Notes: So I never write anything because I don't have any idea what I want to write but waiting for Fire Emblem: Fates has made me revisit my obsession with Fire Emblem: Awakening, so at 3 in the morning a few nights ago an idea came to my head and the result is this fic. I had a specific idea in mind but when I started writing this came out instead, so I hope you enjoy it. I plan on adding more chapters but we'll see. Thank you for reading.
Chapter 1: The Early Morning
When Chrom wakes to the sound of birds chirping, leaves rustling as a cool breeze sweeps across the camp along with the warm glow of the sun rising and the feel of a warm body next to his, he thinks that life couldn't be more perfect. He lies on the cot for a few quiet moments, savoring the feeling that time itself has frozen and this perfect, singular instance is forever ingrained in his memory.
The moment is broken when the body next to him moves and rolls over, snuggling closer to him. Chrom doesn't move and relishes what he is going to see; he turns his head slightly, careful to avoid disturbing the woman who has her head on his arm and one of her own slung haphazardly across his chest to see Robin's trademark white hair disheveled and unkempt.
Yet, despite this, Chrom smiles to himself because Robin is beautiful. She was beautiful when he first found her on the field in the middle of the day with Lissa by his side and Frederick not far behind, she was beautiful when she fought on the battlefield, a deadly combination of swordplay and magic, with her white hair billowing against the wind and blood splattered on her coat, her expression fierce as her eyes constantly scanned the battlefield, watching their comrades with a protective gleam in her eyes, and she was beautiful with tears streaking her face as she gently wiped away his, caressing his cheek with the uttermost care, as though a stray move would break him, as if Emmeryn's death hadn't already.
Chrom snaps back to reality when he realizes that Robin has woken and is currently sitting up, the blankets that used to cover them were now pooling around their hips, just barely covering enough. She attempts to rub the sleep from her eyes but gives up and just lets her hands fall onto her lap. Chrom's eyes trail them and stop at the ring that rests on her finger.
Without even realizing it, he reaches out a hand and gently places it over hers, thumb rubbing the ring and when he looks up he finds that Robin is already staring at him. They stay that way for what seems like forever, but is probably a few seconds at most, before the corner of Robin's lips pull up into a small smile before splitting open into a full on grin.
"What?" Robin laughs softly, eyes still playfully locked onto Chrom's.
"Nothing," Chrom starts to say before he quickly changes his mind and breathes out, "It's just – you're so beautiful."
The effect is immediate; a blush forms on Robin's face and begins to spread.
"I-" Robin starts but her mouth just hangs open, seemingly trying to form words but no sound comes out. The red has reached the beginning of her chest and she runs through her hair with her free hand, flustered.
Chrom laughs and pulls Robin to his chest, wrapping his arms around her. Robin attempts to pull away, trying to look offended but quickly gives up the charade and just buries her head in Chrom's neck, her own arms snaking around his waist.
Chrom closes his eyes to enjoy the moment and hears Robin mumble something but the words are muffled.
"What?" he asks her, pulling away slightly to better hear her.
"I love you."
Chrom stares at her, smile on his face before he quickly whispers, "I love you too," as he leans towards her and pulls her into a heart stopping kiss. He chuckles softly as she returns it with just as much enthusiasm.
Before anything else happens they hear Frederick's voice just outside their tent, "Milord, Robin, training is starting soon."
Just as quickly Frederick briskly walks off; No doubt off to wake the others, Chrom thinks with a smirk. Robin groans and just buries her head to his chest.
"Ugh, Frederick is going to be the death of me one day, I swear."
Chrom hums in agreement, and as much as he wants to hate Frederick at the moment, all he can think about is Robin and how beautiful she is. Robin looks up, expecting him to complain more but instead, is greeted with a content look on Chrom's face. She places her hands on his face and gently guides him into a soft kiss. When they pull apart they're both smiling, like they share a secret only the two of them are aware of.
Chrom understands that the morning will not last forever, and that by midday he's going to be cursing Frederick's name under his breath, but right now, sharing a smile with Robin, he thinks that he couldn't be happier.