I'm always so bummed that Sumia has so few supports, especially with there being very promising and funny supports between certain characters, cough Lon'qu cough, so for the other bachelors out there, I'm writing out possible supports for them with her!

Updates will vary but I'll try to have this updated as much as possible.

I will not work Cynthia's supports into this or do another fic for her; her supports will always just flow the same with any father she has.

So, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!

C Support

"Ah," Virion bid, his voice a pleasant hum in the quiet morning of the stables. He was passing by to find a pleasant place to drink some tea, for it was always good to have teas in different spots; only to stop when he spotted Sumia with her pegasus. Like any gentleman, he stops to bid a fair good morning. "Hello dear Lady Sum—"

Just as she turned to smile and greet him, her pegasus reached over and chomped right onto his cravat. "Gah!" Virion stuttered as he was reeled closer, the winged horse trying to get the cloth free from his neck.

Gasping, Sumia tried to get her to let go. "Nonononononoo, that's not food sweetie, let it go!"

Her efforts were in vain as the horse refused to let go, snorting hot breathe in the duke's face.

Feeling the cloth tighten around his neck, Virion quickly cut loose from it, falling onto his rear and staring up helplessly as the pegasus shook her head, nibbling on the cloth. "My cravat," he whimpered, gaping up at it.

Cringing, Sumia insisted, "Bad girl, bad girl," trying to get the cloth out of the horse's mouth. "I'm so sorry Virion! I'll get it back to you as soon as possible."

Virion opened his mouth and closed it again, gaping like a bass out of water as he watched his precious cravat get chewed away. "…No, it's… fine dear Sumia. I can always get another one," he assured, forcing a smile as he got up, dusting his clothes and leaving quickly, Sumia wincing as she stared after him.

"That's a really bad girl," she told the pegasus, reaching for it again. If only she was just a little taller…

B Support

"He will accept it," she whispered, plucking a petal off the current flower in hand. There were just so few petals left she was starting to get nervous. "He won't," she said grimly, plucking another away.

"He will."

"He won't…"

"Won't what?" Virion asked, glancing at the growing pile of flower stems beside her. "Oh!" she squeaked, dropping the current flower she held. Blushing, she stammered, "S-sorry, didn't see you there Virion…"

"Ah it's is fine dear Sumia, I can be quieter than a mouse," he boasted. "Is this your famous flower fortunes?"

Smiling she said yes. "I heard you did some fortunes as well?" she asked.

With a wave of his hand and sweeping his blue hair to the side, Virion proudly declared, "I've studied quite a bit of the art of fortune. I can read the tea leaves at the bottom of cup and look into the near future through someone's palm, and have used tarot cards once or twice—"

Sumia sighed, "I can only do flower fortunes." He sounded like the better fortune teller of the army, she might not be needed for such things anymore…

Virion waved her worries away. "Don't be so glum dear! Seeing you so down is like the sun has been covered by grey clouds; just hiding the light away and leaving us without the color of the world."

"Really?" she mumbled, not entirely believing him.

"Yes. For my dear, you are the only one here that can do flower fortunes, and that is far different than my form. Yours is like the voice of nature itself," he promised her, sounding so sure. Sumia did perk and smile. She did like the thought that her fortunes range true because they were promises from nature itself.

Which reminded her why she was consulting the flowers in the first place.

"Oh! Virion? Have, have you by chance gotten a new cravat yet?" His neck was still bare, which was a strange sight to see. And by how Virion faltered, Sumia could believe no, he hasn't.

"Alas," he sighed, "no I have not, there are so few here in Ylisse, even less in Plegia. And the few I do find just… well, they aren't like my old one, hand stitched by my own grandmother."

Oh dear. "I'm—I'm so sorry!" she gushed once more, flushing red. Just how could her sweet baby girl do that? How could Sumia even hope to stitch the cravat up perfectly? And now knowing that his grandmother made it for him…

Oh dear she probably made it worse.

"Tis fine," he repeated, "I'm sure things like this happens quite a few—" Sumia didn't hear him though. Gushing, she cried another apology as she scrambled up and ran from him, only to trip and wind up landing on her face before she could completely escape the barracks. "Oh dear!" Virion exclaimed, rushing after her. "Are you ok?!"

A Support

Virion sighed, staring at his bare neck. Nearly a week now and still nothing. Ylisse and Plegia really didn't have any cravats for him to replace. He was starting to think Rosanne was unique in that fashion for nobles.

He started at the shy tap on his tent flap, drawing him away from the mirror. Easing it open, he smiled broadly at the sheepish pegasus knight that peered back.

"Dear lady Sumia!" he exclaimed, "what a pleasant surprise! I did not think to see you—"

"I'm here to apologize again," she rushed in before he could go on. "My sweet baby girl should have known better. I still can't believe she did that."

Virion waved her apology away. "It is fine my dear. That was days ago! And it must have looked strange to a pegasus, after all, it appears that cravats are… rare here."

"Only in Rosanne?" she wondered.

"So far it appears so. Rosanne has always been a bit more… classier, if I may so boast. We're a fairly refined civilization. You would have loved to see it Lady Sumia, we have flowers upon flowers there, all different kinds and colors."

"Oh that sounds marvelous," the pegasus knight gushed, letting herself get washed over in the country she has yet to see. "It sounds truly beautiful."

"It is," Virion confirmed. "Ylisse may be handsome with its forests and golden fields, but I will always preserve Rosanne as one of the most beautiful nations in the world."

Sumia smiled, "Well it is your home Virion."

He smiled, nostalgic and sad. "Yes," he bid, "it is. And once this war is done, I hope to return and rewin my people over. I'm sure they're still very sore with my actions."

"It did save them…"

"They do not like to think so my dear. It's more abandonment for them." He sighed, "Alas, it will take time and effort, but it will be done." He cracked a smile, "And along the way, get a new cravat. I'm sure the tailor would not oppose to the money I would offer for a new… even if it won't be as finely built… I wouldn't be surprised if they downright ruin one on purpose…"

"You would still wear it, even if your people purposely ruined it?" she wondered.

"Why but of course! Whether an insult or not, a gift from my people is a gift that I shan't refuse. It's the least I can do for them. and it's a good show of patience wearing a horribly stitched cravat by them… though no doubt it will probably be itchy, and windy and… it'll do, for it does feel quite strange not having it upon my neck…"

"Maybe… well, maybe you don't need it now then but… I still, want to…"

"Yes my dear?"

Red faced, and uttering something unintelligible, she held his cravat, his stitched cravat. The blue haired duke gaped at the sight, tenderly taking it. "I tried my best," she said quickly, "and it was almost done and then I learned that your grandmother stitched it and… oh, I can't make anything that good but I thought you'd want it back either way and… I'm sorry! It won't happen again!" She rushed away once more, leaving Virion with his newly stitched cravat.

S Support

"Lady Sumia," Virion bid.

Sumia jumped, quickly grasping her Pegasus in case she made a move towards the duke again. The winged horse did eye that newly fixed cravat, and the nervous duke kept a wise distance away.

"Virion!" she returned with a broad smile, "I did not expect to see you this morning!"

"Were you about to go off for a flight?" he asked.

"Yes, she is quite fond of early morning flights, as does Cordelia. I think she enjoys hanging out with her mare too."

"Well, if you're busy I can see you later—"

"Oh no! It's fine! What did you need?"

"I wanted to thank you for taking the time to stitch up my cravat, even when you didn't have too—"

"Oh but I had too! It's my fault that your cravat was damaged, I only wish I had done a better job…"

"Oh but you did my dear! Finest stitching I could ask for. My grandmother would have been pleased to see it so well taken care of."

She smiled, blushing at the compliment. "I, I did try my best. Never stitched a cravat before. But I'm glad it came out so well."

"Stupendous," Virion praised, holding the cloth up to peer down at it, smiling broadly. "I can't thank you enough for fixing it."

"I just glad to have been able to fix it. It's very important to you after all. Uh, I guess there is… one thing I could ask for as thanks."

"Oh?" Virion pressed, raising a blue brow, a little wary.

"I would like to see Rosanne sometime. All those flowers, the people… it sounded like they really loved you from what you told me, and I'm sure that they still love you, despite what you think. They're just upset that you didn't give them a chance to fight for you."

Virion stared, long and hard before a queasy smile graced his lips. "Optimistic my dear," he said at last. "I do doubt that they still love me, but I do hope to regain their trust once more. As for your request, Lady Sumia, I would be happy to take you to Rosanne. I would be happy to have you support and help me bring my home back to its feet."

She gasped as he held out a small box, opening it to reveal a ring. "Are, are you sure?"

"You have been inspiring and supportive," the duke told her. "You have picked me up when I was down. I think Rosanne would love to have you, just as I would like to have you at my side."

"Oh Virion," Sumia murmured, "you've helped inspire me too. I have so many doubts— but, thank you, for being there and being supportive too."

Smiling softly, he asked, "Would you and your pegasus join me when I return to my home?"

"Even if she eats your cravat again?"

"Even if she does, she is just as much a part of you; I could not separate that. And it'll be nice to have her in Rosanne."

"Then yes! We'll go with you back to Rosanne!"

"Magnifique!"

Magnifique is French for marvelous, and Virion I've seen speak French a few times