#support: corrin

[laslow]

Prison Break

Everything after his conversation with the guard is a blur--probably for the best, judging by their disheveled state. His temples still throb with a headache, though at least he's no longer bleeding from his wounds.

They've found a meager respite in this break room, though he won't be lulled into a false sense of security. Senses still on high alert, he creeps closer to the locked door, adjusting his hold on Corrin. Laslow stares at the key for a heartbeat. Honestly, they could use every ounce of luck Lady Fate has to offer. Blowing kisses has always been a superstition of his--

He shakes his head, dislodging a dust bunny from his hair, and hobbles forward with Corrin in tow. Kisses for luck aside, Laslow fits the key in the lock, relieved when it turns and he hears the tell-tale click.

“Careful now,” he murmurs and gives it a gentle push.

There's a guard inside. As soon as you open the door, he turns around, surprised. Then angry. "Hey!" he shouts, and charges for you with his spear. [Roll 1d3: 2. We run!]

"Sorry we can't stay for tea!" Laslow calls, rushing backward. If they fight now, they risk drawing more attention to themselves, but he can't deny the allure of having a weapon should they defeat this sole guard. (Even if it is a spear.)

[princepsumbra]

She doesn't look silly; she looks like herself. He prefers seeing her happy and comfortable above all else--she never looks so uncomfortable as when she's wearing all the finery required of royalty. The day dress is actually a favorite of his.

"And I you," he whispers back, returning her smile. "I look forward to hearing all about your travels, later." When it's just the two of them, and he can focus solely on the sound of her voice.

They remain forehead to forehead until the song ends some moments later. Leo bows, metals on his chest clinking softly once he straightens. He finds her hand again, automatic, running his gloved thumb along her knuckles.

Eyes flicker up to the orchestra before returning to her face. He heaves a faux sigh, the effect diminished by the playful curve of his mouth. "Yes, one more dance."

✧ ⁺ - @princepsumbra asked:

[ Ylisse ] [ Kiss ] He's found, over the course of his life, that anything he once deemed passably tolerable becomes almost enjoyable when done with someone he loves. Her hands are a comforting weight in his own. Her mere presence is a comfort, truthfully, erasing the crease along his brows and the knot of tension sitting between his shoulder blades. "You look beautiful, Corrin," he murmurs, lips curling up in amusement as the bell on her collar jingles softly in time with their steps. How fitting; she always has reminded him of a cat. Later, he'll try blaming it on the ball or the two glasses of champagne coursing through his system for his breech in decorum. Right now, she's here, back in his arms, and he's just a man in love with his wife. Leo closes the scant distance between them and brushes his lips against hers.

It is, as it seems to have always been, impossibly easy to forget everything else for him. For as long as they are dancing, the strangest thing to have happened to her tonight would be that she only had to ask him once.

A breath of laughter, her cheeks tinging pink. "I think I look rather silly next to you," she teases, straightening the fold of his collar with her thumb. She has missed him miserably, and every movement is a reminder of why. The careful weight of his hand on her hip, the fit of his fingers between her own. The mirth in the emerald of his eyes, where his smile softens their edges.

And when he leans forward, a motion that might have scandalized him to perform so publicly another night, Corrin doesn't miss a beat in stealing every second of the contact that he will allow her.

Only after it ends, hardly more than a few heartbeats later, does the world return to center. A hum of content as she rests her forehead against his, lips upturned in a smile she can't seem to lose.

"I'm so happy to see you again."

[kradeelav]

acting like this reminds me why i loved comics in the first place.

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

I find it so funny that Corrin is willing to brush Peri’s murderous tendencies off, but will not tolerate Odin’s theatrics even if they get married. Being a theater kid is worse than murdering people in their eyes.

thats just the culture of nohr tbh

[princepsumbra]

starter for: @ofdusk

He'd always promised her they'd eventually see the world. Lands full of sunshine, of fresh air, of flora and fauna described in the books lining Castle Krakenburg's shelves.

Those dreams did not include the caveat of working while exploring said new land, though when did life turn out exactly as their younger selves had wished?

She's happy, and that's enough for him.

Leo adjusts the hood of his cloak as he claims a seat on a stretch of rock separating two tide pools. Half a sea star is visible along one edge of the leftmost pool, blue arm stark against the beige rocks. Silver scales flash underneath the clear water.

The ocean roars dully some feet in front of him. Small waves lap against the rocky shoreline. It is peaceful, even with the sun bearing mercilessly down upon him.

He rolls his right shoulder, left hand coming up to massage the sore muscle. A few of the work horses had broken free of their harnesses that morning, resulting in a frantic hour of chasing them down and ensuring such an accident wouldn't happen again. Leo had caught one of the horses, though not before it nearly yanked the arm he'd wrapped around the reins halfway out of its socket.

"I promised we'd be back within an hour, Corrin," he calls behind him. She's out of his line of sight, but he can hear her splashing around in one of the pools, undoubtedly soaking herself on accident.

Are You With Crab?

[felikatze]

ohh engage dragons are a metaphor for autism i see now

[sieglinde-freud]

also the randomizer gives you anna for free and i swear i turned off include anna in the randomizer but uh. guess i didnt. so now its just shura and the girls. hell yeah man.

[stormypip7]

day nineteen of fates february!

"This is the best part!"

[ninesugars]

i need to talk about how gay fates added actually good camilla supports. it makes me insane how it took like maybe 2 of these (MANY) added support chains to make her into a good character, that’s how much unused potential she had the entire time. this is deeply cathartic to me like i literally owe this mod my life i think

i feel like this.

[laslow]

In between ripping up his shirt and passing out makeshift bandages, he casts worried glances at Corrin. She seems at ease resting in Maria's care. "Thank you, Maria," he says softly. Technically, he's responsible for Corrin's well-being; what the Nohrian lords don't know won't harm them.

Maybe.

He hums along with Tiki's song until the last note fades. "You've quite a lovely voice, Lady Tiki." He falls silent after that, watching the sky bruise into shades of purple through half-lidded eyes. Guards begin handing out and lighting torches, faint circles of light casting shadows inside the cages.

One guard takes up a post a few feet away. Laslow rouses from his stupor, arms stretching as far as they'll go above his head. "Oi! How much longer will this take? The children are exhausted."

The soldier looks at him wearily as if to say "and we're not?" "One more day at least," he answers gruffly. "Sleep on the floor if standing tires you so." In the distance comes the howl of wolves.

Laslow frowns. Well. Isn't he just a ray of sunshine "They're the ones bleeding from injuries," he mumbles under his breath. "No one's yet told me what this is all about. I like to face my incoming demise by name." A glance at the shadows beyond their somber procession. The wolves are keeping their distance for now.

"Huh? Play your cards right and you might get yourself a place in the new world's army. They certainly don't want your blood for their new god." Meaning Laslow specifically. "The rest of you should be happy that your lives are finally going to mean something. You'll be contributing to something far greater than you ever would have touched otherwise."

"What makes me so special, eh?" Laughing in the face of danger has never felt so forced. "Does it have to do with that church? Lopto...loppy...lop something."

"Bingo. They only want maidens and children. Something about purity. I don't know the specifics." Misogyny in the church, you know how it is.

Laslow can't hide his open distaste this time "....as much as i adore the company of a lovely woman, don't you think that's a bit far? if it was your daughter in this cage, what would you do?"

The soldier seems to consider this for a moment, but then shakes his head. That's a level of empathy that he's not capable - or allowed - to have. "My family is safe as long as I cooperate. That question is unthinkable."

Anger kindles just below his skin. What kind of heartless, unfeeling monsters--

"Do you really believe in this new god? is it worth all of this?" he makes a sweeping gesture at the cage, the women, the kids. "I know that if my daughter was here, I'd rip the world apart to ensure she was safe. even if it meant disobeying orders."

He's done his best not to imagine Soleil in a situation like this, but now he can almost see her face among the rest. Naga, he prays that wherever she is in the world, she's safe and smiling.

The man doesn't continue the conversation, instead falling into thoughtful silence.

[roll: 19! It's a surprise roll that may catch up to me later!]

paddy wagonin’

[eway]

Smash Bros. Corrin's Supports

Vs. Female Corrin

Male Corrin Version

Corrin: Hold on a moment! Is that…me!? But a girl!?

Ryoma: Yes, that is you from a universe where you were born female.

Corrin: So other than that, we're the same?

Ryoma: No. For she chose a different path. She sided with Nohr.

Corrin: ... I see.

Hinoka: I wonder… brother, what side would you choose, knowing the consequences of choosing to side with us?

Corrin: I would still side with Hoshido. Nohr committed too many atrocities for me to side with them, and knowing what she did, well, even though I know what would happen to my Nohr siblings, I would still choose Hoshido, as I cannot in good conscience side with Nohr. I cannot bring myself to harm the land I was born to protect.

Takumi: Well said.

Corrin: There is also another reason.

Sakura: Huh? W-what is it?

Corrin: Well, had I sided with Nohr, I never would have gotten to know you all. My real family.

Takumi: R-really!?

Corrin: You are all important to me. Losing any of you would be devastating.

Sakura: Aw… thank you, big brother.

Corrin: I'm a prince of Hoshido. I have a duty to my land, my people, and my family. Such is my birthright. I would never turn traitor, especially knowing the consequences. I would never harm the land of my birth. I would never stoop as low as her.

Takumi: Show this Nohrian Scum the power of a Hoshidan Prince!

All: FOR HOSHIDO!!!!

(alone)

Corrin: Though I would never do what she's done, I am thankful for her existence. Because, at least in one universe, Xander, Camilla, Leo, and Elise all live, and are happy… but a family's happiness is not worth what was supposed to be your home

[correctfe14quotes]

Correct FE14 quote 23

Xander: I see... Well, I suppose I owe you the courtesy of explaining a thing or two. You were right about me taking out my anger at Father during my training. Sometimes being crown prince means following the king's orders no matter what. But there were times when I felt his commands crossed a line. Sometimes it didn't feel like he was trying to benefit the kingdom at all, just himself. Having to do things I didn't believe in weighed heavily on my heart. Now I'm wise enough and brave enough to stand up to Father. But back then... Those were the nights you spoke of, when I swung my blade like a wild beast.

[dirtyoldmanhole]

(script right after gunter catches corrin in this hentai comic, when he's trying to figure out wtf she was up to and she gives all kinds of excuses)

literal-ahhh pervert-to-pervert communication 8D

[four-loose-screws]

m!Corrin / Soleil C Support Translation

FE Game Script Translations - FE Novel Translations - Original FE Support Conversations

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[ソレイユ] 

はぁーあ…▼

Soleil: Siiiiigh…

[カムイ] 

ソレイユ。

ため息なんかついて、悩みごとかい？▼

Corrin: Soleil, that was quite the sigh. Is something worrying you?

[ソレイユ]

まあね。▼

でも、カムイさんには

理解できない悩みだと思うよ。▼

Soleil: I suppose. But, I think it’s a worry you can’t comprehend.

[カムイ] (Corrin)

僕には理解できない悩み？

どういうことだろう…▼

Corrin: A worry I can’t comprehend? I wonder what it could be…

[ソレイユ]

…もったいぶっても仕方ない。

教えてあげる。▼

あたしは強くてかっこいい女性を目指してる。

そのために努力もしてるつもりだよ。▼

…でもね、あたしには

努力してもどうにもならない弱点があるの。▼

Soleil: …Even saying it’s too big a deal for you won’t stop you. I’ll tell you. My goal is to be a strong, cool girl. I intend to try everything I can for that purpose! …But, well, no matter how hard I try, I have one weakness I can’t do anything about.

[カムイ]

弱点？▼

Corrin: A weakness?

[ソレイユ]

そう。

その弱点があるせいで…▼

強くてかっこいい女性への道のりが、

遠くて険しい茨の道に見えてきて…▼

Soleil: Yup! And because I have this weakness… My path to become a strong, cool girl looks to be a very long, steep, thorny one…

[カムイ]

けっこう深刻じゃないか。

いったい、なんなんだい？▼

Corrin: Seems pretty serious! What on earth could it be?

[ソレイユ]

…………▼

あたし、かわいい女の子に弱いんだ。▼

Soleil: ………… I’m weak to cute girls!

[カムイ]

うん。それは知ってる。

でも、それが？▼

Corrin: Yeah. I know that. But that’s it?

[ソレイユ]

好みのタイプだったりすると、

近くに寄っただけで卒倒しちゃうこともある。▼

感動のあまりにね。▼

Soleil: If a girl is my type, then sometimes I even faint just when she comes near me! That’s how strongly I feel for them!

[カムイ]

…えっ？▼

Corrin: …Huh?

[ソレイユ]

この間のこと覚えてる？

出撃した帰りに、あたし倒れたでしょ。▼

Soleil: Remember what happened recently? When we returned home from going out to battle, I fainted, you know?

[カムイ]

うん。そうだったね。

どこか負傷したんじゃないかと心配したよ。▼

Corrin: Yes, you did. I was worried that perhaps you were injured somewhere.

[ソレイユ]

あれ、違うから。

戦いのせいじゃないから。▼

実は…▼

かわいい町娘にお礼を言われて…

それでクラクラっとなって…▼

Soleil: Oh, that’s not why! It wasn’t because of the fight! To tell you the truth… A cute village girl thanked me… And that made me dizzy…

[カムイ]

そ、そうだったんだ…▼

Corrin: S-So that’s what happened…

[ソレイユ]

こんな弱点があったら…

かっこいい女性なんて無理だよね。▼

Soleil: So long as I have such a weakness… There’s no way I can be a cool girl.

[カムイ]

…………▼

まさか、ソレイユに

そんな悩みがあったなんて…▼

Corrin: ………… I never would have imagined you had such a worry…

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Localization:

Soleil: *sigh* I have a problem, Lord Avatar. But I'm not sure you'd understand...

Avatar: Try me. If nothing else, I can offer another perspective on it.

Soleil: Okay, here goes. I want to be a warrior. A fearless, take-no-prisoners, sword-slinging tough gal. There's just one small hitch that I haven't gotten past... And it's making what should be smooth sailing into a four-day hurricane at sea.

Avatar: This is sounding serious. What's this "hitch" you mentioned?

Soleil: Ok... don't laugh, but... I lose my mind around cute girls.

Avatar: So I've heard. But what's the problem?

Soleil: No, I mean, I REALLY lose my mind. When I see a cute girl, I start to sweat. When she gets close, I faint sometimes. I just can't stand how great girls are!

Avatar: ...Are you putting me on? Is this some sort of prank? Are people watching this?

Soleil: You remember the other day, when I was on my way back to camp?

Avatar: Hmm, vaguely. I thought for a moment that you might have taken a blow to the head.

Soleil: Yeah, I don't blame you for thinking so, but it had nothing to do with the battle. What happened was... this cute village girl came up to me to thank my troop. That's when I started to feel weak in the knees...

Avatar: Oh, was that all?

Soleil: No, you don't understand! This is a real problem if I'm going to be a warrior!

Avatar: I... I see... Take heart. I'll give it some thought, and hopefully we can come up with a solution.

[aliberation]

The multicolor hair is hard to see from a distance, but Corrin can still make out the mixed hues from a distance. Is... is that?

"Peri?! Is that you?"

Corrin runs over to who she assumes to be her knightly friend, until... huh. That isn't pink and blue, just red and blue.

"Oh. Sorry. Thought you were someone else. Apologies!"

Corrin gives a small curtsy (after all, interrupting a Knight of Seiros is not a good thing to do,) but she can feel the gaze on her, even still.

"...Do I have something on my uniform?"

...That was probably rude, actually.

"Sorry."

A name that holds no familiar memory tumbles from the visage of an old ally, and Alear has to stifle the reaction of joy that nearly bubbles forth. Emblem Corrin, of course, had been such a loyal companion for what felt like an eternity— and like all the others, when sent to their final slumber, missed as heavily as every ally was. As every friend was.

To see her here…. to hear her voice again…. She can’t help but to break out into a brilliant smile, easily laughing off the interruption into her thoughts.

“No, it’s okay! Really! As weird as it sounds, I’m glad you stopped me.”

It’s a whole conversation for another time, but Alear extends her hand in a shake. Though recollection flashes in the depths of her two-toned gaze, she knows it won’t be returned… and that’s okay. They can learn one another all over again, and experience the joys of Corrin’s companionship a second time.

She’s worth the effort. All of the Emblems are. Now’s the time to see them in their true forms, and she couldn’t be more honored.

“I’m Alear. I’m sorry if I was staring— you just…. surprised me, is all. You remind me of someone I used to know.”

[gentlenekomata]

Familiar faces are surprisingly common in the monastery, it feels.

But, of course, there are still some bonds that come harder to forge, and faces that are harder to forget.

"..."

Eye contact forms across the hall as Corrin pulls her uniform closer - Sakura was... older than she remembered. Did the war take that much out of her? She looked much more youthful when Corrin was against her, blade drawn.

But that wasn't what was viewed. There was no mirth in those eyes. None of the pain. None of the regret that this conflict even had to happen.

A view Corrin shared, but not enough to let her family go.

At least she could save Sakura.

"You look well, Sakura. Been a while since I've seen you. Though I thought you were with Hinoka, preparing for her queenship..."

Oh well. That was... concerning, but nothing that she could do to push her onward. She was here. That was it. And it was nice, in a way. She could make up in peace what she had to break in war.

"Tea, maybe? I... admit, I prefer coffee lately, but the brew I'm used to is not stocked here at the academy..."

She did... not know what brew Sakura would like most. Hopefully she had it on her own...

Those were the eyes of a person who Sakura missed for many, many years; actually, the reddish gaze of the young princess seemed somewhat… empty. Not that she wasn’t feeling emotions or anything, but Sakura felt something strange, something off –it was like she wasn’t the Corrin she knew. Yet, the friendliness still remained untouched, apparently.

“Corrin!” the petite priestess approached her sister with an enthusiastic tone, her voice chirped all around the corridors around the monastery; despite the odd feeling, she couldn’t help but feeling happy and serene to see her doing just fine, after all they have passed in Hoshido and Nohr. “I’m happy to see you here as well, this is a great place to be” she smiled, but the sequent affirmation let her a little puzzled and confused. “Hinoka? I haven’t been speaking with her since a while, but I’ve heard that maybe she’s coming here too!” the coincidence was absolutely fortuitous, “We can definitely ask directly to her, together” the petite priestess reached for her hands, a careful touch, “I’ve been missing you dearly” she was genuine, her voice thrilled with joy at the mention of a tea party.

“Absolutely yes! Would you like to join my room? I have plenty of teabags but also some coffee, if I’m not mistaken” she pondered for a moment, thinking about it and visualizing in her mind the actual supplies she had in her room. “I’d be glad to invite you, there are so many things I’d like to ask you” she was already running too much with her thoughts maybe, but she couldn’t lose this opportunity to be with her again.