#//is this the year to give chrom heart attacks?

[mermaus]

Dropping my schweet Robyn lore bomb (now including childhood thanks to the new FEH units), in timeline order: Bear in mind this is canon divergent and trying to fill in plotholes.

Robyn is of plegian descent, she is the biological child of Validar and an unnamed woman, she is also the younger twin with her equally named brother Robin being older by about two hours. The reason for this naming is because since they both were also born with the mark of Grima, also carrying a heart of Grima, this made them the first perfect vessels in over 1,000 years, there was no reason to give them opposing names as regardless, a robin would become the vessel and they were to obey.

Knowing the dark and evil fate that could befall her children, the twin's mother took her infant children and fled from both plegia, and her former husband into the night and never looked back, desperate to protect her children. Their mother would flee to Ylisse and raise them in secrecy and isolation for many years. During this time, their mother would not speak about Validar, only saying her was strict and unkind. She also raised the twins to keep their grima brand's hidden, telling them they were a sign of bad omens and it was best for their sake to keep them hidden, which lead to the twins always wearing a glove that covered their right hand.

When the twins were 7 years old, they came into contact with the Ylissian royalty: Chrom and Lissa, as well as their retainer, Frederick. During this time the twins, Robyn especially, formed a close bond with the prince. She tutored him in strategy and tactic books, and he taught both her and her brother how to fight with swords. Robyn eagerly watching Chrom and her brother engage in many practice duels. Robyn herself was quite fond of Chrom, finding his positive outlook endearing, but also envied how simple his world view was compared to hers. But, at the end of the day, he became someone she liked being around.

These happy and fun days would eventually come to an end when after 7 years of searching the twins were finally found, being attacked by grimleal who intended to bring them back to Validar. Chrom, the twins and their other friends desperately tried to fight back and protect the twins, but due to their age and inexperience, they were swiftly defeated. Not wanting to lose his friends, Chrom did his best to hold off the grimleal while the twins escaped north to Ferox. Validar arrived too late, and in his anger, erased any and all memories of his children from the minds of the Ylissian's so they could not run back to them. The twins would remain MIA for the next 10 years.

Canon divergence lore note #1: The trauma of the battle with the grimleal caused Robyn to suffer many bouts of amnesia for the next 10 years, she forgot everything from her childhood, with her brother being her only constant as he did his best to take care of her. Any attempt to try and regain her memories caused her to lose them again.

Canon divergence lore note #2: Robin, the older brother, is the only one who can retain his memories. He remembers their childhood, he remembers the events of the prologue (of either himself or Robyn killing Chrom), and knows everything that is going to happen during the events of the story. He is not allowed to speak about it, thus all he can do is painfully watch from the sidelines and try to, in his own silent way, make gentle nudges into trying to change the course of history and hopefully save his sister, whom he knows is going to die.

Canon divergence lore note #3: Despite having his memory wiped, Chrom vaguely remembers Robyn. He cannot remember her face or her name, and any hazy memories he does have are just a silhouette, all he can recall is that he knew a girl he really wanted to protect, and got stronger should he ever meet this girl again.

10 years later, albeit the reason unknown, the twins wind back up in Ylisse, both found unconscious in a field by the ylissian royalty, Chrom and Lissa. During this time they join the shepherds, a faction run by Chrom in order to protect the people of Ylisse from harm. The twins assist the ylissian's in the impending war against plegia, gaining the help of ferox and a mysterious swordswoman named Marth.

During the course of these events, Robyn and Chrom grow close once more, as they did when they were children. Robyn had become his right hand tactician, and they worked together to create their small army. This culminates in a soft budding romance between the two, and on the battlefield in plegia, Chrom asked Robyn to marry him when the war was over.

Canon divergence lore note #4: During the plegian war, whilst storming the castle to kill the exalt, Emmeryn, Validar discovered and recognized his children. He had contemplated which one he should take back with him to convert into a vessel. However, at the time, he was defeated before he could decide.

-- Timeskip Era --

After the war, Chrom and Robyn get married. Chrom becomes the new exalt of Ylisse after the tragic loss of his sister Emmeryn during the war, Robyn is crowned his queen consort. Two years into their marriage, they have conceived and bore their first child: Princess Lucina. About a month after Lucina was born, while Chrom and Robin were away on business in ferox, Validar storms the castle and kidnaps Robyn, dragging her back to plegia with him.

Canon divergence lore note #5: During her time in his capture, in order to wear her down enough mentally to willingly become grima's vessel, Validar would isolate Robyn in a cell and had her repeatedly tortured until she became numb to pain, and was constantly deprived of food and water so she would become dependent on her father, willing to do whatever he demanded in order for a semblance of care. Within a few months, she would be corrupted and possessed by the fell dragon. Grima taking full control was she was forced into subconscious submission, unable to regain control and be helplessly aware of her actions as Grima made her attack her husband, brother, and former friends for many months.

Across the war against Valm, Robyn, under the control of Grima as his vessel, is forced to fight against Chrom and her brother Robin. With Grima's personality at the forefront, she is presented as aggressive and sadistic, with Grima taunting her loved ones through her body, claiming she was gone and never coming back. This continues all the way up to the battle at the dragon's table.

Canon divergence lore note #6: In Robin's premonition of the events of "Invisible Ties", it was Robyn who kills Chrom, under grima's control and unable to stop herself. Desperate to change fate, there was a day during the era of peace where Robin finally broke his silence and pulled Chrom and his sister aside to forewarn them of this day to come.

During the events of the timeline's "Invisible Ties", the same events of the premonition play out, however, much to Validar's ire, Robyn had successfully regained control of herself long enough to weaken the attack she used on Chrom. Instead of killing him, she minorly wounded him. Due to this, she is forced off the battlefield by Validar. However, this ends with Validar being killed, and the ylissian's reclaiming the fire emblem from his corpse.

As a last resort, Grima uses Robyn to finally revive himself, a feat that not only greatly weakens her body, but also weakens his hold on her as he is no longer contained within her body.

During the final battle upon Grima's back, Robyn, now finally able to control herself once more, begs her brother to slay her, which in turn would slay Grima as well. Since Robin is considered part of Grima as well, killing her would effectively be killing Grima "by his own hand".

Despite his hesitations and desperate pleadings of Chrom to spare her, Robin obliges her request, knowing this was likely going to be the end result from the very start. Forced to kill his own sister, Robyn gives a tearful goodbye to her family and allies, promising that they might meet again in another life, before she disintegrates, ridding the world of Grima once and for all.

With Grima gone, Robin no longer bears the mark of Grima on his hand, and is able to live his life as a human. However, the trauma and loss of his sister made him a recluse, with Chrom being his closest confidant. However, both they, and the rest of the army hold out hope that she will return to them one day.

Canon divergence lore note #7: Robyn's body remains missing for nearly a decade, before once again waking up in the field she was found in many years ago. It is here she is found by Chrom and Lissa again, as the two had visited the spot regularly for years in hopes of finding her there again one day. In this happy end, she returns to her life by Chrom's side, reuniting with her brother and daughter and later having her second child with Chrom, Prince Morgan. She lived out the rest of her life in peace with her family.

[stardust-3saders]

Some time ago I got tagged by the wonderful @aeons-domain and @anikasenkujo on this character inspiration sheet (thank you both so much! It was pretty fun!).

As an Oc that has been with me for 10+ years, Lia has gone through a lot of changes, but I think these characters are the closest to how I've always wanted people to perceive her!

Character descriptions and template under the cut!

Also, tagging whoever wants to join!

Nora Valkyrie (RWBY): A happy-go-lucky, bubbly and playful young woman, Nora is mainly characterized by her boundless enthusiasm. When Nora talks, many of her words may sometimes come out randomly without her actually giving much thought to anything she comes up with. This is caused by her tendency to jump into a different topic most of the time and her rather peculiar imagination. Because of this and her free-spirited attitude, Nora's personality changes according to her mood, and she is prone to becoming a nuisance to the people around her, losing the point of a conversation, or even experiencing anxiety attacks. However, Nora is more insightful than one might think and is capable of being serious when most necessary.

Laurie Strode (Halloween): She’s very methodical, and she stays on task. She’s very head-strong, and she’s very focused. She’s very confident, even though she has a lot of fears, and she’s not easily intimidated. She likes to think everything through, and she’s very sure of herself. She’s very intelligent, and she’s very good at what she does. Laurie is confident in herself, but she’s also very aware of her weaknesses. She’s not perfect, and she knows that she has things that she needs to work on. She’s very determined, and that’s another reason why she’s so successful. She’s very confident in herself, so she doesn’t let anything get under her skin.

Micaiah (Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn): Micaiah is a very caring and empathetic individual, but tends to be somewhat bitter at times, a result of both her treatment as a Branded prior to the story and the abuse of Daein and its citizens by the Begnion Occupational Army. She cares deeply for the people of Daein, and refuses to stand idly by while they suffer under their control. She pays little mind to her own needs or even her health, always putting the people and her country first; indeed, her Sacrifice skill is effectively her self-sacrificing nature manifesting as a magical power.

*You can probably tell, but she was mainly appearance inspiration (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

Fem! Robin (Fire Emblem: Awakening): They are highly ingenious, creating strategies on the fly and even whipping up "crazy" plans or new war tactics out of pure inspiration. Because of their strategic mindset, Robin is highly perceptive to the others' feelings, and can figure out the source of most people's inner turmoils in a matter of a few important conversations. Robin is an avid reader of books. They have a penchant for history, but they're also a fan of reading novels as well. While friendly, they have a tendency of getting exasperated over the antics of some of the more colorful cast members. They generally care about the well being of everyone in army, and not just Chrom.

*Yeah, I know Robin is pretty much an avatar, but as I played Awakening I found myself wanting them to act a bit different, thus starting to get into Ocs for the first time.

Hiyori Iki (Noragami): Hiyori is a kind-hearted and brave individual who will go out of her way to help someone in danger, even if she does so at risk to her own safety. This extends not only to her loved ones, but also to strangers. She has a strong moral compass and is usually willing to speak out against others if she feels their actions are wrong, although she has shown herself to be slightly more lenient at times when the matter concerns a friend. She is very perceptive of those around her, able to see good intentions behind others' seemingly cruel words or actions.

Eirika (Fire Emblem: Sacred Stones): Eirika is a very kindhearted and caring person. She is shown to care deeply for everyone, especially the ones precious to her. Despite her dislike of fighting, she is shown to be very brave in the face of adversity; she will never deny help to anyone who needs it, and she will fight to protect her friends and her kingdom.

[convxction]

“Big....Sister?”

[iturbide]

THE ALTS HAVE NOT BEEN REVEALED YET THEYRE JUST GONNA BE GETTING THEM you will be happy to know that Chrom and Tiki both got 1st place in this years CYL (also I haven't played feh since getting the chrobin valentine alt so. Woops)

FLOOPLE PLEASE YOU'RE GOING TO GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK LIKE MY IDIOT KITTEN SONS

(guess which one of them keeps trying to treat the top of a flatscreen tv like a balance beam. go on. guess.)

I at least knew that they both got first though I signed on...very briefly to try for Summer Claude (and failed miserably despite him being the demote so dropped it again), but I will check back in for Brave Chrom. I need him. You have to understand how much I need him.

[yukiwrites]

A New Chapter

Thank you for the support as always, @breeachuu! I hope you like the pilogue for Wolfie's story~ Watch out ye who reads, for the sin!

Summary: With the end of the war, it was time to bring in a new beginning. With Caspar by his side, Wolfie now had only the future to look forward to, a future alongside the one he loved and the family he had left behind to fulfill his mission...

Commission info HERE and HERE!

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The end of the war.

Surely there was not one person who felt the same about the outcome of the almost six years long war. Some were overjoyed, some had lingering regrets, some even felt bitter at the destruction that it had left in its wake.

It did not feel real for the first few hours after the defeat of the emperor. What happened after a war? What did the living do during times of peace? War scarred people in a way that made them forget how it was to simply live.

Wolfram had heard from his siblings that the end of their fighting left a bitter taste in their mouths, especially due to the destruction of their original world. Since a long time had passed after the end of the first Plegia-Ylisse war, Wolfram never heard about how Chrom hadn’t felt happy after dealing with the Mad King. Basilio, at that time, had said that victory could be bitter as well as sweet, though there was no way for Wolfie to know that.

To him, the end of the war carried the sweetest of tastes. It carried the taste of his blossoming love for Caspar, as well as the end of his lonely days.

The end of the fighting, which Wolfram grew to despise. Hearing about the hopeless battles his siblings had to go through made him wary enough of any fights -- and having to participate in a war at all was enough to make Wolfie want to distance himself from such things as much as he could.

Thus, Wolfram was overjoyed with the end of the war. There would be no more fights in his near future, nor would he need to worry to look over his shoulder in order to keep a secret he never wanted to hide in the first place.

This end meant a new beginning to Wolfie. It was the dawn of a new chapter of his long, long life -- this time, accompanied by his beloved Caspar.

Even though they hadn’t actually made any plans for the future, Wolfram took the trip back home with Caspar as a given, while they walked around camp hand in hand.

Most of the classmates from Garreg Mach still had many issues to resolve -- some would need to return to their estates right away while others wanted to help with the war relief. That was especially the case for those who still saw byleth as the guiding hand that had helped decide the outcome of their lives, so some of them even proclaimed to stay by her side for as long as they could.

Dimitri would be crowned King of the new Unified Fódlan, so he would need all the help he could get -- now especially that he and Byleth would unite through marriage and run both the political and religious sides of Fódlan together.

Wolfie would be lying if he said he was surprised by the fact that there was something going on between Dimitri and Byleth -- he had seen how deep their bond had been since five years ago, so being witness to their love brought him overflowing warmth that fell through his eyes.

He had embraced both the future King and the Professor with warm tears on his cheeks, laughing happily at how there were many new, hopeful chapters being opened with him at the center. He truly couldn’t contain his happiness at how despite witnessing the end of an Empire, that also meant that he was looking at the birth of a great Kingdom from the closest seat possible.

That made Wolfram more emotional than he could handle, even while being sometimes surprised by Caspar’s sudden pecks at his lips -- which, if Wolfie was being frank, were dangerous to his heart’s health. He didn’t know if he would faint from palpitations from Caspar’s rough sneak attacks or from his heart bursting with happiness.

The half-manakete could barely sleep during the march back to the monastery, taking it upon himself to stretch his wings every single night. The cold air felt good in his permanently-red cheeks -- now that he and Caspar had shared their feelings, sleeping beside his boyfriend in a tent full of other people made Wolfram hot and bothered -- so he welcomed the moonlight in high spirits.

Besides, the hair that Caspar had given him still weighed deeply inside Wolfram’s pocket. Now, more than ever, he wanted to make that jewel with these feelings into his fire. The joy of the war’s ending. The happiness of being reciprocated in his love. The longing he felt to be back home, with his family.

The anticipation of presenting his boyfriend to the family of immortals.

He had so many things he could pour into his fire that he wanted the moon to be full, already!

… However, he would probably not be able to make the jewel in Fódlan. The time allotted for him to complete his mission was nearly at its end, so he would most likely hear from Naga soon, regarding the portal to return to Ylisse.

It made him a bit lonely to have to make the jewel far from where he first met Caspar -- far from Caspar’s homeworld, as well -- but it also brought him a bit of giddiness. It meant that he could make the jewel that was so important to his kind, back in the world that had raised him into what he was today.

It all held a special meaning to the half-manakete.

The night before they arrived at the monastery, Caspar was lying down on his back with both hands behind his head, staring at the top of the tent with a content smirk. Seeing and appreciating this, Wolfie, who lay on the side so he could take a better look at his boyfriend, sighed happily.

“Do you have something in mind?” He whispered, careful not to wake up his fellow soldiers.

“Nah.” Caspar replied immediately. “I was just thinking that being with you is really a blast.”

Wolfram sputtered, choking on saliva. He dug his face under the blanket to muffle his coughs, feeling Caspar’s arm from outside the covers to bring him closer.

His coughing fit stopped almost immediately, being replaced by a very much red face inside the custom-made Wolfram package, inside the blanket. “I love being with you, too.”

“Yeah.” Caspar nodded, looking up as though he could see the night sky.

After a few moments of silence, Wolfie popped his head out of the blanket, looking at Caspar with his thin eyes. “You remember I told you about my mission, right? And how I had to go back after a set amount of time?”

Caspar moved his head to look at Wolfram, who was snuggling on his chest. “Yeah?”

“The time is, um, almost up. I never actually asked if you wanted to come back home with me, since I took it for granted, but I was wondering if you didn’t have anything to do back here-”

“No way, man, I’m not letting you leave.” Caspar cut Wolfie off, speaking so matter-of-factly that it made the taller boy blush. “We’re going together, wherever it is. I don’t really have anything holding me down anywhere.”

Wolfram’s eyes sparkled, his cheeks so red he almost forgot how to breathe. “... You’re so cool.” He whispered before digging his face into Caspar’s well-defined chest.

“Hehe,” Caspar snorted proudly. “Aren’t I?”

Wolfram simply giggled in response, snuggling into Caspar as if he were a little cat and not someone who towered over his boyfriend for a good many inches.

Once they were back at the monastery; back at a place that made all of them instinctively think of being productive, those who chose to return with Byleth and Dimitri started to get ready to work.

For some reason, Wolfie was captured by Dorothea on the afternoon of their arrival, completely unprompted. He had told her about his relationship with Caspar during the march back, but since there were many things to do and many miles to cover, there wasn’t much time for talking and gossiping. So, once back at a familiar place, Dorothea dragged Wolfie into her room, finding that there was another guest in there, as well.

“Eh? Ah, hi there, Yuri.” Wolfie greeted, with one arm still hostage to Dorothea’s grasp. He bowed awkwardly, as he hadn’t had much time to get acquainted with the beautiful man during their short interactions within the army.

Yuri simply crossed his arms and looked at Wolfram from top to bottom, then directed his gaze, under the beautifully long eyelashes, to Dorothea. “So you’re gonna have me explain it all in detail, yeah? The kid looks so pure…”

The songstress giggled, her melodious laugh stealing a smile from Wolfie even as he was confused with this situation. “I figured you’d know better how to talk about these things than me.”

“Well, you’re right about that.” Yuri smirked, his beautiful face making Wolfram nervous for some reason. Yuri then reached for something inside his cloak, directing it to Wolfie once he got it.

It was a vial small enough to fit into one palm. Receiving the tiny bottle, Wolfram tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Um…?”

Yuri snorted, almost laughing loudly. “Sit down, kid. I’m gonna give you a tutorial on how to take it up to your-”

“ALRIGHT, perhaps I should still remain to filter out the language, yes?” Dorothea placed a teacup with a loud clunk in front of Yuri, deafening the improper words he was about to utter. Still confused out of his mind, Wolfram sat down on the table as Dorothea organized it as though they were going to have a tea party for three.

Once their eyes met, Dorothea winked to Wolfram.

“Remember what I told you about taking the initiative?” She explained, making him open his mouth to reply.

But before he could even nod, Yuri interrupted. “So, I’m here to tell you how to take things to the next level.”

“Next-” Wolfram repeated the word without understanding it at first, but then realization sunk in like a slap on the face -- making his cheeks, neck and ears flush with a vibrant red. “Ah.”

Finding the reaction refreshing, Yuri threw his head back in laughter as Dorothea slapped him while at the same time holding Wolfram’s hand. It would prove to be a very… informative afternoon.

Wolfram didn’t even know how he managed to walk from Dorothea’s room to the dining hall once it was time for dinner. His entire body was still, his face was so red he thought they could mistake him for a tomato and cook him and there were some… graphic images imprinted into his mind.

He kept remembering the glimpses he took of Caspar’s body whenever they trained or bathed together -- and that made his own body fire up in response. He felt so dirty and embarrassed, but at the same time excited and expectant.

However, he wasn’t confident in being able to do the… well, things that Yuri had hammered into his head throughout the afternoon. It was all so overwhelming.

Yuri had even instructed him on how to start the intercourse in a natural manner, but- it was impossible! Wolfram didn’t even know if he was chewing on food or someone else’s hair at that moment, let alone be able to keep his cool enough to- to!!!

“Yo there, Wolf! Where have you been the whole day, man?” Caspar slapped Wolfram’s back, sitting right beside him with his tray of food, which made the half-manakete choke with whatever he had swallowed and bend his body forward. “Whoa, howa, you okay? Hey!” Caspar slapped Wolfie’s back with more and more strength, as though hitting someone on the back was a sure fire way of helping them with a coughing fit.

It only made Wolfram’s back sore, though the reason for his nervousness was right there beside him, with a warm hand on his shoulder.

“I-I’m, ack,” he cleared his throat, “I’m fine now, thanks, Caspar.”

Wearing a proud smile, Caspar nodded, finally turning his attention to his food. “No prob.” He said with a wide smile, downing the food that probably amounted to three times what Wolfie was eating in a speed that didn’t feel that belonged to a human. “Oh yeah, our room is still ours, they said! We can stay there till we leave for your world.” Caspar mentioned in passing, but that only made Wolfram almost choke again.

‘Our room.’

Wolfie hid his face between his hands, pressing his lips into a thin line in embarrassment. “I-I see! That’s great, nyahah…!” Wolfram stammered, but Caspar simply took it at face value and nodded happily with a mouth full of food.

… It would be the first time that they would sleep alone in the same room after becoming a couple, but nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary for Caspar, so Wolfram knew that he had to follow at least one of the pieces of advice he had learned earlier today.

If he didn’t act, nothing would happen.

Still, that didn’t mean that it was easy. He could barely see in front of him due to how nervous he was just to climb up the stairs to their quarters.

Hehe. ‘Their quarters’. Hehe.

“Ahem,” Wolfie cleared his throat as though he hadn’t just smiled inside his head, closing his eyes to be able to calm himself down. They arrived soon enough, as the route was well ingrained into their bodies.

Once inside, Caspar immediately crashed onto the bed, then looked up at the fidgeting Wolfram, who was planted in the middle of the room without a clear action to take.

Blinking, the shorter man looked to his boyfriend, then to the pile of luggage by the side, then back at his boyfriend and something lit up in his head. “OH yeah! Now we don’t need to sleep on separate beds, yeah? This bed’s big, so it’ll fit the two of us just fine.”

Wolfram swore he could actually hear his head exploding.

“We- um, sleep?”

“Yeah?” Caspar nodded with a question in his gaze. “We were basically sharing one sleeping bag anyway, so this bed’ll do just fine, doncha think?”

Of course.

Of course, of course, of course.

Caspar wasn’t thinking of ‘that’. He was just truly and literally talking about purely sleeping together.

Hiding his face with both hands, Wolfram took two steps towards the bed and sat besides his clueless, stupid and wonderful boyfriend. “Caspar…”

“Muh?” Caspar was looking at the dresser, thinking that he should probably change to his pajamas soon, before turning back to face Wolfram -- or at least Wolfram’s hands that covered his face.

“Fwooo… hahh…” Wolfram took deep breaths before sliding his hands down. “You really don’t get it, do you?”

Caspar frowned deeply, “get what?”

“What… what do couples…” Wolfram choked on the words, looking down to their touching knees. “What do couples do when they sleep together?”

If one were to explain the expression on Caspar’s face, it would be something akin to ‘lag’. It was like the midway of an expression -- like he was in the middle of doing something, but froze like that for a few moments.

“OOOH, YEAH MAN, wow that was dumb.” He placed one fist on his open palm as though making the discovery of the century, not realizing that he was repeating basically word for word what he had said after Wolfram first kissed him, back in Enbarr. “I never done it before, though, so it’s gonna be a shot in the dark.” He cocked his neck to the side in a way that made Wolfie’s legs tremble -- and if he wasn’t already seated, he would lose strength in them.

Being the gung-ho person that he was, Caspar already went for the attack, 100% ready to just give it a shot at this thing he had no experience on, leaning close to Wolfram to insert his tongue into his boyfriend’s lips.

“Mmpph..!” Surprised out of his mind, Wolfram widened his thin eyes, being pushed down on the bed by his eager boyfriend. He was ashamed to say that that neck cocking Caspar had done and the way his eyes looked almost savage before they kissed made a mess inside Wolfram’s mind. He even felt the heat circle around his pants, ready to push up excitement. “W-wait, wait-” Wolfram managed to plead as his head reached the pillow, completely robbed of his breath.

“Yeah?” Caspar huffed as well, his lips moist and slightly swollen from the roughness of their kiss.

“A-a friend with experience told me how to do this,” Wolfram stuttered, reaching for the vial he had hidden inside his pant’s pocket. “And he said that we can use this.”

“Muh?” Caspar sat back down, giving Wolfram the space to sit as well, as he examined the bottle. “What’s this for?”

“Um,” Wolfram’s face was burning hot, but he had to say this, at least now. From what he noticed from this short relationship he had with Caspar, Wolfram only had to take the initiative once. Then, Caspar would know what to do for later. “I heard that it’s, ah, um… hard to put it in when it’s between men.”

“Really?” Caspar frowned, still trying to discern what was inside the bottle. He popped the lid open and smelled it, but apart from the smell of herbs, there wasn’t much to go about it.

“Y-yeah, so I got this to, um… help… the way in.” Wolfram gestured to Caspar to give the vial back, which he did with a confused face. Wolfie then tilted the vial a bit, making a drop of a thick oil drip on his finger. “It’s to rub around and inside and, um…”

“Oh, I put this around my dick? So it’ll slide in?” Caspar took Wolfram’s hand to smell the oil again, then looked down at his pants.

Unfortunately, Wolfram followed his boyfriend’s gaze, meeting a half-erect bulge inside Caspar’s pants. It made Wolfie gulp and let out a small moan without realizing.

In a daze, it took Wolfie a few more moments to remember where the conversation had stopped. “N-no, it’s actually to… but inside… me…” His voice got weaker and weaker as he lowered his head with embarrassment. He mumbled something about two or three fingers, but Caspar didn’t catch all of that.

“Seems complicated. But alright, wanna try it?” Caspar asked, already taking off his shirt. Flustered with the sight of his boyfriend’s bare skin, Wolfie averted his gaze.

“Eh? Um, just like that?”

“Well, yeah. The sooner we get the hang of it, the better, right? C’mon,” Caspar nudged the hem of Wolfram’s bareback turtleneck, pulling it over his head with a swiftness one usually wouldn’t expect from him.

Bashful, Wolfram held onto the vial as though it was his salvation or something, as Caspar got up to take off his pants. Watching the spectacle made Wolfram feel something poking inside his own pants, as he was unable to take his eyes off of Caspar’s half-erect manhood.

Gulping, Wolfram didn’t realize Caspar pulled him up as well, only noticing what was going on once he felt hands pulling his pants down. “W-wait, um-”

“You don’t want it? But you’re hard, too.” Caspar poked at the head, making Wolfram shiver as hold back a hot sigh.

“I-I’m nervous, okay! I’m-” Wolfie complained, sitting back on the bed under Caspar’s strong arms.

“You think it’ll hurt? I don’t wanna stick it in you and hurt you.” Caspar pouted, not realizing his erection had fully grown during their talk. Seeing Wolfram’s white, glistening skin and slightly trembling shoulders made something crack inside of him for some reason. Even his dick looked cute to the point of Caspar wanting to touch it if only to see how Wolfie would react to it.

Of course, Wolfram was worried about the pain, too, but more than anything, he was just embarrassed in general. He had never even touched himself before, so this was truly the first time he even entertained such lewd thoughts. It was a bit overwhelming.

Seeing the hesitation in his boyfriend’s actions, Caspar pulled Wolfie closer, making Wolfram’s legs go around Caspar’s hips as they sat in front of one another -- with their erections touching each other in the middle.

“If you don’t wanna, I’m just gonna get this resolved for us, aight?” Practical as always, Caspar held both of their cocks with his hand, rubbing them together as he moved up and down.

Wolfram let out an ‘eek’, followed by a muffled moan, while his entire body flinched with the sudden wave of pleasure.

The noise made something else crack inside Caspar’s mind. He blinked, licking his lower lips as though he wanted to eat Wolfram all up and took his eyes away from their joined erections towards Wolfram’s face.

He was so adorable. “What the hell, you’re so cute.” Caspar cursed, pulling Wolfram for a kiss as his hand between them moved. He felt Wolfie’s tongue and body tremble, which fired him up even more. Once they parted, huffing hot air between them, Caspar placed his forehead on Wolfram’s. “Actually, can I go back on that? I wanna put it in so bad.”

Drunk with the pleasure from only Caspar’s hand and rough kisses, Wolfram dazedly nodded, not realizing he pulled his boyfriend down so he could be on top of himself. “Y-you can.”

“... hot!” Caspar huffed before digging into Wolfram’s lips once more, moving his hand a little bit faster if only to feel Wolfram tremble under him.

“A-ah…” Wolfie gasped a moan once their lips parted, feeling his body tremble with a premature ejaculation. He felt hot and relaxed at the same time, his fluids shooting up to his and Caspar’s chests. It wasn’t unnatural -- after all, it was the first time Wolfram had ever touched himself (or had someone do so).

Caspar thought it was even hotter now that he saw how good Wolfram felt, already wanting to shove it in as he prodded into Wolfram’s bottom.

“W-wait, the oil…” Wolfram opened his palm to give the vial to Caspar.

“How much do I put?” Caspar adjusted himself in a better position to penetrate, holding Wolfram’s legs on either side of his body.

Biting his lips, Wolfram didn’t notice he rocked his hips right on Caspar’s erection. “Three fingers… once three fingers are in, you can put it in… It’s what I heard.”

“What? But my dick’s larger than just three fingers.” Caspar mentioned shamelessly, making Wolfram press his mouth shut and squeeze his eyes with anticipation.

“I heard it’s awkward and difficult to position the hand with more than three fingers inside, so those are enough to ‘open a path’.” He rolled his head to the sides, speaking as though in a trance as he remembered the earlier talk.

Caspar shrugged. “Alright.” He replied, coating his fingers with the warm oil before teasing them around Wolfram’s bottom.

His touch was rough and clumsy, but whenever he hit a sweet spot, it made Wolfram’s whole body shiver with pleasure, which in turn spurred him to try harder into ‘loosening’ his boyfriend so he could put it in.

Each time a new finger went inside, Wolfram’s body heated up more. He felt feverish, in a way that made him want to succumb to the heat instead of finding something to cool him off.

He barely held enough consciousness to muffle his moans, but the longer he was stimulated, the looser his lips became; letting out countless of hot and stammering breaths.

More and more did Caspar hear cracking sounds inside of himself. What the hell, how was his boyfriend so cute? How? That voice? That glistening skin? That body that clenched around his fingers…

He wanted more. Goddess, he wanted so much more.

Caspar muttered something about reaching the three fingers and once again prodded his erection at Wolfram’s bottom, feeling the tip slide in much easier than before. He gritted his teeth and pushed it in, feeling enough resistance to make him squeeze his eyes, but enough warmth that made him want to stay inside forever.

Wolfram stretched out a long moan as Caspar slid it all in, feeling like there were tiny firecrackers all around his body; exploding each in a different way, making him tremble with pleasure the moment their bodies conjoined.

“Haah, hah… This feels so good.” Caspar panted, struggling to pull it out so he could shove it in, feeling Wolfram stretch himself to accommodate him. Caspar even felt stupid for not thinking of this before -- it felt this good and he only remembered it existed because Wolfram mentioned it?

Never again he would forget how good it felt to be inside the man he loved.

Wolfram felt that he was close to the climax again, with only the first insertion -- and it soon became reality. He covered his face with both arms as his entire body shook with pleasure; but Caspar was only getting started.

The spasms from the orgasm only spurred Caspar on -- with each thrust, his way became more comfortable inside Wolfram, and with each thrust, the heat enveloped them further. Wolfie’s mind was a mess -- he didn’t even remember how many times he came anymore, to the point that he could only focus on the thick rod inside of him, going in and out… in and out.

It felt so good.

By the gods, it felt so good! He cried tears of pleasure as Caspar accelerated his movements, onto the road of the climax himself.

As though ordained, Wolfram felt the blanket of pleasure cover him once again, now at the same time as Caspar, as his seeds shot inside Wolfram with a loud and deep groan.

Huffing, Caspar fell on top of Wolfram’s chest, his entire body tingling in the best way he had ever felt. “What… the hell,” he gasped, resting his face on his boyfriend’s neck for a beat. “This was amazing.”

“Y-yes… yes…” Wolfram nodded, exhausted, unable to continue the conversation as his heavy eyelids closed, his whole body protesting. “I love you, Caspar…”

“I love you too, Wolf.” Caspar nodded, still wanting to stay inside Wolfram for a moment, only realizing a few moments later that Wolfie had fallen asleep.

Wolfram felt his entire body aching once he opened his eyes. “Ouch, ouch…” He groaned, reaching for his lower back. He found himself inside Caspar’s arms, despite it feeling like late morning.

“You okay? Did it hurt?”

Before replying, Wolfram wanted to ask why Caspar hadn’t gone to training, but his mind was too much focused on how sore everywhere else was. In truth, Caspar woke up at dawn as it was his custom, but for some reason, he didn’t want to go train. He wanted to stay with his man a while longer, so he just hung out in bed, snuggling his tall boyfriend into his chest.

“It… didn’t, but now I’m all sore. Ugh.” Wolfie groaned, closing his eyes to check himself out.

“Huh. So we won’t be able to do it everyday. Got it.” Caspar nodded matter-of-factly, making Wolfram immediately blush.

“Wha- hu- every day…?”

“Yeah, no? If you’re like this today, we can’t do it again tonight. You think you’ll be good by tomorrow?”

“C-Caspar!” Wolfram nudged his boyfriend with an accusing tone, but the other man seemed serious.

“Muh? What? We’re doing it anyway, right?”

“...” Wolfie lowered his gaze, then dug his face into Caspar’s bare chest. “... yes.”

“Haha, yes!” Caspar celebrated, squeezing his boyfriend in a tight hug before receiving groans of protest. “Whoops, my bad.”

“Heehee,” Wolfram giggled, closing his eyes again to drift into a comfortable sleep; safe in his beloved’s arms.

There was fog, once Wolfram became conscious of himself. It was so foggy he wasn’t able to see his own hand in front of himself. Frowning, the half-manakete looked around him, trying to pull out the last of his memories before he ended up in this place.

Soon enough, he came up with the answer. “Ah, this is a dream.”

“Indeed, child.” A Holy voice echoed from below and above; from all sides and from within Wolfram himself. The boy widened his eyes.

“Naga!”

He felt a small laugh in the air, suddenly not hearing the words per se, but receiving flowing understanding inside his mind.

It was about a time. And a place.

The time and place he was supposed to leave Fódlan. Blinking inside the dream, Wolfram counted within his mind. Roughly one week until the portal opened inside the very woods he had arrived from, right below the monastery -- actually rather close to the place he had lived in isolation during the five years it took for Byleth’s Slumber to last.

Perhaps the energy around that place was special enough to hold for a portal between worlds to be erected. There was no way to know, at least not now.

Once Wolfram opened his eyes again, he was back in Caspar’s bed, though now he was alone. Blinking, he lifted himself up, still feeling sore, but much better than earlier that morning.

It wasn’t long after that his sensitive ears picked up steps reaching closer to the door, just as he had finished putting his clothes back on -- Caspar burst the door open, holding a tray with piles of food in his hands.

“Oh, Wolf! You woke up!” Caspar grinned, placing the tray on the secretary. “I ran once it was dinner time ‘cause I didn’t want to lose out on all the food, hah!” He said proudly, pulling Wolfram to sit on his lap by the desk. “Let’s dig in!”

Wolfram was a bit embarrassed by how easily Caspar did that, shyly taking a piece of bread from the overflowing tray. “Thanks, Caspar. I was really hungry.”

“Well, yeah, after all that exercise yesterday.” Caspar bobbed his head to the sides, making Wolfram blush at how casual he was about it all.

Muffling a giggle, Wolfram finished munching on his food. “I had a dream about when and where the portal to my world will open up.”

“That’s sick. I’ll never NOT get surprised every time you mention your powers.” Caspar shoved an uncut piece of meat into his mouth. “When’s it?”

“In a week, down at the woods not far from here.”

“Nice. Good thing it wasn’t back in the Empire, yeah? We’d need to run.”

Wolfram nodded comfortably, leaning more on Caspar. It was just so… surreal. To be so openly accepted. Of course, it wasn’t as though Wolfram had experienced any prejudice, so he felt even bad for feeling so happy about being accepted when nothing adverse had actually happened -- but it still made him feel so… at home.

It was like he had found a home outside of his own world, and that home was called ‘Caspar’. Hiding his face from all the cheesy lines growing inside of him, Wolfram kept these a secret as he munched on his food.

The week that would follow would be busy -- it would be filled with farewells and well wishes from his friends and classmates. Wolfram also planned to ask Dorothea and Dedue for a lock of their hair so he could make them their jewels.

Of course, he wouldn’t be able to do so here in Fódlan, but he was sure that the portal would open again, someday. It wouldn’t be the first time a portal to another world opened in Ylisse, after all.

Holding that confidence, he said a ‘momentary’ goodbye to his friends. He even spent a few hours crying when he had to talk with Dimitri and Byleth, holding them and their hands and wishing for their happiness to last forever while babbling about his own world. The royal couple smiled widely even though they were saying goodbye to each other. It was simply momentary goodbye.

With a refreshed face and a light heart, Wolfram led the way to the forest he had first appeared in, somehow dorwning in memories of all of the days he had shared with the people he had brought into his heart in that Monastery.

He looked and felt melancholy once they were far enough that only small outer wall could be seen from the distance. Caspar followed, talking about this and that, and asking about how the food was back in Wolfie’s home and how were the folks in his house like.

Talking about his family made Wolfie miss them much more strongly -- even more so now that he was just about to meet them again. His chin trembling, Wolfie had just finished speaking about how he looked a LOT like his dad when he felt It.

It was like the air itself distorted around them -- like the space they were in was actually two-dimensional and that one could simply put a hand up and rip it like paper. The power of the dragonstone inside his locket glowed, making Wolfie’s wings, horn and tail pop up as though in ressonance with the amount of energy all around him.

“Oh… it’s here.” Wolfie said in a dazed voice, making Caspar look from him to the tiny blue hole that started appearing in front of them. Before he could even open his mouth, the hole opened further, with a weird buzzing sound coming out of it. Wolfram took a deep breath, a large smile forming on his lips as he took Caspar’s hand. “C’mon! It’s here! Aquilo, fly, boy! Fly!” Wolfie jumped into the hole at the same time Aquilo dove in from the sky.

“A-alright!” Caspar nodded, hesitating only for a fraction of second before following his boyfriend into the light. He felt his uncertainty in his steps as all of his surroundings were distorted in a way that felt like when one hit their elbow at a corner. His surroundings looked exactly like how that felt.

Before he could blink, however, he felt the cool night air, and water seeping into his boots. “Water?” Barely was the word out of his lips, something immediately tackled Wolfram onto the ground, shoving Caspar out of the way.

“Wolfie!” Nidra hugged her youngest with tears in her eyes, her entire body still glowing from being the medium of Naga’s power. “Oh, my boy, my little boy…” Nidra sobbed, patting Wolfie’s face and chest, looking for injuries. “How are you? How was your mission? You didn’t get hurt? Oh, look how the tips of your hair are looking like mine…”

At his mother’s bombarding questions, Wolfie was barely able to breathe. But he didn’t want to push her away either. “Mother…!” He sniffled, hugging her back with everything he had. He sobbed into her shoulder. “I-I’m back! Wolfie’s back!”

Another set of tackles followed, now from both sides -- making the lump of people roll around the wet roots. Both Cynthias sobbed loudly as they hugged their little brother.

“Rammy!! Rammmyy!” They cried, but immediately started the questioning. “How was your epic adventure? You GOTTA tell us everything!”

Still overwhelmed with all of his family’s love, Wolfram couldn’t do anything but cry, holding onto his mother for dear life.

Caspar watched it all with a huge grin, happy to see Wolfram so happy as well. He felt a pat on his shoulder and looked on to see, uh, Wolfi?

Frowning, Caspar looked from the standing Wolf to the Wolf between the three girls, then back at the standing Wolf.

“Nyaha, we look alike, don’t we? But look clooosely,” Henry turned his head to the side, showing his perfectly round ears. “It took me a long time to get a kid that looked like me, you know!”

“Ooh! So you’re Wolf’s dad, then? Man, you two are identical.”

“Nyahaha, right?” Henry laughed heartily, but then gripped on Caspar’s shoulder a bit more strongly in a way that didn’t fit with his thin arms. “By the way, who’re you?”

Caspar pointed at himself. “Me? Oh, I’m Wolf’s boyfriend.”

“WHAT?!” Nidra jumped from the hug as though she had been listening to everything around her, rising in shock. “His- what?!”

“O-oh yeah, Mother!” Embarrassed for having lost himself amidst his family’s hugs, Wolfram got up to quickly head to where Caspar was, strangely surrounded by Henry, Meli and Meliodas. “His name’s Caspar and I brought him back here ‘cause I didn’t want to leave without him…” The more he spoke, the more bashful he became, looking down in embarrassment while Caspar nodded proudly beside him.

“Yup. I dunno what’s going on around here since there wasn’t much time for Wolf to tell me everything, but we’ll be fine as long as we’re together, right, Wolf?” He pulled the tall boy with an arm around his neck, smiling brightly in the face of five dragons -- not counting Nah and Tiki that had served as mediums, as well -- and an immortal.

Nidra felt faint, staggering in her spot as Henry materialized beside her to hold her up.

“Nyahaha, that sounds fun, doesn’t it? C’mon, let’s all go back and have a loooooong and fun talk!” Henry smiled brightly, though there was a shadow covering his thin eyes -- which, of course, went way over Caspar’s head.

He only grinned in response and puffed his chest up in pride. “Alright! Lead the way!”

Just as Wolfram had wondered that day, back in Enbarr, it now truly felt like a new chapter of his life was beginning -- a new chapter that involved his entire family, which included Caspar, and all the years that would follow their story together.

[broomballkraken]

Title: Lost and Found

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Awakening

Pairing(s): Frederick/Robin

Word count: 2054

Warnings: N/A

Summary: Just over a year had passed since the day that Frederick lost the love of his life, and he was starting to wonder if Robin would ever find her way back to him.Luckily for him, she finally did.

“Bend your knees more when starting your attack; you will put more power behind your swings that way.”

“Yes, sir!”

Frederick nodded in response as he watched the young knight-in-training adjust his stance and continue practicing. The knight captain of Ylisse resumed his pacing between the rest of his new recruits, giving more advice or demonstrations as necessary. He managed to keep a straight face and do his job, despite the fact that his mind was somewhere else completely.

Biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself from sighing deeply, Frederick’s gaze shifted to the sky above Castle Ylisstol’s training yard. He was finding it harder and harder to focus on his duties as a knight, mostly due to the gnawing void in his heart that seemed to grow larger as the days dragged on, ever since that fateful day when the Fell Dragon Grima was defeated.

Not a day went by where Frederick didn’t think of that heartbreaking moment, when he had watched the love of his life fade away in his arms, after she had dealt the fatal blow to Grima herself. She had made the sacrifice to destroy the Fell Dragon once and for all, he knew this, and yet some incredibly selfish part of him wished that she hadn’t done it.

However, he still held a sliver of hope that she would be found someday, and for a time after Grima’s demise, Frederick had traveled with Chrom and Lissa to help search for her. After a couple months with no luck, the trio had returned to Ylisstol to rest and replenish their supplies. But when Chrom and Lissa set out again, Frederick made the difficult decision to stay behind.

With his new position as knight captain, he had a responsibility to train the new recruits, and he could not put that off any longer. Stahl had volunteered to take his place (Frederick knew that it was mostly due to the fact that he missed Lissa, and he could not fault him for that), and Frederick was left to his duties at the capital, hoping and praying that they would find Robin for him.

A sudden commotion from the other side of the field pulled Frederick from his thoughts, and when he turned to see what the ruckus was, he was so shocked at what he saw that his jaw dropped and his heart skipped a beat.

“F-Frederick!” Stahl blurted out as he stumbled up to him, heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He was red-faced and sweating profusely; had he sprinted all the way here? There could only be one reason for that…

“Stahl...what are you doing here?” Frederick hesitated before forcing the question out, his breath catching in his throat as he waited for the answer. Stahl wheezed a few more times, before his breathing started to even out and he ran his arm over his forehead to wipe away the sweat.

“We...ah....We found her! We found Robin!” Stahl managed to gasp out, a beaming smile crossing his face, and Frederick’s thought that his heart was going to burst from his chest.

“Where is she?”

“I ran ahead to come and tell you, so they should be at the city gates in no time-” That was all that Frederick needed to hear, and he cut Stahl off by shoving his lance into his arms before bolting out of the training grounds as fast as his legs could carry him, discarding the upper half of his armor and tossing it aside haphazardly as he rushed through the castle.

The streets of Ylisstol blurred passed him as Frederick sprinted towards the gates leading out of the city. His heartbeat hammered hard in his ears, and his mind was spinning with so many mixed emotions that he was surprised that he was able to run in a straight line. Robin...was really back? He wouldn’t - no, he couldn’t - believe it until he saw her with his own eyes.

When he finally crossed through the city gates, Frederick doubled over as he gasped for air; sprinting across the city with his lower half still clad in armor was not the brightest idea he had ever had. After taking a few deep breaths and wiping the sweat from his face, he stood back up, and he immediately froze, his eyes widening to take in the beautiful sight before him.

Standing about ten feet away was Robin, looking just the same as the day that she defeated Grima and disappeared as Frederick held her. He blinked once...twice...three times, before he lifted his hands to his eyes and gave them a firm rub. He lowered his hands, and unlike in so many of his dreams this past year, Robin was still there.

“R-Robin…” Frederick finally managed to speak past the lump that had formed in his throat. “Is it...really you?”

“Yes, Frederick, it’s really me.” The combination of the beautiful smile that crossed Robin’s face and finally hearing the sound of her sweet voice again completely stole the breath from Frederick’s lungs, and his eyes welled up with tears as they both moved to close the distance between them at the same time. When she was close enough, Robin threw herself into Frederick’s arms, and he caught her, spinning them both around a bit with the momentum. Frederick clung tightly to her as he sobbed, and Robin pressed her face against his chest, his shirt becoming dampened by her tears as she also started crying.

Frederick’s arms tightened even more around her, as if she would disappear again if he loosened his grip even a smidge, and he pressed his face against her hair. It was just as soft as he remembered, and the familiar smell of her favorite soap caused him to shake from the force of his sobbing. This really wasn’t just another dream. Robin, the person that he loved the most in the world, had finally returned to him.

Eventually, both Frederick and Robin had managed to contain their sobbing, and when she lifted her head to gaze at him with those mesmerizing eyes of hers, he lifted his hand to cup her cheek. A deep sigh escaped from her as she leaned into his touch, and her hand moved up to cover his as he wiped her tears away with his thumb.

“I...Gods, I can’t believe that this isn’t just another dream…” Frederick said, and Robin chuckled as a fond smile crossed her face.

“Frederick, love, I’m...so sorry for leaving you for so long,” Robin said, the smile falling from her face slightly as her gaze fell to the ground, “I never wanted to just leave you like that, to cause you any pain-” Frederick shook his head and cut her off by placing a gentle kiss on on her forehead, pausing for a moment to admire the cute blush that rose up high on her cheeks.

“Robin.” Frederick reached out to take Robin’s hands, his fingers brushing against the ring that he had given her; he was pleasantly surprised that she still wore it after all this time. “I know that you made the right choice in that final battle. I never lost hope that you would return to me, so there is no need to apologize.”

Robin’s eyes wandered back up to his, and a few more tears fell down her face as her smile returned. “Thank you, Frederick, for waiting for me. I love you.”

“And I love you, Robin. Always.” Frederick’s voice dropped to a whisper, and he finally closed the distance between them to press his lips against hers. Robin sighed into the kiss as her arms snaked around his neck, pulling him closer. Frederick had almost forgotten what it felt like, being embraced by someone that he loved so much, who also loved him just as much in return. The happiness he felt was almost too much to handle, and Frederick had to break the kiss as he erupted into a fit of joyous laughter as he lifted Robin into the air and spun them both around.

“Ah, Frederick!” Robin yelled out in surprise as she placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself, but her laughter soon joined his. When he finally stopped spinning around, she cupped his face and pressed her forehead against his, her fingers sliding gently through the wild brown hair that framed his face.

Closing his eyes, Frederick sighed contently as his nose brushed against hers. “I feel like I’d forgotten what true happiness felt like.” His eyes opened again when he heard her snort to suppress more laughter, and she raised an eyebrow at him.

“Aren’t you being a bit dramatic?” she teased, and Frederick firmly shook his head as his arms tightened around her legs.

“Not at all. Without you, my darling, my life lacks purpose. I wish to be with you until the end of my days.” Robin couldn’t contain her laughter this time, and Frederick was very okay with that, because that very sound was one of his absolute favorites in the entire world.

“Okay, that’s really dramatic, Freddy Bear,” Robin managed to say between giggles, and even though he would normally scoff at the silly nickname, Frederick could only laugh along with her this time. “But...I would be lying if I said that I didn’t feel the same. I really am looking forward to finally starting my life with you.”

“Likewise, my love.”

“Ahem, I, uh, really don’t mean to interrupt, but…”

Frederick blinked as he looked over to find Chrom and Lissa standing off to the side - the former rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly on his feet as he averted his gaze, while the latter was grinning from ear to ear - and he was surprised that he hadn’t even noticed that they were here until now.

“Oh, oops! Sorry!” Robin’s face flushed a deep red as she wiggled out of Frederick’s arms, and he pursed his lips in annoyance. He cleared his throat and bowed to Chrom and Lissa, but not before taking Robin’s hand in his and lacing their fingers together.

“Welcome back milord, milady. It is good to see you well-” Frederick began, but he was cut off when Lissa groaned and rolled her eyes.

“C’mon Frederick! We’ve told you countless times not to be so formal with us!” Lissa complained, and a grin spread across his face as he nodded.

“Ah, yes. Old habits die hard, it seems.”

“They sure do,” Chrom said, smiling as he placed one hand on Frederick’s shoulder and the other on Robin’s. “I’m really happy for you two. Robin was so eager to return to your side that I’m surprised that she got any sleep on the journey back here.”

“I didn’t sleep well at all, really…” Robin mumbled, and Frederick chuckled as he gave her hand a squeeze.

“We should get back to the castle then! You can rest up, and then we can have a huge welcome home party!” Lissa said, her fists clenching with excitement in front of her.

“That sounds like a great idea! I’ll have arrangements made as soon as possible,” Chrom said, nodding as he and Lissa began walking back towards the city gates, chatting excitedly about party preparations.

“A party sounds great! I’ve really missed everyone else too,” Robin said as she and Frederick followed the two royals.

“Hmm, as much as I want to keep you all to myself right now, I know that everyone else has been waiting for your return too, so I will begrudgingly share you,” Frederick teased, but his eyes widened with shock when a sly grin crossed Robin’s face before she leaned up to kiss his cheek.

“Oh, we’ll have plenty of time for ourselves, Frederick. Which is good, because we have a lot of catching up to do.” Robin said, and Frederick felt his face heat up considerably.

“...I am very much looking forward to that.” Frederick threw his arm over Robin’s shoulder and pulled her close as she laughed. As they walked towards their future, Frederick knew that if their love could withstand the hardships that they had already weathered, they would be able to handle anything that their life still had in store for them. Together.

[luna-paradoxz]

Morgan’s little adventure

Summary -  Morgan wishes to be a hero, and what better hero to look up to than his father who killed the Fell Dragon, Grima himself. But the road to be Ylisse prince and hero is hard but Morgan will make his destiny.

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Little Morgan heads to the training area where he knows his father is going to come today. He had requested, almost begged his father for today's session and after one week of pestering, begging and crying his parents gave in and accepted. But only his father will give him this training session and the little boy is completely ok with it after all his father is a hero who defeated the bad god Grima. He smiles wide as he runs to the ground, he is wearing his small blue training outfit with blue gloves fashioned after his father's training clothes that he had begged his mother for. Because Morgan wanted to be a hero just like his father and he copied everything his father did so that when he grows up his will be a chosen one just like his father and will protect everyone from evils in the world.

And he will also defeat Owain finally. The boy was only one year older than him and yet he loses all the time but once he properly trains with his father, he will defeat his eternal rival.

Morgan grins wide as he jumps in excitement and rushes in the ground as he spots his father and rushes up to him, hugging him tight on his legs, the man is used to his usual leg attack so only laughs as he puts a hand on his son's head and pats as he tried to calm him down.

He looks up smiling wide, "Dad! Let's start on sword training!" He jumps excitedly and the man laughs,

"Yes, we will but before that Morgan we must do warmups, Frederick thought you that right?"

He pouts as he moves back a bit, "But dad I want to sword fight." He whines and the man sighs,

"Yes, we will Morgan but a warm-up is important or you will get cramps or get injured. You don't want to get hurt right."

He wants to start immediately but he guesses that is true, so he reluctantly nods and they both get in places and he follows along with his father as they stretch, redo the basics and share some dud blows. He properly does them as his father cheers him up and he feels very motivated to do everything properly. As soon as the exercises are done, his father finally brings out the main sword and his eyes twinkle as his heart jumps as he takes the Falchion and tries to swing it around. He immediately falls and his face falls, his father though pats his head and smiles proudly at him,

"We will work on its Morgan and you will become better in no time."

He looks up expectantly, "Like dad?"

Chrom feels his heart jump in pride, he is so happy that his son looks up so much to him, "Yes you will be," he ruffles his hair, "you might even become stronger than me."

His eyes sparkle as he jumps up, "I can become stronger than dad!?"

"If you work hard diligently and properly use your strength then yes you will."

With renewed motivation, Morgan jumps and he laughs as they both start the practice again. Chrom is looking forward to seeing how his son will do in the coming future, he won't say his rest of his family just yet, but he is silently rooting for his son to win the rite.

The sun is rising as Morgan puts his hand up and waits for the maids to finish putting the last touches to his clothes. He is wearing royal garments they wear in war, they might look heavy but they are flexible and free so he won't be restricted in any way today, they are similar to his father's usual uniform but a tad more regal because like Frederick put it, this is a rite and they must also present a good look. It is not completely public but mostly all the noble houses will be coming so they need to put a regal show, worthy of the princess and prince.

He smiles as he turns around and shows it to Frederick who nods approvingly and smiles.

"You look very handsome young master." He bows as Morgan grins and thanks to him, "His majesty and Her highness are with Lady Lucina, they will be here in a bit."

He nods as he takes a deep breath in, he has worked very hard for this day for last 4 years he has been working tireless, practising with Frederick, father and even other shepherds just so he can make sure he will win today, that he will be the one chosen not his sister. It is not like he doesn't think his sister is suitable, she is quite suitable. From a young age Lucina was able to take to swords and magic quite easily compared to her he had to work twice to learn both of them even then he has put off magic a bit so he can work on sword better, to at least surpass his sister in that. As a crown princess it would be better for Lucina to win the rite, everyone had been telling that but from a young age, Morgan has wanted to win it. To become like his father and today was the day he can prove everyone that he can be just like his father, a chosen hero just like him.

So, he will defeat his big sister even if she is more worthy or stronger than him.

Frederick takes his leave as he wishes him luck and heads to double-check everything for today. Frederick was a perfectionist his mother has explained, even if one tells everything is good, he still won't believe until he has verified everything on his own, he finds his knight's that quality cute. It has always been quite fun to see Frederick go above and beyond for the royal family and the two siblings have used that far too much then they would admit to their parents unless they want to get punished. Morgan grins at that as he waits for them, his nerves a bit jumpy.

The knock resounds quite loudly in the silent room and he jumps a bit as his parents let themselves in, smiling wide as they take him in. He blushes slightly as his mother has that proud mother look and starts gushing at him, squeezing him tightly as he asks her to stop. Why do mothers have to be so embarrassing, she laughs as he blushes and frowns at his mom. His father puts a hand on his shoulder as he grins at him and squeezes it tightly, his way of telling he was proud of him and Morgan had always loved that gesture.

"Nervous?" His mother asks,

He shyly looks down, "Is it obvious?"

"Don't worry even I was nervous," he laughs, "even though I was the only candidate."

"I can't imagine dad being nervous at anything." He says honestly and his parents laugh.

"I also get quite nervous at many things Morgan." Chrom pats his head and before he can think more the door knocks and incomes, a maid to tell the event has started.

They say their goodbyes as they walk out and he too makes his final check and walks out, as he closes the door Morgan knows this is the day it will be decided if his dreams come true or not. Falchion had allowed both to use her so now it depended on who was more the worthy master to wield the legendary treasure that had killed the felled dragon itself. Morgan wanted it, to prove he was worthy to be a hero and to prove to lose lipped nobles that he was not worthless compared to Lucina. He also knew this way Lucina too can finally openly start practising her tactician training that is why they all had been trying so hard from these many days.

And today was the day he will make his destiny.

He smiles as he enters the arena and looks around, bowing to his parents and then turns to his sister. The 13-year-old tactician in making smiles as she silently wishes him luck and they take stances, swords in hand.

The young man smiles as he picks up his ancestor's treasure Falchion and straps in on his waist, he walks out his room and heads straight to the cathedral. He is greeted by a lot of nobles as he enters the holy place of Naga and takes his place waiting anxiously. She appears on record time, as expected of the exalt, as she walks down in her regal gown and smiles at him with confidence as she holds a thoron tome in her right hand and other holding her gown in place. He takes a step back as she straightens her back and they walk in the chapel, as the newly crowned exalt and her ever-faithful knight. Their parents are waiting in front as their eyes shine with pride and he feels his heart swell in happiness as he stares at her back, he was truly glad they could make their parents proud. She kneels in front of there father as the priest reads scriptures and he stands behind her. She says her vows and the crown is placed on her head and his father helps her up as he looks at both.

"As of today, I pass my crown and my powers to the Exalt Lucina. You shall govern and lead Ylisse to another prosperous and righteous age."

She vows as she gives her final bow to her father, the last exalt and then straightens up, never to bend to anyone ever again.

He stands next to her as she turns to him, "Morgan will you vow that you shall always stay by my side. To counsel me, to advise me and protect me?"

He pulls out Falchion as he kneels and presents the sacred sword to her. To vow, he will use it only for her, and she puts a hand on it as she smiles and accepts his vow. She is truly proud of what her brother has accomplished like a true hero, he has faced every adversary and come out victorious. He gets up as he sheathes it and they both present themselves to their people.

As they complete their coronation details Chrom and Robin stay in the back, now far older as she leans on him and whispers, slight tears in her eyes but she will not cry on her daughter's coronation ceremony.

"We did good, didn't we?"

He leans too and whispers, "Ya we did good Robin."

She is happy, truly happy even after everything they had to sacrifice, they were able to fulfil the one promise they couldn't in another time. They made sure their children will be truly happy, and they were and as their parents, they couldn't be any prouder of them.

Chrom turns to the side as he senses something and beckons to the two people hiding as they smile in embarrassment and rush up to them. The family of four watches over their youngest ones as they take the next most important step in their life.

They all had changed there destines.

(And now finally, old ghosts can be forgotten about.)

[pieman1112]

To think the years flied that quickly. Chrom is now thirty and a father of three beautiful children–well, six if you count the future kids. He is a very lucky man and Chrom knows it. He was lucky since day one. He had Emmeryn to guide him when he was inexperienced and rash. She passed away but he was lucky yet again to meet Rebecca and Spartan; these two were and still his supporters. Every day he is thankful to everything he has (and will have.) He fell in despair but found love to ward off his demons. He felt lonely but now he has a big family. How can he not be happy anymore?  True that he still wishes his big sister lived to see this, lived to have her own happiness.

Chrom had ended one of the meetings he had with an ambassador from Plegia to settle down on some business discussion related to the previous taxes and blocked trading routes between Ylisse and Plegia and Plegia with Ferox. It was hectic but thankfully, by the years, he could tell that the new young people who are leading in Plegia are better compared to the old farts who ruled before. They are somewhat open-minded and willing to have a decent conversation. That’s aside, he is glad that this meeting was over before nightfall. True that dusk was slowly creeping but compared to yesterday or before it, this is quite early.

The king left the superficial matters in Frederick’s hands and exited the room to walk down the long corridors back to his chamber. In his way, he stopped to have a look in the garden thinking he might find someone but he didn’t. He only found the gardener who told the king that the princess and the prince were here not long time ago but the Queen came and fetched them since it was getting cold. Chrom smiled and thanked the gardener and turned around to head back to his original destination.

On his way, he assumed he would hear the kids’ voices ringing in the chamber but it was oddly quiet. He also thought he might find at least Lucina waiting to ambush him when he turned the corner where she usually sits to jump attack him. He brushed it off and continued but he was stopped by (older) Thomas whose cheeks were on fire as he was panting. Chrom quickly questioned the young man but he told him he climbed the stairs as quick as he can to catch up with his father. Chrom raised an eyebrow and still questioned what for he did that and Thomas simply hooked his arm to his father’s arm and giddily dragged him to his chamber. Chrom was still confused but he let Thomas guide him because he knew something is most likely planned by him (gosh, he takes after his mother in that department…not that Chrom minds; actually he is very happy to have his kids look more like and act like rebecca.)

Thomas opened the door with his free hand and pulled Chrom in and the first thing he saw (the sliding door was removed thanks to the kids meddling in their room) Rebecca laying on the bed, (older) Maria to one side and the rest of the kids by order, Lucina, (younger) Thomas and (baby Maria) sitting in Rebecca’s lap as she is telling them a story–probably something from her own world. Thomas grinned happily and went to snuggle beside Rebecca on the other side. Chrom stood there for a moment, taking that scene in. It’s….beautiful? Really…there are no words to describe what he is seeing…if only Lucina stayed as well but he can’t force her to stay in here if it brings her pain. He’s at least thankful Thomas and Maria decided to stay until they figure out what they want to do for themselves, just like their big sister.

Rebecca laughed quietly when she saw Chrom standing there, astonished and lost of words. She called his name and told him he should take off his clothes and come snuggle with them because her story is just getting to the plot twist and he’ll miss it. Chrom sighed inwardly, offering a smile back to his wife and did what she suggested. He took off his coat and boots and crawled to the bed but no one was going to offer him a place near Rebecca until Maria huffed and told him to scoot closer where she sat down his lap and told him to stay quiet so mama can continue her story. Chrom obediently did what his daughter told him to do…wait….why he feels like his kids have him wrapped around their fingers? ….Eh. Who cares.

Now that everyone in place, Rebecca giggled patting Maria’s head and thanking her for giving her place for her father. Maria looked up at Chrom and told him that Hunter said that being kind to people will circle back to her, while nodding to confirm her obtained knowledge. Chrom laughed and patted her head and told her that grandfather is right. However, the other children did not like the hold-up and started to fuss up for Rebecca to continue. Rebecca calmed them down and told them to be good kids or she will stop. Everyone went silent and waited for Rebecca to continue. But first, she leaned her body against Chrom’s, tilting her head to the side, stealing a kiss then off she continued her story. Thomas coughed violently telling Rebecca how gross that was and Maria totally missed that because she was playing with Lucina when it happened. Chrom, meanwhile, had his cheeks bright red because naga’s mercy..she did it again. He can never be prepared for her and…honestly…he does not want to be prepared…this is just fine. He loves it the way it is. His left arm wrapped around Rebecca’s shoulders pulling her close when Thomas raised Chrom’s arm and scooted even closer to be part of the hug. A fit of laughter filled the room before it calmed down and soon after Rebecca’s voice was the only voice that was heard as she continued her story.   

@convxction

The years during and after the war were mixed for Rebecca. Like everything in life, there were the ups and the downs. One of the best moments was when Rebecca met her husband Chrom and fell in love. They had three beautiful children as well. Lucina, Thomas, and Maria. They were growing up so fast. There were also the bad times like when the war started. Rebecca was so frightened about losing her husband or any of their children. There was also the end of the war when the UNSC found them after all those years. Rebecca and 197 knew what it would come to and it was very hard to explain to Young Lucina and Young Thomas why grandpa 197 had to leave but he left and it was the first time Rebecca had been separated from her father. Thankfully she had Chrom to help her. Then there was the more recent event when Rebecca tried to find Future Lucina only to find a letter saying that she left. It broke Rebecca’s heart to hear that Future Lucina had left. Even though Future Lucina wasn’t technically her daughter, Rebecca still regarded her as such.

Now a days she has so many more duties than when she was a Marine. Being Ylisse’s queen was a job and a half. She had meetings to attend to, local lords that would always try to have her go behind Chrom’s back an reinstated the old court system, citizens to talk to. There were even formal balls that she had to attend and getting her children ready for them was a task in of itself. Still she couldn’t complain to much. As long as she is with Chrom and their kids, nothing could be better.

Today was a day she thankfully had no royal duties to attend to. So she went exploring the castle to find her family. She knew Chrom would be busy as he was meeting with a Plegian diplomat. It was winter time so she knew that her children would be playing in the garden. Her hunch was right and soon she found her wonderful children throwing snow balls and building snowmen. She called out to them as they had been playing for a while and told them to come inside. She laughed a little as she was met with complaints about wanting to play longer but she said that if they came she would tell them a story and that got them to come inside.

She began to tell the tale of how their grandfather, the tough and stoic Spartan-197, gained the name of Pieman during his basic training. She made them all promise to never call their grandfather that when he visited. She began her story about what her father went through in boot camp. He and the other spartan recruits were doing running drills and other exercises. During one of those running laps, Hunter had felt that something was off. There were people who weren’t suppose to be there. He warned the others that something was wrong and they were soon attacked by these mysterious She paused her story when Thomas got up to leave asking where he was going. He replied that he was going to get Chrom. She gave a nod and watched as he left. In the mean time she talked about what her world looked like compared to Ylisse. The children couldn’t believe what they were hearing about.

When Chrom came into the room, Rebecca’s eyes laid dreamily on her husband. Ten years since they first met and still it was like she had fallen in love all over again. She gave a slight giggle as Chrom stood there and invited him to the bed. Rebecca kindly asked Maria to move and make some room for her father. Once that was done she patted her head and thanked her. The others started to get restless for Rebecca to continue the story about their grandfather. Before she started it again she leaned into to steal a kiss from her beloved husband. Her action gained an exaggerated response from her only son Thomas. She couldn’t help but smile and booped his nose. 

“Some day you will find some one you want to kiss.” She said lightheartedly.

The group came in for a hug and laughed. Then Rebecca went to finish her story.

“As Grandpa hunter and the others were under attack, there was a nearby cart of pies that were being delivered for that evenings dinner. With his quick thinking he used the pies to distract the mysterious strangers and soon the other spartan recruits did the same. They held out until the Drill Sargent and other soldiers there could aid them. Thus he earned the name Pieman. The heroic Pieman had saved his squad with the help of some apple and cherry pies.” Rebecca said.

[enchantedbride]

Chrom/Joanna - Revelation;Beginnings

Tagging: @radiantfluff, @alovestruckmouse, @theautisticselfshipper, @hinatas-wife, @curiousobsession101, @blackquills-wife 

Summary: The story of how Joanna was initially recruited by Chrom into the Shepherds. 

Notes: Takes place before Sumia and Robin/Reflet are members of the Shepherds. (This is more of a rough idea and I may revise/flesh it out later, but I wanted to get the general gist of what happened out there.)

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Rhea was a sleepy little village in Northern Ylisse. Most of the time, it was peaceful and a refuge along the road that connected to the main way to Ylisstol, the halidom’s capital. For several years now, it was the place where Joanna had made her life and called her home. She was able to practice trade as an apothecary, healing the villager’s ills and injuries. In the couple of years or so, she’d even taken on an apprentice to help her with the work, and in time she had become well acquainted with the people there.

How she had been so lucky to find such a place full of kindhearted humans, she didn’t know. But she had been more than happy to care for them. They in turn, were more than happy to have her and would even help her keep the shop well stocked with supplies. 

The only regret that she had in the matter was that she had to keep certain things to herself, and that she couldn’t simply remain here forever. Well, not without certain secrets being revealed. 

But, in the meantime, she would stay as long she could. Today would not prove a peaceful day, however. 

Joanna had dressed, hiding the ears that gave away her true nature under the cloth wrappings she wore day in and out. ‘It was part of her practice of religion’- it was always the excuse she gave for them, and it was one that was respected more of the time. She had then proceeded with preparing and eating her breakfast, followed by the necessary preparations to open the shop.That of course included checking stocks and attending to the animals she kept for medicinal use. But, she was disturbed to find that her apprentice, George, had not come in yet. By now he was usually here, ready to assist in the final checks before opening shop.

That’s strange, she thought. Usually if he’s ill he’ll send word. Is everything alright?

Joanna thought to don her mage’s cap over her head-wrappings, perhaps put together a small kit in case George was in bed ill. If the boy would not send her word, perhaps she would go to him. The shop could afford to remain closed for a little bit.

However, she started to hear noise from outside. From the sounds she could discern shouting, and clanging of steel. Her heart began to beat a little faster, anxiety beginning to bubble up in her stomach. Is that the sound of... fighting?

“What’s going on?” she asked aloud, jumping to search through her things for a spell tome. Was there trouble going on outside? Is that why George wasn’t in yet?

She then heard closer sounds, the stamping of feet and the sound of breaking glass. It was coming from the front of the shop, and that only heightened Joanna’s anxiety on the matter. Her hand found purchase on a Wind tome on her bookcase, and she opened the book, readying her hand to cast a spell just in case.

“George? Are you there?” she called out. The mage quietly stepped through from the back towards the front of the shop, listening carefully. Unfortunately, things became uncomfortably quiet inside at that moment, though she could still hear sound from the outside. 

“George? What’s happening? Is everything alright?” 

She fell silent once more, listening for even the slightest creek of the wood. Joanna stopped short of the doorway leading to the front counter, her eyes falling closed as she listened.

Very faintly, she could hear the subtle huff of someone breathing. She opened her eyes, spying a cast shadow from the other side. The inky silhouette of a horned humanoid form stretched to her feet. She could also see the faint outline of her shop’s window broken.

No, that most definitely wasn’t George out there.

Joanna took one step forward, beginning to recite the incantation. As soon as she looked up, she recognize the form of a tall and muscled man with an animal pelt draped over his head readying a weapon. 

“That’s far eno-”

Joanna continued the incantation, extending her hand to unleash a whirlwind that pushed the strange intruder back towards the shop’s front window. She gave him no time to get another word in as she recited another incantation, another blast of wind pushing him back once more with enough force to force him out into the street.

In the light of day that came through, Joanna could see much more clearly what she was dealing with.

Just outside, the village was under attack from a group of brigands, and it seemed one of there lot had found his way to her shop.She could hear the shouts, and see wisps of shadows dancing from the alleyways across the street.

“Argh!” The brigand attempted to regain his composure as he picked up his weapon, a hand axe, and tried haphazardly to swing. “Of course I’d have to deal with a village wench who can fight back! Come’ere you-”

“I don’t think so,” she retorted as she ducked under the attack and send another gust of wind towards him. “Away from me, ruffian!” This time, the wind sent him flying back into the side of another building, giving him a large smack before he tumbled to the ground unmoving. 

Joanna didn’t bother to check too closely to see if he was dead or simply incapacitated. On short glance it seemed like he might be the latter, but she had more important things to worry about. 

She briefly looked back, seeing the shop was in worse shape than she thought. In addition to the broken window the storefront had been messed with. Things were tossed on the floor and supplies were scattered. Her main concern above all, however, was people.

I have to fight, check on the others and save who I can. That’s why I learned magic after all, she thought to herself. There are times like this I wish I could use my dragonstone though.

And George... she hoped he was alright in all of this, wherever he was. 

“This way! We’d better hurry, I heard a window break.” Joanna perked up and turned towards the sound of another unfamiliar voice. She kept her tome at the ready, anticipating what was to come.  “Keep your distance!” she warned. “If you mean to harm me or the people of this village, I won’t hesitate to strike.” “Oi, lads! This way.” Another voice called from behind her. She knew it would be dangerous for her to be fighting on both sides. Joanna turned around with her back to the shop, stepping back a few paces as she looked from side to side.  I might very well be outnumbered if I’m not careful, she thought, possibly even surrounded.

“Joanna! Master Joanna, are you hurt?” She knew that voice.  “George!” she called out impulsively, hearing him in the direction she heard the first unfamiliar voice. “I’m alright, but what about you?” Surely enough, from around the corner came the scrappy looking young man she recognized as her apprentice. His red hair and simple tan vestments were in disarray, and he had the expression of utter worry etched into his features. He swiftly came to her side, clutching his knees as he attempted to catch his breath. “Scared half to death. If it weren’t for... the Shepherds... I’d be a dead man.” Joanna’s eyes widened. “What happened? Were you attacked, George? Are you injured?” “Thankfully no. Like I said, I was saved in the nick of time. I told ‘em I was worried about you and I came with their Captain to help.” That must be who I heard before. 

“Shepherds you said?” The name seemed familiar. There had been talk of a royal militia or sorts by that name that traveled the countryside and helped the citizens of Ylisse. But, she had not encountered them as they were too recently formed for her to have passed them in her travels.  “Yeah, that group of nobles who roam the land helping where they can.” “There aren’t just nobles in our ranks, although it certainly started with a few from the noble houses. Mostly because that’s who I knew at the time.”  There they are. Joanna looked behind her apprentice to see who it was who had spoken. A flash of dark blue caught her eye, causing her to instinctively lean to the side to get a better look. Approaching from behind George appeared to be a man somewhat taller than him, wearing ornate and vividly colored clothing, whites accenting deep blues, with trim of silver and gold. A sword hung in its scabbard at his side.  He certainly dresses like a noble, although the lack of a sleeve on one side is a bit odd, she observed of his garments.  He also had a shock of blue hair on his head and eyes to match in shade. After a quick once over, she guessed were she human he’d be only a few years her junior. Of course, in reality the gap was quite more vast than that.  What was she now... 1500 or so? Sometimes it was hard to keep track, especially going the the measurements used by humans.  “So you must be the Captain then?” she asked. “I must thank you and your fellows for looking after my apprentice. I was worried when he didn’t show up to help this morning. But I’m glad he’s safe.” “Yes. We were lucky we got here when we did,” he replied, looking over a moment at the brigand lying face down on the ground. “Although it seems we’re more lucky still you’ve been able to fend off some of the brigands yourself.” “Just one so far. But, I know how to fight, sir. I was trained in magic and it was during that time I learned by trade as an apothecary,” she explained. “Are there any wounded of yours in need of help? Perhaps I can grab some Vulneraries from the shop.” “We have our own stock. But we may have need of them later,” he gently declined. His eyes temporarily flitted to the shattered window and the mess therein. “I’m sorry for the damage. But as long as you weren’t hurt, that’s what matters.” “Yes. A window can be replaced in time and a mess can be cleaned,” she agreed. “If that’s the case then, perhaps I can help you clear this lot out?” She paused for a moment, realizing she hadn’t properly introduced herself. “My apologies. If my apprentice hasn’t told you already, my name is Joanna. Might I know yours or will ‘Captain’ suffice?” He smiled briefly, seeming amused by her lightly teasing remark. “My name is Chrom. I certainly would welcome the help, Joanna. A trained mage can certainly be a formidable ally. But be on your guard. Even brigands shouldn’t be taken lightly.” “Of course not.” She took a deep breath, keeping her tome open and at the ready. I’ve dealt with their like enough times on the road.  I know what to do. “Well then, Captain Chrom. I suppose we should go.” She turned briefly to George, who still looked fretful. “George, you need to get somewhere safe, why don’t you-” “Well! Look at what we’ve got here boys,” called the other unfamiliar voice. “A pair of mice along with one of them blue bloods who think they can come in here and disrupt us...” This mouse can turn into a dragon as big as a house. It was a shame she couldn’t just intimidate him with that. No, she had to keep undercover. But fight to rid the village of this menace? She could do that.

Captain Chrom proceeded to unsheathe his sword. Surely enough, in a mater of moments, a group of the brigands swarmed in. None hesitated a moment, coming in for an attack hard and fast.

“At ‘em, lads!” “George, run!” Joanna hurled another whirlwind, batting back the swath of them and slowing their approach. Her apprentice was reluctant to follow her command however. 

“But what about you?” “I said I know how to fight. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. I’m a trained mage and have a trained soldier at my side. Now, go!”

Hesitantly, George looked away, searching for an escape route before he acted at her insistence. He vanished from view, leaving her alone with the captain as her ally against the gang they faced.

A sphere of air began to gather in her hand as she prepared to attack again, trying her best to dodge the swings of axes and swords alike. Unfortunately she wasn’t fast enough for one and she was sure that she was to take a blow. Instinctively she shut her eyes and put up a hand in defense.

But the blow never came, instead replaced by the screech of steel grating. 

She looked up to see that the captain had come to her rescue, pushing back to give her some room. 

“Captain Chrom! You have my thanks yet again.” Another wind spell from her whipped past him and hit the brigand, sending him hurtling into the side of her shop with a loud crash. 

“It’s not trouble. We’re not done yet, though.” Chrom quickly felled another of their enemies that was closed in, bringing down his blade in a powerful arc that for a moment captured her gaze. He moved with a certain swiftness and power she’d scarce seen in humans, even ones of good strength and military prowess. 

The gruff shout of another brigand attempting to get the upper hand on her broke the spell however, and she loosed her magic on them the same as the rest that came in her path. During the flow of the fight, she failed to notice her cap knocked from her head. Swings made at her also left scratches in her clothing, including her head-wrappings.  “We should try to cover ground. We should make sure the other villagers alright.” Joanna piped up as she took a step and keep up her elemental barrage. 

“Good idea. The rest of the Shepherds could probably use our aid.”

The two of them each attempted to carve a path, and they managed to moved down the street until they turned to the next over. 

Slowly, the number of brigands dwindled, either defeated or compelled into a fearful retreat. Eventually they reached another cluster of them, engaged with what seemed to be another group of combatants. They stood out among the lot, even from the villagers who had tried to take up arms. Some were obviously soldiers, fashioned in bright armor and atop horses, while others seemed to be dressed in rather well-made and vividly colored attire with staves in hand.  Joanna even managed to spot the familiar black robes and pointed caps of of a pair of mages among them.  The rest of the Shepherds, no doubt.

The group was quite able against the brigands on their own, but Joanna did not hesitate to follow Captain Chrom’s lead in lending a hand. He continued to display incredible speed and strength, and an impressive persistence.  She did not relent in her attacks either. Wind cut through and tossed brigands every which way. Joanna paid no mind to the fact that a strike from the enemy had left a strip of fabric in her head-wrappings loose. Though it still clung to her head until she sent another powerful blast of wind hurtling towards what remained of the lot.  Lances and swords clashed against axes. Fire and thunder crackled from fingertips. Slowly but surely those that meant harm to the village were either subdued or relenting and retreating into the shadows. In the din of it all, Joanna failed to noticed the slip of cloth and the feeling of air against her ears. All that mattered was driving the brigands back.

The last of them were overwhelmed by the combined mind of the Shepherds against them, and in a flurry of blows the chaos settled. 

Joanna’s first thoughts were of George and her fellow villagers. There was no doubt the village elder would have been a prime target, as well as anyone who could have been used to coerce those who could put up a fight into submission. There would be injured, and there would be a trail of destruction to survey.

“I need to head back to my shop... and I need to find George,” she thought aloud. “Healers can only work on so many people at a time, but I can provide tonics and vulneraries in the meantime to help treat the injured...”

“Master Joanna! There you...” She heard George call to her from one of the side alleyways before his voice trailed off. 

“George! Good timing. Did you keep yourself safe?” He emerged approach with an elderly woman that Joanna recognized as the village elder, Guinevere. George looked rather surprised and concerned, and she feared something might be wrong.

“I’m fine! Elder Guinevere took those who couldn’t fight into the shrine to Naga since it’s a sturdier and safer structure.” He replied. “We came to see if you and the Shepherds were alright...Master Joanna... you’re...”

“I’m...?” Joanna frowned, confused by his hesitation. But after a moment, a gust of wind whisked past her, tickling her bare ears and causing them to reflexively twitch. Her eyes immediately began to widen as realization dawned on her, and she dropped her book to cover her ears. “Oh gods! No! No no no no no!”

“Well, I’ll be!” The elder attempted to hurry past George to get a closer look. “Our village apothecary is a dragonkin! No wonder you don’t appear to have aged a day since you got here.”

“Hold on!” She could hear the voice of Captain Chrom behind her, followed by a couple sets of footsteps approaching from that direction as well. “By the gods! You’re saying Joanna is a manakete?”

“I-I’m sorry...” Joanna began back away from her, starting to quickly devolve into a panicked state. “I’m sorry!” She felt fear and dread starting to swallow up her thoughts. Even if they’re not, I’ve put these people in danger now. If word gets out that a dragon lives here, they might become a target to slavers. I’ve put myself in danger, too! You careless, stupid air for brains!

“You’re sorry?” Elder Guinevere grew closer to her as well, feet shuffling in the dirt. Joanna felt a hand reach out and attempt to comfortingly press against her back. “My dear girl, no. Please, it’s all right...”

Joanna jerked away from her, startled by the sudden touch. “No! Don’t touch me!” she snapped. After a second however she realized she sounded more aggressive than intended, and for a moment in her state she attempted some level of calm. “...I don’t like being touched, Elder. Not without warning or permission.”

“Oh, dear! I’m so sorry. I forgot. I will try better to remember.” The elder immediately withdrew her hand. “Is there something I can do to help you, Joanna, dear?”

Joanna shook her head, coiling away ashamedly. “No. There isn’t anything you can do, elder. I’m sorry. This is all my fault, I should have been more careful...”

“About what? Hiding your true nature?”

“Yes!” Soon the footsteps of the captain and the others with him stopped. Joanna jerked her head away from them too. 

“My dear. In Ylisse we worship the Divine Dragon, Naga. Dragonkind are more than welcome-”

“With all due respect, Elder Guinevere, you don’t know what we face,” Joanna retorted. In the midst of her fear and dread, she took umbrage with the elder’s well-meaning but uninformed remark. “There are still people in Ylisse and beyond who hate us, even as they praise Naga after all she did for humankind. Or they see what few of us remain as prized trophies. And they’ll not hesitate to kill whomever stands between them and us. I couldn’t let myself be captured or let anyone suffer for my sake. I just want to be free and for my friends to be safe.” 

“That’s... oh Naga’s breath, that’s awful! Most folk don’t hear anything of how dragonkind fares now that there are so few left. I’m so sorry, dear.”

“It’s truly terrible what you’ve had to live through if this is true. But is it freedom if you must spend your entire life in hiding?”

Joanna recognized that it was Captain Chrom who interjected.She hesitantly looked over to see him approaching. A mixture of concern and amazement were evident in his features. Trailing not far behind was an older heavily armored knight with a stern expression and a young girl with blonde pigtails and a bright yellow dress. They were probably fellow Shepherds of his, were she to guess. 

“Maybe not. But what choice do I have? I must run and disappear and hide again, or doom this village to be targeted by slavers.”

“There’s always another choice,” he gently rebutted. So, he’s an idealist, she observed. She had to admire young ideal sorts, untainted by time and trauma. Hopefully, he would keep that outlook, even were dark times to visit him. “I’m sorry, Joanna. I can’t stand by and do nothing in light of what you’ve said. But even were that not the case, you were a great help to my Shepherds and your village both. I am indebted to you, and I would see that repaid.”

Hesitantly, she attempted to meet his gaze as best she could without making herself uncomfortable. “You’re very kind, Captain. But I’m afraid I’m uncertain what you have in mind. Unless you plan to petition the Exalt for protection on my behalf.” She began to lower her hands away from her ears reluctantly. “I’m tired of running, Captain.”

“Well, maybe you don’t have to this time. Not if you’re with me.” He paused for a moment, before extending a hand and smiling. “You’re a clearly talented mage, Joanna, and you care for the well being of others. My Shepherds could use someone like you.”

“You’re...? You want me to join your militia?” Joanna blinked. “Wait, are you using my circumstances as leverage to get new blood for your army? Because if so...”

“No. I wouldn’t ever press someone into joining the Shepherds,” he replied with both firmness and reassurance. “I can still offer you protection should you refuse. I will see to it that both you and Rhea are safe from slavers, you have my word. And I will speak to the Exalt about the plight of your people.”

“Yeah, we promise we’ll help no matter what! But it’d be nice to have you along if you do join up.” She heard the girl pipe up from behind the captain. Joanna looked over, seeing she was clearly in awe and eagerly wanting to approach her. She felt both a mixture of flattery and mild annoyance, though she was fairly certain the girl meant well. 

“You’re very kind,” she replied, feeling herself coming down a bit from her panic. “Though being able to speak with the Exalt would be a tall order, would it not? Then again, George mentioned members of your royal militia were nobility. I suppose it’d be easier for you than some others.”

“It would be much easier than you think,” the knight behind the captain remarked. “After all, milord is the Exalt’s younger brother, you see.”

Joanna paused, stunned as another wave of realization hit her. “The Exalt’s brother... then you’re a prince?” 

“That would be the case,” Chrom confirmed, perhaps with the slightest hint of laughter at the end of his agreement. “As prince, I myself can confer royal protection. But I can also speak to my sister about the plight of dragonkind.”

“I could too, in theory,” added to the blonde girl. “But he offered first. But just so you know I’m willing to put my weight behind it too. We’ll make sure any idiot who tries to enslave you or hurt your village will be in big trouble.”

So the girl must be a sibling of the Exalt as well, then.

“I... I don’t know what to say.” Joanna found herself having trouble processing what was happened. “B-but who will run my shop if I’m gone? And the building has been damaged! What about the animals I use for my work? Who will look after them? Would I be able to return to Rhea if I choose?”

“Master Joanna! I can take care of the animals! I’ve gotten the hang of it by now and can run things here, I think,” George finally piped up, “You’ve taught me well. And I reckon after all the years you served as our apothecary and helped us I think people around town would be willing to help rebuild the shop. Wouldn’t they, Elder?”

“They surely would. Joanna has been a friend to our community for years. And you have also stood up to defend us now.” The elder turned to the manakete. “We are indebted to you as well, my dear. For all you have saved, through your medicine and your bravery today. You will be missed if you go, but you won’t just be helping us if you do.”

“What do you mean?”

“The prince of Ylisse has offered to speak to the Exalt on your behalf. If you go, you might get the chance to speak to the Exalt yourself. And if you fight for the crown, you might just save a lot more than just our little village as well as yourself. Others across Ylisse may have yet need of you,” explained Elder Guinevere. 

“This is true,” agreed the prince. “This all depends on what you wish to do, Joanna. You may have been pressed into certain choices in the past. But I promise you here, this is a choice you are free to make as you wish. And I can assure you, if you join me, you are still free to return to Rhea later. It’s all your choice.”

Joanna looked away, her eyes fixed to the ground. “My choice?” She clenched her hands, her face twisting in serious contemplation. Silence filled the space, until she moved to recover her tome from the ground. She blew on it, dusting off the dirt from its cover. “I want to be free, and I don’t want to hide. Maybe if I walk a different path I can change things, for myself as well as for my people, and the people here I call my friends.”

“So does that mean you’ll come with us?” asked the girl, now known to Joanna as princess. 

“It seems l have very little to lose and much to gain if I do. I don’t know if this is fate or coincidence. But it is fortuitous nonetheless,” Joanna replied. “Captain Chrom, or prince as it were. I wish to make some preparations and speak with my apprentice and check on some people in town before I go. But... I will go with you and your compatriots.”

“Lissa!” The princess corrected. “...My name is Lissa. The big guy here is Frederick. This is going to be amazing!”

“Thank you for joining us. I daresay I never thought I’d meet one of your kind. In this matter, I feel inclined to agree with milord Chrom. Though, I am concerned about how much will be put into protecting Rhea. But... I may have a suggestion on the matter.”

“A fair concern, I must admit,” Joanna remarked. “But you are welcome, Sir Frederick. It is nice to meet you, as well as your highness Princess Lissa.”

“I would certainly welcome a suggestion if you have it, Frederick. But in the meantime...” He extended a hand out to Joanna, waiting to see if she would take it. “You may make any preparations you need, Joanna. We may have need to stay here for the eve before setting out.” He smiled genially. 

“Which you are certainly welcome to, your highness,” the elder briefly interjected.

Joanna slowly extended a free hand, giving Chrom’s a firm shake.

“I look forward to working with you, Captain Chrom. You seem the very trusting and generous sort. That definitely is a point in your favor with me.”

“Well, some would say too trusting,” Chrom replied with a laugh as he briefly glanced over as Frederick, “But I am glad. I hope one day you will not only count us as allies, but as friends.”

“A warm sentiment. I hope it proves true in time.”

[freckledskittles]

104th SSBU Mains

In the midst of playing Super Smash Bros Ultimate and the trailer for the second half of SNK’s third season, this heap of crap came out of nowhere and now it’s the only thing I can think about

I don’t know a lot about some of these series so please excuse me for any mistakes or inaccuracies!

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Eren: Roy. He got into Fire Emblem when he first played SSB:Melee, and he fell in love with that red-haired boy. When he plays Ultimate, Eren is less likely to stick to one character (his argument is that “everyone is good and I love all of them DON’T MAKE ME CHOOSE”), but when he has to, he knows his boy Roy is there for him. Alternatives are Ryu, Mega Man, and Zelda, which, in his mind, if you’re going to play anyone, they’re the best options.

Fun fact: half of the reason he plays Ryu is to bug Armin to be Ken since “they’re best friends and we’re best friends and you look like Ken.” Same for Simon and Richter.

Mikasa: Young Link. LOZ is her favorite video game series by far (Majora’s Mask is her favorite hmu about Mikasa headcanons I love her) and when she heard he was coming back to Smash, she was sold on him before the game was out. She likes any Link, but Young Link has a charm and holds a lot of nostalgia for her. And she likes how he's the only one of the Link trio to have fire arrows. Alternatives are Yoshi (somewhat for the IRS meme but mostly for her fave green dinosaur), Mewtwo for the Pokemon representation, and Samus. Nothing beats an “I’m strong” catchphrase than the first female video game protag.

Armin: Mega Man. Of the video game series he’s gotten into, Legend of Zelda and Mega Man are the ones he’s most loyal too. For Ultimate, he’s more into the mini easter eggs that Mega Man’s moves give to other characters in the franchise than winning the game, and will probably play the single player modes the most, but he doesn’t mind fighting his friends. Alternatives include Pit, Pikachu and Falco; he doesn’t know much about Falco or Pit, except what he’s heard from everyone else, but it’s better than giving into Eren’s whim to play as Simon or Ken.

Jean: Ike. He grew up on that good old GameCube system, so of course he’d go to Ike, whose first game was for GC. He won’t admit it out loud, because he’s a Cool Guy™, but RPGs are near and dear to this boy’s heart. And what better way to share that love than with a blue-haired boy with a big ass sword? Also, he’s pretty good at Smash? So whatever smack talk he has is actually backed by some type of skill and experience. Alternative mains are Zelda, Young Link, and Pichu, all which took a very deep study of each character to develop. It was a serious decision.

Marco: Link. Like Armin, he has limited experience in videogame knowledge, and he’s just here to play with some characters and sass his friends. Link is the one he knows best, and the BOTW design is really pleasing to him. He’s really not here to win or show off how good he is cough cough Erejean. He just wants to have fun! And will do so in ways that make everyone regret handing him the controller, but he doesn’t know that. (Ridley just came out how the hell has he already mastered him?) Alternatives are Ness for the baseball references, Kirby for the deceit, and Marth for a cute blue-haired boy.

Fun fact: it’s a running joke among the 104th nerds that Ness’s design was inspired by Marco, and just to play into the joke, Marco has learned how to imitate Ness’s voice perfectly. For shits and giggles, he’ll spam the “okay” taunt if he’s doing better.

Sasha: Kirby. A classic, in her opinion, and the most versatile character since he can get the move of any player he inhales. There’s nothing more terrifying than a smiling pink glob hitting you with a hammer and nothing will change her mind. She put in so many hours to Kirby’s GBA and DS games when she was a kid that she can’t not play as him. Alternatives are Toon Link and Luigi for the GameCube nods, and Daisy. She makes up for losses by whispering “hi I’m Daisy” under her breath. It has a 95% chance of making them laugh.

Fun fact: the 104th buds have enforced a ban on Sasha’s Luigi when they’re playing together. He is too strong for mortal minds to comprehend.

Connie: Diddy Kong. The peanut gun really sold it for him, and he loves that Donkey Kong being the big goof that he is has a tiny sidekick like Diddy. He’s not here to win or compete seriously—he just wants to have fun. And that fun requires shooting peanuts and slapping opponents with his tail, but he’s not keeping track. Alternatives are Snake for laughs, Villager for the Look Of Death from that one skin (you know which one), and Peach. If he and Sasha are on a team, it’s a nightmare of hip bumps and golf clubs. If they’re facing off, No One Is Safe.

Reiner: Samus. As a kid, his mom wanted him to get into video games that were “safe for the kids” and so there was a bit of a limit to what he could play. But Metroid was something she okayed, and the series now has a special place in his heart. Samus is amazing to him? A bounty hunter in space who fights a giant dinosaur and is also a woman? He’s proud of that. Alternatives include Donkey Kong (more to play with Connie than anything else, really), Mario, and Olimar. Pikmin was another series he was able to play; if he had to choose, the white Pikmin are his favorite.

Bertholdt: Olimar. Sorta like Reiner, his video game knowledge is limited, but more by choice than anything. His knowledge stems from friends and his brothers playing DS games. (Their favorite is Spirit Tracks hmu about Bert headcanons I love him.) He chose Olimar, who he recognizes thanks to Reiner, but also because he looks like he is waaay out of his element. Which is how Bert feels 98% of the time. Alternatives are Marth, Shulk, and Pit; he didn’t choose them until he played at least some of their main games. (Which he did end up doing and enjoyed them all.)

Annie: Incineroar. She’s a Pokemon girl when no one’s watching, and that asshole cat pulling a clothesline on stage is exactly why she’s playing the game. She didn’t choose Litten when she played Sun/Moon (Rowlet is her dear round boy), but by god if she’s not going to take her chance. She was skeptical of Incineroar at his release but once she played him, she was a fan. The stone-like facade she wears playing him doesn’t help either—it’s win or death. Alternatives are King K. Rool, Zelda, and Ridley. She makes heavy characters look easy and the 104th does not appreciate it.

Ymir: Little Mac. A 5′7″ boxer from the Bronx is squaring up to fight a fire-breathing dragon, an anthropomorphic hedgehog, and a pink blob that wants to put her to sleep. It doesn’t matter—he’s here to beat everyone up and he won’t stop until he wins. She may be biased (modern au headcanon that she’s from the Bronx what up) which some will allege is her reason for picking Little Mac, but that’s just slander to her. Alternatives include Mega Man (after so many years of not having that iconic blue boy), Chrom (“that’s an ugly ass tattoo put some sleeves on”), and Sheik.

Fun fact: it takes every bit of her lesbian heart to not choose the girls because the 104th knows her attraction to long blonde hair and is waiting for her to do it. And sometimes, you need Peach to shut them up.

Historia: Marth. He’s a royal blue boy! Look at how pretty! Soft headcanon that Historia likes fighting games and RPGs because hello punching bad guys and using sword to battle evil? Yes please she wants that. She’ll distract everyone with praises of her character and “how beautiful” they are while attacking the 104th with every chance she gets. She’s here to win, and when she will, she just smiles and says “don’t worry we’re all winners.” But everyone knows who the One True Winner is. Alternatives are Ryu, Zero Suit Samus, and Pichu. When she chooses Pichu, the 104th buds know the game is over.

[levin-swort]

Hold you close

Fire Emblem Awakening: Chrom/mRobin

Word Count: 3,825

Summary: Chrom’s worries keep him up at night, and he finds comfort in one of Robin’s shirts. Robin gets carried away with work and tries to find some peace of mind, so he can sleep. They find their peace in each other and finally go the fuck to sleep.

I wrote Chrom and Robin as both trans, and they’re unobservant dumbasses, pining for each other.

Chrom tossed and turned in his cot. They had a long march tomorrow, and it wouldn’t do well to start with little rest, but he just couldn’t find enough peace to sleep. The campaign had been weighing on him for weeks, and he thought he would feel some reprieve– no matter how brief– after Gangrel’s defeat. He missed Emmeryn more than he could put into words, and the final blow in Gangrel’s chest felt like a hollow victory since it didn’t bring her back– nothing could. The war was over, but there was still so much work to do. When he returned to Ylissitol he would have to prepare to ascend the throne and become Exalt, a task he was woefully unprepared for and dreading. Chrom wasn’t ready to bear the weight of the halidom. He had been neglecting his studies, and didn’t know the full scope of work being the Exalt entailed. He didn’t have Emmeryn’s patience and persistence when it came to negotiating and refusing to give ground to advisers and nobles. Chrom didn’t know what to do, and they would no doubt take advantage of this. To make matters worse, the council would no doubt still be shaken by Emmeryn’s fall and insist he marry and have an heir just in case disaster fell upon the royal line again.

It couldn’t be Lissa because of how young she was and well, they were unsure as to whether her child would bear the brand or not. Chrom didn’t see that as an issue, but there would be an outrage from at least the nobles. She was also too young to marry right now, but maybe in a few years she’d tie the knot with Maribelle. Even so, Chrom didn’t know how much time the council was willing to give him or whether they would consider a Lissa’s potential child a worthy heir to the throne. He was afraid that the council would force him to carry a child himself. The thought made his skin crawl. He now felt himself worried sick with the possibility that the council would only accept him as a possible source of heirs. Chrom felt the pit grow in his stomach as he thought about how this also meant he couldn’t marry Robin. He had held infatuations for men and women and courted briefly, but the feelings he felt for Robin had grown so much in the past months that he couldn’t imagine marrying anyone else. He was his best friend, the wind at his back, and the sword at his side.

Not that he would even be interested in me anyway.

Chrom turned over again and sighed. He lit the lantern on his nightstand and pulled out a book to read. He didn’t read as often as he should, but it helped him feel tired enough to sleep at night. Luckily, this was a tactical tome that should be dull enough to induce sleep in just a few pages. Unluckily, this was a book Robin had given to him so he would feel less lost in their tactics meetings, and he knew he would probably start thinking about the tactician and loose more sleep. In only a few paragraphs of infantry compositions and formations, his mind wandered to the times where Robin’s hand had brushed against his as they looked over maps. And to the way he laughed when Chrom made terrible puns. And the determination in his voice when he said they’d make it through a battle. And how he had comforted him after Emmeryn’s fall, telling him they were two halves of a greater whole and he’d be there to pull him back up should he fall.

Gods, he felt more awake now, lost in his gay thoughts. He set the book down and sat up, running his hands through his hair, trying to force himself to feel tired. Despite his efforts, his thoughts kept swimming and tangling until he could feel the anxiety in his veins. There was no way reading could help him now. Maybe he could practice some sword drills until he was exhausted. Probably not. That would also cause him to lose more sleep, and the amount of physical activity he needed to calm down now would cause him to end up sore tomorrow.

Out of options, he reached under his pillow and pulled out one of Robin’s shirts. He found it to be very comforting, even if he did feel guilty having it. He saw the shirt when he was on laundry duty two weeks ago. Robin had a close call with a myrmidon and torn the garment. Chrom thought Robin wouldn’t miss it if it were gone or he’d think someone discarded it or perhaps was mending it, but it was only a few days before he had started asking about it. He felt that keeping the shirt was a silly thing to do, and he should really give it back, but it was so comforting to hold… He really should stop doing this, so Robin could have his shirt back, and he could make sure no one found out about this.

Just one more night, Chrom thought to himself as he sank into the cot again, holding onto the shirt. He pressed the soft cotton against his lips and breathed in the scent of firewood and ink that always seemed to cling to Robin. He felt himself relax and it wasn’t long before he drifted off, imagining he was holding Robin close and not just his shirt.

              I’ve made a mistake, Robin thought to himself as he checked his pocket watch and realized that it was 2am. The timepiece, had ironically, been a gift from Chrom to help him avoid staying up too late. Robin had meant to just organize his papers a bit, so it would be easier to pack up his desk in the morning, but one thing led to another, and now he was trying to plan out the rest of their march back to Ylissitol. The route along the Longfort would be safer from possible Risen attacks, but the cold would be very taxing, especially since it would be a longer route. We just ended this war, everyone deserves a break. Going through Plegia would be much faster, but gods I’m so tired of sand, and I’m sure no one wants the Ylissian army to stay here much longer… I’ve been focusing on this too much to think clearly.

              He knew he needed to clear his mind somehow if he was going to sleep at all. Maybe a walk around camp would help. I could probably also discuss this with however’s on watch. Robin slipped on his cloak and pulled on his boats, hoping the cool night air would ease his mind. The camp was dimly lit by a few lanterns and the central campfire. The stars were beautiful, almost familiar. That was probably just because they had been in Plegia for so long. He walked around camp, enjoying the stillness and peace. As he approached the campfire, he saw that Stahl had fallen asleep, using a cloak as a makeshift pillow. He should really wake him up, but Stahl had been so tired these past few days, and he looked so peaceful. Robin was already awake, he might as well take over the night watch. He should get Stahl a proper pillow and blanket first. He gave Stahl a pat on the head before walking over to the supply tent. It only took a few minutes of rummaging through crates to find a decent pillow and blanket. While leaving the tent, he saw a light lit within Chrom’s tent. Chrom’s awake! I could go over to talk about routes and see how he’s doing before joining Stahl.

              He approached Chrom’s tent, smiling a little too broadly at the prospect of chatting with his best friend and crush. Chrom’s kindness and willing to help others was so warm, and his conviction and how true he was to himself made his heart flutter. Robin had tried to keep himself in check, remain at a friendly distance. He was a nobody found lying in a field, and even if Chrom cared little for station or birth, the crown prince of the realm simply couldn’t be with a Plegian amnesiac he’d found in the mud. They had been at war for several months, and their responsibilities had to be to the soldiers they lead first, not to each other. But the war had ended, and it was unlikely that Chrom would be able to lead the Shepherds as Exalt so maybe… But Chrom didn’t see him as anything more than a friend anyway. It was best to remain at this distance to try to spare his own feelings. Or at least he tried to. One night after a horrific nightmare he could barely remember, Robin decided to walk around camp and avoid sleep as best he could. Chrom had found him and sat with him, comforting him. He had offered to share tents with him if it could possibly ease his nightmares, and even thought Robin craved that intimacy, he firmly declined, afraid of complicating things and falling deeper into his own longing for the prince. But, since Emmeryn’s death, he had comforted and supported Chrom several times, late at night, and on a few occasions, held him close to try to ease his sobs. His heart skipped more beats in the past few weeks than he would’ve preferred, but he couldn’t help but love the feeling.

              This isn’t going to last, he told himself. You’re more than happy for his friendship, that’s all this will ever be. Robin took a moment to still his swirling gay emotions before stepping close to the tent flap and calling out “Chrom? It’s Robin. May I discuss something with you?”

              A muffled “Yeah” came out before he heard the creak of Chrom’s cot. Robin took this as his invitation and stepped into the tent. He saw that Chrom was asleep, tangled in his blankets with his hair splayed out on his pillow. He had forgotten to blow out his lantern. It wouldn’t do well to burn excess oil, Robin thought to himself as he walked over to Chrom’s nightstand. Before blowing out the lantern, he took a few minutes to stare warmly at Chrom’s sleeping form. He was mumbling in his sleep and he even mumbled Robin’s name a few times. His cheeks warmed when he heard that, and he couldn’t help but smile fondly at the sleeping prince. Chrom tossed and turned again, mumbling something about oranges before opening his eyes and sleepily saying “Robin?”

              Robin froze as he heard this, caught staring. His mind started to race— shit fuck Chrom caught me watching him sleep!! But! I can just say that I thought he was awake because his lantern was on and I was going to turn it off for him because that’s what I was doing, right? Totally not creepy! We’re just friends, we’re just friends, we—

              “Robin, what’re you doing up so late?” His eyelids were drooping with sleep, and the light of the lantern made his blue eyes shine. Those eyes looked over him fondly and widened when he saw the blanket and pillow he was carrying. “Did you have another nightmare, Robin? Here, there should be enough room for you here” he said as he scooched over and patted an empty space for Robin. “Do you want to talk about it?”

              Oh my gods this is happening oh my gods. The look of concern on Chrom’s face was almost enough to melt his resolve, but he held firm. Or at least he tried to as he started to ramble. “Chrom! No, I, uhh, I didn’t have a nightmare, that’s not why I’m here! I just, umm, got carried away with work again, and I thought I’d go on a walk to calm myself and then I saw Stahl had fallen asleep on watch, so I thought I might as well get him some proper bedding and take up the watch myself, since I’m already up you know. Everyone’s been working so hard, they deserve a break.”

              “You also deserve a break too, Robin. You’ve been carrying this army for monthes.” Chrom said as he sat up.

              “I can rest when we get to Ylissitol haha… Ummm, anyway that’s part of why I’m here! I saw your light was on and thought you were awake and wanted to talk to you about routes back to the capital—“ Chrom’s face fell at the mention of Ylissitol and returning home. Robin’s hurried rambling abrupty stopped and he asked, softly, “Is something wrong, Chrom?”

              “No, it’s fine, I—“ Chrom cut off as he stared at his shaking hands. Every nerve in his body was screaming that he shouldn’t do this, he should remain at a friendly distance, but Robin sat down on the cot with him and put a hand on his shoulder.

              “What’s bothering you, Chrom? Do you want to talk about it?” Robin said, softly, turning his gaze to Chrom’s.

              Chrom wiped his eyes and tried to still his shaky breathing. Robin felt his heart constrict at the sight of his friend so distressed. It was a few moments before Chrom spoke. “It’s just… everything. It all feels too overwhelming. Em’s—“ His voice broke, and Robin rubbed his back, trying to comfort him. “Em’s gone.” Chrom started breaking into sobs, and Robin pulled him in for a hug “I miss her so much. I-I should have been able to do something”

              “It’s not your fault Chrom. She… she made her choice to- to protect you and Lissa. I can’t begin to understand what it feels like for you, but I miss her too. She was a wonderful and kind person. She didn’t deserve what happened to her. She loved you, and she- she knew you can keep moving forward.” Robin said, now running his fingers through Chrom’s hair. He had no memories of consoling people before Emmeryn’s death, and he felt like he was fumbling, but Chrom hugged him back, tightly and his sobbing seemed to calm down.

              “Y-you’re right, Robin… Thanks…” After a few minutes, Chrom spoke again, voice still weak. “I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to be Exalt. I don’t have the experience or patience Em did, I never expected to be in this position. I-I can’t carry the halidom, I’m, I’m going to falter and I- I’m afraid I’m going to fail, Robin. The council will want an heir, and… I’m afraid the council… they’re going to force me to marry and carry it” Chrom’s voice was shaking and dropped to barely above a whisper.

              “Chrom… You don’t have to go into this alone. I’m here for you, the Shepherds, we all are. Maribelle, Frederick, and I can help you figure out what to do and help you with your work. We’re your friends, we’re here to support you. Like I said, you don’t have to be just like Em… just stay true to yourself. If you fall, I’ll be here to pick you back up. As for the council, we’ll all be here to stand by you. Lissa and Maribelle are probably going to get married in a few years, so the council should be satisfied there… If all else fails, you can simply refuse to ascend the throne if they try to force you to do that, right?”

              “Y-yeah… that should work.” Chrom said, voice a little stronger. “T-thank you. Robin. For everything. I’m so glad to have met you. I don’t know what I would do without you” He hugged Robin tighter and rested his head in the crook of his neck. His crying slowly stopped.

              “I’ll always be here for you Chrom. You’re my best friend.” Robin said. Now that Chrom was feeling better, Robin felt the exhaustion of the long day start to catch up with him, and he leaned on Chrom in their embrace. They sat like that for a few minutes, taking comfort in the other’s touch. Robin stared at the cot for a little bit, before seeing something familiar half hidden among the blankets. “Chrom? Is that my shirt?”

                Chrom flinched and quickly moved out of the embrace, sitting back and attempting to hide the stolen garment. “What? Your shirt? Why, why would that be here?” Chrom said, trying and failing to act casually.

              “I don’t know, Chrom, but I’m pretty sure I saw it. I did lose a shirt a week or two ago.” Robin thought about pressing him more because the thought of Chrom stealing one of his shirts to sleep with made his heart race with hope. But, Chrom just broke down, as much as he wanted to know if his feelings were returned, he didn’t want Chrom to be stressed out more if that wasn’t actually the case. His shirt probably just got lost in the laundry and was accidentally put in Chrom’s pack, and he’s just embarrassed now. Robin started to get up and said “But if you’re sure, I’ll look elsewhere. It’s getting pretty late, I should let you rest, we have a long—“

              “Wait, Robin!” Chrom said and grabbed his hand. Robin looked at him quizzically and tried to ignore the heat rising to his cheeks. Chrom looked panicked and flustered and seemed to be attempting to say something but could only get out a mix of umm’s and stutters. Robin waited, his own brain starting to short circuit. Finally, Chrom managed to collect himself enough to speak coherently. “I… ummm, your shirt is here” he said and untangled it from the blankets. He held it up, and sure enough, it was the shirt that had torn and gone missing. “I, ummm…” he broke eye contact, obviously staring at the tent walls behind Robin. Robin knew him well enough to know this meant Chrom was trying to come up with a lie to cover something mildly embarrassing, and Chrom must’ve known that Robin knew this because he sighed and turned his gaze closer to Robin. He rubbed his free hand on the back of his neck as he said “I stole your shirt, Robin.”

              Now Robin’s brain really started to malfunction. He said nothing, trying to process what Chrom just said and what this could mean.

              Chrom, having worked up the courage to say this, continued talking. “I thought you wouldn’t notice or wouldn’t miss it, so I took it. It was so soft and smelled like you, and it’s… really comforting to hold… Robin,” Chrom stopped rubbing his neck and turned to look him in the eye, placing his free hand onto Robin’s. “Robin, I know this is sudden, and if you don’t want any of this, that’s fine and we can just forget about all of this and be friends! I just, I can’t keep this in any longer.” Chrom took a few, almost comically loud deep breathes as Robin held his breathe in anticipation.

              “Robin, at first I thought of you as an ally, then a comrade, and finally a friend, one of my best friends in fact. I’ve felt the bonds between us grow stronger and stronger and it wasn’t very long until I realized… I’m in love with you, Robin. Like I said, if you don’t feel the same way or don’t want to talk about this ever again, I’m more than ok with that! We’ll always be friends! That I promise. I just, needed to tell you this.”

              CHROM FEELS THE SAME WAY?!?!? Robin was internally screaming until he started feeling dizzy from holding his breath for so long. He wavered and fell rather gracelessly onto Chrom. Chrom wasn’t expecting this and fell back, with Robin on top of him. After catching his breath and trying to process the flurry of emotions in his heart, Robin squeaked out “you are?”

              “Since the very first moment I laid eyes on you, I just didn’t realize it until the last few months.” Chrom said almost breathlessly.

               Oh my gods even if this is real? It can’t go anywhere can it? Robin tried to focus his thoughts and chocked out “We-we can’t. Be together, I mean. I’m just a Plegian nobody with a probably sketchy past that you just found in the mud. You, you’re the prince of Ylisse and my commander, I’m your tactician. We, we can’t follow our hearts here… can we?”

              “OUR hearts?” Chrom said, a little loudly.

              “Yes…” Robin felt himself lose the battle of wills inside him. He smiled as he fondly stared into Chrom’s eyes before saying “Because I love you as well. I have for a very long time”

              “You do? But that’s… that’s wonderful!! You said it yourself, if the council won’t let us be together, then I’ll refuse to ascend the throne. The people will love you Robin, you carried us through and ended this war” Chrom laughed with happiness as he pulled Robin closer into an embrace. “This is the best day of my life! Robin listen to me, you, you’re like the wind at my back, and the sword at my side. Together, my love, we’ll build a peaceful world, just you and me.”

              Robin chuckled at Chrom’s dramatic words before sitting up a bit and cupping his face. Robin smiled broadly, eyes crinkling, as he asked “May I?” Chrom all but jumped up into their first kiss. The kiss was tender, and Chrom’s lips were soft, if a little chapped. Chrom’s hands moved to hold Robin’s back and trace little circles with his thumbs. They broke their first kiss, smiling at each other with all the warmth of the sun. Chrom unceremoniously yawned, and Robin chuckled at this. “It is rather late, isn’t it? We should get what sleep we can,” Robin said and moved to get up.

              “Do you want to sleep here?” Chrom said as he placed his hand on Robin’s arm.

              “If you would have me, I would love to.” Robin said, leaning down to kiss Chrom’s forehead. He moved to take off his cloak and boots and caught a glimpse of Chrom’s beaming face. He lied down on the cot, and Chrom took him up in his arms, snuggling him and kissing the top of his head. “Does this mean I can have my shirt back?” Robin asked teasingly as he snaked his arms around Chrom.

              “Of course. I can even try to fix it for you, or, er maybe not, I probably wouldn’t do much of a good job”

              “I would love for you to. How good it looks doesn’t matter as long as it’s done by you” Robin said as he drifted off to sleep.

              Chrom with his heart full of warmth, could only smile fondly at the shorter man, sleeping peacefully in his arms, as he fell asleep.

[vantagx-archive-blog]

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Selectively Accepting || @bravingskies

1.  Lon’qu / Hinoka : You know, I can actually kind of see this. Admittedly, she give him near constant heart attacks with her desire to prove herself and some of the more reckless things she’s does as a result of his past trauma, but once he works through his fears with her, they would make a pretty wicked power couple. He would respect her as a warrior, and wouldn’t view her as a lesser soldier as a result of her title due to his own upbringing/the fact that he’s lived in two countries with princesses or rulers who fight beside their people (so he wouldn’t find her actions strange). I think they would have an interesting dynamic because I can’t see Hinoka accepting his fear his lying down - oh no, she’d get him over it real fast haha. 

2. Navarre / Hinoka : I actually can’t see them in a relationship despite Navarre’s similarities to Lon’qu in terms of personality. I feel like he would be suffocating to someone like her. He doesn’t necessarily underestimate women who fight, but he’s against the idea of actually having to fight a woman. I’d imagine, for someone like Hinoka, his beliefs would be incredibly off-putting, given she’s doing everything in her power to prove she’s every bit as strong as her brothers and dislikes it when people are concerned for her well-being (something that would be natural to Navarre given his general treatment towards the women in his own games). As a result, while he would admire and praise her dedication, his values would be too much of no-go for her, but if she could change his mind I could see them working out or learning to (on his part) properly respect her as a warrior. 

3. Chrom / Hinoka : Ohh, another maybe (Chrom with women who can kick his butt into next year are always good ships). Again, he’d be like Lon’qu and treat her/see her as an equal. Plus, neither one of them is the most proper of royals. I could see them ditching lessons together to spar or do something stupid. They wouldn’t hold one another to the strict codes they would have been subjected to as children, and I feel as if they could relax and really be themselves around one another. Even if they don’t end up romantically involved, they would make for some heckin good best buds. 

4. Forneus / Hinoka :  Forneus is hard to ship to begin with, and while I think he’d be able to get along with Hinoka he’s, in general, highly unpredictable and always has the potential to be dangerous, either through betrayal (which might be less likely in a Fates verse as he might be slightly protective of Kamui as a result of them both being dragons) or just by being who is. I also think he’d tease her too much for her liking, which is just a result of his age, he generally views others more as children than adults so he would poke fun at her like a parent teasing her child would, which would probably drive her crazy.     

5. Kamuy / Hinoka : I like their sibling dynamic so far! I just need to get around to replying so we can explore it more! Hinoka’s been very understanding and kind towards him, and he respects/admires her! He does worry about her, but he worries about all of his siblings, so that’s no unusual for him. So, I like their sibling relationship so far, and I’m looking forward to exploring it more as the thread goes on!    

[convxction]

Rebecca was at the training grounds, ready for another practice round with the new sword techniques she learned from Fredrick, Chrom and some of the Knights. Chrom had been training her from time to time so that she could practice more with weapons that were unfamiliar to her. For when she became queen she wouldn’t be using weapons from the UNSC.

Swords clashed and sparked as the two warriors faced off. Sweat dripped from Rebecca’s hair and face as she fought against her husband who had a slight advantage over her. There was a constant between the futuristic world of the UEG and the medieval world of Ylisse. There was no such thing as an honorable fight and Rebecca knew just the thing that would throw Chrom off his game to give her an advantage.

When their swords would lock together again, Rebecca would enact her plan.

“Oh my Exalt~ That’s such a cute face you’re making. So determined~. I wonder if there’s other ways I can get you to make that face than on the training field~?”

i said sword flirting and chris was like oh? | @pieman1112

He’d be lying if he said he got used to her antics even after years of marriage. Perhaps, this is why most people are jealous of his and wife’s relationship. The two always on the same page and rarely seen arguing in the negative sense. Yes, they have some heated debate about one topic or the other but never went too far to raise their voices on each other. They are what any couple want to be--loving each other through and through.

Chrom always prepared himself to the eventual tactical attack from his wife whenever they spar. Even if she was winning, she would still try to use her charm against him, which she knows kind of works every time. He loves winning, but he loves his wife more so he always fall for her honey sugared tongue.

Just because he had a longer training than her with a sword does not mean he can best her every time. In the battlefield, you are ought to use every skill you got to survive and if Chrom disarms her, she can still beat his royal ass simply by her close combat techniques (and boy she had done that uhm... several times.)

The two went on for a while, attacking and evading, parrying and attacking again and for a moment, it slipped his mind that his wife could win this if she used the ace up her sleeve ... and she did.

In all seriousness of the battle, he blushed to hear her mention his face and well, how she would want to see his face in other contexts and you know, knowing Rebecca, his mind wandered to a particular setting. Who’s he kidding? She made him a little bit, hmm not pervert, but a little woke to what is going around the world except for swords and fights.

“Fight fairly, Rebecca ... “ he groaned under his breath, keeping a steady grip on his sword to keep her locked while he thinks of a way to break their lockdown. But with her continuous flirting, he lost his composure to pull away from her and try to attack again but she was waiting for that moment to quickly reach for his collar, grab it and then push him with all her weight on the ground. 

A thud sound was heard after the clacking of their swords which fell on the ground due to their fall. There was a brief moment of silence then you could hear the noises of heavy breathing. They had been fighting for a while and now is the chance that they kind of rest, in a way. Their bodies were asking for a little break after all.

Her ever bright smile dapped by the sweat covering her face and some of her hair stuck to her cheek were enough to set his poor heart racing. Despite his back taking the fall, that was his least concern when she gloated that she won. 

“--W--!” come on, that was a romantic moment and she had to bring him back to their duel? “No you didn’t! You pushed me! This is not an honorable move!” to that, she placed a hand over his chest and pushed him again on the ground, now fully intent on straddling him properly.   

“--I’m sorry ...” he looked to the side, blushing more. Why can’t she let them spar normally ...sigh. “Fine ... I lost. What are you going to do now?” a soft smile curled his lips, waiting for her to decide his fate. She thought hard about this (as if she is not going to get another chance to win any time soon) and cheerfully, she clapped her hands and leaned towards him to whisper something only for his ears. Whatever she said, was effective because he was melting under her. 

[kvlpa-moved-blog]

Chrom & Tempest’s Relationship @nagahearted​

Alright so as with all these metas I’ve written/am planning on writing, this info will affect interactions that are assumed to take place in Tempest’s main verse, unless there’s some sort of conflict (i.e - I’m interacting with a different Chrom, a Chrom-specific child that isn’t Tempest’s or a Lucina with a preferred other mother, stuff like that).

It also, uh... causes a fairly important section of Awakening’s plotline to be... sort of canon divergent too, but uh. We’ll get to that when it comes up I don’t wanna spoil it.

Anyways alright here we go.

Tempest is recruited very early on during the first war with Plegia - before the Shepherds have successfully won the tournament for Khan Flavia. It’s on their way to Regna Ferox that they stumble upon a village near the border of Ylisse and Ferox, separated from Plegia only by an inland sea. It’s being attacked by a group of Risen, all of which are being fended off by what looks to be one dark mage - that would be Tempest.

When Chrom and co. approach her she almost takes Chrom head off with a spell because he surprised her and she thought it was just another Risen. Upon the clarification that they are not, however, she does apologize, but follows it up with telling them to leave if they’re not going to help, as they’re only serving to distract her. They agree to help, much to her surprise, and when the battle is over they ask her to join their group, having been impressed by her skills and in need of as many helping hands as possible. As luck would have she was impressed by them as well, and agrees to tag along - although she does state that if something better turns up, she’ll leave as it suits her - no guarantees on her staying forever.

From this point onwards, plot proceeds as regular - they head to Ferox, win the full ruling for Flavia and secure an alliance, go back to Ylisse, rescue Maribelle, all that jazz. Over the course of time all this takes place during, Tempest and Chrom gradually grow closer - Chrom attempting to coax Tempest into actually maybe becoming friends with everyone, since she stays pretty much closed off from the group out of a desire to not form attachments, while Tempest takes a great liking to flirting with and teasing him whenever the opportunity strikes - she takes great pleasure in making him blush and splutter, she finds. This leads to them becoming friends (much to Tempest’s surprise, honestly) and eventually starts to lead to them developing feelings for each other as well - something Tempest refuses to acknowledge and sits in outright denial of for the longest time.

Eventually, though, things come to a head and they end up sleeping together. It’s after this that Tempest realizes the true depths of her feelings for Chrom, and to be honest it terrifies her - she doesn’t have a good history with love, it’s not something that’s done her any favours in the past. This realization causes her to start to pull away from him a little bit, though she tries to hide it (albeit not very successfully).

It is during this time where she pulls away, also, that Tempest discovers she is pregnant.

Shortly after this is the ambush attempt on the Shepherds when they’re escorting Emmeryn to the Eastern Palace. While that is successfully stopped, with Emmeryn returning to Ylisstol while the rest head to Ferox to make their request for reinforcements, suspicions among the group begin to mount, especially to those who seem distant or are not known very well by the others - especially Tempest, with how withdrawn she’s been ever since the incident with Chrom (in her defense, she’s... trying to figure out a lot of things, there are a lot of things she has to figure out how to tell/talk to Chrom about...). But they’ve already been betrayed once, by someone who had been a trusted friend to the royal family for years - who’s to say they wouldn’t be betrayed again by someone they knew even less well?

As it so happens, another ambush does occur while they’re on the way to Ferox. There is no tip off that anyone betrayed them and set them up for it this time (and in fact, no one did - this group had been relying off of the same information passed on by the Hierarch, with orders to intercept them should the first group fail). While no one says anything outright, suspicion is thrown Tempest’s way, and it leads to the core group of Shepherds having a meeting later that night after they’ve made camp, to discuss the situation and what to do with any potential traitors. 

Seeing as Tempest is one of the ones under suspicion, she is not informed of this meeting, and unfortunately for her she decides that it’s probably about time she told Chrom about everything and they talked things through. She gets to his tent just in time to hear someone accuse her for setting them up for the ambush, and turns around and leaves almost immediately, before she even has a chance to hear Chrom leap to her defense (which he does).

Taking advantage of the fact that they’re all busy pointing fingers and unaware of the fact that they were just overheard, Tempest makes a rather hasty, snap-judgement decision to leave, without telling anyone. She packs her things and darts off into the night, heading back to Plegia, to a small village deep in the desert. She remains there for the remainder of the war with Plegia, hearing news of the Exalt’s death and eventually Gangrel’s as well, and it is here that she eventually gives birth to Lucina. She spends the next two years in this village, living among the locals and raising her daughter. Meanwhile, back in Ylisse, Chrom, having been distraught when it was discovered Tempest fled, remains unmarried.

When the first of Valm’s fleet steps foot in Port Ferox, it doesn’t take long for word to spread, and it does reach Tempest’s ears. It takes her a sleepless night or two to decide on what to do, but eventually she does come to a decision; leaving Lucina in the care of an older Plegian couple she trusts in the village, she makes her way back to Ylisse, intent on offering up her services as a sorceress to help in the war effort, for she knows that should Valm successfully invade, there will be no safe haven for she and Lucina to stay in any longer.

It’s safe to say that her reunion with Chrom is... incredibly tense and awkward. She’s hiding the fact that they have a child together, he feels betrayed and hurt by her having left without a word, and it’s been two years for all those feelings to be left to sit and fester. For quite a long while they go out of their way to avoid each other, only interacting as is necessary for official duties and such.

Of course, this.... becomes a problem when they’re ambushed on Carrion Isle and it’s revealed that ‘Marth’ is actually Lucina from the future. Chrom has no idea Lucina even exists, remember, but it doesn’t take long for the full truth of the matter to come out - that she is indeed Chrom and Tempest’s daughter, from a future where Tempest didn’t leave and she was raised in Ylisstol with both parents, rather than in a desert village with only her mother.

Things are kind of... even worse, after that. While they don’t have an outright fight, Chrom does confront Tempest on the matter, and she does tell him the truth of it all, and things seem to become even more tense between them, if that was even possible. Matters are definitely not helped when the rest of the future children start to appear and Leilani appears with them, also claiming to be their daughter - a story which both Lucina and the brand over Leilani’s heart confirm.

It’s safe to assume that they try to keep the exact particulars concerning Lucina and Leilani’s origins relatively hush-hush, as well, though. It’s not hard for the others to draw assumptions, of course, concerning the girls appearances and the rest of the future children in tow, but the only one who is told of the full situation by default would be Robin. Others will have to be discussed on how much they know, although it is safe to assume suspicion by default.

It’s safe to say that for a little while Leilani and Lucina are concerned about this time’s Leilani even having a chance to exist, as their parents are on less than good terms and the chances of them getting back together seem incredibly slim. This leads to them trying to bridge the gap between the two, with varying rates of success (read - very little or none at all).

Eventually, though, the rift does begin to mend little by little. Something that helps immensely with this happens at one point when the Shepherds have returned to Ylisse and are making their way back to the capital - Tempest asks Robin if they can stop at a certain village nearby, as they need to rest and resupply, and now would be as good a time as any. It’s agreed to with little hesitation - and as it turns out, the village they arrive at is the self same one Tempest had been living in - where she’d left this timelines Lucina. It is for this reason mainly that she suggested they stop, and she takes Chrom to meet their daughter for the first time while the rest of the Shepherds are preoccupied elsewhere.

Aaaand this is what we’ve got for now. At some point, the pair does eventually fully make up and get together, although tbh Via and I haven’t gone into to much detail about how/when/why it happens, we just... know that it does. 

SO yeah. The main things this affects are which of the Shepherds will know Tempest and when - going by in-game chapters, she leaves shortly after the events of Chapter 7, before Chapter 8 starts, and doesn’t come back until after the two year skip, shortly after the events of Chapter 12 - meaning characters recruited in between that time will not know her or of her past history with the Shepherds. It also means that Chrom doesn’t automarry any of his options or the village maiden, nor is there a lil baby Lucina left in Ylisstol when the war starts - instead she’s two and in Plegia and no one knows about her until the ambush on Carrion Isle.

I think that’s it tbh? If I realize I forgot something I’ll edit/reblog it later.

[fire-emblem-supports]

Chrom & Miriel: C - S Supports

C Support

Chrom: Hiyah! Hah!

Miriel: Fascinating...

Chrom: Oh! Miriel. I didn’t see you there. Errr, what are you doing?

Miriel: I am conducting observations to improve my knowledge on proper stance and angle for maximum effectiveness when wielding a sword.

Chrom: Riiiiiiiiight. So... do you need me to do anything in particular to help with that?

Miriel: If you could continue the actions you were performing prior to the beginning of this conversation, that would be beneficial.

Chrom: ...I’m just going to continue attacking this training dummy, alright?

Miriel: That is what I requested, yes.

Chrom: Okay, that’s... good, then.

Chrom: Gods, every time I talk to you, I walk away feeling like a blithering fool.

Miriel: Perhaps you would not if you took the time to increase your intellect through studies as I have.

Chrom: Hm... Well, I’m not sure. As prince, I feel it’s more important for me to be a strong fighter than a wise scholar.

Miriel: An interesting hypothesis. However, I counter with my own: perhaps you should consider both.

Chrom: Both?

Miriel: That is the end goal of my studies into your sword technique. I desire to be a stronger fighter.

Chrom: Hm... I see your point. In that case, let’s make a deal.

Miriel: You have my attention.

Chrom: I’ll teach you my workout regime if you’ll teach me how to... whatever you call what you do.

Miriel: Hm. I accept your proposition. I look forward to seeing the results of such experimentation.

Chrom: Yes, so do I. ...I think.

B Support

Chrom: Alright, that’s enough jogging. Now for the next part of our training.

Chrom: See all those stones? We have to carry them to the top of that hill over there.

Miriel: ...

Chrom: Something wrong, Miriel? I don’t know that I’ve ever seen you so quiet.

Miriel: I find it much more difficult than usual to move my legs. I believe I have been stricken with fatigue.

Chrom: Really? I’ve barely broken a sweat.

Miriel: It seems long-term training of this ilk causes the subject to have higher endurance.

Chrom: I have been training like this since I was younger. Well, I guess that’s enough for today.

Chrom: Let’s start on your part of the deal. Show me your books! ...Or whatever.

Miriel: Excellent. I have been looking forward to this.

Miriel: Unfortunately, we will not be able to start immediately. I will need time to gather the necessary materials...

Miriel: ...And attempt to overcome this fatigue.

Chrom: Yes, of course. Just come get me when you’re ready.

A Support

Miriel: Then, if you divide by the weight of the object in milligrams, you will have the amount of time it takes to--

Chrom: *snore*

Miriel: Prince Chrom.

Chrom: Znnnnmmmmfrwha-HUH?!

Chrom: Sorry, Miriel. All this talk about division and weight and time just... *yaaaawn*

Miriel: Hm. Perhaps this is my own unique form of endurance.

Miriel: Where you complete difficult physical challenges without becoming fatigued, I complete difficult mental challenges without becoming drowsy.

Chrom: Erm... Yeah, that makes sense. Probably.

Miriel: Perhaps it is too late for either of us to change the course of our lives. I am a scholar and you are a fighter. Perhaps that’s all there is to it.

Chrom: Could be. You know what they say. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks.

Miriel: Fascinating... I have never heard such a statement. I must test it immediately. Do you know where I can find a dog?

Chrom: No, that’s not meant to be taken-- ...Never mind.

Miriel: Very well. I will conduct my experiment alone.

(Miriel leaves)

Chrom: That’s... great, Miriel.

S Support

Chrom: Hello, Miriel.

Miriel: Greetings, Chrom. I have completed my experiment. It seems that you can, indeed, teach an old dog new tricks.

Chrom: Good to know, I suppose.

Miriel: Do you need my assistance?

Chrom: No, actually, I thought we could just talk.

Chrom: To be honest, I sort of missed having you join me on my workout regime this morning.

Miriel: Fascinating. Despite the fact that I only joined you once, your subconscious became attached to my presence...

Miriel: I must study this information further. What could be the cause?

Chrom: Well, actually, Miriel, you don’t need to study it. I already know the cause.

Chrom: It’s because... I suppose I should just say it.

Chrom: Hoo, here goes nothing... I-I love you, Miriel.

Miriel: Love?

Miriel: This is even more fascinating than before. What could possibly be the cause of you seeing me with love?

Chrom: Errr... Miriel, do you... love me?

Miriel: That depends. How do you identify this feeling of love?

Chrom: Well, I’m happy when we’re together. And I miss you when we aren’t.

Chrom: And when I touch your hand... it feels like my heart is ready to leap from my chest.

Miriel: Hm... Does it also cause shortness of breath and lack of focus?

Chrom: Y-Yes, sometimes.

Miriel: Then it seems I share this feeling of love.

Miriel: But how can I be certain? Even with this evidence, many of these symptoms are shared with that of fatigue...

Chrom: I know. Let’s conduct an experiment, just the two of us.

Miriel: What sort of an experiment?

Chrom: This ring was crafted to commemorate my birth. I’ve always planned to use it to propose someday...

Miriel: Propose what, exactly?

Chrom: Marriage.

Miriel: Marriage?

Chrom: Yes. This is the experiment. I want to marry you, Miriel. How does that make you feel?

Miriel: Hm. Fatigued. Or perhaps in love. Though I also seem elated...

Miriel: Yes, I believe I am, indeed, in love with you. I accept your proposal.

Chrom: Truly? That’s wonderful! Miriel, you’ve made me the happiest man in the world.

Miriel: That seems highly unlikely. Though perhaps with some tests...

Chrom: Do you mind if I join you for your tests? I want to stay by your side.

Miriel: Hm. Yes, I would like to continue feeling the elation I currently feel. Let us go at once.

Chrom: Great.

Special Dialogue

Triggered automatically at the conclusion of Chapter 11 if Chrom's highest Support value is with the Miriel and neither are already married.

Miriel: Prince Chrom. Are you quite well?

Chrom: Yes, I’m fine. I appreciate you checking up on me, though.

Miriel: Hm... I was struck with such concern over the battle. I have never felt that way before... I must discover the cause.

Chrom: Miriel, wait. Before you go, I... I want to thank you.

Miriel: For what?

Chrom: For fighting by my side for all these years. I’ve never really thought about what a loyal friend you have been.

Miriel: Friend? ...Fascinating.

Chrom: Hm? What is?

Miriel: My chest... I feel a great burning sensation at being called a friend. I do not understand.

Chrom: A burning sensation? Like... anger?

Miriel: Perhaps. However, I believed we were, indeed, friends. How odd that my heart seems to disagree.

Chrom: Miriel, I-I think I know why you feel that way.

Miriel: Do you? Please, inform me.

Chrom: Very well. My sister always followed her heart, so now I'm going to follow mine...

Chrom: Miriel, I love you. And if I’m right, I think you might love me, too. Will you marry me?

Miriel: Love? Hm... Yes, love would certainly explain everything I have been feeling as of late. It seems your hypothesis is correct.

Chrom: You have no idea how happy I am to hear that. Then will you take this?

Miriel: A ring, bearing the Ylissean royal crest. Hm... Are you certain you mean to give this to me?

Chrom: Of course, Miriel.

Miriel: Then I will gladly accept such a generous gift and your hand in marriage.

Chrom: I'll need to ask for a bit of patience for the near future. My first duty must be to heal the scars of war and assume my role for the people.

Chrom: But then, we can begin our life together.

Miriel: I shall be patient.

Miriel: Odd. I did not expect to feel such joy at the thought of marriage. It seems this feeling of love is quite powerful.

Chrom: I feel the same way, Miriel.

Chrom: I know together we can bring joy back to the royal palace. I'll do everything I can to make the castle a happy home for us...my love.

Miriel: My love...

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To all the fallen warriors (title subject to change before A03 posting)

Rating: Teen and up Fandom: Fire Emblem Awakening, set in Lucina’s timeline Pairing: chrobin Word Count:979 Warnings: Major character death, still in works

Premonition (... to become the god she never wanted to be)

Robin’s brown hues gaze at the purple barrier that separates her the battle into two, a barrier the sorcerer they now face has casted to ensure he will only have to worry about them. The tactician can make out the other’s running forth into battle through the dark magic’s haze, but before she can dwell on it her husband’s voice causes her to rip her focus away- back forth to the task at hand. “This is it! Our final battle!” He calls, his words strengthening her drive, at the very least she won’t face her father alone. “You’re one of us, Robin, and no “destiny” can change that. Now let’s kill this dastard and be done with it!” Quickly she steals a glance towards him, a small smile forming upon her lips as she sees the determination that rises in his eyes as he steadies Falchion, his own gaze unleaving their foe. She opens Thoron at once, prepared now to face the man her Mother always warned her of. “Right!”

They charge forward together dodging the bolts of dark magic Validar send after both of them, Robin occasionally managing to pair them with electric ones of her own. She knows he fights to kill the Exalt that is at her side, but while he’s not holding back against her nor showing signs of doing so she knows he is not planning to do the same to her. No, she’s finally here in his eyes after her mother fled with her from Plegia before she was even one, telling her to always be wary that the pelagians her father had surly sent after them would drag her back. No, to him her presence after all these years, so close to the dragon’s table, is sign enough that she is /meant/ to become grima, that his heart within her his finally strong enough despite her absence from Plegia most of her life. But it’s a fate she refuses to accept, and Chom’s support that no destiny that Validar is trying to place upon her can change that- that she is still the woman he fell for, is what she chooses to believe in. When their relationship had shifted from no longer being just captain and tactionion, but rather a romantic one, she’d been reluctant to tell him the truth behind her past- the truth that the very reason she was conceived was to be a tool to aid in Grima’s destruction, but he’d always assured her that she was one of them, that the mark upon her hand did not seal her fate. And so she fights with every fiber of her being, managing to land a strong hit against Validar. “Ha ha ha! Why do you resist?” The man calls out to her before he starts to charge up another attack. “You cannot unwrite what is already written!”

Robin ignores his call, his words only strengthening her resolve that she will not fall the the fate he waves in front of her. She is a tactician, a wife, and a mother of two darling children that await for her to return home- not a vessel for a god of destruction. Chrom slams into the sorcerer, his final attack causing for the man to fall to his knees, the dark magic that separates the Shepherds into to withdrawing and fading. As the elder man crumples Robin wonders if this is truly it, did they finally manage to defeat him? She can see the same thought crossing her husband’s face as he glances back at her, but it’s then that she realizes they’ve let their guard down too soon. “This isn’t over…” Validar snarles as he manages to rise up slightly, magic forming quickly in his hand. “Damn you both!!”

Dark magic speeds towards Chrom, who hasn’t even managed to turn to face their foe and before Robin can think of what else to do she shoves a hand at her husband’s chest, forcing him back and allowing the magic to hit her instead. Everything turns white as pain floods her being, her stance lost as she feels herself fall to the floor- unable to do anything about it.

Once she can finally focus her vision she sees Chrom running forward. “You alright?” He asks at once, quickly taking her into his arms and propping her back up. “That’s the end of him.” The smile that he gives her makes it all worth it, is this war truly finally over? Maybe at last she’ll be able to see her children again after these hard months away from Ylilsetol. “Thanks to you we carried the day. We can rest easy now. At long last…” However when Chrom continues red overtakes her vision, pain flooding her head quickly in an insinsity that’s crippling- something Chrom notices at once. “...What’s wrong? Hey, hang on-” He’s unable to finish his words, for right then a thunderbolt pierces his abdominal and he stumbles back. As the pain subsides Robin gazes down at her hand, seeing the small sparks of thunder flickering in her hand as Thoron’s magic dies down before she glances back at the other. “This is not your- your fault…” He starts, the look he wears /killing/ her even if Validar’s lingering control from having forced her to drive the bolt into the other lingers enough to prevent her from acting. “Promise me you’ll escape from this place… please, go..” She watches unable to move as the life leaves her husband’s eyes, his body falling to the floor unceremoniously as Validar’s laughter fills the room.

At the sight of her husband’s body on the ground below her, killed by her own hand, she can’t help but succumb to grief- the force rising forth Grima and she becomes the god she never wanted to be.