#spring!chrom

[femuirdris]

watched a movie with friends and by watched i mean i started drawing bunny/wolf chrobin while snickering at some of the jokes

[arod7293]

Because I forgot I had Spring!Chrom & Spring!Lucina, I’m posting one more Happy Easter pic, this time with the Chrobin family as a whole!

Happy Easter & Passover!

[hexwake]

He came homeee ahhh I’m so happy! Even got an extra regular chrom merge~

[fire-emblem-heroes-supports]

Spring!Chrom/Summer!Frederick C-S Support

Written by  drizzled-wind

C SUPPORT

Frederick: Milord, I’ve finally found you! I was worried that you wouldn’t be in this world when I arrived.

Chrom: Frederick?! Er, how…nice to see you here. What exactly are you wearing? It’s uncommon to see you without your armour.

Frederick: It is merely the outfit I was ordered to wear while on an excursion to the beach Outrealms with the Shepherds.

Chrom: Ordered? Or advised?

Frederick: If Milord Chrom asks anything of me, including what to wear, I will always comply.

Chrom: …Right.

Frederick: If I may, Milord, I would like to say that your costume for the Spring Festival suits you perfectly.

Chrom: Ack… I was hoping you wouldn’t comment on it. I look ridiculous. Especially since the Spring Festival is probably long over back home.

Frederick: If Milord would rather I did not talk about it, I will stop. I merely wanted to compliment you on the rabbit ears on your head.

Chrom: Lissa’s going to pay for this… Look, Frederick, I was forced to wear this. It was against my will.

Frederick: Should I prepare the new recruitment posters for this foreign realm?

Chrom: The what?

Frederick: Posters bearing Milord’s image; but as I recall that you were displeased with the last ones, these would depict you with this spring outfit instead. If we could attract potential Shepherds here, that would be most wonderful.

Chrom: What?! Frederick, we’ve talked about this countless times. I don’t want myself on posters, no matter what I’m wearing. Good gods…

Frederick: Milord, my deepest apologies for displeasing you. I merely wished to show off your extravagance to all the worlds.

Chrom: That’s very kind of you, but I’m getting tired of it. In Askr, I’m not your lord and you’re not my knight. We are simply friends who were both stuffed into ridiculous costumes that we’re unable to get out of!

Frederick: I must refuse. You are my lord, sire. Nothing can change that.

Chrom: I didn’t want to have to do this, but Frederick, I order you to treat me as a friend and not your ruler while I’m in this bunny getup.

Frederick: I-if Milord commands it… Then I will listen. We shall be…friends!

Chrom: Excellent. (Gods, please be merciful…)

[Chrom and Frederick have reached support rank C.]

B SUPPORT

Frederick: Milord! I mean, my friend! How does the day find you?

Chrom: Ah, Frederick. Somehow I knew you’d show up sooner or later. I’m perfectly fine, except for the snickering that follows in my wake whenever I venture out of my room.

Frederick: Who dares laugh at you? I will take care of them at once.

Chrom: I daresay you’ll earn yourself just as much laughter. Do you realise you’re carrying a bag of shellfish around, partially shirtless?

Frederick: I was summoned while I was clearing the beach so that no one might trod on a sharp shell. I have discovered that they make excellent weapons, my friend.

Chrom: Okay… I noticed some of those shells are rather pretty, at any rate.

Frederick: Which one would you like?! I’ll fish out the most radiant to gift to you, one friend to another.

Chrom: Fine, that one. And Frederick, you don’t have to keep calling me your friend. It’s getting kind of unsettling.

Frederick: My sincere apologies. What would you suggest I call you instead?

Chrom: How about my name, like a normal person?

Frederick: It would be an honour…Chrom. Ah, can you not feel us getting closer? Today is truly a joyous day. Here is your shell, Chrom. May its beauty reflect our friendship.

Chrom: Thanks, I think. Since you gave me something, I might as well hand something over in return. Here, have one of these eggs from the festival.

Frederick: An egg adorned with the symbol of the royal family? This is too much… I shall cherish it for the rest of my life.

Chrom: Glad to hear it.

Frederick: Wait a moment…Chrom, have you ripped your beautiful costume? An entire sleeve is missing.

Chrom: Oh, er… I did that a while ago. I’ve grown accustomed to leaving that arm free to display my brand.

Frederick: A wise choice. This way, the whole outfit boldly displays your best attributes.

Chrom: Frederick, I think we’re crossing into uncomfortable territory again. Let’s stop talking about the bunny outfit.

Frederick: Then what do you suggest the topic be switched to?

Chrom: Er… How was the beach Outrealm back home?

Frederick: Most magnificent. The skies were clear, the beach was bright, and we were given an excellent swimsuit to give to you upon your return. It featured the Brand across the back.

Chrom: Gods, no… I’m not sure I want to return now. Is there any news that’s not about me?

Frederick: No. My reports will only ever have to do with you.

Chrom: Wow, is that (y/n) calling me? Sorry, Frederick, I’m going to have to cut this short, haha…ha. Perhaps we’ll speak later.

Frederick: I await our next meeting with baited breath, my friend.

[Chrom and Frederick have reached support rank B.]

A SUPPORT

Chrom: I can’t see Frederick anywhere. If I can just get to the weapon storage room without him popping up behind me, then I may be able to get Falchion back.

Frederick: Chrom, how pleasing to see you out and about. I’m glad you’ve grown used to your handsome costume.

Chrom: Gah! Frederick?! Are you following me?

Frederick: I would not call it “following”, but merely keeping an eye out. It would not do to allow others to take advantage of your festive outfit to mock you. I am here to prevent that.

Chrom: Frederick… We’ve been over this time and time again. Instead of watching over me, go put on some armour to avoid mocking yourself. I’m trying to find my normal clothes, anyway.

Frederick: I’m afraid we cannot, Chrom. (y/n) has decreed that we stay in these costumes to fight, as that is how we were summoned.

Chrom: You’ve got to be kidding me. We have to stay in them until we go home?

Frederick: That was the report, yes.

Chrom: Falchion is my rightful blade. Surely I can at least switch out this ridiculous carrot axe for it?

Frederick: Apologies, but no.

Chrom: I don’t think (y/n) realises how horribly degrading this is. Don’t you feel the same? Parading around the battlefield in your smallclothes?

Frederick: As long as milord is satisfied, I do not mind what I am wearing. But if I may be so bold, I think you look quite dashing in that suit. There is nothing to be ashamed of in wearing it. Even the axe.

Chrom: You’re only saying this because I’m upset right now, but thank you anyway. I suppose we can suffer awhile longer, since we can’t exactly go against our Summoner’s wishes.

Frederick: …

Chrom: Frederick? What’s wrong? You’ve gone uncharacteristically silent.

Frederick: Apologies again, Chrom. I was simply thinking that being partners in festive costumes brings us even closer than before. Perhaps even closer than tossing a coin in a fountain would have been.

Chrom: Not this again…

Frederick: It is my honour to suffer through wearing this in battle with you.

Chrom: Frederick, let go of my hand! Look, I know you want to be extraordinarily close as knight and lord, but I have already ordered you to stop thinking in such a way. We can’t be as close as you want us to be, so please stop harping on about it!

Frederick: O-of course, Chrom. I am terribly sorry. Please, excuse me…

Chrom: Wait, Frederick! He’s gone… Maybe I was a bit too harsh on him.

[Chrom and Frederick have reached support rank A.]

S SUPPORT

Chrom: Frederick? It took me ages to find you. Are you alright? I’m so sorry for what I said earlier.

Frederick: It is not your fault, Milord. It is I who spoke out of turn. Please, think nothing of it.

Chrom: Still, my words were unnecessarily harsh. I had no right to spurn your friendship in such a way, not when you’ve always been there for me.

Frederick: I should not have made you uncomfortable in the first place. I was aiming to have you feel more at ease in your costume, but I took it too far.

Chrom: Frederick, I didn’t mean what I said earlier. I do value your friendship, more than I can say.

Frederick: So you do not mind that I prefer your Spring costume to your regular outfit?

Chrom: No, I- …Wait a second. Did you fabricate that “rule” the Summoner made about staying in costume?

Frederick: I am deeply sorry, Chrom. I’m afraid I was being rather selfish. Please accept this gift as my apology.

Chrom: Gah, fine. Oh, another pretty shell. Wait, this one has something in it… A little egg with a heart painted on? It’s very cute, but Frederick, does this mean-?

Frederick: Yes. The way I felt for you was not simply as a lord and his knight. Since being summoned here, I have been able to fully realise my feelings, wrong as they may be. Please forgive my disrespect, but I am in love with you, Chrom.

Chrom: If you simply told me from the beginning instead of pretending…

Frederick: I know it was foolish; to think I could marry the exalt! I do not expect you to accept, but I simply could not hold my feelings back anymore.

Chrom: Frederick, stop. You don’t have to worry, because I do accept, exalt or not. I must admit that through our bond, friendship did turn into something more.

Frederick: Really?! We can truly be as close as I imagined?

Chrom: We already are close. That’s why I also have feelings for you, Frederick. Your summer outfit doesn’t hurt anything, either…

Frederick: This is the happiest day of my life! No longer will we be separated by the boundary of lord and subject! Instead we shall be partners in life for eternity.

Chrom: Yes, it certainly is a happy day.

Frederick: I will venture outside of those boundaries now by saying that your rabbit ears are very cute. I owe great thanks to whomever designed that costume.

Chrom: Frederick, please…

Frederick: Shall we design more of those eggs? Or pick up more shells? Come along, Chrom! We have a whole lifetime of our love to live!

[Chrom and Frederick have reached support rank S.]

[disappointment-fegroup]

I know this isn’t a disappointment but I wanted to share this (Not pictured: My Spring!Chrom, Alm and Reinhardt)

[femuirdris]

Raging Blizzard

Fire Emblem Heroes | Rating: G | Character Focus: Spring!Chrom, Halloween!F!Robin/Grima | Ship(s): F!Chrobin

Kiran sends Chrom and Robin out on a Heroes Journey, where they get trapped in an oncoming snowstorm.

Chrobin Week, Day 3: Winter

[Read on AO3!]

“I cannot believe that worm of a summoner has forsaken us with this awful journey,” Robin spat, shivering from the icy winds slapping against her mostly bare legs.

As part of the monthly scouting missions (the “Heroes Journey”), Kiran had paired up the Spring Festival Chrom and the Harvest Festival female Robin—though neither was entirely thrilled about each other’s company. Chrom was doing his best to make light of it at any opportunity, offering sunflowers, buying her dinner at a small inn they passed by, even getting their fortunes told, but nothing seemed to be winning her over.

And now they were in the frigid mountains, with cold air blowing and the sky set for an oncoming snowstorm. Chrom was busy setting up the tent (Robin insisted only a worm could know such things, even though Chrom had a feeling even the Fell Dragon could pitch a tent no problem). He did his best to at least set a sturdy enough foundation, hoping the whole thing wouldn’t blow over in the middle of the night.

“Ha! It’s f-f-finished!” Chrom proclaimed, gesturing at her to enter. “Please, ladies first.”

Robin gave a frigid growl, but quickly obliged, eager to escape the cold. He followed, securing the tent flaps down as tightly as he could.

“Well, it’s not the warmest, but it’ll keep us cozy enough for the night so we can move on tomorrow,” Chrom said, smiling towards Robin as he unfurled their bedrolls.

She scowled. “This is not my idea of cozy. I’d much rather be in the fires of Múspell.”

“Ah, well, perhaps you can discuss that with that other Chrom…” he chuckled hesitantly, a light flush of jealousy warming his face. That Chrom, after all, was the first to reach out to this Robin when she arrived at Askr. He shook his head. “For now, you’re stuck with me.”

“Fine… stupid rabbit Son of Naga…” she grumbled as she buried herself in her bedroll.

“Good night, Robin,” Chrom whispered as he peeled off his boots, leaving them in the corner, and followed suit. It wasn’t the most warm or comfortable sleeping arrangements, but he had survived Regna Ferox so surely he could survive tonight.

He was just dozing off when—

“Worm,” Robin demanded. “I demand more warmth.”

“There’s little more I can do, Robin…” Chrom replied sleepily, turning on his side to look at her. “Unless we were to…”

“Out with it, worm!”

“We c-could combine our bedrolls…” he explained, his cheeks unbearably hot compared to the rest of his body.

She groaned. “To share warmth with the Son of Naga… despicable, and yet I am left with little choice. Fine.”

“Alright then, let me er—here we go…” He remained in his bed roll, scooting right up beside her so that the flaps of their bedrolls overlapped. “Er, should we…”

Robin answered his question by pulling him impossibly close, intertwining her legs with his. “This is acceptable warmth, rabbit-worm.” She snuggled her chin into the crook of his neck. Chrom sucked in a large breath, and on the exhale firmly wrapped his arms around hers. “Much less dreadful…”

He could feel his chuckle vibrate where she rested. “I’ll take that as a compliment. Good night, Robin.”