Alright, so if you don't know what a Doujinshi is...well neither do I. Something about amateur manga, but also being more...adult stuff. That's not this, so don't worry. I don't ever plan to write M rated material. Basically, this an idea I had for a Fire Emblem Manga. However, certain problems prevented it from being that. (You could just tell them you suck at drawing...) Any who, here's my first work that's over 2000 words! Chapter 2 will be out whenever, but there will be a chapter 2. I also thought about doing more of these mini stories without Shimei and Ayaka, leave your opinion in the review box along with your words of wisdom for my looking balls. Enjoy!
In the deepest part of the Garrison in Ylisstol, there are chambers that house the Shepherds. In the deepest part of these chambers, resides a room owned by a dark mage. And in the deepest part of that dark mage's heart, lays an unhealthy love for a certain tactician.
Tharja worked on her latest hex. It was the simple stalker story. She would use a love potion. It wasn't the most humane thing, nor did Tharja want to earn Robin's love like that. However, she had approached him several times, each being turned down for different reasons. She was ready to use drastic measures for her chance at true, untrue love.
A bright, pink light engulfed the room. In seconds, it faded back into the magic sigil it originated from. Tharja stared at the vile of magic water, which had altered to a transparent, pink color instead its usual clear form.
Tharja stared at her creation.
"What a disgusting color..." Tharja mumbled. She shook the glass containing the tincture around; and the smiled maniacally. "But if it does its job..." An unsettling cackle followed.
Night changed to day, and with it our story begins.
The shepherds each spent the peaceful days differently. Some were called to help with repair the surrounding towns, others returned to their homes. However, they would all meet up once for a full week every month to train, socialize, or for meetings. This was one such week.
Robin tirelessly fought through the mountain of paperwork before him. Usually, the Exalt would have the pleasure of suffering through the paperwork. Fortunately for Chrom, he had his wife, Sumia, and his tactician, Robin, to help him through it all. Of course, when Sumia gave birth to Lucina, it then became just work for Robin. The tactician didn't mind the paperwork. It was that Chrom was practically rubbing his successful love life in Robin's face that bothered him the most.
Robin wasn't upset at Chrom for finding love, just jealous. He was pinpoint accurate with strategy, knew his way around a spell or two, practiced swordsmanship with the best of the Shepherds, but was a dunce when it came to love.
Robin signed off different bills or request and hastily put them into another pile. However, he wasn't careful, and caused the mountain of work to topple on top of him.
"WAH!" Robin screamed as the papers covered the tactician.
He would have been left to suffocate, if Olivia hadn't rushed in the second afterward.
"Robin! A-are you okay? I-er-I heard screaming." Olivia stated searching for the tactician amongst the scattered files.
Robin shuffled through the papers and managed for his head to reach the surface. He followed his halfway escape with a chuckle.
"No. No. I'm fine! A few paper cuts, but nothing to fret over." Robin explained.
"Paper cuts are not something to laugh about!" Olivia corrected, almost like a mother.
She quickly dug through the papers near Robin and found his shoulders. The dancer then tried to pick Robin up by the shoulders, but he proved to be too heavy. Robin stopped Olivia, and pulled himself out. As he brushed himself off, he heard Olivia yelp in pain. Robin turned and saw her clenching her hand in agony.
"Olivia! What happened?" Robin said rushing over to the dancer.
Olivia released her grip on her palm and revealed a paper cut. She let out a small chuckle.
"S-see...not that funny..." she said jokingly.
"Olivia, don't joke about that! Here, I have a bandage in the drawer." Robin stated in a concerned tone.
He quickly searched through the different drawers, until he found the bandage in question. He then pulled Olivia's arm over to him and placed in on her palm where the cut was.
"There, better?" Robin asked.
Olivia and Robin both stared at Olivia's hand and Robin's which was holding it. Olivia's face almost turned entirely red.
"Y-y-yeah thanks..." Olivia stuttered. She looked like she was going to faint.
"Are you sure? Now, you look a little faint. Do you want me to take you to Maribelle or Lissa?" Robin asked with an unsure look.
"N-no, I'm fine. Um, er, thank you...for the bandage." Olivia mumbled.
"You're welcome. Just be a bit more careful next time, you had me nearly worried to death." Robin replied.
Olivia reached a new shade of red for her.
Worried?! He was w-worried about ME?! She thought as she began to shake.
Maybe I should tell him...yes, you can do it. Just tell him you like him! Her thoughts yelled with the confidence she wouldn't match.
"H-hey, Robin? Since we're here, there's something I...I want to say." Olivia said struggling not to slip on her on words.
"Oh, can it wait? I really need to file the rest of this mess." Robin stated rejecting her conversation.
"Well...uh-er- I..." Olivia stuttered with a loss of words.
The inner Olivia was pouting at how difficult he was being. She then got an idea in her head.
If I kiss him, I'll get his attention and my feelings out in one go!
K-kiss!? No, that's way to direct!
So? Sometimes you have to be direct!
Well...what if he doesn't like me back? Then it'll just be awkward...
Olivia's inner argument continued on for a while, until Robin snapped her back into reality.
"Olivia? You were saying something?" Robin asked snapping his fingers at a dazed Olivia.
Just do it. Just do it. Just do it. Just do it. Just do it. Just do it. Olivia's mind continued to chant.
"Y-yes, well...could you...close your eyes?" Olivia asked nervously, her deep blush still present.
Robin stared at her with a furrowed brow for a second. He decided that whatever she was planning couldn't be that bad, and played along.
"Like this?" he asked closing his eyes and putting his hands over the eyelids.
"Perfect!" Olivia cheered.
She leaned near his face. She could hear his breathing alter a bit. She tensed up, but went forward with the kiss. Olivia puckered her lips, and leaned forward.
Closer...just a little closer... she thought. She couldn't believe it. She was only a few seconds from kissing Robin.
"Robin! Hey, are you in here?" Sumia said quickly opening the door as she had never heard of knocking.
Robin quickly stood up straight and restored his vision. His sudden change caught Olivia off guard, causing her to fall to the ground.
"Oh, Sumia. Yes, I'm here...huh, Olivia? Why are you on the ground?" Robin asked offering his hand to Olivia.
The bright red dancer quickly felt the aftershock and embarrassment of almost kissing someone, and quickly dashed out of the room past Sumia without a word. Sumia and Robin merely stared in awe.
"W-was it something I said?" Robin asked Sumia in confusion. Sumia merely returned his question with a shrug of her shoulders.
Sumia looked around at the mess of the room, remembered Olivia's blushing face, and immediately let her romantic brain go to work.
"So what were you two doing in here?" She asked with smirk and a sly tone.
"Nothing." Robin stated stoically, "I was doing work when the papers collapsed on me. Olivia came in and helped me out."
Though she was hearing Robin's words clearly, her mind processed a different story.
"Olivia? What is it?"
"R-Robin...I-I love you! I always had, but never had the courage..."
Robin romantically swiped Olivia off her feet. The two gazed lovingly into the others eyes.
"R-Robin?"
"I love you as well Olivia, will you marry me?"
"B-But this is so sudden!...Oh, who cares! Yes, Robin yes I will!"
The closed their eyes and shared a kiss. The kiss became more heated and then...and then...
"SUMIA!" Robin yelled snapping Sumia out of her fantasy.
"Oh, yes! Sorry, I got a little off topic there..." Sumia said apologetically.
Robin looked at her with annoyed look. "Right, 'a little'...Anyway, what did you need?"
"Chrom wants you to check on the preparations for the party. He figured you wanted a break from the paperwork..." Sumia said mentally biting her tongue on the latter part. She knew she hit a nerve.
"Right..." Robin replied with an irritated look. He sighed and lost his anger. He knew raising a child must be a hassle as well. Plus, he couldn't stay mad at Sumia. She was probably one of his closer friends, and head of their two person book club.
"Okay so where do I need to go?" Robin asked.
Sumia quickly pulled out a clipboard with sheets of paper attached to it. She then began to read a few of the jobs on the list.
"Stahl and Nowi are baking the snacks, so check to make sure they are edible. Then, help Cordelia and the others with the decorations in the mess hall. Afterwards, Chrom and Lissa want to meet you in the throne room for your prese- I mean- for something important!" Sumia said correcting herself on the latter part.
"Pres-what? Presentation?" Robin mumbled to himself.
"Well, here you go...bye!" Sumia said handing Robin the clipboard and dashing out the room.
However, as Sumia ran, she quickly lost balance and fell on her face. She picked herself up and continued to leave, this time walking. Robin ignored her usual mannerisms and looked through his checklist. He turned to the pile of papers behind him.
"Definitely better than paperwork..." Robin mumbled exiting his chambers.
He didn't even notice Olivia who was crouched over against the wall next to his door when he left. Much to her relief, she had been much more daring than usual and needed to catch her breath.
Robin walked through the many halls of the Garrison. He decided to get some fresh air before checking the preparations for the party. When he finally made it outside, he took a large whiff of the air around him. If freedom had a smell, it would smell like mountains and mossy-oak. While enjoying the atmosphere around him, Robin met up with his friend Gaius. The candy-obsessed thief was gobbling mini-chocolates he had received from a fan, made obvious by the "Please Marry Me!" post-it on the box, and making his way into the Garrison.
"More fan-mail?" Robin asked rhetorically to the thief.
Gaius merely nodded and swallowed more chocolate.
"Well, I need to go check on the preparations for the party in a bit. Want to tag along?" Robin offered.
Gaius merely shook his head and swallowed more chocolate.
Robin decided to bait Gaius into accompanying him.
"~ You Know ~...I heard Stahl's baking some sweets for the snack table. If a certain someone was to come along as an assistant advisor, he or she might be able to get a free sample..." Robin hinted with a sly smile.
Gaius' ears perked at Robin's words. He immediately took the clipboard from Robin.
"So we're going where?" Gaius asked.
Robin slapped his friend on the back.
"~ Glad to have you along, old pal! ~" He said merrily.
As the two made their way to the Mess Hall, a dark figure watched from a far. She gave an evil smile, and took an opposite route to the Mess Hall. When she arrived, she hid the kitchen area, her ash-black hair and circlet barely visible over the serving window.
"It's perfect..." She mumbled to herself as she stared at the potion she had concocted. "When Robin enters, I'll get him something to drink, and add the potion at the last second..."
Her twisted ramblings were interrupted by Stahl walking up behind her.
"Oh, hey Tharja!" Stahl greeted with his usual plucky demeanor.
Tharja's heart nearly shot up her throat. She jumped back and turned to the green cavalier.
"S-Stahl! Don't do that again!" Tharja shot back angrily.
Tharja's outburst caused Stahl to jump back as well. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."
"Well, you did." Tharja replied coldly to Stahl's apology, "So, what do you want?"
"Actually...I was wondering what you were doing here?
Tharja immediately froze in her tracks. She couldn't just tell Stahl she was going to hex Robin into falling in love with her. She needed an excuse to escape.
"I-I was just...scouting...the floor...yeah." Tharja replied nervously. Her out of character response was sure to be a dead giveaway.
"The floor?" Stahl asked making sure he heard Tharja correctly.
"Y-yes! Everything seems clear so...bye!" Tharja exclaimed before dashing out of the kitchen.
Stahl merely stared for a second. He knew Tharja was odd, so what happened didn't bug him. That is to say Stahl ever had a low opinion of anyone. He was generally a fun, easy going guy.
"Okay, see you later!" Stahl yelled hoping Tharja would hear.
"Heya, Stahl, what're you doing?" A voice called from behind Stahl.
The cavalier turned to see Nowi, who was wearing a chef's hat and apron. More noticeable was the smoke emitting from whatever she was cooking.
"Get back here now! I need that sweet tincture before the batch goes stale!" Nowi ordered.
Stahl quickly looked for a vile of tincture. He then noticed a vile on the counter where Tharja was. He smiled.
"I bet Tharja was bringing this to help out. I guess sometimes sweet and sour can mix." Stahl complimented grabbing the potion.
"Here you go Nowi!" Stahl yelled racing back over to the manakete.
Meanwhile, Tharja had dashed back to her chamber. The dark mage plopped onto her bed and grumbled menacingly.
"That idiot! Now I have to find another way to get Robin...Oh well, I have all the time in the world and...wait...where's the love potion?!"
Tharja looked at the vile in her hands, but it wasn't her love formula. It was a regular bottle of tincture for sweetening foods.
"This might be a problem..." Tharja mumbled locking her door.
