Just a fanfic for those characters and ships that we love so much but are overshadowed by Chrom ;3

As the summary says this fanfic is basically a RobinxHarem(Inigo, Gaius, Henry, Lon'qu) with a side couple of LibraxTharja and Reflet(male Robin)xOlivia (do note that these four are older than the characters I mentioned previously cause I thought it would be more fitting if Robin lived in an orphanage).

And if you're wondering about both Robins looks it's their default looks (again, if you're wondering, yes Inigo has white hair because of Reflet's default look).

I'm also curious, can you guess which boy has which title?

Everything was black.

Nothing could be seen, nothing could be heard, but something triggered her eyes to open.

She was standing there, blankly staring at what was happening in front of her: a boy was there, but it looked like his head was scribbled out, as though someone had a marker and scribbled over a picture.

He was sitting on the side of a bed with a purple blanket, staring intently at whoever was laying under those bed sheets.

"... ! It's time to wake up, ... !" he said, shaking the sleeper's arm. Something was wrong. He was saying something but there were soundless spaces between his sentences, as though an old recorder accidentally stopped and skipped over the names.

There was nothing distinct about his voice that she could pick up. Maybe, she just didn't know any adverbs that would describe his voice.

"Five more minutes..." she heard a feminine voice come from the bed. Something was familiar about her voice.

The boy sat there, thinking, then seemed like he got the perfect idea, "... it's past 8:00~"

"HOLY NAGA I'M LATE!" that seemed to make her jolt up, causing their foreheads to collide.

Now that the sleeper was in her sight, she saw familiar white hair and honey-brown colored eyes. Everything about this girl was familiar, yet she couldn't pick out a name.

"OW! You didn't have to do that!" he yelled, holding his forehead that was slowly turning red.

"Tch, you deserved that. Who told you to wake me up with something like that?" she murmured under her breath as she held her red forehead in a similar manner to the boy.

"Yeah, yeah. You should hurry up and get dressed, ...'s making your favorite for breakfast," he sighed, "I should know because I just had some that she might have put some arsenic into."

Once she firmly blinked, she was now blankly staring at the same two children in what seemed to be high school uniforms and the girl's hair had now been tied into pigtails.

"Good morning, ... !" the girl said as she sat down at the dining table.

"M-hm," a woman who's head was scribbled out murmured as she handed the girl a plate of waffles with fresh whipped-cream and blueberry sauce piled on-top of it.

"I see you're still as lovely as usual, ... !" the woman then strangled the boy into a choke-hold in a blink of an eye.

"This is the second time this morning, ... ! You better have not done something to my precious ... !" she threatened as she tightened her hold on the boy.

"U-Uncle...! Uncle! Oh gods UNCLE!" the boy choked out.

The woman then released the boy, making him collapse onto the floor due to momentarily losing oxygen. As though on cue someone entered the kitchen.

"... ! ... that despicable boy touched me and poor ... !" the woman dramatically threw her arms around the person.

Huh, 'dramatically', so she at least knows one adverb.

"H-Hey! She's half-lying!" the boy protested.

"Oh dear, this is quite troublesome," the person sighed with a very feminine-like voice.

"Don't worry, ... , I'll take care of this. You can go wake up the rest of the children," the girl said, rubbing her temples.

"Thank you, ... ," the person sighed yet again, prying the woman off before leaving the room.

"Tsk! I wish he was a bit more protective of me!" the woman murmured under her breath as she bit her thumb.

"Hey, ... ! You called?" three more boys walked into the kitchen, their faces scribbled out just like everyone else except for the familiar girl.

"More like cawlled!" one of the boys laughed, making the other two either sigh or face-palm.

"Yes and thank you," she said as she placed her fork down onto her empty plate. She dragged the boy from before by the ear as the group left.

"Have a nice day!"

She firmly blinked again but nothing was clear anymore. Something went wrong, making her switch between her point of view and the girl's point of view. For one second she was looking at the girl but at another moment she was the girl for what felt like five seconds, although during those five seconds she could pick up more distinct things:

In front of her were soundless colors that were mixed, as though someone was trying to create a specific image with certain colors but rain ended up on the freshly painted canvas. All her eyes could clearly focus on were liquids that were slowly dripping down on her.

One liquid that she could identify were tears, which probably explained the blurry image in front of her, but what was the other liquid that made her hair soaking wet?

Next thing she knew she ran, trying to get as far away as possible from whatever that blurry image was.

Bad idea.

Suddenly she could see and hear clearly after stopping to catch her breath, and what she saw next were blaring lights and vicious honking.

Everything was black again.