1: Unforeseen Romance (Chrom x FMU)

AN: I'm not dead. xP

I've been playing Fire Emblem Awakening for a really long time now. It's really fun, but after playing a while I got a massive feels attack, so I decided to write this...please don't judge me ;_;

Arbitrary Occurrences will be a oneshot set of Fire Emblem Awakening fics. I'll be happy to take requests! :D

(I will use Robin for both FMU and MMU's name. I'll be sure to specify which gender in the chapter title.)

The air was sultry and horribly hot as the sun beat down upon Robin's neck. She raised her hand to rub at her aching back, wincing as her dried skin came into contact with the painful sores on her sides. She remembered the instance in which she had acquired them vividly - Chrom, leaping wildly in front of her, had shielded her from a deadly crossbow attack that would have impaled her upon the tree behind her.

Unfortunately, in addition to acquiring a serious wound, Chrom hadn't absorbed the entirety of the impact and smashed into her side. The lord's armor had held, but Robin's bones certainly hadn't. Chrom was pulled out of battle in order for Lissa to heal him, and Robin had endured for the rest of the battle. Lucina and Inigo had performed admirably with her help, hacking at Risen and swiftly dodging the attacks aimed in their direction.

But the battle had ended yesterday, and two new complaints of Risen invasions had erupted since then. Robin cursed the fact that her monthly bleeding had arrived - Chrom had ordered her to stay at the camp.

Lucina wouldn't care. Lucina would just pull through, thought Robin bitterly. My own daughter is more of a hero than I am. Chrom risked his life for me; why can't I?

She heard the faint sound of hoofbeats on the parched land in the distance. Her heart rose to her throat as she limped toward the approaching party.

"Lissa! Maribelle! Come quick!" she shrieked, alerting the two healers to tend after the wounded. She hurried forward, clutching her abdomen as she felt the painful convulsions inside of her belly. Damned periods...

Chrom was hunched in his seat on his horse, shadows masking his expression as he slowly made his way toward the camp. The rest of the party seemed more lively, but Morgan was clutching a stitch in his side as he hastened along. Lucina galloped forward, taking command of the soldiers and leading them to varying destinations in the camp.

Lucina... Robin thought fondly. She's grown into a fine leader. Tiki was right, she is quite similar to the Hero-Prince.

The party disbanded, uttering groans and more than a few oaths. Lucina quickly herded the horses to the stables behind Robin, raising a hand in greeting as she led each animal to their respective stalls.

"How did the battle go, dear?" asked Robin. "Was it very difficult without me?"

Lucina grimaced. "I wish I could say that it wasn't so... Morgan led most of the troops. Without him, the army would have been destroyed."

"Any serious losses?"

"None, thanks to Morgan. His strategy is improving greatly with your help."

"You can always come to me for help, Lucina."

Lucina smiled a rare smile at her mother, genuine and heartfelt. "Thank you, Mother. I'd love that."

A cry arose from the west side of the camp. "Lucina!"

Robin patted her daughter on the back. "They're calling for you, dear. Congratulations on the battle. We're all very glad to see you back safe and sound."

"Thank you, Mother. I'll be going now!"

Robin waved as Lucina rushed into the camp, hollering at soldiers as she ran past. Her cramps came on again in full strength. Wincing and holding her stomach, Robin turned around and witnessed a rather strange sight.

Chrom limped toward the stables to where Robin was standing, unaffected by the unpleasant odor of horse dung and stale straw. He was slouching - a state rarely seen by any except for Robin - and he didn't seem in a hurry at all.

"...Chrom?" Robin asked tentatively, stepping toward her husband.

Chrom stayed in place, as still as stone.

Robin looked askance at Chrom, who kept his expression hidden underneath his tousled blue hair. His armor was scratched and stained with blood. Although he had no external injuries visible, he stood with an aura of extreme fatigue and exhaustion.

"Chrom...you look awful," said Robin. "You have to get some rest right now... we need our leader for the battles ahead. You're spreading yourself too thin."

"Robin," sighed Chrom, enveloping his wife in a sudden hug. His head rested atop her silken hair, and his arms pressed Robin's petite stature into the entirety of his body.

"Wh-what are you doing?" yelped Robin, flinching as Chrom moved his head onto Robin's shoulder.

"Resting."

"Not here, you idiot! Chrom, you really have to sleep a bit; dinner's going to be served soon and you won't even-"

"Shh."

Robin shut her mouth and gripped Chrom tightly as he nuzzled her neck. She squeaked as his nose brushed against a particularly sensitive part on the curve of her neck. Chrom chuckled and lightly squeezed her in apology. The couple stood in the stables for what seemed like an eternity, before Chrom finally disengaged and took both of Robin's hands in his.

Not saying a word, Chrom raised Robin's hands to his mouth and kissed them solemnly. First the backs of her right hand, then her fingers, then the tips of her fingers. Robin bit her lip as Chrom's chapped lips grazed the sensitive skin of her hands. As he switched to her left hand, she puzzled over the absurdity of his actions - Robin had never known Chrom to be the romantic type. It would have been more likely for Inigo or Virion to do so. She resolved to ask the two whether they had put him up to the task.

As Chrom lowered her hands, Robin dared to meet the gaze of her husband. Chrom's expression was amused when she quickly glanced up and then lowered her gaze, blushing. She looked toward the stalls of the horses, embarrassed. Thankfully, the animals weren't watching - most of them seemed unaware of the exchange of love between the commander and the army's tactician.

Chrom wrapped his arms around Robin again, but gently this time, more lovingly. "Are you feeling better, love?"

Robin smiled against the rough fabric of Chrom's shirt. "Chrom...you've been battling all day. I should be asking you that question."

"Just being with you cheers me up, Robin. I could stay with you forever, doing nothing, and I would still be the happiest man in the realm."

"I certainly hope we could spend days doing nothing...after this damned war ends..." sighed Robin, leaning against the commander's shoulder. She grimaced again as her abdomen started to ache. Her cramps brought on the memories of her old wounds, which throbbed in harmony with the convulsions in her stomach. She brought a hand to her stomach, doubling over. "Agh..."

"R-Robin?! Let's get you to Lissa; she'll do something to help."

"No, it's fine, Chrom. I'll just go back to the tent and lie down a bit. It should be better by tomorrow."

"I'll stay with you."

The two exited the stables and strolled through the camp. Robin tentatively extended her hand to Chrom, who grasped her fingers in order to avoid separation in the mass of soldiers in the camp.

"What a busy place," murmured Robin as she was jostled aside by an unfamiliar elbow.

"We've recruited more soldiers into the Ylissean army, but it seems that it's added more stress to the entire system," sighed Chrom. "More and more responsibilities are piling up on me...it sometimes seems as if I could just crumble apart sometimes."

Robin stopped in front of their tent. "Chrom...you don't have to shoulder all of this responsibility yourself."

Chrom chuckled. "I'm not. Lucina's practically commanding half of the army in my stead. I'm surprised she hasn't dissolved into tears at this point."

"She's a born leader," Robin said proudly. "And you are too. I know the both of you can win this war."

Robin and Chrom stood in silence, gazing into each other's eyes as the army retreated into the mess tents. The golden glow of the setting sun cast rosy streaks across the sky. On the spur of the moment, Robin placed her hands onto Chrom's cheeks and kissed him full on the mouth. Chrom's eyes widened in surprise, then closed as he wrapped his arms around Robin's waist. Painfully aware of the stares that they were attracting, Robin disengaged and bit her lip in embarrassment.

"Go rest now, dear. I'll go to the mess tents and get something for you," Chrom murmured. Robin lifted open the tent flap and entered as Chrom departed toward the mass of soldiers. Robin smiled as she saw Chrom walking with a renewed spring in his step.

"My love," Robin whispered, feeling a fluttering sensation in her stomach instead of the painful throbbing she expected.

Chrom glanced back at the tent, just in time to see Robin closing the tent flap. He walked up to Inigo and sighed, swaying as if drunk off of mead.

"Did it work?" asked the soldier excitedly, slapping the commander on the back.

Chrom closed his eyes and recalled the sensation of Robin's delicate kiss on his lips. He nodded, a smile forming on his lips.

"My love..."

AN: asdfghjkl what is this I don't even. If anybody reads this and actually doesn't hate it, I'll faint from sheer happiness. xP