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fe-fictions · 1 year ago

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Hi hi, can we get Priam protecting Robin from a would be assassin? Or something angtsy? I miss our blue haired swordsman 🥺

(Did not intend for this one to get so long, but once I get on a roll with Priam, I just can't stop!!! ;; A ;; )

The letters had come in before, but diligent investigation would always prove they were nothing to worry about. More often than not, the culprits were easy to find.

Besides, you were living in the castle, and Priam was your husband. The fear of something happening was at a minimum.

But Priam didn't agree; it was why he was the first to notice the increased volume of death threats. The letters were coming in every other day.

You remained unfazed, but Priam was starting to worry.

“These aren’t a joke, Robin. Whoever this is, they mean business.” He held up yet another letter that had come in that morning.

You were sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on your morning tea and reading over the latest reports from the eastern villages.

Instead of a response, he received a noncommittal hum. You remained unconcerned about this.

“Robin.” He caught your attention when he walked into the kitchen, holding up the parchment that had rather severe language scrawled all over it. “You should be more concerned.”

“I suppose, but what can we do? Miriel and Tharja are running spells on letters we have, and Frederick is doing an investigation with the knights. Worrying about what's out of our control won't do anything.”

“Neither is being flippant about it.” He countered, arms crossed. “I don’t feel comfortable with this. Until we have an idea of where this bastard is, I don’t want you going anywhere that I can’t be with you.”

“Are you putting me on house arrest, my love? I'm not sure that'll be effective.” You rose to your feet, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I can take care of myself, y'know. Do I need to remind you with another sparring victory? I’ve got a dozen on you, by now.”

Priam was quick to reciprocate your affection, hands settling on your hips and tugging you closer.

“I would never suggest you’re incapable of protecting yourself. I wouldn’t have married you had it not been for your strength…among other things.” He added hastily when you quirked an eyebrow at him. “But I am unsettled by these threats. The anticipation of someone hunting you and not knowing when they could strike frightens me.”

“It isn’t pleasant.” You agreed, chin on his chest. “But I'm not afraid. I know you're looking out for me, as are the Shepherds. If I do end up in danger, I’ll have you at my side to protect me if I'm unable to.”

“Hmm.” He managed a small smile, though he remained unconvinced. “Will you at least permit me to be your shadow for the next few days? I'd be more at ease if you had someone to watch your blind spots.”

“That’s a funny way of saying you just can’t keep your hands off me, and want to spend every possible second romancing the love of your life.”

“I didn’t say that, but…” His hands slid lower, a firm pinch eliciting a squeak and a giggle. “It’s not wrong."

After pulling your husband back into he bedroom for a morning romp, the concerns of the day seemed to fall to the wayside. Priam stayed true to his word and remained at your side, which did assuage his worries.

It seemed to stay calm, and the day passed without issue. It wasn’t until the next day that trouble rose.

“Another letter.” Priam grumbled, returning from his morning training. The letter was crumpled angrily as he opened the door.

Maybe he ought to do some investigating on his own. If there was a general idea of where the letters were coming from, surely he could deduce who threatened his wife.

Of course, the plan to do some sleuthing faded when he found you putting on your favorite shawl...which you only wore when going into town.

“You aren’t seriously planning on going out, are you?”

You jumped at his voice, surprised to see him back home already.

“Oh! Welcome home, Priam. I was about to go and find you.’

"Why?”

“I wanted to take my day off to go buy some new books. Sumia and I’s favorite author released the latest book in the series, and there are a couple others I’ve been meaning to buy, too. I thought it’d be good to go ahead and grab them all, you know?”

“You shouldn’t be leaving the grounds at all, Robin. Do you have any idea how unsafe it is to be seen in public?”

“I know it’s not the safest thing to do, but…it’d be nice to get out. I haven’t had a chance to go out in nearly two weeks. It’s been so busy, and…I mean, we're all stressed out about this creepy person, so…I just…I wanted a breather.”

“You’re feeling nervous about being cooped up.” He sighed, nodding in understanding. “But it’s not safe right now. What if this person is in Ylisstol? What if they’re just waiting for you to come out?”

You huffed, tying styling your hair in the mirror while Priam watched, deeply displeased.

“We don’t know anything yet. And until we know, I’m not convinced that it’s completely unsafe for me to go out and just have a little break.”

“Robin…”

“Come on, Priam! You’re going to come with me anyways, and we’re in Ylisstol! The royal guard and the Shepherds will be minutes away. I promise I won’t run off or do anything foolish.”

“...If you swear to only go to the bookstore, and nowhere else.”

“Not even the blacksmith? I know there’s some new swords you’ve been eying, over there.”

“No.” He remained firm, “Just the bookstore.”

With a heavy sigh, you conceded, going to his side and pulling his hands into yours.

“Very well. Just the bookstore.” You promised, “And I won’t leave your side.”

He squeezed your hands, satisfied with your terms. “Let me change into something less conspicuous. Then we can be off.”

Priam didn’t change long to remove his armor plates, and before long he was dressed in a much more casual tunic and linens that wouldn’t suggest to anyone that he was a highly skilled swordsman.

In your much more casual garb, he hoped that you would blend into the crowd more easily.

And for a while, he was right.

Nobody paid any attention to the pair as they strolled through the town square. The sunshine was warm and gbright, the breeze pleasant and the chatter of the citizens jovial and light.

It was a perfectly pleasant day to be out. You took a deep breath, enjoying the sweet smell of freedom.

“Isn’t this a beautiful day? Perfect for a nice walk.” You hummed, looping your arm with your husband’s. Priam remained focused.

“We should not let our guard down. Someone who is old enough to send death threats to the king’s home is capable of anything.”

"Of course.” You agreed solemnly, although you were far more interested in the approaching bookstore. “I know you’re not fond of going through this place, so I won’t force you to go in if you don’t want to.”

“That is the absolute least of my worries right now.” He opened the door for you, the little bell tinkling to announce your arrival. He came in quickly behind you, scanning the place for threats.

Nothing but the smell of parchment, ink and romantic noblewomen’s perfume.

The visit went without incident. The books were easily found and purchased, your husband dutifully carrying them for you and slinging the satchel over his shoulder.

It didn't take long before you were on your way back home. the streets remained bustling, but Priam did seem to relax some; perhaps it was because the worst was over, and you were returning to safety.

"Be careful with those novels, now. Sumia says they're worth a lot in the future if we keep them in good condition. That means no tossing them about!”

“When have I ever tossed your…ah, fine. As you wish.”

You made it around the corner of the store when you sensed it.

Your shoulders straightened some, but your gait remained the same so as not to alert suspicion.

“Priam.”

“I feel it, too.”

Someone’s eyes were on you.

The crowd was getting thicker thanks to the afternoon swing of the market, which meant that there was going to be more chaos to try and navigate. An opportunity for someone to slip in and attack.

“What are you thinking, Robin?”

“Don’t speed up. I don’t want to let them know we’re aware.” You replied, keeping your eyes forward, “Especially if it’s the them.”

“Should we take a detour?”

“Somewhere with less people. I don’t want anyone getting hurt on my account.” You told him, carefully weaving through the main street, and finding a path off to the side.

Priam’s eyes were shifting everywhere, trying to lock onto the stalker. He could feel their gaze intensely, and it was laser focused on his wife.

“Robin, stay close. I can’t lock onto them.” He pulled you nearer, jaw clenched tight.

"They might not be visible. Tharja and Miriel haven’t found the source yet- which leads me to believe they’re a mage. Someone smart enough to cover their tracks…and that can conceal their appearance.”

“That doesn’t sound like an amateur.”

“It isn’t.” You agreed, turning another corner onto a residential street. Most homes would be empty at this point.

The castle wasn’t too far from here, and there were guards only a couple blocks away. If you were a little bit quicker-

“Thoron!!”

A cry you’d never heard cracked overhead. Priam whipped around, just as the bolt of lightning was flung.

He yanked you to his chest, taking the brunt of the hit to his back. It took you off your feet, sending you both careening into the earth meters away.

“Gods-!” You cursed, adrenaline bursting through your system. You were the first to your feet, searching for your attacker.

There was a shadow of a figure rippling through the sunlight, but you couldn’t see them clearly. Your Levin Sword was quickly drawn, braced to defend against another attack.

“Show yourself, coward1!!”

Priam could hear your voice, but was still reeling from the bolt of lightning that tore through his body. He pulled onto his knees, shaking his head in a feeble attempt to regain steadiness.

“Priam!! Are you all right?!” You called to your husband, sparing a glance back at him.

That was your first mistake. In an instant the shadow shifted, and Nosferatu suddenly barreled through the air. You gasped, throwing your sword up to counter before it cut through you.

Sparks of thunder ripped from the metal, the force of it pushing you back. You growled, drawing up the blade and throwing a bolt of lightning at your attacker.

There was a startled cry, the blast of sparks destroying their illusion charm. A black cloak appeared in the smoke, revealing the Valmese Empire’s insignia.

“Damn you!!” They bellowed, the hood flipping back to reveal a woman with wild hair and even more maniacal eyes. “How dare you breathe after stealing Pheros from me!!”

“Pheros?” Your brow furrowed, recalling the name. Priam steadied to his feet, Ragnell drawn and holding his frame up.

“That’s…the name of the lady general. One of Walhart’s best-”

“She fell in battle years ago.” You recalled, making the woman shriek in anger.

“By your hand!! And now…now you’ll pay!!”

The mage rushed forward, flinging her hand back to throw another blast of black magic. Priam rushed in front of you, grabbing your arm and pushing you behind him.

“Another bolt!! Now!!” He shouted to you, just as he swung his blade. Ragnell missed by a hair, the woman dodging the swift attack and losing the focus on her spell.

The Nosferatu spell fell apart- just as your Levin Sword threw out another devastating shock.

A roar of pain flew from her lips, the electric energy tearing through her very core.

Priam rushed forward before she could recover, all but throwing himself on top of her.

His full weight pressed onto her, he yanked her arms behind her back, and searched for more weapons.

“You got her??” You called out to him, closing the distance he had put between you and the woman.

“Stay back!!” He held out his hand, anger blowing his eyes wide in spite of the pain he still felt. “You’re the one she wants.”

“Damn you…d-damn you!!” She struggled and fought under his hold, but Priam wasn’t going to let her move. You shot up a flare, though you could already hear the shouts of the capital knights rushing towards the aftermath.

“Who the hells are you, witch??” Priam demanded, stabbing Ragnell into the ground by her face. “Did you come alone? Or are there others??”

“You…you stole my Pheros!! You took her away from me!! How dare you come back to life- how dare you live, when she is still dead!!”

“She’s hysterical.” You panted, sheathing your sword. “I doubt she worked with anyone else.”

“I will not risk anyone else attacking you in broad daylight. This woman is deranged- if there are others like her, I will know!” He growled, pulling the woman’s arms back harder.

Priam did not have the opportunity to interrogate her further; Sully was galloping in, Stahl and Kellam on her flank while a whole host of other guards clamoring in behind them.

“Robin! Priam!! Are you hurt?!” Sully demanded, “Who did this?!”

“This wench attacked Robin.” He said, standing back up and pulling her with him. She snapped at him, trying to bite, claw, anything she could do to get free of him.

Priam did not falter.

“Is this the one who’s been sending all those letters?” Stahl asked, “A dark mage…no wonder they couldn’t trace her with magic.”

“She is smart…but she is not well.” You informed them, “She’s completely out of her mind.”

The storm of profanity rushing from the woman’s mouth confirmed your statements. Sully nodded, sending the guards forward to get her properly detained.

“Are either of you harmed? Or…actually, Priam, you look like you could use some first aid.”

“It’s a flesh wound. Nothing more.” Priam huffed, walking back to you with a limp that you were alarmed by.

“Gods, you took the full brunt of that Thoron, didn’t you?” You realized, spotting the bloody gashes that were littered all over his body. “Dammit, we should’ve worn armor…this wouldn’t have hit you half as hard if you weren’t in your casual clothes.”

“Would’ve drawn more attention…though, I suppose that doesn’t matter anymore, huh?” Priam all but fell against you when you came to his side, pulling him into you. You pulled his arm over your shoulders, and supported his back.

Kellam helped you bring him back to the castle. It didn’t take long for word to get out about what happened. Tharja was the first to start charging towards the prison, though Miriel was able to hold her back (lest she harm the culprit beyond repair).

You stayed with Priam in the medical wing, holding his hand tightly as they worked to heal him. A few staves and plenty of bandages later, he was looking much better.

Though he would need to remain in bed for at least a few days to ensure the healing process was completed.

You helped him into the bed, quick to tuck him in and get him settled. Priam watched you with a soft gaze, watching you dart about in an attempt to get him relaxed.

“Robin…you all right?”

“I am, yes. Thanks to you.”

Almost sheepishly you returned to his side, setting a cup of water on the bedside along with a pouch of medicinal herbs.

“Here…Libra said this will help with the pain. It won’t taste good, but it’ll ease your discomfort.” You sat down beside him, tucking his hair behind his ear.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked quietly, “You look upset.”

“Because I'm the one who wanted to go outside. I put you in harm’s way.” You sighed, “I shouldn’t have gotten so worked up. Maybe if I’d waited a little longer, they could’ve figured out who she was and caught her.”

'“Don’t be upset because of that. You would’ve done the same for me in a heartbeat. And honestly, I’m glad it happened.”'

“What? Why??” You stared at him, confused. Priam took your hand from his face, kissing your palm.

“Because we were able to draw out the threat, and neutralize it immediately. If we hadn’t gone out, we would both still be worried, and on edge. We were able to stop it together.”

“Still, I feel awful! You never would’ve gotten hurt if I’d just stayed here. The last thing I ever wanted was to put you in danger. And now you’re stuck in bed, which I know you hate because that means you’ll lose muscle mass from lack of training, and-”

“Love.” Priam cut you off, both your hands drawn into his, “I will always be the first to defend you should anyone wish you harm. I am proud to take the fall for you. Nothing to forgive. I regret nothing, because I know you would do the exact same for me.”

“In a heartbeat.” You confirmed, smiling sweetly at your husband.

Priam drew you in, wrapping his arms around you.

Carefully your hands rested on his chest, feeling the strong heartbeat and comforted by the familiar scent of sandalwood and steel.

“You give my strength purpose and meaning, Robin. If I could not use it to protect you…there would be no reason to fight.”

“I understand. But…you’re also my strength, Priam. So promise me that from now on, you’ll stay right by my side, all right?”

“I swear it.” He beamed at you, earning leaning tilting his chin up for a much deserved kiss. You met his affection whole heartedly.

When he pulled away, you were both breathless, and smiling like a pair of lovestruck fools.

“....Oh, I just realized.”

“Hm?”

“We forgot your books. And I had flung them away, too.”

“The books are the least of my worries right now, you silly man.”

‘Yes, but we bought them already, and…well, I tossed them away. Even if they haven’t been taken up by someone else, they’re going to be damaged…their value will be greatly diminished, won’t they?”

“Sweetheart, we live in the castle. I’m the Exalt’s tactician. We can afford to lose a couple of books. I’ll just buy some more on our next day off, together.”

“I admire your confidence.”

“And we’ll stop by the blacksmith too. As a reward for, you know, saving your wife’s life, and all.”

“A fine reward for my efforts. But I would have done it for this, and nothing more.” He grinned, drawing you into another kiss, more fervent and joyous than the last.

It As soon as he recovered, the two of you were on a lovely trip into town, where you made good on your promise (after he insisted you buy new books first, of course).

#priam #robin #fe 13 #fire emblem awakening #priam x robin #fe fictions #fe-fictions #f!robin #fem!robin #f!mu #hurt and comfort #angst #assassin prompt #love me some sunrise warrior #he is the best of the best ;;;;

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feshippingpolls · 2 months ago

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what about Robin x Priam?

FE: Should they kiss?

Robin x Priam

#fire emblem #poll #fe awakening #fire emblem awakening #fe13 #robin fire emblem #priam fire emblem

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lilliana17 · 1 month ago

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My Awakening ships are

Chrom X Maribelle

Chrom X Sully

M!Robin X Tharja

F!Robin X Priam

Lissa X Ricken

Sumia X Frederick

Sully X Gregor

Miriel X Donnel

Maribelle X Lon'qu

Panne X Lon'qu

Panne X Gregor

Cordelia X Libra

Nah's father is Virion because his future past dialog is the best Nah and father convo but I don't like shipping Nowi with anyone but I like Nah so :/

Tharja X Stahl

Olivia X Henry (OTP)

Cherche X Vaike

Lucina X Inigo

Nah X Yarne

Nah X M!Morgan

F!Morgan X Owain

Noire X Laurent

Kjelle X Brady

Cynthia X Gerome

Chrom X Maribelle- I find it cute

Chrom X Sully- like the childhood friends angle

M!Robin X Tharja- not fully my cup of tea but not against it

F!Robin X Priam- never did dlc

Lissa X Ricken- they are cute

Sumia X Frederick- love them

Sully X Gregor- good match

Miriel X Donnel- never considered it

Maribelle X Lon'qu- love them

Panne X Lon'qu- really cute and works well

Panne X Gregor- I like them

Cordelia X Libra- I'll be honest I love Lissa and Maribelle so much I don't think I used Libra much

Nowi: yeah I get that I mostly ship her with younger feeling characters like Ricken and Donnel

Tharja X Stahl- another one that works really well

Olivia X Henry- I love them

Cherche X Vaike- Yes they work well

Lucina X Inigo- May be my favorite Lucina ship

Nah X Yarne- they work well

Nah X M!Morgan- LOVE THEM

F!Morgan X Owain- they are adorable

Noire X Laurent- never considered it

Kjelle X Brady- can't remember if I've tried this one yet

Cynthia X Gerome- Adorable

SHIPS I LOVE NOT MENTIONED

Any Crobin

Chrom x Sumia

Gaius x Maribelle

Cynthia X Owain

Lissa X Lon qu

Gaius X Sumia

Olivia X Lon qu

#fire emblem awakening #Fire emblem awakening ships #Ships #asks #I have few ships I hate #Mostly just problematic ones

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shinra-agent-phoenix · 1 year ago

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Hey so I know your thoughts on Fandom shipping. Namely you don't like when people ship characters who are in a canon relationship with other people, or when the ship goes against a character's sexuality. Can you give a list of Canon ships and sexualities so we know what we can make fanart of this AU of? Like, what ships for these versions of the characters we can make fan content for?

I don't want to be killed for disagreeing with fanon, so I will not reveal sexualities. Well, ok. I will reveal 1. Edgeworth is AroAce in this AU. So no ships for him.

As for fancontent, I will list the Canon ships, though only for characters that have been at least named. So this will be updated. If you wanna make fancontent for my AU containing ships not on this list, please ask me. Also do not make NSFW fan content for this AU. At all. It makes me very uncomfortable. Even characters that can consent. I just hate all NSFW.

Anyway canon ships so far, including ships for characters who will only appear once in the entire AU:

Xiaomu x Reiji

Phoenix x Iris

Gumshoe x Maggey

Ron x Desirée

Kay x Eustace

Chrom x Sully

Robin (F) x Priam

Lissa x Ricken

Frederick x Sumia

Maribelle x Lon'qu

Gaius x Anna

Cherche x Vaike

Stahl x Tharja

Panne x Gregor

Henry x Olivia

Cordelia x Libra

Miriel x Donnel

Again this list will be updated as more content is released.

Update: I'm gonna add this before I get killed by fans. Yes, all the ships are a male character and a female character. No, this is not out of homophobia. The reason why is, I generally don't ship. And when I do ship, it's because I can connect to it. And I get vocal. And since I am Heterosexual (though maybe with the sec repulsion I'm Acespec? I dunno. But I am definitely Heteromantic), I only really connect to male and female pairings. But I don't like EVERY male and female pairing. I am very picky. Like I said, I don’t ship much. So please I beg of you, don't come into the asks and be mean because I don't ship a gay ship. The only ships I actively dislike are toxic ships, proships, and ships with toxic fanbases. I'm neutral towards most ships!

#Shinra Agent Phoenix Wright #asks #not story

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fire-emblem-drabbles · 2 years ago

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Master List: Fire Emblem Awakening

Chrom: not sfw; All Tied Up, “Is it so wrong to want you to only smile at me? It feels weong but I can’t help but feel that way.”, the summoner is a single mother to a 3 yr old girl and Chrom cannot help but have huge dad energy,

Cordelia: trans Cordelia, not sfw; first time together,

Gangrel: first fic I ever posted on this blog!, sometimes Sydney can write things for herself. as a treat, Vengeance; a 10k oneshot about how much I love Gangrel,

Grima: sometimes a dragon can be soft, “You’ve got me wrapped around your finger.”, your love is enough for me, Chimerical, “Next time they touch what’s mine I’ll rip their fucking arms off.”, Teaching Traditions,

Priam: cute early mornings,

Robin: “You told me you love me you can’t take that back“,

Tharja: Stay a little while longer,

Walhart: “You think I’m watching you? Don’t flatter yourself.”

#Fire Emblem Awakening #chrom x reader #cordelia x reader #Gangrel x reader #grima x reader #priam x reader #robin x reader #tharja x reader #walhart x reader

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yukiwrites · 8 years ago

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Their own way to celebrate

It’s so cute that @wylia‘s husband Priam was born less than a week before Valentines~ let’s try my hand at writing him again! >v<)

It would be Priam and Robin’s first Lovers Day together and both of them had secret plans for each other, making the day preceding it an awkward exchange of ‘good morning’s and ‘did you sleep well’s.

Nervous about the passing of time, Priam decided to train on their backyard, waiting for his wife to look away so he could sneak into town and get her present. Robin, on the other hand, busied herself with one chore or another inside the house, waiting for the afternoon to come.

She sighed in relief when she saw a winged figure on the sky a bit after mid-day and hurried outside. “Priam! Dear, where are you?” She looked around.

“Robin?” His voice yelled back from behind, somewhere close to the woods. The wyvern rider started to approach and the former tactician nodded, running to the back so as to talk to her husband.

“Priam, Cherche is here to pick me up.” Robin huffed, bending down to catch her breath. The warrior was cutting wood, his shirtless body shining with sweat, but his breath hardly winded. He narrowed his eyes.

“You’re taking a lot of rides to Rosanne lately.” He mumbled, feeling somewhat lonely despite wanting to have the free time to hop into town. Robin felt her cheeks burn and her heart warm with his display of clinginess as he averted his eyes.

The former tactician took a step forward and put both hands behind her back, leaning towards her husband with a wolfish grin. “Won’t you give me a goodbye’s kiss?”

Priam coughed, the axe he still held falling limp on the ground with the surprise as he used the same hand to cover his blushing face. Robin pressed her lips into a thin line, holding back her laughter while she waited for him to give the last step forward so they could be within arm’s reach.

Once he did, the warrior quickly gave his wife a little peck and turned away, scratching the back of his head. “Be back before it gets too dark, you hear?” He said, bashful.

Robin giggled and threw herself on his back, squeezing him before turning back to where Cherche landed. Priam let out an unholy noise once Robin caught ahold of him, his heart still beating wildly in his chest even after she had left.

“All right, breathe, you fool.” He gave himself two pep slaps and concentrated his breathing on the nature around him. “Now, let’s go before she comes back.”

For the past week or so, Robin had been asking Cherche for cooking lessons -- Lovers Day was a special date that consisted on the female giving her loved one something sweet, usually chocolate, and he would reciprocate the present a month later.

But Robin knew her husband well; he didn’t take to sweets like she did. So she turned to the one thing she knew he would absolutely adore:

Beef pie.

“Alright, Robin? Today is the real deal; whatever you manage to bake will be what you’ll take home.” Cherche fastened her apron after they went back to the mansion of House Virion.

“R-right.” Robin gulped, following suit. Her previous attempts had failed, however not utterly. She was half-confident she would be able to bake something at least edible.

Of course, Priam would eat anything with the word ‘meat’ in it, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t be delicious as well, right?

As the wife fought one battle, the husband fought another. He had ordered some kind of special chocolate for Robin, but the town was bustling with so many people he was afraid that hammering himself around would hurt some folks. It took him painfully longer than expected to reach the shop, and even longer to even get to the counter.

Fed up with everything, he paid and left, looking at the cutely wrapped box: inside there would be a heart-shapped chocolate with a message on it for his beloved. Feeling cheesy about his present of choice and not realizing the female gaze on him (there were only women at the store as well as around the other shops), Priam hurried back home.

It took Robin a lot less time than she thought, as though the gods were on her side that day. From what she had sampled, the meat was good. She wouldn’t be able to taste the crust without ruining how it looked, so she just prayed that she got it right.

“Thank you for everything, Cherche; you’re even dropping me home.” Robin bowed before mounting Minerva.

The rider dismissed Robin’s worry with a flicker of hand. “Think nothing of it, friend. Besides, Minerva enjoys the exercise.”

As soon as Robin stepped out of the wyvern’s back, she could see her husband finishing the climb of the slight cliff they chose to build their house onto. She quickly big Cherche farewell and hid the pie, properly folded in a white cloth, behind her back.

“OH, Robin!” He smiled with the sight of her, excited to see her reaction to his present. She smiled, both hands hidden as she took some uncertain steps towards her husband -- he was wearing the Hero armor he usually did when going out. But why would he...?

“Hm? You went out?” She asked, nervous. Would he smell the pie before she was able to give it to him?

“Indeed I did. Ta-dah!” He flashed a big, embarrassed grin as he showed her the small and cute box. She smiled instantly, albeit with confusion.

“What- but why-” She looked from him to the present. He cleared his throat, getting more embarrassed by the second.

“To wish you a happy Lovers Day, of course. What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t prepare anything for you?”

“But... Dear...” Overwhelmed with feelings and having a sudden urge to laugh, Robin finally showed what was behind her back, presenting it to Priam with both hands. “The tradition is that the girl is the one to give presents on the day -- which is only tomorrow...”

Immediately his nose picked up the scent, the rest of her phrase forgotten as the smell washed over his body with pleasure. “Is that-?”

“Beef pie, yes....” She said bashfully, looking away as he took the pie with one hand, admiring it; her present now on her own hands. “Happy Lovers Day, my love.” She stuttered, biting her lower lip and looking at him from below.

Priam was in the middle of peeking under the white cloth when he felt his heart melt with warmth and joy. Soon he was shaking with laughter, presenting the pie to the sky “Huzzah! My wife cooked for me! HUZZAH!” He praised, hugging Robin right after.

“Y-you don’t have to get that happy before even tasting it--mmph!” Her complaining was stopped by his lips on hers.

“Don’t give me that. It’s going to taste amazing.” He kissed her again, then urged her to open her present.

When she did, she saw the message, written with white syrup over the dark chocolate: it read as ‘Thanks’.

Proud, Priam puffed his chest. “It’s to thank you for being with me, always.”

Robin laughed, drying her eyes. So silly, but so heartfelt! She hugged her husband and squeezed his neck. “Thank you, Priam. May we have a great Lovers Day tomorrow and the year after, too.”

#priam #priam x robin #fire emblem awakening #robin #cherche #happy valentines everyone ;d~#my writings

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A (hopefully) Unique Robcina Headcanon

As some of you may be aware, I am very much a fan of the M!RobinxLucina pairing from Fire Emblem Awakening. Have been since I was reading spoilers in fanfics before I even played the game. Bad Bane, bad! Anyhow, I’ve seen Robcina fics in all shapes and sizes, but one factor that’s largely absent is this: how would things be affected if Lucina’s present day counterpart, the one who’s born just before your first brouhaha with Valm, knows and understands just who her counterpart from the future is? Well, here is my interpretation. Enjoy!

- At times, living with her younger self could prove quite confounding when Lucina tries to say…well, anything, really. For instance, when regarding her then-infant younger self, she would start by saying “Isn’t she” and then fumble before beginning again by saying “I mean, me, adorable?”.

- Robin, who’s never one to let such an opportunity for a good laugh go to waste, slyly replies “Yes, you really are cute, Lucina”. This prompts the older Lucina to blush adorably and run out of the room in embarrassment, all the while trying to convince herself that her younger self giggling is just a mildly sinister coincidence.

- Robin, who’s much easier to slap with a “Guilty” verdict, then slips Little Lucina a cup of tasty fruit juice, saying “Here’s my end of the deal”.

- Lucina is not the only one to end up confounded when talking about this subject. When Robin encourages Lucina to spend time with her younger self, he gets discombobulated in midsentence as he splutters out “You were…are…is…a cute kid?”.

- Following the end of the Valmese War, when the Shepherds regrouped at Ylisse prior to heading to Plegia, Lucina was more-or-less gang pressed into spending time with her younger self. Eerily, Little Lucina did not seem at all nervous when confronted with a stranger and even seemed to get fussy if Lucina tried to leave the room while Little Lucina was still awake.

- As Lucina has stated several times, her original plan is to leave Ylisse once Grima is vanquished. This goal becomes increasingly difficult to follow-through on as she falls in love with Robin and reconnects with her parents, but hints are dropped that she still intends to go through with it.

- Though Robin would resign from the Shepherds in a heartbeat if he had to choose between that and Lucina, he rather dislikes having to make such a choice at all, especially since he can see how kinda-sorta having her family back has helped Lucina to open up and become happier.

- Deciding that this dilemma calls for not the tipping of the scales, but for the scales to be tipped over and smashed into itty bitty pieces, Robin goes to Chrom, tells him of the situation, and suggests that the Exalt “do something ham-fisted”.

- Chrom apparently obliges…and handily. For, within days, the story of the Warriors from the Future leaks out. With the public now aware of Big Lucina’s true origins, which are backed up by her Brand and the existence of a second Falchion, her plans to leave are rendered utterly pointless.

- After Lucina shoots Robin and Chrom any array of blistering and yet strangely ineffective death glares, she resigns herself to her secret being out and ponders how her life will proceed from here. Ultimately, she takes the post of Captain of the Castle Guard (to be clear, Frederick is Chrom and the royal family’s personal bodyguard…slash-unofficial-butler, while Lucina handles the security of the castle) while Robin becomes Chrom’s chief advisor.

- As Little Lucina grows from a baby to a toddler, she picks up on Big Lucina’s true identity with downright creepy speed, and promptly develops a unique blend of hero worship and self-aggrandizing.

- Ascribing to the, technically correct, belief that the two of them are the same person, Little Lucina greets Big Lucina by saying “Hello, Me”. Big Lucina, who just can’t ignore that particular bait, replies “You are not me and I am not you. You are you, and I am me”.

- Little Lucina, who still isn’t deterred after, literally, hearing this at least once a day, minimum, always answers “You were me, and I will be you”.

- Considering how much Big Lucina does NOT want Little Lucina growing up like she did, combined with her tendency to take things too literally, Big Lucina finds this assertion annoying at best and outright alarming at worst.

- For a time, Big Lucina was kept much too busy to agonize over her younger self’s unique quest for an identity, given that she now had to police the castle on top of being a good wife to Robin and a good mother to Morgan.

- Of course, even that doesn’t go off without a hitch since, when Lucina is fitted with new armor to denote her rank, Robin’s belting out “HOLY CRAAAAAAP!!!!” is heard echoing through the castle, causing everyone who can fight to come running…only to discover Robin’s amazement that Lucina isn’t flat after all, but wore bindings over her chest to make her masculine disguise more convincing.

- In a rare show of volatile temper, Lucina loses it and, in order to get back into her good graces, Robin must brave the direst of perils, venture into the darkest depths, and steel his nerves against abominations that defy explanation even as they turn the stomach and scar the soul…by which, I mean he has to go to the boutique and splurge on the clothing that Lucina prefers.

- After getting over the sheer weirdness of there being two Princess Lucinas, one of which is supervising her own home security, the castle guard grows quite fond of their unlikely captain, even following her unspoken orders to treat her like their captain rather than their princess.

- During one particularly memorable instance, Big Lucina was marching through the castle on an inspection of the guard and the castle’s defenses, straight and brisk, hand on hilt, shoulders squared, and back straight. Much to her surprise, she realizes that everyone was snickering at her when they thought she was out of earshot. Only after nearly an hour did Big Lucina realize that this was because Little Lucina was marching alongside her, mimicking her marching style flawlessly.

- Robin treats Little Lucina much the same way as he, later, treats Little Morgan. That is, like a daughter or a favorite niece. When Big Lucina was elsewhere, and Chrom and Sumia were busy, Robin would read stories to Little Lucina, play Hide-and-Seek with her, and such.

- At first, Robin is bewildered that Big Lucina seems so alarmed by these seemingly harmless moments…until he realizes that Big Lucina and Little Lucina have a very important commonality: both of them grew up having a crush on Robin.

- This is illustrated by, for example, Robin taking a day off to have a family picnic with Big Lucina, only for Little Lucina to snatch his hand and ask him to play with her. This leads to a tug-a-war between the two Lucinas while Robin contemplates the existential weirdness of not only having the same woman on either arm but the impact that a nigh-literal duplicate of oneself can have upon one’s sense of uniqueness in the universe…okay, he instead contemplates how many terrible puns he can make about “having arguments with yourself” he can milk out of this situation. So, sue me!

- Though Robin never, EVER passes up the chance to rile up Chrom after he becomes the world’s youngest grandpa, his ability to be mean is actually rather limited. Thus, he is constantly hard pressed to do anything other than melt submissively in the face of Little Lucina’s adorable smile and ten syllable version of the word “Please”.

- The matter is not helped when Little Lucina decides that, since she and Big Lucina are technically the same person, that that makes Robin THEIR husband. Being the softy that he is, Robin does too little to disabuse her of the notion whereas Big Lucina, upon hearing Little Lucina ask that Robin address her as “my little bluebird” (Robin’s nickname to Big Lucina), straight up loses it.

- Robin has to talk fast, and mightily strain his thinking muscles, in order to convince Big Lucina that he isn’t going to trade her in for a younger model somewhere down the line. And, though she eventually comes around, tensions between her and Little Lucina persist.

- Morgan, being Morgan, merrily pours gas on this particular bonfire by greeting Little Lucina with “Hi, Mom!” And Little Lucina, not to be outdone, replies by saying “When I grow up, I’m going to have you!”

- Robin then makes the truly grave mistake of dissecting that particular statement. If he were to abandon all sense of fidelity, morality, decency, common sense, self-preservation, and proper hero archetypes, and did, in fact, have a baby with Little Lucina, then would that child essentially be a third Morgan? For that matter, when Little Lucina does grow up and marry (hopefully) someone else and have children, then would those children be half-siblings to Morgan and…Morgan? And, just how would that look on a genealogy chart? Would Big Lucina and Little Lucina share an entry line they’re technically the same person? If so, how would the genealogist get across that these are two ladies from different points in time rather than one woman with two husbands? How could the genealogist illustrate that Big Lucina’s children and Little Lucina’s children are half-siblings, assuming that’s the case. And…and Robin decides he could really use a drink right about now.

- Despite Morgan’s insistence on addressing Little Lucina as “Mom” whenever she thinks it’s funny, she typically treats her more like a little sister or a favorite niece and the two become fast friends. Later, Morgan begins instructing Little Lucina in the fine art of pranking.

- As Little Lucina is still quite young, most of these pranks involve myriad ways to get out of taking her afternoon naps. These include, but are not limited to, arranging stuffed animals beneath the sheets to create the appearance that she’s under the covers, mixing up smoke bombs to distract the guards, setting up buckets of round nuts to trip people up, ropes and pulleys arranged to bury entire rooms in flower petals, and other brain aneurysm-inducing nonsense.

- Big Lucina, who’s near to a tantrum over these shenanigans, adamantly and hotly insists that she was nothing like that as a child and takes Morgan to task for meddling with the “purity” of her younger self.

- Morgan, characteristically, begins to gush about how maternal Big Lucina sounds when giving a scolding, which causes Big Lucina to relent a little…until Morgan tells her that Little Lucina is a “brilliant prodigy of pranking who comes up with brilliant pranks”, and that nearly all of Little Lucina’s shenanigans were ones she thought of herself. At this, Big Lucina loses it and lets out one of those she-could-break-glass screams, which has Chrom and half the castle guard breaking down her door before they realize it’s a false alarm.

- A horrified castle functionary (i.e. useless bureaucrat) then sees the damage and, after a long moment of abject horror, says that that door was over six hundred years old. This triggers an amusing, and irreverent, discussion about just who the hell keeps track of those sorts of things.

- Robin, being Robin, is about to throw his bit of gasoline on the bonfire by saying that Big Lucina puts a whole new spin on the phrase “you’re too hard on yourself”. When he notices that Big Lucina looks like she’ll dismember and eat him alive if he tries it, he instead asks if she’d like a trip to the Bathrealm.

- Although Little Lucina’s prankishness tapers off enough that the castle is not poised to explode, her nursemaids and governesses, even years later, will insist that Morgan and Little Lucina’s pranks were the stuff of legends. And that they have the gastric ulcers to prove it.

- Given that Robin has dodged many of Morgan’s pitfalls and snares, sometimes by tricking her into setting them off herself, it’s no surprise that Robin is sometimes called in to diffuse suspected traps set by Morgan and Little Lucina.

- Since Morgan is well aware that Robin is her toughest quarry to prank, she, Little Lucina, and sometimes Lissa and Big Cynthia as well, will sometimes arrange massive arrays of double-bluffs. Or triple-bluffs, quadruple-bluffs, quintuple-bluffs, sextuple-bluffs (and, yes, that’s a real word), etc.

- In these instances, lots and lots and lots of pitfalls, snares, etc. would be laid out in the hopes that Robin, in his efforts to avoid as many of them as he could, would get got simply by virtue of the law of averages. Remarkably, this strategy did not work…because other people, including the pranksters themselves, got caught in them before Robin even arrived. This explains the forest of people dangling by their ankles all pointing, in a very disgruntled manner, in Morgan’s general direction. It also explains the cardiac arrythmia Frederick has at such hazardous untidiness and the urge Chrom has to buy a wyvern when people start complaining to him about his granddaughter.

- Curiously, Morgan hardly ever pranks Big Lucina, partly because Big Lucina is quick to learn the fine art of maternal scolding and partly because, due to Morgan’s memories of Big Lucina being so fractured and hazy, Morgan is worried about turning what memories she does have of her mother into bad ones. Little Lucina, by contrast, will prank Big Lucina at the drop of a hat, usually to get her older counterpart to loosen up and have fun. As with more than a few convoluted concepts, Big Lucina finds this quite baffling.

- At some point, either consciously or otherwise, Big Lucina finds herself laughing at Little Lucina’s shenanigans, prompting the latter to, literally, jump for joy and give Big Lucina an impressive tackle hug. Knowing her original plan to leave Little Lucina to live her own life, and that staying with her is throwing that life out of whack, but also knowing she’d long since stopped wanted to leave her younger self, Lucina says aloud “Sometimes, I just don’t understand myself.”

- Robin, being Robin, gets a kick out of this choice of words and, since seeing Big Lucina smile is one of his greatest, and hardest fought, pleasures in life, promptly adds Little Lucina to his arsenal of “secret weapons”.

- Big Lucina, who we already know is quite capable of envying herself, gradually finds it becoming harder and harder to watch her younger self have the childhood she lost, from such things as Chrom reading Little Lucina a story to Sumia giving her a simple run down of how to bake. Big Lucina’s own recollections of these are few, distant, and tarnished since, even back then, Grima was known to be lurking on the horizon. Watching Little Lucina live the life Big Lucina wanted her to live thus, paradoxically, heals one old wound and creates a new one for Big Lucina.

- Jealousy, in this case, works both ways, as Little Lucina clearly sees that Robin doesn’t look at her the way he looks at Big Lucina. And, this is further accentuated by Big Lucina being bigger, stronger, and prettier than Little Lucina.

- Though Chrom is definitely not as bright as Robin, he’s no dolt. He can clearly sense that something is very wrong with his daughter…his two daughters…his two Lucinas…whatever. And, having about as much subtlety as Ike when someone is serving vegan cuisine, he decides upon a ham-fisted intervention (i.e. tricking them into going the same room, locking them in, and waiting until they make up before letting them back out).

- After a rather lengthy period of trying to break the door down, yelling at each other, and then ignoring each other, the ice begins to crack. Eventually, recalling her chat with Severa at the Bathrealm, Big Lucina tells Little Lucina her reasons for not wanting her to grow up the same way Big Lucina did. ALL of them.

- Hearing that Big Lucina’s being such a strong warrior came at the cost of her parents, her home, and most of her countrymen, Little Lucina is able to put much of Big Lucina’s reactions into context. The two also have a more civilized conversation about their reasons for envying each other.

- Little Lucina, quite possibly recalling something she overheard between Big Lucina and Robin (or even acting on something Robin told her) tells her that she knows Big Lucina is just as welcome to spend time with her…their…whatever…parents as Little Lucina is. She even relays how proud Chrom is of how strong and brave Big Lucina is, and how much Sumia’s face lit up when Big Lucina was cooing over a Pegasus foal.

- One thing that astonishes Little Lucina is that Big Lucina envies the former’s time with her tutors. Being a little kid, Little Lucina finds this utterly incomprehensible…until Big Lucina admits that her own education (reading, writing, maths, dancing, etiquette, etc.) was cut short by the rise of Grima. Indeed, Big Lucina can barely read and hasn’t written since before her parents’ deaths. This resonates with Little Lucina, since she loves reading, not-so-coincidentally because it’s one of her favorite pastimes with Chrom and Robin (she might leave out that second one).

- Little Lucina, in turn, admits that even though she’s happy enough being a princess and all that entails, she wants to be strong enough to keep her people safe, especially her family, which is something Big Lucina can’t readily ignore.

- Ultimately, the two reach an accord: Big Lucina will teach Little Lucina how to fight and Little Lucina will teach Big Lucina the same lessons Little Lucina herself is learning from her tutors.

- After Chrom the Ham-Fisted lets them out, it quickly becomes apparent that the two have reconciled their differences. In one particular instance, Little Lucina, upon hearing that Big Lucina wanted to learn how to dance in time for her and Robin’s wedding anniversary, decides to teach Big Lucina the waltz. Given the height differences, however, some…out-of-the-box teaching techniques were called for.

- By that same token, Big Lucina allowed Little Lucina to accompany her on her inspections in order to learn the layout of the castle, as well as the names and faces of the guards, since a would-be intruder just might be wearing the same armor as them.

- Though Robin didn’t say anything, it wasn’t hard for him to guess that Big Lucina could barely read. He did, however, step in it when he discovered, the hard way, that Big Lucina’s handwriting hadn’t changed much from her childhood dabblings, right down to how she used the Brand of the Exalt to dot the i in her name. When he saw some of Big Lucina’s attempts to write out some “homework”, he assumed that the author was Little Lucina…which led to some awkwardness.

- At both Robin and Little Lucina’s insistence, Big Lucina puts her penmanship lessons into practice by writing letters to Robin that he can read when he’s busy and/or away. She would tell him about her day, ask how he’s been, and, somewhat unconsciously, allow a clearer view into her thoughts and feelings than most are likely to get from her in-person.

- BIg Lucina’s handwriting improves quickly and, although Robin sometimes misses the cuteness of his wife’s childlike handwriting, he does manage to talk her into continuing to dot the i in her name with the Brand.

- As Big Lucina’s reading improves, she, Robin, and Morgan make a point of reading together late at night. When Little Morgan comes along, Big Lucina is seemingly chomping at the bit to read the baby a story before bed.

- Robin, who discovered how exploitable time travel is for those fond of puns, would often use this to jerk around certain people, such as Both Lucinas’ governess and/or Chrom. For example, when asked where Lucina was, Robin would answer “She’s playing with herself”. This would prompt a mad dash to quash lewd and lascivious behavior unbecoming of a princess…only to discover that Big Lucina and Little Lucina are playing chess. This, in turn, led to a mad dash after Robin, who hadn’t counted on his pursuer(s) having ready access to hammers.

- As a new family tradition to underscore that Big Lucina is considered as much a part of the Ylissean royal family as Little Lucina, Chrom and/or Robin (there’s an ongoing debate about which of them came up with the idea first) have the two Lucinas celebrate their birthdays on the same day, right down to sharing a big cake with ‘Happy Birthday LucinaS’ written on it in icing and with the two Lucinas trying – sometimes successfully, sometimes not – to cut their respective first slices in unison.

- Although the gifts for each Lucina underscore how the two are similar and yet different, such as Big Lucina getting an eye-melting yukata while Little Lucina gets a similarly hideous hair ribbon, someone (usually Robin) sometimes gets them matching jewelry or other accessories.

- The two Lucinas also get gifts for each other. In one particularly cute instance, Big Lucina got Little Lucina a rare first edition of the chronicles of the Hero King Marth’s exploits while Little Lucina got Big Lucina an exact duplicate of the butterfly mask she wore while traveling as Marth.

- As the years go by, Big Lucina and Little Lucina begin to develop more divergent personalities. Big Lucina’s fashion sense is still atrocious whereas Little Lucina’s taste in clothing is much more normal…but she compensates by being fond of terribly gaudy accessories, such as hair ribbons with zebra patterns and jeweled hairpins which are bright enough to act as a substitute for flash grenades. Further, while Big Lucina can sometimes be tightly wound and over-serious, Little Lucina seems able to move from decorous to rambunctious in a heartbeat.

- Although Big Lucina does not want to rule Ylisse, as she believes that to be Little Lucina’s right, she reluctantly consents to being named third in line for the throne, in the event that Chrom, Sumia, Little Lucina, and Little Cynthia all predecease her.

- When Big Lucina becomes pregnant with Little Morgan, Little Lucina is delighted. Although by then she no longer considers Little Morgan her daughter simply by virtue of her and Big Lucina being “the same person”, she is nonetheless keen to help her older self.

- Aside from reining in Sumia, who’s a little too excited at her and Big Lucina being pregnant together, Little Lucina is keen to make sure Big Lucina gets her bed rest, helps read to the unborn baby, and generally proving weirdly effective as a pregnancy coach.

- In as much as health permits, Big Lucina continues her duties as Captain of the Castle Guard during her pregnancy…I mean, come on, can you picture Owain doing it? Or Cynthia? Or Noire? Or Brady? Or…well, suffice to say, none of the future children are management material.

- Eventually, swollen ankles force Big Lucina to stop her regular patrols. That and some found her hard to take seriously when she was squeezing a baby bump under her armor. At that point, she not-so-voluntarily assumed the administrative duties of her post while the actual patrolling, inspections, and drills were divvied up between Big Morgan and Little Lucina.

- At some point into the pregnancy, Little Lucina, and the Big Lucina, sense that Big Morgan, despite putting on airs, is somewhat leery at the prospect of her younger self’s birth. Deciding to play the Big Sister…I mean Mother…I mean…I don’t know what I mean, but Little Lucina tries to talk to Big Morgan, ultimately gleaning that Big Morgan is worried that she’ll be replaced by Little Morgan.

- After pushing Big Morgan to talk to Big Lucina about her problems, Big Lucina gets some good practice in helping to reassure a child who is in distress. In fact, Big Lucina is uniquely qualified to deal with Big Morgan’s fear of being replaced by…well, herself. Chrom and Sumia promptly join in and, between the three of them, relay some of their interactions and how, when they sensed how out of place Big Lucina felt in this timeline, they MADE a place for her.

- When Little Morgan is born, Big Morgan and Little Lucina are tripping over each other, and/or tripping each other, to get in the queue to hold her.

- Even though Little Lucina knows she’s much too young to have much of a shot at being Little Morgan’s godsmother, she says she’ll so be in the running once Robin and Big Lucina have a few more kids. Proving that at least some of her impishness is here to stay, she times this assertion to coincide with Robin and Big Lucina taking a long pull of their drinks.

- Aside from pranking others, Big Morgan tries to teach Little Lucina a variety of other bad habits, including Taguel torture, dressing like Big Lucina, circularly dramatic speech (i.e. “My Super Genius Plan of Genius Planning!”) and eating like a starving wolf…in terms of both quantity of food eaten and table manners.

- Most of these “lessons” don’t take. Little Lucina likes rabbits too much to pull on Yarne’s ears (and certainly knows better than to pull Panne’s), prefers to melt people’s eyes with her accessories rather than her clothes, can talk dramatically but not circularly enough, and nyxs the eating bit because, though she’s not above messiness, Big Morgan’s brand is a bit much and she also learns, the hard way, that she shares neither Big Morgan’s immunity to stomachaches nor her imperviousness to sudden upticks in dress size.

- Though Little Lucina will always have a soft spot in her heart for Robin, she does eventually get over her crush. She does, however, insist that, when she does find someone she loves, that Robin and Big Lucina will come to the wedding. Naturally, there are no objections.

- Little Lucina does, eventually, fall in love with Raphael, the Prince of Warriors.

- Who is Raphael, the Prince of Warriors, you ask? He is one of the sons of Priam and Say’ri. In fact, Robin, the two Lucinas, and several veterans of the Shepherds visited Chon’sin to celebrate his birth.

- Some were startled when Big Lucina, upon seeing then-baby Raphael suddenly seemed quite overcome and then left the room, crying uncontrollably. Though it was well known that Big Lucina adored babies, not the smallest reason being how rare they were in her timeline, even those who knew her best thought her reaction a bit extreme.

- Robin, being Robin, managed to track her down and get the truth out of her. Much to Robin’s amazement, Big Lucina reported that she’d actually met Priam in the future, as she and the other children were making their escape to the past. Though Priam proved a valiant warrior, and was instrumental in their escape, she distinctly remembered how melancholy he was, as he knew his time was ending and that there were none to inherit Ragnell or to carry on the legacy of the Radiant Hero. Seeing Priam, married and with children, acted as a particularly overwhelming sign that she truly had changed history for the better.

- Robin, being Robin, took the opportunity to tease Big Lucina about how much of a sentimental softy she could be…which must’ve been especially galling since Big Lucina actually resorted to inviting the ever-present Tharja to join their little chat.

- Though Little Lucina loves lording her Little Lord role over the other younger counterparts to the children from the future, perhaps developing a liking for telling people what to do like her father, Robin, and Big Lucina, people begin to notice that Raphael is much harder to boss around.

- Aside from being born handsome, enough so that Little Lucina sometimes has a hard time keeping her words straight when talking to him, Raphael is an independent thinker who is not impressed by fancy titles, honorifics, or pretty words. Raphael, much like his father, respects strength and bravery, but he also respects wisdom and conviction, owing to his mother.

- Though copious translation was needed, Miriel and Laurent posited the theory that, although Little Lucina was becoming her own person rather than considering herself to be nigh-predestined to become a second Big Lucina, she did retain the subconscious psychological belief that there would be a certain area of overlap, namely that Little Lucina would also be judged worthy of respect and deference by all who knew her. Robin had a much simpler explanation: Little Lucina had a crush on Raphael, and was galled at how he seemed to find her unimpressive.

- Little Lucina, rather like Big Lucina, is not one to take such sleights lightly. Sensing that getting Raphael’s respect is best done with feats of strength, Little Lucina makes several attempts to prove that she can play with the big boys.

- In doing so, Little Lucina learns, the hard way, that it’s hard for a young woman to develop Ike-esque biceps. Later, much like Big Lucina did in her still-wanting-for-a-proper-explanation fight with Chrom in Arena Ferox, Little Lucina learns that fighting strength-for-strength against someone who’s much, MUCH stronger than you tends to end badly.

- Much like Big Lucina did, Little Lucina decides that, in order to overcome this aggravation, she needs to evolve. She studies many fighting styles, including several Chon’sinese styles, and devises her own fighting style which can be adapted to numerous opponents and tactical situations.

- Little Lucina was eager to use these new talents to put Raphael in his place…but, much to her surprise, this did not go to plan. Rather than fight, Raphael insisted that they meditate, after which Raphael made some rather pointed comments on how Little Lucina’s chi, and priorities, were a bit out of whack. The dedication Little Lucina showed in her efforts was impressive, but it was done out of jealousy, pride, and a unique perception of entitlement, rather than the good she could do with what she’d created.

- Flummoxed, Little Lucina reflects on her motives and, not-so-coincidentally, both the original and subsequent motives of Robin and Big Lucina. Granted, both of them found different reasons for fighting as time went on, but the consistent part of it all was that they were fighting to protect the people and land they both loved. Fame, recognition, respect, and such had never factored into it.

- With this fresh perspective, and with her persistently wounded ego no longer acting as a distraction, Little Lucina challenged Raphael to three (non-lethal) duels, the stakes being that, if Little Lucina won at least once, Raphael would take her on a date. Raphael lost. Well, sort of. He later came to very much enjoy Little Lucina’s company.

- Ultimately, Little Lucina and Raphael get married. As promised, Robin and Big Lucina attended the wedding.

- Despite being a prince of Chon’sin and a distant relation of the Crimean royal family (IkexElincia; I am SO PISSED that it wasn’t even an option, let alone a thing!) Raphael simply does not do decorum, and he has a rather selective adherence to tradition.

- In a rather jarring example, when it came time to carry Little Lucina off, rather than carrying her bridal style, he simply slipped one hand under her rear end and lifted her up, forcing her to stay balanced upon his palm.

- In truth, Little Lucina’s combat training with Big Lucina made keeping her balance an easy, but fun, feat. She nonetheless made a good show of swaying in place, flailing her arms madly, and making all sorts of I’m-about-to-fall noises in order to cause the wedding guests to have infarctions. It worked too.

- When Raphael was informed that he was supposed to carry his bride using both hands, he, demonstrating that he had the combined candor of Priam and Ike, asked “Why? She’s not as heavy as she looks.”

- After this remark caused several more guests to have infarctions, Little Lucina gave a credible imitation of a scandalized gasp and whacked her groom on the head, which caused several more guests to have infarctions.

- Halfway to the door, someone (probably Robin) remarked that Little Lucina was having too easy a time keeping her balance. Raphael responded by saying “Well, like I always say, let the women work too!” and then began to flex his wrist and walk in a weaving pattern, thus making things more fun (but hardly more difficult) for Little Lucina. Needless to say, the guests and their flimsy cardiovascular systems gave the castle’s healers quite a workout.

- While Big Lucina was experiencing a truly unique case of being embarrassed at herself, Robin was taking the display in the spirit with which is was intended; namely by laughing his ass off. He then remarked that he fully expected to die laughing and Big Lucina, who still had some tone deafness when it came to idioms, took his words literally, scooped him up, and raced towards the nearest healers, trampling several important persons in her path.

- Many years later, Raphael and Little Lucina’s son, Greil XXXVIII (VERY popular name amongst Ike’s progeny) was introduced to Robin and Big Lucina’s youngest daughter, Elena.

- Just to be clear, Elena is not Little Morgan. Little Morgan’s name is…well, Morgan. Much like Big Lucina and Little Lucina are both named Lucina.

- …and, somewhere in Ylisse Castle, the Royal Genealogist just has a heart attack. But I digress.

- Greil XXXVIII, who is clearly going to inherit the family biceps when he grows up, keeps Elena entertained by performing feats of strength that would be tricky for boys twice his size. Needless to say, Elena comes away quite impressed.

- Despite already sensing that Greil and Elena will stay “just friends”, Robin simply can’t resist and ponders aloud as to whether a relationship between the two could be considered incestuous, since Greil XXXVIII and Elena, technically, have the same mother.

- The response to this wiseassery is the Ylissean royal family delivering a syncopated and very well practiced chorus of “Robin, shut up”.

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#Fire Emblem Awakening #Robin x Lucina #Robcina #FE13 #Fire Emblem #Time Travel #Is Weird #Priam x Say'ri #Chrom x Sumia #Lucina!Morgan #Implied Ike x Elincia #They should've been an option dammit!#Draws from various sources #Some on Tumblr and some on Fanfiction.net

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