Dream Catcher


Robin isn't the first person you'd want to share a bed with, but Anna had gotten used to it.

Sure, he snored. He shifted in his sleep. He mindlessly spoke. But Anna didn't mind. Rather, she enjoyed it. His odd sleeping habits were one of her guilty pleasures.

At first, Anna was constantly pushing her husband back to his side, or gently nudging him with her elbow when he squirmed. Whenever he spoke up, she would cover her ears with her pillow and wait for him to quiet down. But she had gotten used to it rather quickly.

She kept a small notebook on her nightstand in case she felt the need to write something down that Robin muttered. Carefully written and archived within the worn pages of the book were some of her favorite quotes. They ranged from generic gibberish to a reoccurring dream about Risen and wolves. That one was her favorite.

He was an extremely heavy sleeper, too. Not much could rouse him from his sleep. Morgan had tried to jump on him with full might, but try as she could, nothing coud wake him. It seemed that Anna had magic powers. One hug and Robin was wide awake.

Anna can remember Robin's dreams better than he can. He would slash out as if wielding a sword, or begin to shout. Anna made sure his Arcthunder tomes were nowhere near their bed in case he decided to cast a spell in the middle of the night.

When he woke in the morning, Robin would look to his wife, expecting a recap of his dreams from the previous night. Morgan would join he and Anna as she retold her tale, embellishing the dream as if it were a fairy tale. She always left Morgan laughing and Robin sighing, shaking his head in embarrassment, a small blush tinging his cheeks.

Robin rarely had nightmares after his return. But before, they flooded his mind, often leading Anna to wake him up. He would toss and turn endlessly, shouting "No!" and grabbing at the sheets with a bead of sweat running down his forehead. Every time, his explanation was one word: Grima. It was good fortune that Anna was a light sleeper; she could hear her husband's discomfort and promptly wake him.

But since his return to Ylisse, he had been calm. No nightmares, not even a hint of a bad dream. Even the wolf-riding Risen had disappeared from Robin's dreams. He slept like a baby, periodically mumbling comical scenarios. Anna's most recent entry in her journal was a favorite among the Shepherds: "Gaius, don't eat that lollipop! Stahl dropped it in the stables!"

During the war, Anna's nightly ritual was to invite the Shepherds in to listen to Robin. Chrom, Lissa, Vaike, even Frederick would gather around to hear their tactician's ramblings. Heroic and skilled during the day, but by night he offered a better show than Olivia's performances. Both would leave the spectator asking for an encore, but only Robin would give his audience a warm smile and hysteric laughter in the process.

However annoying, Anna dealt with Robin's snoring. And mumbling. And fidgeting. At the end of the day, she would slide underneath the blankets, wrap her arms around her husband, and plant a soft hiss to his lips. And as she drifted to sleep, she would always hear Robin's voice.

"I love you…"


A short one-shot. Hope you liked it! I really like Robin X Anna, its a terribly underrated pairing. If you feel like it, drop a review.