.
Stahl: So what are you going to do?
Cynthia: Well, um… that’s just the thing.
Cynthia: I haven’t thought of anything yet.
Stahl: Oh.
Stahl: Well, you two are so similar, I’m sure you could think of something. What’s something that you like?
Cynthia: Well, I like flower fortunes! But any ol’ schmuck can buy a girl flowers.
Stahl: Hm. Noted as something not to get for our next anniversary.
Cynthia: And books, but where are we going to find a bookstore on the march?
Cynthia: I like things like pegasi, and when mom bakes her world-famous pie…
Cynthia: Ooh! OOH! I know! We’ll bake her a yummy pie! Food is the ULTIMATE destresser, right?!
Stahl: Now you’re speaking my language!
Cynthia: Heehee! C’mon, Dad! Let’s go bake mom the most delicious pie the world has ever seen!
B Support
Cynthia: Ugh… baking is sooooooooo much harder than it looks! How does Mom make it look so easy?
Stahl: Don’t fret too much, sugar. I’m sure it’s not that bad!
Cynthia: Well, the first pie must be done cooling now! We should try it to see if it’s good enough to give to Mom.
Cynthia: Hey, Dad, do you want to try the first bite?
Stahl: Boy, do I!
Cynthia: Ha! I knew you couldn’t say no to free food. Well, c’mon, Dad! Down the hatch.
Stahl: Alright, pie, prepare to meet your maker… *nom*
Cynthia: ...Well? Is it good?
Stahl: …
Cynthia: Well, come on! Is it bad? You can tell me if it stinks.
Stahl: Cynthia… this pie…
Stahl: Is AMAZING!
Cynthia: R-Really?! You think so?
Stahl: I know so! It tastes just like the pies your mother makes.
Stahl: Even better, even!
Stahl: Don’t tell her I said that.
Cynthia: Oh, this is amazing! We’ve got to take this to her right away! Oh, thank you, thank you, THANK YOU Daddy!
Stahl: Anytime, sweetpea. After all, I’ve always gotta have time for my little girl!
Cynthia: You do always make time for me, huh. And you’re always so helpful. You’re so awesome Dad!
Stahl: Aw, thank you, Cynth!
Cynthia: (Hmmmm… maybe Mom’s not the only one in need of something special.)
A Support
Cynthia: Wow! Did you see how happy Mom was?
Stahl: Yep. I don’t think I’ve seen her with a smile that big in weeks!
Cynthia: I think she even started tearing up. Mission: Make Mom Happy, accomplished!
Cynthia: Now, onto Phase Two!
Stahl: Hm? “Phase Two”? Is there a second phase I missed? Figures.
Cynthia: No, Dad, don’t worry. I didn’t WANT you to know about it!
Stahl: Uh…
Cynthia: Wait, that sounds like an insult. But it isn’t!
Cynthia: Look what I made for you!
Stahl: *gasp* Cynthia… you baked me pies?!
Cynthia: Yep! I was so caught up trying to make Mom happy…
Cynthia: I forgot I had another, equally-amazing parent!
Cynthia: So I decided that I needed to make something for you, too.
Stahl: Aw, pumpkin… this is perfect!
Stahl: But you didn’t have to do this.
Cynthia: Of course I did! How else are you gonna know how super-duper amazing of a dad you are?
Stahl: I don’t need some old pie to tell me that.
Stahl: Just by looking at you- my wonderful, beautiful, thoughtful daughter- I know that I must be doing something right.
Cynthia: Daaaaaaaad! Don’t be embarrassing!
Stahl: What? It’s true! You’re the most precious thing in the world to me.
Stahl: Just knowing you think so highly of me is enough.
Cynthia: In that case, do you want me to take your pie back?
Stahl: Heck no! This thing’s rightfully mine. You’ll pry it from my cold. Dead. Hands.
Cynthia: Heheh. I love you, Dad.