Info; A oneshot series exploring supports between a variety of different characters. Because there was always those supports that we wished had happened.

Tile; A Lovesick Knight and an Oblivious Prince

Characters; Chrom and Cordelia, friendship

Summary; Chrom struggles to properly interact with one strange Cordelia. Fainting and minimal swooning ensues.

Disclaimer; I own nothing, and all rights go where and when they are due

Support Outtakes

Chrom x Cordelia

C Support

"Hhhaaaa!' Chrom cried aloud and thrusted the lance forward, sounding as it pierced the surrounding air. He grunted and relaxed his muscles, looking down at the practice weapon in dissatisfaction. "It doesn't feel right."

He had been practicing using the weapon for what felt like hours, and he felt like his form is nowhere near acceptable. He felt he lacked power behind his thrusts, and it still felt so foreign in his inexperienced hands. His grip tightened around the weapon, feeling the urge to snap the dastardly thing in two.

"No, I have to stay calm. Robin will kill me ifI break another one of these." He sent the inanimate object a stern glare before forcing himself to take a calming breath. "Maybe I should get some help."

But who? He did not want to bother Fredrick while he was with Robin doing some strange training - something about bears? He didn't quite understand exactly. Maybe he could ask one of the other Shepherds for assistance...

"Oh I know who to ask! Cordelia!" He declared loudly, nodding his head at the thought. "I'll just go, and..."

Crash.

Before he even had a chance to take a step, he was startled by a loud clatter. He jumped back, took a defensive stance, and waited, watching as a slightly disheveled, redheaded pegasus knight followed by her steed emerge from behind the lines of tents.

His body quickly relaxed, the adrenaline giving way to complete shock. "C...Cordelia?"

Her face flared into a beet red at the sounded her name, and she said, "Y-you c-called, my lord?"

"How did you hear me? And how did you get here so fast?" he asked in complete disbelief, scanning his surroundings. He was sure several moments ago he was practicing all by himself.

"O-oh it wasn't like I-I was far. I-I was just st-standing around the corner g-getting something for S-Sumia when I heard y-you say my n-name," she said, consciously smoothing her hair.

She quickly turned to look at her pegasus, noticing she was staring at her knowingly, accusingly. Cordelia huffed and glared back. It wasn't like she was lying. She really was helping Sumia with some miscellaneous chores. But it wasn't like she was working was on the complete opposite side of the campsite. It wasn't like she dropped everything she was doing and hopped on her pegasus just because she heard Chrom say her name. Nope. Definitely not.

She blinked and looked back at her steed, at the deadpan look in the horse's face, and snapped her head away. "D-did you n-need anything?"

"Oh, yes! I was wondering if you'd be willing go help me train with lances."

Cordelia stared at him in nearly open-mouthed shock. "M-me?"

"Yes, the other Shepherds are always speak so highly of your skills, and you always seem to handle a lance with such ease. I was hoping you'd share your secrets and teach me."

"R-r-r-really?" Chrom blinked and nodded his head. She exhaled sharply, the redness in her cheeks becoming even more pronounced. "I-I'm... I'm unworthy of such praise... I-it would be a privilege to help you, my lord."

"So perhaps you could assist me another time." Considering the strange color on her cheeks, he was afraid that she was sick. He grew progressively more worried when she began to wobble and sway, leaning on her pegasus for support. He instinctively glanced over to the steed, who seemed to have a handle on her suddenly woozy rider, before glancing to the redhead. "I should go find Robin and speak to talk about battle plans anyways. Bye."

Cordelia did not trust her mouth to speak. She just nodded her head dumbly as Chrom nodded his head towards her and made his way off in the campsite. She sighed wistfully and leaned against her horse more comfortably, gentle warmth wrapping around her heart and a dreamy gleam shining in her eyes.

"He called for me..." The sound of her Pegasus winny snapped her out of her daze. She stood herself more upright and shot her steed a harsh look. "Shush. I can do this. Don't look at me so doubtfully."

The pegasus snorted in reply. She rolled her eyes and guided the horse out, trying not to care too much about the feeling in her heart.

B Support

"Perhaps I should teach him that move? No, that's too basic. Chrom is much too skilled for such simple things. Maybe...? No..."

She sighed heavily to herself and continued pacing along the edges of the camp, holding her lance worriedly in her hands. She was given such an incredibly important task – plan the perfect training regimen for the Ylissean prince. He praised her skills, considered highly of her, and most likely expected a flawless training session with her. She could not disappoint him or let him down.

Making something something that suited a royal's standards proved harder than she had anticipated.

"It has to be perfect... It has to be perfect..."

"Cordelia?"

She jumped in surprise, her heart fluttering wildly in her chest at the sound of his voice.

"M-my lord! W-what are you doing here?" she said, mentally kicking herself for stuttering.

"Looking for you." Chrom walked closer to her, practice lance in hand. "I thought you were going to help me train?"

"I-I-I will! I j-just wanted to m-make the perfect t-training s-schedule for you!" she said, mentally kicking herself once again. Why could she not talk straight?

'Oh right. Because it's him.'

As she looked up at him, at his gentle, concerned eyes, she found herself only growing more flustered, fighting against the redness that was rising in her cheeks.

"It does not need to be perfect. I just wanted you to give me a few pointers," he said, studying her expression carefully. He frowned, sighed, and took a step back. "I did not mean to push you into helping me. I understand if you do not want to. I'm sorry."

She stared in confusion. What?

"I did not meant to bother you like this... I'll go and leave you be."

"No..." She watched in sheer horror as Chrom smiled apologetically at her, and walk away. "No, my lord, that isn't...!"

Then Cordelia, one of the top pegasus knights, considered by many a genius in all respects, performed the worst cliché possible. In the midst of her frantic attempts to stop him, she tripped over herself, watching as her face grew closer to the ground.

"Cordelia!"

She felt something warm wrap around her, catching her before she could taste dirt. She blinked a moment in confusion, resting her face against the warm, hard surface, before slowly coming to an embarrassing conclusion.

"Are you okay?"

She instinctively tensed, her heart hammering against her rib cage, as she slowly looked up. She felt every fiber of her being freeze at the sight. He stood so close to her, standing only a few inches away from her face. She could see every detail of his face, the smooth planes of his features, his fine lashes, his soft lips...

As she processed her position further, her face only grew redder and redder. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out, only strange, foreign semblances of sounds.

"Cordelia?"

Standing in his arms, hearing the sound of her names through his lips... It that proved all too much for her to take. Everything in her line of vision faded into darkness.

"Cordelia?! Cordelia!"

Despite shaking her a bit, calling her name, she was completely and utterly passed out. Chrom sighed.

"Oh gods... why does she act like this..."

A Support

"I am an idiot."

Cordelia stood desolately at the outskirts of the camp, sighing heavily to herself. Her pegasus beside her whinnied as if in agreement. She turned quickly to glare at the animal, but winced instead when she moved her shoulder the wrong way.

"You don't need to rub it in. I already admitted it."

After all, only a fainthearted idiot would faint in Chrom's arms. Really, Phila would scold her for such behavior. She was a noble pegasus knight for gods sake, not some fainthearted romance novel heroine. Then she had to to go and get injured like this... in front of Chrom of all people.

The winged horse regarded her, judging her perhaps, before nuzzling gently against the side of her face in sympathy.

"Oh why does this happen?" she lamented, petting the horse's snout. "Why do these sorts of things never work out for me..."

"Cordelia!"

She jumped at the sound of his voice and turned quickly to face him, her elation tempered by the pain in her shoulder. She almost thought it was a dream, some sad fantasy to see Chrom rushing over towards her. There was no reason for him to seek her out, especially considering she embarrassed herself in front of him numerous times.

Seeing the distinctive wrinkle in his brow, the subtle frown on his lips, the slight nudge from her pegasus, she came to the realization that he was indeed real.

She collected herself immediately bowed her head, focusing her gaze to the grassy floor. "M-my lord, w-what are you d-d-doing here?"

"Looking for you. Lissa told you that you had already left the infirmary." He softened his expression as he glanced over towards her shoulder. "How's your injury?"

"It's fine," she answered glibly, fighting the warmth from rising in her cheeks and the butterflies to quit fluttering in her stomach.

"It wasn't fine. It was a serious wound."

"I have e-endured worse. I s-should have been more v-vigilant than to g-get injured like this," she said slowly, trying to control herself.

'Stupid heart. Stop pounding like this.'

"No, I should have been more vigilant because I was the one that should have gotten injured."

She snapped her head up in surprise. Her eyes widened when the sternness of his features seemed softer, the edges of his lips turning into an apologetic frown.

"It was not your fault. I was careless You did not need to jump in front of me like that. No one should get injured on my account..."

"No, cease talking like that." He flinched back at the surprising sternness in her voice, gawking at the sudden fierceness in her features. "You are not careless nor did I protect you out of duty. I did it out of respect." Chrom blinked in surprise. She felt a slight warmth in her cheeks and almost fell over when her steed nudged her, shooting her a cautionary stare. She cleared her throat and continued, "I mean, we all respect and look up to you. You may be our leader and prince, but you are still a human being. Even the greatest of men need help from their comrades."

All he did was stare at her, wide eyed, perhaps a little dumbstruck. Slowly, by the rising heat in her cheeks, at the wide-eyed stare from her steed, she began to feel more steadily aware of everything she had just said.

She mentally kicked herself for her impulsiveness. "A-ah. I spoke out of turn. I apologize..."

"There is no need." She felt her mouth clamp shut. "You're right... After all, what defines a great leader is his people. I forget that I'm not alone to bear these burdens." She silently stood still as he examined her expression, praying to Naga that her face was for once a normal color. Her heart twisted when his lips suddenly curled into a wide smile. "It's funny. For the longest time I thought you never liked me."

"What?" That caught her completely off-guard.

"I suppose it's silly for me to think that. It's just I rarely see you around camp, and when I finally managed to seek you out, I thought you were avoiding me. I assumed it was because you did not like me much as a person."

He could not be any further from the truth. The pegasus snorted and rolled her eye. Cordelia pressed her lips tighter together, stopping herself from confessing right there and then.

"But I realized that perhaps I was wrong. It is an honor and privilege to call you a friend."

The pain in her shoulder seemed to vanish in an instant, replaced with a different kind of sting. She dropped her gaze, wrapping her hands over her arms.

"Yes, of course. Friends," she murmured softly.

Just friends. That's all they are. That's all they could be. She bit the side of her cheek and focused her eyes on the tips of her boot, fighting an instinctive sting.

Then her head snapped up when she felt something touch her arm. She felt her mind grow blank, mesmerized by the gentleness in his eyes, the warmth radiating from his smile.

"If you don't mind, maybe we could begin my lesson another time? Properly?"

She dumbly nodded her head, her mouth too dry to speak. His face seemed to light up, pleased by the response.

"Excellent! I will see you later then. Please get some rest."

"I will, my lord," she whispered, watching him walk away.

She knew they could be just friends. It wasn't meant to be. Still, there was nothing wrong with indulging those little hopeful thoughts, that niggling warmth that spread through her body and numbed the painful longing in her chest. She smiled and allowed herself to enjoy that one moment, a single sweet dream.

She released a wistful sigh. 'Goodbye, my sweet prince, my love...'

A/N: So I decided to kickoff this series with the pairing I've always wished have support conversations - Cordelia and Chrom. I know why they never supported one another, but they could have done at least a friendly A support... I'm debating on exploring a possible S Support between the two.

As for the story format, I'm focusing on making these to be more dialogue driven mirror the game supports. As time goes on, my format may change, but I'll see.

Otherwise, I'll update this when I can (due to school being the absolute death of me). Thanks for reading!