i think it’s kind of funny how most (if not all) of these people calling season 4 boring or Straight™ bullshit are straight cis white girls who then claim that they don’t fetishize white gay boys and that they’re not racist like sure jan, we all believe you, yup
This is a headcanon born out of Viria’s art of Kagehina as third years and Hinata’s knee brace on it :”)
Hinata’s this kind of person that thinks he’s never enough. He’s always haunted by the feeling of still lacking compared to his teammates, that he’s still capable of much more (which is true, of course, but his patience fails him here). And so he trains on his own, extra. He does it quite often, but only tells the rest of the team about a couple days per week.
Aching muscles, sweat streaming down his face and inability to do anything at all after he’s practiced — all that gives him some faint confidence that he’s making enough efforts, that he tries hard and gives it his best. But every ball he can’t receive and every blocked and received attack of his start subconsciously pressing him down, literally whispering that no, you’re still not doing enough if you still can’t get a higher success rate. Hinata does understand that it’s impossible to never get blocked, but at the same time can’t stop himself from striving for the best results, cause a small part of his mind still fears he’s not good enough for the team. He won’t admit it to himself though, realizing that such thoughts really are stupid.
But stupid thoughts often lead to stupid acts: slowly, gradually, so that even the person himself wouldn’t notice.
Kageyama starts suspecting something first, but Hinata always waves it off and comes up with something. He sees that Kageyama doesn’t really buy it, but there’s nothing he can do at that point, so he drops it. To Hinata’s surprise, soon his teammates start asking the same questions, and he genuinely doesn’t understand why are they worried (especially when Tsukishima suddenly showed interest in his training schedule, now that was creepy). So he tells them the same stuff he tells Kageyama. Hinata knows that they will worry for no reason if they find out, and he prefers to stick to his own schedule.
At some point his knee starts bothering him. At first Hinata simply ignores it, then he starts using an ointment. Dull ache even makes him reconsider things a few times, makes him think hard whether he should really keep this up, but every mistake at a practice, every failure, no matter how small, pushes him in the wrong direction, and so he keeps going.
Gradually interrogations initiated by Kageyama turn into fights. At some Hinata tells him, well, so what if I train some extra, why do you care so long as it allows me to get better? Kageyama tries to beat some sense into him, because he noticed how Hinata started getting tired quicker, got less lively and was just… sort of unsteady on his own feet, but Hinata doesn’t hear him. They end up yelling at each other, and Hinata retorts that Kageyama with his flawless technique can’t possibly understand him.
They have the next day off, but Hinata still comes to have some practice (the school grounds are open and by then the access to the gym keys was easy) — party to let some steam and frustration out, to shake off all the doubts that Kageyama’s words triggered, but mostly just for the practice itself. It always helped him to get rid of useless thoughts and generally feel better.
And so he trains, stubbornly ignoring faint yet persistent pain in his left knee. He really gets a little better, but not for long. At some point, while practicing his spike against the wall, he jumps and hits, but his knee buckles during the landing and he falls. Hinata groans but doesn’t think much of it — not his first fall, not his last. He thinks that he might already be tired and it’s late, so he should probably go, but when he starts standing up, his knees buckle again and he falls back.
He’s surprised cause that never happened before, his legs being unable to hold his weight. Hinata tries again and again, using his arms as support, but ends up just falling and falling, while the knee pain is getting sharper. He manages to crawl to the bench, gritting his teeth and trying to hold back tears, cause it really hurts badly by now. Hinata finds his cellphone and realizes that he doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t want to call his mother and worry her, but he also knows that he can’t make it anywhere on his own. Hinata taps against his leg nervously and attempts to stretch it a little, hoping that the pain will pass, but it doesn’t. He’s so frustrated he wants so smash his head against the wall. Hinata can’t do anything without help and for some reason he can’t think about anyone but Kageyama.
But can he really call him? After all the fights and warnings about potential consequences, could Hinata call him and tell that yes, he was right, Hinata fucked up his knee and really, really needed his help?
Hinata is lost, his right knee hurts a little, the left one is just wrecked, and by then he’s really, really scared. Feeling his eyes getting wet, he calls Kageyama after all. Kageyama picks up and answers with his voice so calm and causal that Hinata’s reluctant crying intensifies, he really doesn’t want to tell him anything. But he does, explains the situation and hears Kageyama rushing out somewhere as soon as he mentions his knee and the fall. Be right there, he says and asks some other questions that Hinata can’t answer because of the worsening knee pain. He hates it and wants to break his phone, he hates that he had to tell Kageyama and had to ask for his help, hates that it came down to this, hates himself for not listening to Kageyama earlier.
Kageyama makes it there in no time, worried and frightened; carefully, he helps Hinata get up, and Hinata subconsciously squeezes the arms supporting him, Kageyama’s presence soothing him a little. But Kageyama himself is actually beyond scared, cause that’s what he feared most all along, that’s the worst nightmare becoming reality. And the worst is that he has no idea what to do, and the more he watches Hinata being in pain, the more his heart swells and thoughts get foggy, arms starting to shake.
He remembers the time when he found Oikawa-san on the gym floor in junior high, just the same, trying to hold back tears. Naturally, he called Iwaizumi-san straightaway and didn’t know all that well what happened afterwards, but the image of Oikawa knocked down on the floor probably got burnt into his memory somewhere.
And this time it was pretty much the same, only the person suffering was possibly the closest friend he ever had, and that terrifies him to the core.
He’s lost as well, and he can only press Hinata closer to himself, ignoring how awkward that might be, as if trying to calm him down. But he knows that it won’t help Hinata or his knees. And being in that position he has only one person on his mind that’s been through that and probably knows how to deal with it better that anyone else — Oikawa-san. He fishes his phone out of his pocket, trying not to disturb Hinata, and reconsiders thousands of times while doing that, cause why would Oikawa-san help him? Why would he help Hinata? But Kageyama gets panicked, and he just dials the number, stuffing all his doubts far away. He doesn’t have much choice after all.
“Dad come on, you don’t have to be here, this whole thing is stupid.” Jughead grumbled, ducking the gaze of all of his teachers. Parent Teacher Conferences were ridiculous, he thought that they ended once you hit middle school, not in Riverdale. In Riverdale you had to sit in a sweaty, student filled auditorium while you waited for your turn to be ridiculed and talked down by your teachers as your parents sat back and agreed.
“I’m here now Jug, Ive gotta do this. Fatherly duties and all that.” He ruffled the boys beanie and fell back in the rickety seat, his arms going over his head and crossing at the wrists. F.P was really trying, Jughead couldn’t deny that. His dad had sobered up and was desperately trying to be the father his son deserved. That fact in itself was the reason Jughead dropped his complaining and slumped into the folding chair beside his father. Archie and Fred Andrews finally walked through the doors making a direct B Line to Jughead and his father, Archie grumpily slamming himself down into his chair.
“You couldn’t get out of it either?” He groaned, dropping his head to the table.
Jughead sighed “nope, they’ve got it set up like it’s some kind of school dance in here, when in actuality half of us are going home and getting ripped into.”
Both of the boys fathers looked at each with half hidden smirks and rolled their eyes
“It’s a conference.” Fred laughed, “not a college interview.”
F.P nodded “don’t sweat it, we know these teachers, haven’t changed since we were boys, they’re all the same.”
Jughead and Archie shared an exaggerated eye roll, suddenly something caught Jugheads eye. It was the one thing that was on his mind 24 hours a day 7 days a week.
Betty Cooper, tight blonde ponytail and soft cotton blue dress in tow. She was tense, he could tell, the way her shoulders were stiff under her mothers touch, the way her mega watt smile was forced and looked almost painful. No matter, she still looked beautiful, sometimes she was so pretty it hurt to look. In an instant her eyes caught his and her shoulders relaxed slightly, he was proud he could do that for her, happy that she found comfort in him, just like he did with her.
“Earth to Jug?” Archie snapped in his face, pulling him out of his train of thought, Jughead turned to look and saw both the older men staring at him with matching smirks
“what?” He asked, the gruff tone in his voice back.
Fred shook his head as he started going over paperwork with Archie.
F.p slid closer,
“The blonde. That Alice Coopers daughter? It’s Elizabeth right?” His dad asked, his brow raising.
“Betty” Jughead answered too quickly, his dads face forming a genuine smile, he blushed and continued “it’s Betty, she hates to be called Elizabeth, it’s what her mom calls her.” He explained, eyes turning back to the mother and daughter duo that were currently heading towards him.
“Well, well, well.. if it isn’t Forsythe Pendleton. Strange seeing you here.” Alice stated with a condescending tilt of her head before turning to Jughead and offering him a small genuine smile. Alice wasn’t a bad woman, she just had so much to prove and she took it out on her daughters, she was fiercely protective and some of that protection was currently bestowed on her daughters almost boyfriend, Alice knew F.P hadn’t been around much in the past few years and it hurt her to see how it affected Jughead.
“Nice to see you too Ally, I like your heels. Is that … snakeskin?.” F.p grinned as Alice wrinkled her nose at the nickname and the obvious metaphor of her pasts
“I’ve gotta say, I’m glad to see you’re finally taking responsibility for your son. What did it take? Realizing he was homeless? Oh or maybe it was seeing him get framed for a murder.”
Betty stepped forward
Alice placed her perfectly manicured hand in her daughters face
“Not now Elizabeth!” She barked, her eyes on the man in front of her, Betty fell back like a wounded puppy taking orders.
F.p snarled, his face angry and contorted
“Oh, you want to talk about parenting?” He snorted “you’ve got one pregnant daughter living in a nut house and the other one looks like someone pulled a string on her back and she’s waiting for it to run out.”
Jughead stood from his chair
“ Dad that’s enough!” He growled, moving to stand by Betty
“I’ll say when it’s enough boy.” He bit out, venom in his voice.
Betty clutched Jugheads hand as her eyes filled with tears, that was it. They weren’t gonna sit through this. Grabbing his dads keys from the table, he tugged Betty along through the exit doors
“Where are we going?!” She squeaked , as he pulled her into the beat up pickup truck.
“Pops.” He answered “I don’t know about you but I could really use a burger.”
He heard her giggle from beside him and he instantly relaxed, the car ride there was fairly quiet, he held her hand the whole time and bathed in the soft sounds of her singing along to the radio, when they arrived at Pops they instantly took their favorite booth as Jughead ordered half the menu and Betty ordered a vanilla milkshake. Once there food arrived he grabbed Betty by her tiny scarred hands
“We aren’t our parents, we’re not our families bets.” He repeated those same words he had said just a few weeks ago, staring into her eyes as she nodded weakly
“It just.. it’s so hard not to think.. what if we turn into them. Filled with hate and anger?” She whispered.
Jughead shook his head, gently dropping his forehead to Betty’s “we won’t.” He assured her “we won’t let each other. That’s where the difference lies, I have you and you have me, we won’t let that happen” he promised her.
Betty nodded slowly, bringing her lips to his for a slow kiss filled with promises and hope.
“There you are!” The familiar shrill tone of Alice Cooper broke them out of their bubble, she was being followed by F.P his head hung low as he tailed the quick blonde.
“We’ve been looking for you.” She started, gracefully sliding into the booth at Pops. “What we did at your school? That wasn’t fair and were both sorry for putting you through that.” She elbowed F.P who looked up and nodded sheepishly
“Sorry kids” he said genuinely.
Betty nodded, taking Jugheads hand In Hers and placing it on the table
“It’s okay, things get heated. We all care about each other a lot. You’re both forgiven.” Betty smile sweetly, sliding her milkshake over to her mother as the older women took a healthy sip.
F.P smiled at the young beauty, his eyes casting to Jughead with an approving glint. Yeah that’s right, his girlfriend was pretty great.
F.p stretched out and smiled
“ now that that’s settled, how about we join you kids for some dinner. I’ll go order some more fries.” He smiled as Alice scoffed
“Do you not see the amount of food on this table? How could you need anything else?” She seemed amazed as she got up to follow F.P to the counter.
“That? That’s an appetizer.” The older man winked.
Jughead turned to Betty and smiled as she watched the scene with a giggle
“We’re gonna be just fine” he said into her hair as he pulled her in for a hug.
“You got it Romeo” he heard her mumble against his shirt.
“That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.”
“Where is she?” Harry asks asks running around the house searching for his things
You see Harry and his old childhood friend Allie were gonna hang out together. They haven’t seen each other in awhile and he invited her over for dinner. I don’t have a problem with it I’m glad he is connecting back with his past. But the problem is that she is very attractive, way more attractive than me. Harry and her talk a lot and I feel like I can’t have one moment to talk or spend time with him without her calling him. Its okay for Harry to have friends that are girls but when those girls take up most of my quality time for my boyfriend it just gets a bit too much.
I hear a knock on the door and Harry runs right past me and up to the door, He rips open the door as fast as he can. There stands Allie right at the door in front of Harry. Shes wearing a tank top and a short black skirt with knee highs. She does look cute but I just know in my heart she is doing it to get Harry’s attention and to get me a bit heated.
“Allie I am glad you came” Harry says pulling her in for a hug
“I’m happy to see you” Allie says back holding him tighter
I started to feel a bit more jealous, but they finally pull apart
“Hello y/n” Allie says looking behind harry to me
“Hello Allie, nice to see you” I respond back to her and stand there awkwardly
Harry, Allie and I walk to the dinner table and start to eat.
“So y/n how is school?” She asks and giggles
“Its good, one more year left” I say quietly, Knowing that she is judging me
She didn’t have to go to school, she started a fashion business and lucky for her it became big right away. She didn’t have to work very hard to be where she is today.
“A lot of work she does, practically has her face in a book all day working” Harry says smiling at the both of us
“Owning and working at your own business is harder than you expect, maybe its just not for you y/n” Allie says rudely and giggles again at me
“Wow I’ve never been told that before” I say looking down feeling embaressed
“Maybe its best we move onto dessert” Harry says picking up all of our plates and putting them in the sink
He grabs the cake I bought from the bakery earlier today. He cut us all a slice but during the rest of the time I really didn’t really speak at them at all. I felt really upset and upset that Harry didn’t say anything to her about it. My heart hurts and I just wanna go to bed and forget all about tonight.
Harry and I say Bye to Allie and she walks out
“I am going to bed” I say walking up to the stairs
“Wait don’t leave yet” Harry says pulling at my shoulder
“What Harry?” I say huffing out the words
“Are you mad?” Harry says walking closer to me
“No Harry I am just tired” I say turning back around
“Yes you are, I know you” Harry walking behind me
“Fine yes I am mad, I am mad because she was that rude to me but you never said anything. Its like you like her more than me” I turn around and yell at him letting it all out
“Baby, she didn’t mean that. Shes just trying to give advice and Allie and Ii have a different type of bond then you and I” Harry says walking to grab my hand
“No Harry, If you have this such amazing bond with her then why are you with me?” I yell backing away
“That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant” Harry says raising his voice a bit
“Harry, we don’t really talk and we don’t really spend time together and when we do all you do is talk or talk about Allie” I yell but trying to calm down
Harry doesn’t say much, he stays silent and turns away and runs his hand through his hair.
“I know baby, I know” Harry says getting a bit teared up
“I know, I was just so happy to see her but I knew in my heart I wasn’t seeing you as much as I wanted to. I am so sorry” Harry says and pulls me into his chest
“You are my girl and will always be my girl, you are the only one I want and will ways want” Harry says and rests his forehead down on mine “You have nothing to worry about, we will spend all of our time together”
I smile and give him a kiss on the lips
“Its okay baby, lets move on and just focus on ourselves” I say hugging him close to me
“I agree, lets go up to bed” Harry says grabbing me and holding me up, I wrap my legs around his waist
“lets go up, maybe I can show you how much I truly love you” Harry says and kissing my neck and tickles my sides
Loved your serpent Betty fic. Can you write something where Betty goes to see Jughead at the serpent bar and finds out her mother was a serpent from the older members. Which makes her a long lost serpent also she gets her own jacket to wear. Ending with Alice's reaction to Betty and Jughead in matching jackets?
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Betty asked, staring at the bright door that lead into the Southside bar.
“There my family Bets. If they don’t like you then they’re idiots and don’t deserve me or you.” Jughead said, gripping her small hand in his. Betty gave him a small smile and looked back at the door. “You ready?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.” Betty said, a determined look on his face. She started towards the door, pulling her boyfriend behind her by the hand.
He gave her a small chuckle before being pulled towards the blaring music. The door slammed shut once they were in the packed bar, all eyes turning to them. Betty was the first one to move, tugging at Jughead’s hand for both of them to move towards the pool table.
When she was walking back, she heard and caught on to some of the conversations some of the serpents were having with each other, but for the most part tried to ignore them.
“Is it her?”
“It can’t be.”
“She was pregnant when she left…”
“You don’t think…”
“Someone needs to ask her!”
“What if it is her?”
“Should we give it to her?”
Betty tried to ignore the serpents stares, but after a while she could feel them burning into her back. They reached the pool table, and when Jughead went for the wall to get ready, one of the largest serpents walked out of the crowd and stood in front of the petit blonde.
Jughead walked over and stood at her side. “Hey Viper! This is my girlfriend, Betty Cooper.” He said. When the Cooper name slipped out of his mouth, the whole bar gasped, mouths open.
“Betty Cooper huh?” Viper started, leather jacket tight around his shoulders. “Is there any chance your Alice’s girl?”
“Alice Cooper? Yeah, she’s my mom. Is that a problem?” Betty said, cracking her knuckles in fear.
Viper just laughed at the young girl, the rest of the bar joining in with him. Betty had a small smile on her face and looked around the bar with curiosity and confusion.
“She’s a Cooper! That means, she’s family.” Viper stated, placing one of his large hands on her shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze and shake.
Betty turned to Jughead, who had an equally confused look on his face. Betty turned back to Viper.
“What do you mean I’m family?” She asked, smile still on her face.
“Ah, old Ally never told you. She was a serpent. A pretty badass one too. She was super close with our own FP Jones.” he said, grabbing Jughead’s shoulder as well. Betty’s mouth was wide open as another serpent pushed a photo of her mom and FP when they were younger. She had a bright pink jacket wrapped around her shoulders, and FP had a matching black one.
She was about to start talking when Viper gave her something. The same pink jacket with the Southside Serpents logo on the back. It was her moms.
“Your a Cooper girl, a Jones girl, and now a serpent girl.” Viper said, pulling the pink jacket over Betty’s shoulders for her. Betty blushed and a huge smile was plastered onto her face. Jughead stood next to her in support, wearing her exact same jacket, but in black.
After a few more hours of pool, nachos, and storytelling, Jughead decided that it was time for them to head home. He tried to pry her pink jacket off of her back, but Betty refused.
“I think old Ally needs to see her old friend again. Don’t you Viper?” she said, a small smirk on her lips. Viper just nodded and kicked them both out of the bar.
When they finally got back from the bar, Betty turned to Jughead and told him that she needs to do it alone. He nodded and started to turn around, but stopped walking when Betty disappeared into the house.
He stood behind a tree, and started to leave after he heard Alice Cooper.
Kima and Allura sort out their feelings. (takes place sometime between Critical Role episodes 57 and 58)
Here’s the FIRST DEMO of my Kima and Allura duet! I love these two so much, and wanted to explore what they might have happened between them in their past and while they were waiting for Vox Machina to return.
Scene Premise: Allura is meditating, working on the arcane barrier protecting Whitestone, and Kima is impatiently waiting in the room.
Now that the demo is done, I’d really love to flesh this out into a more polished musical number. If you’d like to help at all (piano transposing, adding other instruments, redoing the composition, lyric change suggestions, singing for either singing part!) PM or message me!
Chrom & Lon'qu C-S Support + post-chapter 11 dialogue
This took me so long whoops, anyway I hope this is good! I ran it by a friend who has also played Awakening to make sure the supports were alright in length. Feel free to make whatever changes you need to, and I hope you feel better UV! Enjoy some ChromLonk. LonChrom. Cronk.
Chrom and Lon’qu Gay Awakening Support Logs
Chrom: *enters* Ah, Lon’qu! Have you just finished training?
Lon’qu: …Lord Chrom. Yes, I have.
Chrom: Oh, good! I realize we haven’t had much opportunity to speak since you joined us.
Chrom: Well, everyone in the Shepherds is like family to me, and I feel as if I’m able to lead them better if I know them as people as well as I know them as soldiers.
Lon’qu: No thank you.
Chrom: But I—
Lon’qu: Lord Chrom, I am not a Shepherd. I’m merely being loaned to your cause by Khan Basillio. There is no benefit to you “getting to know me”.
Chrom: But that’s—!
Lon’qu: Now if you will excuse me, I need to clean my weapon.
Chrom: …I knew he wasn’t much for conversation, but…this may be more difficult than I thought.
Chrom: Ah, Lon’qu! I was hoping I would run into you.
Lon’qu: Do you need something, Lord Chrom?
Chrom: Yes. About the other day, when you said there was no benefit in me getting to know you.
Lon’qu: Excuse me?
Chrom: Trust and morale are key to fighting as a group. And even if you won’t be here forever, as long as you are, you’re a Shepherd.
I’m not asking for you to trust me with your life’s story – I hear some of the others have been bothering you with that enough as it is - I just want you to see me as an ally.
I will take it into consideration.
Chrom: Thank you, Lon’qu. If at any time any of the questions I ask you become too personal or sensitive to you, just let me know. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.
Lon’qu: That’s…a relief. Alright, I shall answer your questions.
Chrom: Great! If you don’t mind starting right away, what foods do you like? I’m helping with food duty tonight and thought we should give you a proper Welcome-to-the-Shepherds meal.
Lon’qu: Foods I like…I am quite fond of potatoes, especially when I get to peel them. I find the repetitive motion calming.
Chrom: Ah, I feel the same way about practicing vertical slashes with the Falchion. If you want, you can help me with the potato-peeling tonight. There’s plenty to go through!
Lon’qu: Sounds nice. Thank you, Lord Chrom.
Chrom: Oof! Nice lunge! GRAAAAH!
Lon’qu: Ghh – and an excellent counter.
Chrom: I think that’s enough training for the time being. I appreciate you agreeing to show me Feroxi sword fighting methods.
Lon’qu: Considering you demonstrated your nation’s sword techniques in return, it was a fair exchange.
Chrom: By the way, other members of the army say that while you’re still fairly aloof, you’ve loosened up a bit. Have you finally settled in with us Shepherds, if only for a short while?
Lon’qu: …you know, perhaps I have. I admit, I’m quite surprised by it.
Back in Regna Ferox under Khan Basillio, I kept to myself and engaged in as little conversation as possible.
However, our regular chats have become less about duty and more like…something I have not had since I was a child.
Chrom: …a friend?
Lon’qu: If I may be so bold…yes, a friend. It’s been a long time since I had one. I…lost my last close companion to a group of bandits. Her name was Ke’ri…we were only children then, but her parents blamed me for her death…and so did I.
…I can hardly believe I’m even telling you this.
Chrom: Lon’qu…thank you for trusting me, and I’m so sorry about your friend. I’m glad that I’ve made you feel comfortable enough to talk like this. Remember, now that you’ve been one of us this long, the Shepherds welcome you with open arms anytime.
Lon’qu: Good to know. Thank you, Lord Chrom.
Chrom: Anything for a friend.
-Awww yeah S Support-
Chrom: Whoa! Lon’qu, you just completely destroyed that training mannequin in one blow!
Lon’qu: Wh–! Oh, L-Lord Chrom. You…startled me.
Chrom: Apologies, it was not my intention to – wait, are all these broken training dummies…your doing?
Lon’qu: …I’ve been training for a while now.
Chrom: This has to be nearly all the training dummies we had!
Lon’qu: …a long while.
Chrom: Lon’qu, is…everything alright? You’ve been acting awful skittish as of late.
Lon’qu: There is nothing wrong. My apologies, but I have to clean up all of this mess that I…accidentally wrought.
Chrom: Lon’qu, wait! Why are you avoiding me like this? And don’t think I haven’t realized that it’s me more than anyone else. It’s as if you’ve reverted back to before we began talking, but…different somehow.
Chrom: Did I…do something? Say something? …Do you wish for me to leave you alone?
Lon’qu: No! N-No, I…I received a message from Khan Basillio recently.
Chrom: O-Oh! What did the, uh, West Khan have to say? Nothing bad, I hope.
Lon’qu: …he said you sent him a letter. And that you mentioned me.
Lon’qu: …is everything alright with YOU, Lord Chrom?
Your face is…a concerning shade of red.
Chrom: L-Lon’qu, I, um…(Breathe, Chrom. Deeeep breaths.) I…did send a letter to the Khan. About you.
Lon’qu: …are my services no longer required?
Chrom: What?! No, that’s not it at all! It’s the opposite! I…I asked him if it was alright for me to offer you a permanent position among the Shepherds. And…for his blessing.
Lon’qu: His blessing? Why would a Prince need the blessing of a Khan?
Chrom: I did not ask for it as Prince of Ylisse…but as a man in love.
Lon’qu: A man in…oh.
Chrom: Lon’qu, when I first reached out to you it was because I worried about you fighting alone. The more we spoke, the more I learned about you, the more drawn to you I became. I was so happy when you told me you saw me as a friend, but…I began to see you as more.
I fell in love with you, selfish as it may be.
Lon’qu: …Lord Chrom…
Chrom: If you do not feel the same, I understand. I just hope that you can still see me as your friend.
Lon’qu: Lord Chro—
Chrom: A-And I do hope that you will still consider remaining a Shepherd—
Chrom: Wha – oh! You’re, uh, standing…very close.
Lon’qu: …I don’t know how to kiss you.
Chrom: Wh–! L-Lon’qu?
Lon’qu: Suddenly being tossed into the Shepherds was uncomfortable for me, and I purposely distanced myself from everyone, but you made sure I felt welcome and safe. You never crossed my barriers unless I lowered them willingly.
…I love you as well. I wish to stay with you, if you will have me.
Chrom: You…you do? I…I’m so glad! I was seriously worried for a second, there. Oh, here, I wanted to give you this.
Lon’qu: A ring? With the Ylissean royal crest…
Chrom: It was made when I was born, for me to give to whomever I chose to spend my life with. That person is you, Lon’qu.
Lon’qu: Thank you, Chrom. I will cherish it.
Chrom: …so, about that kiss…
-Special Chapter 11 marriage convo ayyyyyoooo-
Lon’qu: Where is he…ah! Chro—ahem, Lord Chrom!
Chrom: Were you looking for me, Lon’qu?
Lon’qu: I lost sight of you at the very end of the battle. I…wanted to ensure you were alright, considering…
Chrom: Thank you, Lon’qu. Apologies if I made you worried. I just…needed some air. Some time. To process…well, everything.
I thought I’d be celebrating the moment the Mad King was felled. That I would stand among the Shepherds and say some sort of speech on the victory. Instead, I’m standing here, suddenly numb and lost and overwhelmed all at once…
Lon’qu: If you need more time alone, I can leave—
Chrom: No! No, I…I don’t want to be alone. Would you mind staying with me while I calm myself?
Lon’qu: Not at all. Let me know if I can help.
Chrom: I just keep wondering what’s supposed to happen now. Do we just…go back to Ylisse? Try to just go back to our regular lives like nothing happened?
Lon’qu: …Lord Chrom, I do not know what it is like to lose an older sister.
But I do know what it is like to lose someone important to me. The pain is…unbearable. You half expect the whole world to stop because they are gone. But life goes on, whether you are ready or not.
Chrom: Life goes on…that’s right. What will you do, now that Gangrel has been defeated?
Lon’qu: I suppose I will be returned to Khan Basillio. He loaned my service to you for the purpose of the war, and now that it is over, so is the service.
Chrom: I see…don’t suppose I could change your mind?
Lon’qu: You wish for me to stay?
Chrom: Lon’qu, you have proven an excellent addition to the Shepherds. However, I…have a more selfish reason for not wanting you to leave.
I…I believe I love you.
Chrom: I saw the wall you had built around yourself, and at first my attempts to reach out to you were for the purpose of making you feel welcomed by the Shepherds, but…the more that wall fell, the more I was amazed by the man hidden behind it.
Yes, there’s no doubt. I love you, Lon’qu. The choice is yours, but…would you possibly consider staying by my side? Perhaps…marrying me?
Lon’qu: …Lord Chrom…no, I suppose I should simply refer to you as Chrom, shouldn’t I?
You are the first person I have opened my heart to in a long time. I trust you to have my back in battle, and my heart off it.
What I mean to say, Chrom…is that I reciprocate your feelings. And would be honored to remain with you for as long as I am able.
Chrom: Really? I’m so glad…with how shy you can be I was worried I’d scare you off asking your hand in marriage. Speaking of which, I should probably give you this. It’s a ring with the seal of the Exalted family, made at the time of my birth for whomever I chose to spend my life with.
Now then, we should probably get back to the others before Frederick the Wary starts a search party to look for us. Plus I have to let Khan Basillio know you’ll be staying in Ylisse.
ok but can you imagine not only Simon and Klavier being close friends, but those two AND Athena being a trio of friends? Like just imagine Athena thinking of Klavier as a big brother too and they all just chill together at each other's houses or hang out in the city and AHHH, I just love the thought of them all being close friends, o k a y
LISTEN I AM ALL ABOUT THIS.
So everyone knows I definitely see Klavier as a stepford smiler type who is actually super sad and lonely (especially post-aa6…but I guess really post-aa4). I’m imagining Athena one day rushing into Simon’s office on a Friday evening - where he actually has the next Saturday off - to grab him to go do “something fun for a change” (which usually means Simon is about to be dragged along on some impromptu trip that Athena planned). He just tells her that she at least owes him dinner as he gets his things ready, with Taka swooping over to his shoulder and greeting Athena in her own way.
They leave and after Simon locks his office door, he sees Klavier’s door still open. Instead of following Athena down the hall (she had of course bounced ahead, super excited to do…whatever they were going to do) he veered off and stood in Klavier’s doorway.
It took a moment for Klavier to notice him, though when he did, he smiled. “Ah, Simon! What can I do for you?”
“Actually I was just about to leave. Athena’s…got something planned for the evening. Don’t really know what, though,” he said as he looked down the hall to see a vaguely confused Athena motioning for her to follow him. “What are your plans?”
“Well…” Klavier’s eyes looked away for a moment before he shrugged. “Nothing, actually. I’ll probably just head home and heat up some dinner.”
No concerts? No clubs or parties? Simon raised an eyebrow and paused. “That’s settled then.”
Klavier looked confused. “Was?”
“You’re coming with me and Athena tonight.”
Klavier blinked a few times, still dumbfounded. “I…I don’t want to impose,” he eventually said, weakly smiling. “I’m sure you and-”
“Nonsense!” Athena peered in from behind Simon’s larger frame with a grin. “The more the merrier! Besides, with you along maybe I’ll have someone who can help me convince Simon to do some of this stuff!”
“What stuff exactly?” Simon looked less-than-amused.
“You’ll find out! Now come on, both of you!” And she was off, rushing down the hall again. Simon waited however, smiling at Klavier.
“You heard her. Let’s go.”
Klavier shut down his laptop and followed them out, feeling a swell of happiness form inside his chest.
This is what I was wearing when he told me I was a man.
This afternoon, I showered (whatever, I’m a writer, we wake up late), shaved my face (like I do every day to avoid as much shadow as possible) and picked out an outfit: today, the leopard-print wrap dress I got at a clothing swap, over a black shirt and tights. I applied my new liquid foundation to my face, thanking my lucky stars I could sort of afford it, since it’s better than my previous hand-me-down powder for adherence and covering the shadow that’s still there after I shave. (Someday I’ll afford electrolysis or laser treatments.) I paid extra attention to my upper lip and chin. Then, the fun part: applying earth tone eyeshadow from my well-worn palette, then eyeliner (I like to use a flame trick I learned to make pencil look liquid, even though I have liquid too; it makes cateyes look extra cool, especially with the leopard print), then mascara. I threw on a little lipstick and dabbed the color on my cheeks to use as blush. Looking in the mirror, I smiled: there’s my girl.
The whole process took about an hour and fifteen minutes from start to finish. I made sure I looked as close to “cis woman” as possible; after all, today I was to go on camera for The Mary Sue, filming an upcoming video about Wonder Woman. Nothing but perfection would suffice. I’d already gotten a few transmisogynistic remarks on my videos through social media in the past–hopefully passing better this time would keep them to a minimum.
When I walked out the door, I was met with an unexpected obstacle: the contractors renovating my building–one of whom I recognized from previous conversations, and the time he fixed my doorknob a week or two ago–had covered the stairs with glue for rubber covers, preventing me from exiting until it dried. Desperate to get to work moderately on time, I threw my bag to the one I knew and began shimmying down the banister feet-first. “Don’t look up my dress,” I chided, with a smile that reflected none of my terror.
I managed to get to the bottom with a minor assist from the contractor I didn’t know. As I collected my bag, one of my new neighbors appeared from whence I’d just came, and stepped on the tacky glue. “NO!” screamed both the contractors in unison, and my neighbor stepped back, frightened. He’d messed up their work. “Can you wait ten minutes until it dries?” they asked, as they had asked of me. His answer was the same as mine: “Uh, no, I gotta go.”
Then, without warning, the contractor whom I knew spoke: “Can you climb down like he did?”
I would have frozen, but I was late and already in motion–so, casting off the layer of ice which gripped my skin, I tartly replied “I’m not a boy, thank you” and left as my neighbor queried “What, like I’m Spider-Man?” (Answer: yeah, basically.) The last thing I heard was the contractor’s mildly surprised “oh.”
As I walked to the train, I was livid. All of my work crafting my face and body into something pretty and feminine had been for precisely nothing. I couldn’t even interact with one person before being casually misgendered, even at my most womanly. This man had seen me in skirts, dresses, and full makeup on numerous occasions, but for some reason–take your pick: my deeper-than-”normal” voice; my Adam’s apple; my still-discernible shadow; my cock, if he looked up my dress after all–he’d determined that I was not a woman to him, and should not be addressed as such, my visible effort to the contrary.
To my trans siblings reading this: it will never be enough for them, these cisgender men and women who tell lies to our face about their tolerance. No matter how well we pass for cis, no matter how many sacrifices we make, no matter how much time we spend obsessing over our presentation–it will never, ever be enough. We will never be granted the right to be respected inherently, on sight. Not without a fight. And we must be prepared to pick that fight, every single day, regardless of what it takes from us, takes from our quiet, our dignity. Because each time, the alternative is to die a little inside, until one day we wake up and we are dead.
To my cis allies: Now, I hope, you see what it is to be misgendered.
To my cis enemies: We are coming.
photo credit: Alec Bernal. Please do not reshare without credit.
I’m physically relaxed, my anxiety is gone, my face is clear, my soul is Cleansed, they don’t even have to be a good at healing like at all, it’s the thought that counts and that’s All that Matters to me tbh