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Do you have any stories left for the Archest of Archers? I need more Virion/Robin in my life

(How about the Kissed By Another prompt...but in reverse!!!! This is such a good story, I can't believe I had posted it sooner!)

It was always whispered behind your backs, but you and Virion knew that people kept talking.

He was still flirtatious, and he would let a pick-up line slip here and there, but you didn’t mind it. Virion promised he wasn’t going anywhere. He would always rein his behavior in when you expressed concern.

But you knew his personality. You would feel terrible if he changed things about himself just to please you. It wouldn’t be healthy or fair.

So you trusted him, and you ignored what others said. You weren’t worried, and you weren’t offended. However, that all came to a stop one fateful day.

“Do you think that everything will truly go back to normal once this war ends?” virion asked you, the two of you working away in the armory and polishing the various blades and lances that Frederick had assigned you both.

You tilted your head, curious what was running through Virion’s mind.

“I would assume so, yes.”

“Well, the problem for me is that…my normal would be returning home to Rosanne. It is across the sea, amour. Would be comfortable leaving your friends behind?”

“Hmm.” You paused your work, “I don’t know. That’s a hard question.”

“I worry you would be anxious having to live in a new place. You would not have much support, and that would be uncomfortable, non?”

“It wouldn’t be ideal, but you know that you’re all I need, right?” You responded with a soft smile, “Where you go, I go. I can write letters and visit everyone else. Chrom will be the least happy about it, but he’ll get over it. He’s a tough kid.”

“I am so happy to hear you say so, mon ange.” Virion beamed at you, “You are so brave, and so beautiful, and so very perfect in every possible way…ah, but I have been so blessed by the gods with such a wonderful woman.”

“You can just say ‘I’m glad to hear it’.” You giggled.

Virion laughed. “Ah, but where would the fun in that be?”

He grinned at you, leaning forward to steal a quick kiss. You broke apart just as the tent flap opened, and Virion was called by Ricken for some important task.

“I’ll be back soon, amour. Leave some polishing for me, hm?”

“I will.” You beamed at him, watching him leave with his usual flourish. You shook your head when he bowed dramatically to you. You had married quite the theater man, which you realized fairly early into your marriage.

You reflected happily on your relationship, humming while the polishing continued. You finished two more lances before the tent opened again.

“Welcome back-”

“Thank you, Tactician.”

You started when a voice that wasn’t your husband’s hit your ears, and you looked up to find a soldier, a Myrmidon, entering the armory.

“Oh, forgive me- I mistook you for my husband.” You told the man with an embarrassed chuckle.

“No matter. I was actually looking for you, hoping I could have an audience alone with you.”

“Is there something I can help you with? Is there a problem with your formation or your partner? I’d be happy to reassign you if that were the case.”

“None of that. It’s nothing to do with battle. Rather, this is something a bit personal.”

“All right…” You didn’t like how strange his request was. You had no idea what to do with this- Frederick had mentioned something about chain of command before. This man had to be breaking some sort of rule.

“I’ve learned something about your husband, ma’am. It could damage his reputation, and yours…which in turn would cause harm to Lord Chrom.”

“What sort of information do you have on Virion, of all people? I know him pretty well. He’s never done anything to make me suspect otherwise.”

“Even with his excessive romantic behavior?”

“If that’s the sort of information you have, then no, I’m not worried at all.” You said with a deep frown, “If this is some sort of sick joke, I’m not laughing.”

“It’s not like that. It’s serious.” He held out a piece of paper that had all sorts of scribblings on it, but you chiefly recognized Virion’s name, and the Valmese Kingdom among the lines of text.

“Virion is from Rosanne- it’s close to Valm. Why is this important?”

“You don’t know enough about Valm to understand how serious this is, ma’am. The Valmese aren’t our friends. They’re allied with Plegia. Supplying weapons and funding them so they can win the war.”

That didn’t sound good. Virion’s name attached to it sounded worse.

“What does that have to do with Virion?”

“He’s helping facilitate the transactions through his connections in Rosanne; an ally of Valm.”

The blood turned to ice in your veins.

Virion? A traitor?

“If word were to get out that there’s a traitor in our ranks, it would undermine the entire army. No one would trust anyone. You’re married to the man- you think anyone would do as you say, knowing you’re connected to a rat?”

“Virion’s no rat! He would never betray his friends, let alone Ylisse!” You protested so passionately, the strange soldier was taken aback. His surprise was soon replaced with a smirk.

“This is what I was afraid of. You’re more than willing to go to bat for him, but that’s a problem. We have to make sure this is properly investigated before anyone’s name is cleared. Your word is nothing unless there’s proof. Right now, the evidence is stacked against him.”

You bit your lip, frustrated into silence and confusion. He was right.

“So, I thought I should come to you first with this information.”

“I see. But until I can verify any of-”

“Ah-ah. Not so fast. You’re not going to be investigating any of this. You’re far too close. That, and I’m concerned you’ll try and tell someone about what’s going on. We can’t have that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, that if you try and tell anyone about what you found out today, I can make sure that everyone knows your husband is a traitor, and you’re his right hand who’s helping him every step of the way.”

“Excuse me?”

“Breathe a word and I end the game before it starts. But if you keep quiet and do as I say, then Virion and you will be just fine.”

“You want to blackmail me?” You seethed, “What in the gods’ names is wrong with you?!”

“Nothing at all. But you have to give me what I want.”

“Which is?”

“A kiss.”

You were pretty sure you didn’t hear that right.

“…What did you just say?”

“I want a kiss from the Chief Tactician, Ylisse’s most beautiful woman.” He said with a toothy grin, leaning closer. “You’ll do it, won’t you? You wouldn’t want your husband’s reputation destroyed. Just think of the way you’ll be outcast, treated like enemies of the state…you’d be imprisoned for treason.”

You glared daggers straight into that man’s soul. He was truly a disgusting creature.

“That’s all you want, huh? Just a kiss?”

“I couldn’t ask for more.” He assured you, leaning even closer. You wanted to vomit. “Just remember, all of this stays between us. A word of it gets out, and you’ll both regret it.”

“Fine.” You hissed. You grabbed the man’s collar without another thought, and smashed your mouths together. It was the absolute least pleasant kiss you could have ever given to anyone, and every second it lasted you felt a part of yourself die inside.

You weren’t the only one.

“Robin.”

You practically shoved the man off, gasping when Virion’s voice hit your ears. He was rooted to the spot as he stared at you.

At the man whose mouth had just been on yours. On his wife’s.

His Robin.

Though…you weren’t really his, were you?

Your mouth fell open, stumbling to explain yourself, but you stopped short. You felt the soldier’s eye on you, heard the paper with the damning evidence crinkle in his hand.

You couldn’t say anything.

“What…what is this?”

Oh, his voice. He sounded so shocked. So hurt.

“Virion, i-it’s not…”

“Oh, it is.”

You swiveled around to look at the man whose grin was filled with pegasus dung. He was enjoying this.

“My…apologies.” Virion’s hand faltered from the canvas. He looked away.

“Virion-”

“I didn’t mean to intrude.”

He was gone.

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The following hours were a blur. You didn’t remember the Myrmidon disappearing, but you were alone and couldn’t see past your tears.

You tried to find Virion, running all around the camp and calling for him. No one had seen him. Maribelle thought she’d seen him rush from the armory, but there was no clear indicator where he went.

So you waited in your tent. Your shared tent. You sat on your cot, feeling overwhelmed with all sorts of feelings you couldn’t process.

You wanted to know why the man wanted your kiss in exchange for Virion’s protection. Why did that matter? What was he really after??

Yo were so muddled up with thoughts, but the one that kept twisting up your heart was Virion. Every time his face flashed in your mind, you wanted to curl up and die. His eyes were devoid of love. They were so full of pain.

You weren’t willing to test that man’s threat, saying that he had ways of finding out if you’ve kept quiet or not.

It was a threat you weren’t willing to test. You had a terrible feeling that Virion was in danger. You just wanted to tell him that much.

So it was surprising when, long after the sky turned dark, that Virion stepped into the tent. It took him all of two seconds to realize you were there, and his eyes locked with yours. His hand clenched on the fabric, but he closed it just the same.

He looked away from you the quickest he could.

“You’re here.”

“I am.” You confirmed with a weak nod. The air was so thick with tension it was suffocating.

How were you supposed to explain kissing another man in front of your husband? Let alone without being able to say the real reason?

Virion broke the silence, first With a quiet laugh. A bitter, cold laugh.

“You know, it is quite funny. Everyone always said that I would betray your trust. That I would hurt you, that you deserved better than a filthy old tramp, like me.” His words became chilled. “I never thought it would be the other way around.”

“Virion-”

“Non, Robin.” He stopped you fiercely, and you forgot how to breathe.

He hadn’t called you by your name like that, before. So filled with anger, and hurt.

“I think we can both agree you have done more than enough.” He was falling apart. “I have always…been willing to do what you asked, Robin. If I ever hurt you, or made you worry- I told you to stop me. I would change for you in a heartbeat. A heartbeat! Yet it was not enough, was it?”

You couldn’t even respond. You were shellshocked by the words coming out of his mouth. By the betrayal in his eyes.

“Was I ever enough for you? Did you ever even- was this a marriage of convenience? All this time, hiding a secret lover, going behind my back and betraying my trust and my love for you because you never felt the same? Yet you didn’t have the courage- the love enough to tell me the truth?”

You were both crying.

Virion swallowed hard, running a hand through his hair. “Robin…I trusted you, with my whole heart. I was willing to commit to you. I do not want to know how long this has…I do not want your reasons. I only wish you told me, before. It could have saved us both the trouble of heartbreak.”

He pulled at his glove, and you feared he would discard his ring. The one that matched yours, that weighed so painfully on your finger.

“Virion…please let me say something.”

“What can you say?” He barked out a laugh, “You honestly think I can find any explanation you had for me believable at all? I heard your words! ‘That’s all you want? Just a kiss’?”

Oh.

“‘All of this stays between us’?? Your secret romance you had the gall to sneak about in broad daylight? When you knew I was coming back?? Ha!!”

He shook his head, his hand falling to his side.

“…Ha.”

“I…” Your hands were quaking in your lap. Your heartbeat was deafening in your ears, but you couldn’t bear it. “Can’t say much.”

Virion looked down at you, expression cold and unmoving.

“But I need you to trust me.”

His eyes widened. He couldn’t believe the words you spoke.

“Do you really think that I could do that to you?” You asked him softly, “Without reason?”

He looked away. “Does that matter? I know what I saw. This isn’t some trick or misunderstanding- that was deliberate.”

“It was.” You confirmed, standing on your feet now that your legs had stopped shaking. He looked to you again. More hurt. “But there’s more to it. I promise you, I-I just can’t…I can’t explain. So…please, trust me.”

You grabbed your knapsack from the foot of the cot. You slung it over your shoulder, brushing past your husband.

“I’m not going to force you to be here with me. I’ve got things I need to do. So please, just…don’t fall apart just yet. Don’t quit on me.”

It was all Virion could do to let you leave.

The moment he was alone, in the silence of his broken home, that he sank to the ground. He was a mess.

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The days that followed were uncomfortable and strange for Virion.

It was clear he was off, but if someone asked what was wrong he wouldn’t answer. He found out that you disappeared the next morning. You left a letter to Chrom telling him you would be back soon.

The prince sent out a search party for you when you didn’t return the next day. Two nights in a row, Virion was alone.

On the third day, Chrom called for Virion’s audience. He was in the council tent, and he had a man bound in a chair, covered in bruises.

The man you kissed.

The man Virion immediately punched.

“Hold on a second, don’t do that!” Chrom grabbed Virion’s arm.

“I appreciate you doing this for me, but I’m perfectly capable of beating this man down, myself.” He growled, trying to push past to get another hit in.

“I didn’t do this. Neither did Frederick.” The lieutenant, who intended to hold Virion back, stepped forward.

“This man is involved in a plot to undermine the Ylissean Army. He was going to use you to do so.”

“Me?” Virion’s brow furrowed.

“Robin found evidence this man was planning a coup. He blackmailed her with ‘evidence’ that you were working with the Valmese. Your background from Rosanne left weakness in your credibility. In order to protect you, Robin started this investigation.”

He was floored.

The Archest of Archers didn’t know what to think. His head was swimming, his heart was pounding, and it was all he could do to stare at Chrom. The prince gave Virion a letter that was covered in your handwriting.

His fingers quivered with every word he read.

“There is a small squadron of men who are working against the army. A Myrmidon from the 16th platoon has organized a team of soldiers, all tied to Valm in some way. I’ve discovered a hidden base of operations; a fort 11 miles west of our campsite. I will be back within a fortnite, this matter put to rest.”

“Eleven miles west…?” Virion’s brow furrowed, looking to Chrom. “S-she has gone alone? Is she engaging with these men??”

“Considering she sent this one back to us in this state…I wouldn’t doubt it.” Chrom gestured to the man Virion was contemplating punching again.

“When will she return?”

“We don’t know. Miriel is working with Tharja to pinpoint her exact location, and Cordelia is scouting the west for the fort. As soon as we get everything we need, we’re going after her. We wanted to know if you would join us.”

“Yes.”

Virion’s heart was soaring. Surging.

“Very well. We’ll send for you as soon as we’re ready to leave. Until then, we have a few more questions for this man.”

It was Chrom who eventually had to push him out of the tent to keep him from “assisting” with the interrogation. As soon as he was out, though, he was rushing back to his tent. Your tent. Your home.

He had never readied for battle so quickly. The ring on his hand burned as his blood did. He paced the tent, back and forth, ready to leave immediately.

He needed to bring you home.

He needed to apologize. Tell you he loved you. That he was so unbelievably lucky to have someone willing to risk everything, even his trust, to protect him. You did that for him.

His resolve to marry you all over again quickly dissipated when Miriel came to his tent, breathlessly informing him you returned.

You were in the infirmary.

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It was mere hours after Virion had started pacing in his tent that you had come back. He sprinted across camp.

He raced past Chrom and Frederick, who had made it to the healing tent just before he did, but he wasn’t letting anyone get to you first..

“Whoa-” Chrom didn’t even realize the blue blur was Virion until Frederick put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him short of following.

“We should give them some time. He was clearly worried.” Frederick suggested. Chrom couldn’t agree more. Especially after Libra stepped out with a blush on his cheeks.

Best to give them some time.

Virion burst into the tent without hesitation. He found you, sitting up in your cot, plasters and bandages wrapped around various parts of your body.

Yet you looked calm, unmoved by the pain stinging your skin.

“Robin,” Virion gasped. You snapped up to look at him, finding the man crossing the tent to your bedside.

“Virion…I-!” He engulfed you in his embrace before you could even apologize. He fell onto the cot, hugging you tightly, burying his face in your hair.

“Mon amour.”

Oh.

“Mon coeur, ma femme, mon Robin parfait et bien-aimé…” He squeezed you closer, his voice trembling when he felt the tears wet his tunic. “I am so very sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” You sounded almost jovial. It was enough to make Virion pull back to look at you, finding the tears in your eyes enough to make his spill over.

“Because I did not listen to my heart.” He grimaced, wiping at the tears that slipped down your cheeks. “I knew…I knew that you would never betray me. I trust you with my life, yet I…I should not have said any of those terrible things to you. I must have hurt you so much.”

“Virion, you watched me kiss another man.” You reminded him (somewhat bitterly). “You had every right to say those things.”

“Not to you.” He cupped your cheek, his expression twisted with regret. “Not to the woman who risked everything to protect a foolish man like me.”

“You’re not foolish.” You whispered, pressing into his palm. “You’re intelligent, and strong, and kind, and you’re the man I love. Don’t ever question that.”

“Never.” He kissed you, deeply, his hand sliding from your cheek to your neck, pulling you into him as much as he could.

This was what he wanted. Holding his wife as close as possible, lips parting only long enough to draw a breath before kissing you senseless again.

He wished to erase the bitter taste of that man’s lips. The disgusting ploy to undermine his trust in you, to destroy his marriage so Virion himself would be an easier target…

The two of you lost track of time, then, hugging each other and comforting one another for all you were worth.

You later learned the Myrmidon in question wasn’t just trying to undermine the army. He had a personal vendetta. A man from Rosanne, seeking revenge for allegedly destroying his home with his lack of leadership.

You didn’t believe a word of it; you knew there were problems in Virion’s past, but never would he actively destroy another man. He wasn’t capable of it, let alone so that a man would try to end his marriage and his army.

It only confirmed the truth you already decided upon. You were returning to Rosanne with him, to help repair the land that had fallen apart in his absence. No matter how hostile or poor the state of affairs, you weren’t leaving his side.

It just confirmed for Virion you were absolutely the one he needed.

You lost count of the kisses he drowned you in, the night you returned to your tent. He made it clear that you were trusted, loved, and he would never question that ever again. Though to be on the safe side, you promised you wouldn’t kiss anyone else, no matter how dire the circumstances.

He promised in return to give you plenty of kisses so you’d get your fill. As if you could ever possibly get enough.

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