#chrobin angst

[sweatyhanded]

fatal fault

[coralhoneyrose]

LONG ASK WARNING: I have Chrobin family Future Past thoughts begging to be dumped somewhere that isn’t inside my head.

- Chrom encountering the fallen Morgan and despite the latter’s threats, Chrom just refuses to raise a hand against his own son, partly because, you know, it’s his son, but also he’s still just a kid! Just a young boy who must have been manipulated into the dark side somehow! It can’t be his fault he’s like this! And like with Morgan’s canon convo with Robin, it throws him for a loop. He’s committed to the dragon that killed his father, he’s enemies with his sister, he’s burned his bridges. As much as we joke that he is, Chrom isn’t stupid; why in all hells is he showing him mercy, even love???

- Robin (side note: “Oh, my poor baby…” ROBIIIIIN 😭) fighting Grima so hard from the inside not only to give Lucina and her friends a chance to slay her/them, but hopefully, HOPEFULLY, wresting enough control in her final moments to tell her daughter how proud she is of her to be able to do something so difficult and that she believes she’ll make a wonderful exalt in the coming years and other general words of encouragement that make me go ugh

- Some time after the battle is won, I like to think that Morgan, having lost any sense of where his place in the world was now, perhaps deciding to make the trek back to Ylisse, fully knowing and accepting that he’ll be recognized and treated like the traitor that he is. And I like to think that maybe Lucina’s Shepherds find him lying out in the grass somewhere — disheveled, dirty, sunburnt — just like how their parents met. And then they wake him up, and Lucina offers him her hand. To come home. Even though he still doesn’t get it, he betrayed her, he should be punished, right? Too bad, Lucina’s too much like her father. (I guess Severa could keep him in line, just to be safe lol.)

- CG Image: The spirits of Chrom and Robin sitting and snuggling side-by-side (because Chrobin), enjoying the peace, beauty, and assurance that their kids will be okay. 🥲

Okay well. First of all: ouch!! Ow!! Owwie. Future’s past is definitely one of those scenarios I can only bear to think about in small increments at irregular intervals because, and I reiterate, OUCH!!

Morgan-Chrom confrontation is so heart breaking to contemplate. Chrom would be so desperate to get through to him and I can imagine him deflecting attacks and like ‘fighting’ purely defensively just to try and get close enough to Morgan to talk to him and try and understand how it came to this. And also to apologize. Because knowing Chrom he would probably blame himself and be like “this only happened because I wasn’t strong enough and I died and left you and your sister all alone.” And Morgan would absolutely not know how to deal with that.

And OOOf….Robin trying to wrestle control back not just to protect her daughter but in the hopes she’ll have one last chance to tell her how proud she is…………..yeah I’m not okay.

I do absolutely love this concept of Lucina finding Morgan and welcoming him back. Like I can so clearly picture her pulling him to his feet and immediately hugging him and him stiffening up and freezing at first and then when Lucina doesn’t let go he just starts breaking down. Lucina could even say the “Welcome back. It’s over now” if, ya know, this scenario wasn’t already gut wrenching enough.

Man, the future’s past Chrobin ghosts are not something I dedicate enough brain bandwidth to (mostly because SAD) but you are 100% right there SHOULD be a cg of them snuggling. Robin resting her head on Chrom’s chest and him stroking her hair with one hand and their other hands are entwined in their lap and they’re so proud and relieved that their children will have a chance at the happy ending they never got. And—I’m gonna stop typing now or else I might cry LOL

[theresarrow]

Wings Of Cerulean

Prologue extract, find the full chapter here!!

Lucina’s story started with Chrom. With how he found his future, lying asleep in the grass one afternoon. With how he came to the Ylissean throne shortly after.

    The story of how the sky ripped in two and she came tumbling through the tear to change fate. How she told the exalt of the abhorrent future coming to extinguish his life along with the kingdom and family he so adored.

    In Chrom’s entire life, he had never felt a pain like the loss of his beloved wife, crumbling to dust in his arms as he begged and pleaded with her to stay with him. Grief could not begin to describe what he felt. The dawning realisation as she pushed him aside and personally dealt the final blow to Grima against his orders. Against his wishes. He was too slow to react and stop her. And she smiled at him and swiped a tear from his cheek with a weak, shaking thumb. Then she was gone. His arms clutched at nothing.

    He promised her he would look for her. She wasn’t gone, he’d know if she was. Half of his soul would be missing forever. His wife was out there somewhere, all he had to do was find her.

    Only a month passed before his daughter disappeared, too.

    Not the toddler he and Robin had left safely in Ylisstol three months prior, the grown, future version of her. The girl that fell through the sky, masked under the name of the hero king Marth. A parallel Falchion sheathed at her hip. His beautiful Lucina. The daughter he left with a world of troubles on her shoulders, haunted by memories he could hardly begin to comprehend.

    During the war, there were several nights in which he awoke to choked, muffled sobs coming from the tent besides his and his Robin’s. Each time either he or his wife tried to comfort her, she would stop. She knew what they would do before even they did, and she used it to hide her horrors.

    It was no surprise, she had been raised by them in the future. She knew what they were like as parents before they had a chance to scratch the surface with their newborn.

    Chrom always worried he fell short as a father. After all, a scarred, broken daughter tumbling through the sky, months before he knew he would even have a child at all, disguised as a masked hero was a lot to process itself. And for said daughter to wield his blade, as proficiently as if it were an extra limb, he was almost certain of his suspicions.

    Then one day she left, no word to anyone. Not even her cousin nor one of the other future boys - whom he was damn near certain had eyes for his daughter - knew where she went. Everyone simply went to sleep one night, weary and worn, and woke up the next day to Lucina’s bed untouched and abandoned.

    On top of his search for his wife, came the search for his daughter. All the while, tending to his amnesic son who felt the loss of his mother just as sorely as he did. He needed to be strong for Morgan. Become the father he wished he had been for them in their future.

    Aside from overheard stories passed from Lucina to Morgan, Chrom rarely heard of his daughter speaking of her childhood. It was clear as day how she doted on him, she had practically been his shadow when he welcomed her into the Shepherds. Whenever he asked about her life, about things she achieved, she would get a far away look, eyes growing glossy before she would mumble something generic and sweeten it with a smile she inherited from her mother.

    His heart broke again when he knocked gently on Morgan’s door, finding it ajar and empty. He had been ready to simply accept that his entire family had left him. Only a baby left behind to care for all alone.

    Chrom fell to his knees, the shards of his heart burning in his chest. He wanted nothing more than to tear them out from inside him, casting away the agony.

    A shuffling caught his attention from down the hall. Numbly, he stumbled down the corridor towards it.

    Lucina’s door swayed in a gentle breeze, a tiny slither of light emitting from the gap. Confused, he pushed it open.

    Morgan was still there, to his relief. He was curled up against his sister’s pillows, clutching them to his chest and silently crying into the silk casing. He didn’t look up when Chrom stepped into the room. The only indicator that he knew his father was there at all was how he pulled the pillows closer to his chest and caught a sob.

    The exalt crossed the room to his son, perched himself on the edge of the bed and gently lay a hand on his shoulder. Morgan’s dam broke and he threw himself into his father’s waiting arms, openly crying for the loss of both mother and sister.

    Pulling him tighter into his chest, Chrom did his best to hold himself together. To be his son’s rock while Robin could not. One hand running through his hair, the other holding him securely upright. He whispered words of comfort to him that both of them knew were useless. Neither said anything when tears of his own dropped into the boy’s dark hair, the only part of him matching his father and sister. The rest of him was Robin.

    Though lost, his darling was everywhere. In the dimples of his son’s cheeks, in the maps and tomes of the libraries and offices. In his baby daughter’s eyes, the set of her tiny mouth. Gods, if he had just done more to stop her from sacrificing herself. If he had stopped for a moment to put himself in Robin’s head, thinking what she would do, he should have known she would never agree to him dealing the final blow. He should have known she would look for a bigger picture.     Robin was gone, and he was the only person left to blame.

    Word passed around the palace that night of the broken cries floating around the East wing. When staff poked their heads around the door, they were quick to make themselves scarce. Nobody knew what to do seeing their exalt so vulnerable.

    Word passed quickly to his vassal. Nobody came near the wing after that.

    Nobody commented on the red rimmed eyes of the father and son. Nobody commented when Chrom threw himself further into his search for his wife and daughter. They knew they should have. He would work himself to an early grave.

    Even if they tried, everybody knew the only person who could ever talk a lick of sense into him was his missing other half.

[fe-fictions]

Chrom x Robin Commission (Chrom is kidnapped and Robin is not having it!!!)

You weren’t necessarily trying to hide the fact that you and Chrom were romantically involved, but it’d be a lie to suggest you were being open and public about it.

No, you preferred to keep that to yourself, more than anything. You didn’t want it to change what people thought about you, even if that meant watching Chrom be flirted with by noblemen and women alike, waiting for their chance to catch his eye whenever you’d stop in town.

It was the one pitfall of courtship during war, aside from the obvious. The times in town, which were relatively peaceful, you found to be more stressful than a battlefield.

You had to stand by and watch Chrom be swooned over and watch them try over and over to steal him from you.

The only issue was that Chrom didn’t seem to rebuff them as often, nor as decisively, as you preferred. You knew he could be a bit oblivious, and that he wasn’t the most capable at expressing his boundaries until it was far too late (the Frederick propaganda posters came to mind immediately).

But you were starting to get more and more frustrated with it, the longer it went on. And now that you were nearing the end of the journey to fight with the bastard king of Plegia, you were finding the management of stress much more difficult than before.

So naturally when you stopped in a bordertown just north of the territory line, you thought it would be ideal to kick back, enjoy a pint with your favorite long-sword-wielding prince, and try to indulge in some relaxation before it was time to return to reality.

“Robin! They’ve got some excellent mead here- I brought you a mug.”

“Oh,” You smiled softly at your dear prince, glad to accept the offering. “I was going to get a pint in a moment, so thank you for being proactive. Did you manage to escape the bar unscathed?”

“Well, I received a few interesting looks, but I think the cloak ought to be enough cover.” Chrom explained; being so close to the edge of Plegia meant that there was a good chance there would be soldiers and informants scattered around the place.

Frederick was insistent that if Chrom were to join them for a night in town today, he’d be concealing the hair, and the mark. There was no need to risk him being in public more than they already were, already.

But even then, it was difficult to conceal his particularly handsome face. You were slightly biased in your belief that he was ridiculously handsome, but you weren’t going to hide the truth; you loved that man.

The only problem was that others seemed to be infatuated with him, too.

“Chrom, you didn’t let them see too much of you, right? We’re so close to Plegia, I’m worried that if the wrong person saw your hair…”

“Nothing to worry about. I promise,” He reassured you, setting the mug in front of you. “Now let’s talk about something more fun. Now that we have some time away from the army- I’d like to explore our future a little bit.”

“In a place like this?” You laughed, “Wouldn’t you rather we discuss that somewhere more romantic? Maybe out in the valley, under the stars…somewhere more ‘talk about the future’ like?”

“Nonsense! There’s no time like the present! Well, that, and I just can’t wait to talk about it. There’s so much to discuss!” He told you in earnest, covering your hand with his. “I’d love to talk about wedding plans, in particular. When we can get back home…what do you think- something big and elegant, or small and private?”

“Does…does someone in your position get to make a decision like that? I have a feeling we won’t be allowed to have a small wedding.” you mused, but Chrom insisted.

“We can have a small ceremony and a big party, if you want it. I’m happy with whatever you prefer. Both sound great to me!” He smiled, “So long as we finally get to show everybody how we feel.”

“That wouldn’t be bad. Maybe…when we get back, my mind will change, but…for now, I like the idea of an intimate ceremony. The Shepherds likely won’t be able to handle a small party, though. I can’t see Vaike and Basilio allowing a good party to go to waste.”

“That’s true,” Chrom chuckled, “Then, how about-”

“Excuse me, if I may…” a man suddenly loomed over your table, catching your attention. “I couldn’t help but notice how particularly attractive your friend is, here. I wondered what he might look like with the cowl pulled back?”

“I’m afraid he’s taken, sir.” You sighed, nodding your head towards your still-held hands. “If you don’t mind, we’d like to return to our conversation.”

“No, no, I don’t mind-” The man lifted his own hand, and suddenly the tavern grew quiet.  The only sound that perforated the building was that of the doors latching shut.

Chrom’s grip on your hand tightened. You were in danger.

“I won’t ask a second time- show me your face.”

“We’re under no obligation to do what you ask,” Chrom rose from his seat, keeping his head low. You stood beside him, quietly reaching for the knife at your hip. “We’re taking our leave. Stand asi-”

Chrom was silenced by a hand at his throat, the shocking stranger launching at your husband before you could even blink. 

The other hand ripped his cowl away, revealing a shock of blue hair.

“Chrom-!!” You weren’t able to get another word in before you were suddenly attacked by the people around you. The tavern erupted in violence, men and women alike throwing themselves at you and the prince. 

It didn’t take long to put the pieces together, as every enemy that came closer and closer to you were slashed away.

The entire tavern was filled with Plegians- they knew you were coming.

You didn’t know how- but they were waiting for you and Chrom. And you weren't going to get out of the fight unscathed.

“Chrom!!” You shouted for him, finding his cloak torn away in his scuffle. He as being piled on far worse than you were- he was the one they wanted.

He wasn’t able to get to the blade on his belt- he was being pulled down and restrained. 

“Chrom, hold on! I’m-” A fist smashed into your jaw, sending you stumbling to the floor. 

“ROBIN!!” Chrom’s voice was muffled in your ears, the sharp ringing disorienting you. The last thing you saw was Chrom’s hand reaching out for you, before something heavy struck your head.

There was pain, and then there was nothing.

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It would be roughly twelve minutes before you’d come to, shaken awake by a frantic knight, a tearful princess and an entire horde of Shepherds that were crowded around you.

The tavern had been abandoned, ransacked and simsimply a huge mess.

Frederick would help you sit up, Lissa and Maribelle casting healing spells over you to try and return some of your lucidity.

“Robin…where’s Lord Chrom?” Frederick posed the question first, clearly unsure he wanted the answer. Your eyebrows drew together, fear replacing your confusion.

“What do you…why are you asking me that?”

“You were here together, before the attack. Miriel heard a commotion from the market across the street, but when she came over to investigate, the tavern doors were locked. What happened? Were you and Lord Chrom attacked?”

“Clearly she was, you oaf-” Maribelle snapped, “Did they attack him too? Did they-”

“They were Plegian.” You recalled first, staring up at them, “They were all Plegian. They locked the doors, and a man asked Chrom to take off his hood, and then he grabbed him. I couldn’t…they all came after us.” Your voice became increasingly more shakey with every when your recall came back.

“Lord Chrom was-!” Frederick grimace, rising to his feet, “The entire building is cleared,- he’s not here. We need to organize a search party immediately. We must operate under the suspicion that he has been kidnapped!”

“By Plegians,” Maribelle hissed, “Those monsters!! We were so careful when we came here.” How did they figure it out?’

“I don’t know,” You swallowed, “But there’s no point trying to figure that out now. We have to find Chrom!”

“We do, yes, but you won’t be doing anything.” Lissa jumped in, “You're Injured badly, Robin. They could’ve killed you! If we hadn’t come in when we did, Robin-”

“Thank you,” You cut her off quickly, recognizing the tears in her eyes. “But that’s not important…not right now- we need to focus on getting Chrom back!”

“We need to get you back to camp. Quickly-” Frederick’s jaw was clenched, but he was right. He and Maribelle helped you to your feet, your head still pounding. “Then we will regroup and locate milord.”

“But we don’t know what they want with him. We don’t know if they’re trying to kill him, or-”

“They’re Plegian, so they’re probably going to take him to Gangrel. I don’t know how they figured out where we’d be- but we can’t waste time.” 

“We’re not far from the capital- seven days’ time, maybe.” Maribelle said grimly, “If they wanted to take him, it wouldn’t be impossible.”

“Then we’ve done enough talking. We have to go.” 

You could ignore the pain, and the dizziness, and the fear. But the one thing you could not possibly hope to ignore was the anger.

They didn’t just take the prince of Ylisse. They didn’t take the Exalt’s brother, the Shepherd’s commander.

They took the man who was to be your husband. And they weren’t going to get him without a fight…one they would be losing.

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It did not take long to deduce the source of information that led the Plegians to capture Chrom. There was a mole among the Shepherds.

A woman, an archer trained in Virion’s own squadron, who was weeded out quite quickly once Tharja pointed out the likelihood of it being an internal leak rather than pure luck.

One did not simply fill a tavern with capable enemy fighters.

Within two days, you would have the woman interrogated to the point of revealing everything she knew.

Where they were taking him. What they were doing to him- what they planned to present to Gangrel.

The beaten, bloody prince of Ylisse, to stand “trial” with his sister. 

And if all went according to their nefarious plan, it would surely spell the end of the Ylissean army, and lead to the fall of the whole country.

Chrom’s shield and Falchion would be strapped to your back, your Levin Sword and Arcfire tome secure on your waist. If the healers were coming with you, then he’d be able to fight his way out. Assuming he wasn’t injured to the point of needing bed rest.

You tried very hard to shove that worrisome thought down deep.

The Shepherds were rallied with a violent fervor, desperate to bring back the prince before they could get too far.

Miriel and Ricken were able to cast a tracking spell on the Falchion, following the directions you had forced out of the snake in your ranks.

He hadn’t gotten too far away. Mercifully, goddess be praised, the location that had been suggested was several kilometers south of the border town.

There was little doubt they’d be pushing as fast as they could to transport Chrom. With everyone gathered, you were haphazardly planning out how to rescue him, while also moving en route to catch up to them and get him back.

You were riding up front on the back of Frederick’s horse, Hebert, while said knight was galloping at full speed. Miriel and Maribelle were positioned on the backs of Cordelia’s and Sumia’s pegasus, driving as fast as they could into the desert.

“If we keep moving at this pace, we should be at their fort by sundown!!” You shouted over the whipping winds, the sand battering your face ignored as you explained the moving plot.

“Sundown isn’t soon enough- they’ll already be on the move by then!”

“It’d be foolish if they didn’t be on their way by then-” You agreed, stabbing the quill against the shifting map to pinpoint the location. “But they might also be expecting the fortress to be looked over, given the lapse of time! We’ll need to divide the Shepherds- enough to secure the fort! The rest of us will keep driving south!”

“How do we split up??” Cordelia asked, her eyes lasered forward in case she was able to spot Chrom.

“I want flying units, mages and archers with me- we’re gonna keep riding!! I want heavy units and thieves on the fort. Lissa and Frederick, I need you both while Ricken and Maribelle go to the fort as first aid. Are we clear?”

The shouts of your Shepherds made it quite clear that you were heard loud and clear.

There would be absolutely no hesitation from this moment forward.

The snap of Frederick’s reins echoed in your ears, the two of you were galloping for dear life, the pegasus riders swooping above with renewed vigor, now that the plan was put into action.

By the time the sky turned orange, the fortress was in view. You looked to your shifting team, nodding to Sully- your chosen commander for the fort rescue unit.

She growled, thrusting her spear in the air before charging away with them, a war cry rattling even your bones as they thrust themselves into their battle.

And now, it was down to your team.

“I pray they find him there- it would at least mean he’s back in our hands sooner.” Frederick said, digging his heels into the horse’s sides. You frowned, drawing your hood up against the sand beating your flushed skin.

“We can only hope. But if they don’t find him, I pray we’ll be able to find him in one piece”!

Within a half hour, Sumia dove back down, flying nearly side by side with Frederick’s beast. 

“We spotted a caravan moving at high speeds, twelve kilometers ahead!”

“How big?”

“It seemed to be only two carts- everyone else was armed. Four wyverns in the air, two pegasus!”

“That’s where he is.” You glowered, drawing your blade. Falchion weighed heavy on your back, realizing how close you were to finding him.

The push forward from that point was no longer a quiet urgency.

As soon as they were in range, the fight was on.

Virion’s arrows were flung into the sky, catching dragon wings and horse’s hips, forcing the flying units down with little mercy or hesitation.

The moment you heard the whinnies of frightened beasts, you knew you were close enough.

“Halt, in the name of the Exalt!!” You bellowed, drawing up your Arcfire and flinging a decisive blast into the path of your enemies.

The carts split apart, horses careening away in a panic. You were quick to direct Frederick to the left, thrusting Maribelle and Stahl towards the cart separated in the opposite direction.

That was when the chaos started.

Panne leapt onto the first Plegian she could reach, her beastly form devastating and quick to defeat her prey. You caught an arrow in your arm, but it was ripped away and countered with a blast of lightning. 

As soon as Frederick’s lance could reach, he was cutting away the wheels in a single angry stroke. The back spokes broke loose, and the cart slid back, crashing against the sand. 

“Secure the driver!!” You shouted to him, leaping from Hebert’s back and rushing the cart skidding into the ground. It was still being dragged, but the speed being greatly reduced made it much easier for you to jump on. 

Frederick rushed to the front, battling the driver to take control of the broken carriage.

You grabbed onto the wooden box, its door cracking and groaning as the walls threatened to come apart.

“CHROM!!” Your voice had yet to break from all the yelling, but you weren’t going to stop until he was safe. A knife was ripped from your belt, driving it into the splintering wood to force an opening.

You hoisted yourself up, peering into the hole and into the dark space.

There were crates, barrels of supplies, but in the very front of the cart, you could see it.

A silver glove, and a dash of blue hair on the floor of it.

“Oh-” You jerked to a sudden stop, Fredrick having halted the caravan. The other Shepherds pressed onward, bringing their battle to an end. But you had bigger things to worry about.

“Frederick!!” You called forth knight, who was sprinting from the seat now that the horses were stopped.

“Robin! Is he-”

“Help me break the door down-”

“Yes-!”

“He’s in there!!”

The lance was traded for his axe, which was breaking the wood down and splintering it away without a second thought.

When it was down enough, you pushed into the space, shoving away the boxes and barrels to force yourself into the space.

“Quickly, you must fetch Lissa!! Get her and Maribelle, I don’t think he’s conscious-” 

Frederick’s hesitation was only for a moment- seeing the slightest hint that his prince was in there was almost enough to send him barging in past his liege’s lover.

But he would be quicker than her to get the attention of the healers.

“Chrom!!” His name cracked on your tongue, racing over to him and kneeling into the wood and sand where he laid.

His hands were bound, his body curled inward as though in pain. You shook his shoulder, calling his name again and again. He would not reply.

But he was still breathing. You heaved a shaking exhale, searching your pouch for a vulnerary. There wasn’t much left inside, but enough to ensure he’d stay with you until Frederick came back with the others.

“Chrom, please- I’m here now. I’m here, so please wake up.” You whispered, pulling his heavy frame up so that his head rested in your lap. You tilted his chin up, uncorking the potion and pouring it gingerly.

His breathing stuttered before he swallowed, his eyebrows drawing together suddenly, contorting as he was slowly regaining consciousness.

“Breathe, Chrom, it’s all right…I-I promise, it’s all right now. The healers are going to be here soon. Lissa and Maribelle, and Frederick, and…”

Chrom’s eyes fluttered, his fingers clenching and unclenching against his palms. 

“Oh, um…hold on, I can get those…” Awkwardly you leaned forward, trying not to disturb him while you cut away the ropes on his hands.

The moment the fibers snapped away, you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist, clinging tightly.

“Chrom?”

“R…Robin..?” 

His voice was such a weary, hoarse and hopeful sound. You slipped your hand back so that you could squeeze his, feeling the tremble of his fingers against the gloves.

“I’m here, my love. I’m right here. We got you.” You whispered, the tears blurring your vision only moments from falling. At last, Chrom’s eyes opened. Glassy, but as blue and vibrant as ever. He was awake.

“You…y-you found me.” He gazed up at you, the almost shocked expression impossible to miss despite his exhaustion, and all the blood and bruises that otherwise hid the view.

“We all did darling, and they’re on the way.” You lifted your head, hearing the clanking of armor and the tense voices that were surely not far away. “Lissa and Maribelle will heal you up, and then we’ll get you back on your feet in no time.”

“Your arm…” He trailed off, brushing his hand against the torn fabric of your coat. You are standing right there, finding the gash on your skin.

“It’s fine. Nothing a bandage can’t fix.” You assured him, “Now stop worrying about your rescuer and focus on yourself, for once.”

He hummed, closing his eyes with a soft sigh. You ran your fingers through his hair, comforting your rescued love. You had no idea what on earth those monsters had done to him, but he was clearly exhausted and was treated harshly. As if you needed another reason to beat down the Plegians…

The silent reverie you found with him, relishing your reunion, did not last much longer. He was back in your arms, but shortly after holding onto him, you found yourselves overwhelmed by an army of anxious men and women.

The clerics took to the forefront, and you were at least allowed to stay in place while he was treated. Best not to move him too much until they knew it was safe to move him.

His breathing became less labored, and his sentences were more sturdy. He stared up at you clearly now, and sought out your hand deliberately despite the mess of people working around the two of you.

“We’re gonna be okay.” You promised, your fingers threading together.

You separated yourself only long enough to get him onto the other cart, which they had been able to preserve its wheels unlike yours and Frederick’s barbaric tactics.

Eventually you returned to camp, to the tearful reunion of the fort party. The place had been run through from top to bottom, but when no one was able to locate the prince it didn’t give them much comfort.

The extra supplies you were able to salvage from the place would come in handy, but that was on the back of your mind at that moment. After all, you had a prince who needed tending.

He would be sent straight to the healing tent, and you would be right behind him, taking up residence in a chair beside his cot while he recuperated.

It would be two days of sleeping before he came around from his healing, but of course the very first thing he did when he could sit up on his own was taking that he took you into his arms and squeezed you close, kissing you over and over until the tent was completely empty for fear of being exposed to the prince’s private affection.

He only managed to pull back to say a tearful thank you, reminding you just how deeply he loved and cherished you more than anything in the world. 

Which, of course, earned a response of a thousand more kisses and a tight squeeze, one which would have been impossible to separate you from.

Chrom was home, in your arms. An embrace he hoped he might never leave, again.

[sieglinde-freud]

if awakening ever gets a remake in the next twenty years or so my number one want is same sex marriage + still having kids but my number TWO want is a scene after lucina’s judgement where whoever is robin’s kid confronts lucina. bc like from a player’s stand point, or really even just from robin as a character, its really easy to understand lucina’s thought process, sympathize with her, and forgive her. but if you’re one of the future kids, you came back in time to save your parents (and the world i GUESS), and your friend decides that your parent, yours specifically, is expendable, thats kinda fucked up!! her thinking is valid and potentially correct from a logical standpoint, but looking at it from like morgan’s perspective, it might feel selfish or unwarranted.

but my other thing is, unless robin’s second kid is lucina (or they dont have one), i think using their other kid over morgan would be more impactful if only because morgan lost their memories of the past and doesnt have as strong of a connection with lucina as say, someone like gerome or cynthia does. if its chrom!morgan then yeah, theres the connection, but otherwise wouldnt it be fucking wild to see the perspective of someone who went back in time with their friend who promised to go back and save the world, only to find them pointing a sword at your fucking dad? literally insane where is this confrontation. number three want is fix chapter two’s map design

[ao3robin215]

Fire Emblem - Awakening

Chapter 2 is up! Give this Chrobin fanfic a shot! You're gonna like it, I promiseeee!!!

[ultraviolet-psyche]

I might be able to do a little somethin somethin for Chrobin Week 👀

[aestheticitii]

i like how i'm so productive for writing as school starts. it's better than not all, but really? when school starts? not in summer?

[lampreylarry]

Faded Future

An amazing art commission I got from @ArayaEjiri on twitter.

Wholesome and Angst are 2 halves of a whole when it comes to Chrobin.

Click here for the full merged art (x)

[ro-botany]

Day 18 of sharing my queer headcanons for pride month:

Chrom Ylisse is Bi and Genderqueer!

I could make a blue hair and pronouns joke here, but I shan't stoop to that. :P

Both of these headcanons are, at the end of the day, more vibes-based than evidence-based. But I have my reasons!

Despite my usual icon, I'm not actually a diehard Chrobin shipper. It is, nonetheless, a ship I think is very sweet - and I like it best with male Robin. The support conversations are better, for one thing, but I also just like the flavour it being an mlm ship gives to the rest of the story when they're a romantic couple. But I can't deny the guy is canonically also interested in women and I also can't deny that I ship him with Sully as well, so, the natural thing to do is to diagnose him with bisexuality!

As for the genderqueer part... I personally place him somewhere on the line between man and agender. He's perfectly comfortable being referred to as a man, doesn't feel an impulse to change his presentation really, but he also doesn't really have a strong innate sense of gender. If you asked him he probably wouldn't even consider it queer "enough" for the label, partly because of his Angst(tm) about how like his father he is, but it counts to me.

When I do ship Chrobin, I like to imagine that Lissa pokes fun at him for it prior to the wedding because of course he had to pick a man to spite her, now she can't even help his partner pick out wedding dresses! How dare he, shock and horror! All in jest, of course. But then Chrom just shrugs and says she can help him pick a dress out if she wants. For him. For Chrom. Why not, right? I think Chrom should get to look pretty at his wedding, as a treat. Obligatory link to the bridal Chrom art the mutuals and I pass around every once in a while.

[felikatze]

once again making robin lucina's mom makes me wanna cry so bad because it is Incredibly Painful

reading game scripts again (as you do) and started crying at the FP3 convo between lucina and f robin

"May I look at you one last time? I will miss you terribly once you leave again. But the smile on your face now will sustain me in the years to come."

LUCINAAAAA MY DAUGHTERRRRRR I WANT TO HUG HER SO BAD

[pomegranate-belle]

WIP Folder Game

RULES: make a new post and share with us the titles of your documents in your wip folder(s) and some detail if you wish, no matter how old, random, or disconcerting. Sort as you see fit (or don't). Ask the person who tagged you a question about the title(s) that most intrigue you from their list, and tag as many people as you'd like to join the game!! Have fun :)

Thank you to @daisytarget for the tag!!

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First off I keep my WIPs mainly in my phone’s Notes app, and I have 160 in the Daredevil subfolder alone so. This is obviously not going to be anywhere close to everything, lmao — I’m also only going to list things that don’t have chapters posted already.

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What Do We Burn Besides Witches? (LOTR): an attempt to poke at the MGiME trope with bonus “Westron is not English”, but the MG gets immediately imprisoned because Denethor is deeply suspicious, lol

Free-Range Dumbasses of Middle Earth (LOTR): another MGiME, this time lampshading the “Valar brought the MG to Middle Earth to save more people” and instead the MG is brought to Middle Earth by Sauron in an attempt to fuck up the timeline and our heroes’ victory. It’s also my excuse to bring in an Uruk-hai OC for the lulz, godspeed Kazoth buddy you are going to facepalm so much.

Claudeleth RomCom (FE3H): Claude and Byleth arranged marriage except drop in some Disney-Sleeping-Beauty-style identity shenanigans where neither of them knows the other is their betrothed and they fall in love with each other and angst about it :)

Chrobin Role Swap (FE13): Chrom’s the amnesiac, Robin gets a cool sword, Naga is evil, and Grima is just trying to perpetuate the natural cycle of life and death.

The Parable of Kestrel and Nightingale (Storm Hawks): Insert Dark Ace backstory here.

Graham Lives AU (OUAT): Graham doesn’t die in S1, and everything changes as a result.

The Nickel Samurai (PW): A random mishmash of scripts, cast interviews, and novelizations for the Nickel Samurai show.

Wrong Miguel (ATSV): an AU where the Miguels met and pulled a Prince and the Pauper, but Spidey!Miguel is the one who ended up dying, and Normie!Miguel has to try and take his place.

200th Work (Marvel comics): currently a misnomer since I’ve now hit 200 works, this is a college era AU where Matt is a public identity superhero. And also secretly a vigilante.

Pushing Daisies/DD Crossover (Pushing Daisies & NMCU): Matt and Foggy end up in Papen County to look for Elektra, and also to deliver a suspicious brass pocket watch to a certain pie shop owner.

Break the Window, Smash the Lock (NMCU): MattFoggy rival thieves AU!

MikeLoki Fantasy AU (Marvel comics): Loki is a god of lies imprisoned for hundreds of years, Mike is a mirror shade (doppelgänger creature created by standing too long in front of a magic mirror). They make a deal.

Terrible DD RPF (NMCU): Foggy finds out about RPF fanfiction of Daredevil and can’t help but read it.

Watching the Sentinel (NMCU): College era, Foggy introduces Matt to 90s TV show The Sentinel, about a guy who gains enhanced senses. Matt tries not to freak out and give anything away.

Tagging @missmoochy, @blissful-thinker, @inkforhumanhands, and anyone else who wants to do it :3

[ferdieylisse]

“Chrom.” Robin whispered. “When I wanted to give you this stone, I- there were a lot of things I wanted to say to you. I thought that by the time I became strong enough to place it in your hand, I’d be strong enough to find the words to accompany it.”

She knelt down so she was level with his face, and rocked back on her heels.

“However-“ she breathed deep, shaky- “I do not. I do not have those words.”

-Chrobin week day 4! Went a bit silly with this fic. The prompt demanded angst, the prompt demanded something about the OBVIOUS possession narrative in the game... I decided to write fluff about chrom and robin being harassed by a German Shepard.

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

I like Chrobin purely because it reminds me of Sigurd and Deirdre. The ANGST.

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[wearwind-ao3]

After approximately bazillion years since the cliffhanger, I am maybe an hour away from finishing up Chapter 10 of Our Last First Meeting (the Chrobin fic). And I am STRESSED OUT

You know how sometimes you have too much coffee and life comes at you way too fast with way too many big changes, and then you decide to add to the anxiety by writing excruciating angst? Like that. I'm not sure whether this is therapeutic or masochistic, but at least I'm getting a fic out of it.

Hoping to publish today🤞

[melisusthewee]

Fanfic Writer Questions

I was tagged in this by both @dreadfutures and @blarrghe ! I did this once a few years ago, so it's interesting to see what's changed since then.

Tagging forward: @theluckywizard @greypetrel @darethshirl @natliecole @if-not-now-tell-me-when @madame-fear

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 35, though I believe 5 of them are artwork only for exchanges and not actually fics.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 87, 413 words

3. What fandoms do you write for? In my AO3 era: Hockey RPF; Dragon Age; La Sociedad de la Nieve/Society of the Snow Pre-AO3 (the ff.net/LJ era): Digimon Adventure, Harry Potter, The Lord of the Rings, Doctor Who, Beatles RPF, a little bit of DC/Marvel

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1. The Tang of Liquor On His Tongue (Dragon Age) 2. The Dreamer Sets the Rules (Dragon Age) 3. mala suledin nadas (Dragon Age) 4. Smut Challenge 2: War Table Boogaloo (Dragon Age) 5. Mañana (LSDLN/SotS)

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! Or at least I try to! There have been a couple of times where I've gotten overwhelmed or have been busy and fallen behind. But I try really hard to reply to every single comment I get.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? That's hard to pick. I think that a lot of my fic endings lean more towards catharsis than raw angst. Perhaps "Lathbora Viran" is the angstiest ending because it concludes a trilogy of fics about Solas' spirit friend Wisdom and ends with the implication that Wisdom became corrupted into the Regret demon that appears in Skyhold in "Tevinter Nights".

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Any of my romantic fics, I guess? If I had to pick one then I would probably say "Nothing Else Than What is Now" which was the extremely long one shot that led to all my Quinn Trevelyan/Horatio Morris nonsense. It originally wasn't supposed to have a happy ending, but about midway through writing it I changed my mind and even though OC / OC is extremely niche in just about any fandom, I'm still glad I did it.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not yet. We'll see if that changes now that I've mentioned I've written LSDLN fic.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yep. 2 out of my top 5 fics are smut, and 2 more out of the top 5 have implied sex. I suppose that says I must be good at it. I don't really know what kind of smut I write since every smutfic I've written has been either a challenge or a prompt fill or a gift. I think I'm an example of that meme of "the 2000 word blow job is an important piece of character development". I really lean into tricking you into having emotions and feelings and getting introspective inside characters' heads while they're naked and getting down dirty. Come for the smut, stay for the emotional feelings!

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I did when I was younger, but haven't really vibed with it much in recent years. In terms of published fic, maybe the Harry Potter/Beatles crossover drabble I wrote based on a piece of artwork that an old friend of mine had done. I still have the fic, but the artwork has sadly been lost to the ethers of the internet. But the idea was that the Beatles didn't really break up in 1970, they just took on a different career.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not to my knowledge. But I have taken to granting permission in my author's notes of new fics for anyone who might want to translate them into other languages.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes, actually! Some of my very first fanfics were co-written with a friend of mine. We never published them, but it was just fun to write little stories together.

14. What's your all time favourite ship? Even though I've never written any fanfic for it, I am 100% pure unleaded Chrobin trash. They are my OTP and I am probably due for a replay of Fire Emblem Awakening for it again. "YOU ARE THE WIND AT MY BACK AND THE SWORD AT MY SIDE."

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? One of the very first fics I ever started writing for the Dragon Age fandom was an Alistair/Cousland piece that looked at the period of time between the Warden's disappearance and their (hopefully) eventual return. It was meant to be 10 chapters, with each chapter split between a section in the past that looked at their romance over time and a section that took place in the more immediate present as Alistair navigated the events of DAI. I still have the document sitting on my laptop as well as backed up in my google drive, but I only ever finished the first chapter and even though I go back to it sometimes and make notes, I've not worked on it with any serious attention in years (I started this fic not too long after the Trespasser DLC was released) and at this point I doubt it will ever be in a publishable state let alone finished.

16. What are your writing strengths? I think I'm really good at dialogue! I'm very good at conveying personalities and speech patterns in written dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Blowjobs

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? For me, I think it depends on the amount of dialogue that is being spoken in another language and whether or not it's something the character whose POV is being written would understand.

With fantasy settings like Dragon Age, most of my fics are written from the POV of one of the game protagonists which are all human in my world state. So they wouldn't understand things like Qunlat or Elvhen, but also as those conlangs are incomplete languages, I will usually just refer to dialogue as being spoken in a language that the POV character doesn't understand. In a few fics where I've written from Solas' POV, I have used things like italics or sometimes <<special dialogue brackets>> to denote that this speech is being spoken between two characters in another language. Since the languages are fictional but the story is being told in English, it makes sense that the "author" translates in a similar logic to how Tolkien's books are "translated" for us to read.

With stories and settings that are more grounded in reality, I'll use other languages where appropriate. Usually this is in the form of nicknames or titles or expressions that I feel can't really convey the same tone or idea if they were translated into English. I've been very fortunate to find several new friends in the LSDLN fandom who have taught me a lot about monickers and nicknames and phrases in different regional dialects of Spanish.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Technically it was Digimon Adventure - baby's first Mary-Sue fic

20. Favourite fic you've written? It's a tie between "In the Long Hours of the Night" and "The Many Faces of Wisdom". With the former, this was the fic where I first felt like I finally got Quinn Trevelyan. It was the fic where he emerged as a more formed and complete character and I'm still proud of it. With the latter, it was an experimental idea that toyed with a rather ambiguously-defined relationship between Solas and the Inquisitor. It also was the first time I played around with writing Fade scenes and spirits and you can see a lot of the building blocks that I would eventually revisit and explore more as I fleshed out my own lore. It's also the one fic where I started with a very specific image in my mind and that I would really love to commission art for one day.

Blank Form Under the Cut

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Do you respond to comments?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

8. Do you get hate on fics?

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

16. What are your writing strengths?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

20. Favorite fic you've written?