Title: The Troubles We Lead
Characters: Cast between Awakening and Fates
Rating: Teen to Mature
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone/anything from the forum Fire Emblem. Nintendo and Intelligent system owns Fire Emblem and its characters. There is no copyright infringement intended. I do not make any profit/money or take any credit.
Summary: It's hardly their fault they kept leading the way into trouble.
Timeline: Alternates between Awakening and Fates with some crossovers
Warning: Sexual Themes, Violence, Divergence from Canon (Sometimes), Incest (Majority between Owain/Lucina)
Author's Notes: All pairings will be in the Pairing Section/Title of each chapter for easier reading. So this way you will not accidentally read a pairing you do not like (or have a Kink you do not like)
All Chapters will be betaed by me with the best I can. (Mostly because I don't have a beta for Fire Emblem)
Title: Sharing his Bed
Pairings: Chrom/Robin, Sumia/Frederick, Lissa/Stahl (With hints of Lucina/Owain, Morgan/Cynthia)
Rating: Teen
Summary: He wonders if he would ever get back his bed
Timeline: Awakening (Before and After Kids)
Warnings: Brief (Very Brief) Hints of Incest
Author's Notes: Robin/Sumia and Lissa are my top team and thus there should have been supports between Sumia/Lissa (And so should have Stahl/Chrom – especially if you paired up Lissa/Stahl)
Sharing His Bed
Chrom sighed, standing in the doorway of his tent, and crossed his arms as he took in the sight with amusement.
He wonders if he will ever get back his bed.
Not that he was really put out by the scene. If anything; it gladdened his heart to see the three important women in his life finally sleeping after the hardships.
Gods knows it had only taken him an age to convince Robin to sleep instead of burning the midnight candles.
He knew of Lissa's nightmares – she could never hide anything from him – and it had worried him to see his baby sister with the constant fear and worry pinching her forehead.
He was pleased to see Sumia was getting along with Robin and Lissa. He felt a kinship with the clumsy woman, being clumsy himself, and finding it difficult to make friends.
He had watched the three of them become close in their travels, forming a bond that went deeper than anything he had ever seen before. It had amused him when Lissa and Robin joined Sumia in the Pegasus class yet it had been so right, so fitting.
Robin in her dark purple armour, Lissa in her light blue armour (forgoing her signature colour of yellow), and Sumia in her pink armour.
They had been a sight to see, swooping in the air during practice, laughing and dancing. It had opened up a new world of tactics for Robin, eagerly assigning the girls different missions and partners to help clear the battles.
However, that friendship expanded into his tent – his tent – by gods, he still did not understand why the women insisted on his tent, and by extension his bed.
Shaking himself out of his memories, he refocused his gaze on the women before him and sighed once more.
Robin was in the middle, lying on her back with her dark brown hair free from her clips and spread out over his pillow – that would explain why it always smelt so much of her – her coat (she never could quite let go of the robe) discarded over the back of the chair, leaving her in her simple white fitted top and breeches, her boots long removed at the mouth of the tent.
He made a mental note to put them away before someone – namely him or Sumia – tripped over them and gave Frederick a heart attack.
Lissa was sleeping on Robin's left side, her blonde hair freed from its ponytail and cascading haphazardly around the woman's face. She was snuggled into Robin's side, an arm slung over the dark haired woman's stomach and her head resting on Robin's shoulder.
The worry and stress had left her face, leaving her looking young and happy – a sight he had sorely missed.
Sumia was on Robin's other side, lower than the woman so she could rest her head on Robin's chest, her arms hugging the woman's waist, her own hair nearly blocking her face from Chrom's view.
He had to smile, he could not stop the swell of happiness and hope rising inside of him at the sight then he chuckled lowly to himself, shaking his head.
Robin had clasped Lissa's hand in hers, her other hand buried in Sumia's hair, being the protector and comforter she always was.
How lucky for him to have fallen for such a woman. This is not what he had expected when he came across Robin in the middle of the field and gave her his hand but he was glad that he had taken the risk; that he had listened to his heart and allowed this woman into their group.
Lissa and Sumia had fared better off for that. He was a slowly becoming a better man because of her.
Robin would protest if she could read his thoughts, claim she was becoming a better person because of them.
Chrom sighed, tilting his head as he looked at his bed and wondered once more, just where was he going to sleep?
"Milord?"
Chrom turned to see Frederick standing behind him, looking at him with curiosity on his face. Chrom had to smile.
"I fear my bed has been taken over, Frederick." The bewildered look on the other man's face was priceless as Chrom stood to the side, allowing Frederick to peer in.
The confusion gave way to curiosity then understanding dawned on him before a small warm smile pulled at his lips.
"I gather they decided your best was the place to fight nightmares," Frederick remarked. Chrom rolled his eyes.
"Very well and good for them, but where exactly am I supposed to sleep?" He jested with an amused grin. Frederick chuckled.
"I could bring the cots from the mess to your tent, if you wish Milord."
"No thank you," Chrom grimaced. Those things were not the most comfortable things to sleep on; he rubbed the back of his neck as the phantom pain shot through it.
"I had wondered where Sumia had disappeared to. I had worried that she may have hurt herself."
Chrom just smile wryly to himself, he had not missed the look his Knight had been giving the Sumia, or the way Sumia had been looking at Frederick when he was not looking.
Robin had sighed wistfully when she saw this, making him look at her before looking at them before he rolled his eyes when she looked at him, catching his movement out of the corner of his eyes and covered her smile with her hand, her eyes glittering.
Movement from behind them caught Chrom's attention and he turned to see Stahl wandering around the camp, searching for someone when he turned his head in their direction and gave them a smile.
"Have you two seen Lissa?" Stahl made his way over them, nodding in greeting, "I fixed her lance for her."
"I fear she has taken over Milord's bed," Frederick jumped in before Chrom could say anything. Stahl merely arched an eyebrow at Chrom, who nudged his head in the direction and Stahl leaned over to look in.
His eyes widened at first before they softened…and by the gods, the man cared for his sister.
He did not know how he never noticed it, especially with Maribelle complaining how close the two of them were getting, muttering as she wrung her hands around the shaft of her umbrella.
"Let us hope her nightmares leave her tonight then," Stahl straightened up, the soft smile still playing on his lips.
Chrom looked between the two knights and had to smile. Never in his life did he think he would see Frederick, one of his closest companions, let his guard down long enough to fall in love.
And to know that there was someone who loved and adored his sister sent warmth radiating through him.
Emmeryn would be pleased and happy to know her siblings had found happiness and love. It had been one of the things she had worried about when it came to them, even foregoing her own happiness to help them find theirs.
Pain shot through him at the thought of his older sister, he hoped he will be able to stop this war from going any further, to spare her any more stress and worry.
"Would you like us to move them?" Stahl asked.
Chrom came out of his thoughts to see the two men watching him expectantly before he turned to look at the scene.
Lissa snuggled her face in deeper causing a faint smile to pull at Robin's lips while Sumia's muttered, shifting in her sleep then he shook his head.
"No, let them sleep. They have each other, and if they feel my bed is the best place to be rid of nightmares, let us leave them."
"Very well, Milord," Frederick gave him the nod whenever he approved of an action Chrom had made before an amused smile crossed his lips, "That does not offer a solution to your lack of bedding."
"I'll find somewhere to sleep, Frederick, don't worry." Chrom smiled before he looked back at the trio.
They were worth finding the solution.
~_By the Gods_~
By the gods, the children took after their mothers more than Chrom had thought in the first place – and he had a pretty good idea where Lucina got her sassy nature from.
Now, he was convinced he was forever damned not to get his bed back.
He laughed softly, crossing his arms as he looked at the scene, warmth filling his heart and he wished he could capture the scene before him, freezing it in time just to have that moment of peacefulness.
Owain was currently on his back, mouth open and his shock of dark hair was messy. Lucina was curled up into his side, resting her head on his shoulder with one arm over his stomach.
Cynthia was on Owain's other side, her head resting on the other pillow and Morgan was curled up behind her, his face buried into the back of Cynthia's neck, his arm over her waist and his hand interlocked with his sister's.
So, he guessed he was going to be digging out the cots from the mess. He grimaced as he rubbed the back of his neck, the damnable phantom pain shooting through him once more.
He hated those damn cots.
"Chrom?" He straightened at the sound of his wife's voice, turning his head to see Robin tilting her head curiously at her husband.
She was no longer a Pegasus knight (she took a brief stint in being a Dark Flier to boost her magic), she was now a Grandmaster. His sister had followed suit, well – followed their late sister's footsteps and became a Sage, a master of magic and healing.
Sumia had stayed with the Pegasus, unable to give up one of her best friend and became a Dark Flier.
He finds it funny that the three women followed in similar paths despite starting out differently.
"Chrom," her hand on his arm brought him out of his thoughts and he looked down in worried brown ones, the ones their son inherited and gave her a soft smile as he reached up, brushing back her dark hair from her face.
"Our children follow their mothers."
He laughed as her eyebrows shot up before furrowing and he turned his head, his wife following suit before he heard the sharp intake of a gasp before a soft giggle escaped her.
"Oh dear," she shook her head, stepping in closer to her husband. Chrom shifted his arm so it was now wrapped around her waist, holding her close.
"This is a very familiar sight, one that I found myself stumbling upon a few times."
"What can I say, your bed is very comfortable," Robin gently teased him, reaching up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
Never the one to let it go, he swiftly turned his head, capturing her lips in his and revelling in the surprised gasp before she smiled.
One of her hands came up to cup his neck, her other hand resting on his chest over his heart – which belonged to her – and deepened the kiss.
He would never get enough of kissing his wife. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close to him.
She hummed and he grinned, making her smile in response. He pecked her lips, making her giggle and her hand slid up from his neck and into his hair, making him shiver.
To retaliate, he ran his hands up her back and she shivered, moving in further.
Owain mumbling brought the two of them back. They separated; he rested his forehead against hers as she breathed deeply before they turned to see the children shifting.
Lucina shifted, allowing Owain's arm to adjust then wrap itself around her waist. She turned her face inward so it was now settled in the crook of Owain's neck.
Morgan shifted his arm so it was wrapped more securely around Cynthia, who had shifted in Morgan's arms, now facing him and burying her face into his chest.
It had brought bittersweet tears to his eyes as he watched them, knowing the pain they had endured, knowing they only had each other in the future yet they had been separated when they came back, desperate to change their fates.
Robin leaned into him and he heard her sniffle, holding back her tears. He gently squeezed her waist in understanding and comfort.
It had been a long few years. They had managed to have brief peace for two years after the loss of his sister, his heart stung at her memory, and ending the war between the two countries.
They had even managed to have children, although Morgan was the only one they had not conceived yet.
With that in mind, he eyed his wife's stomach for a brief moment and her movement caught his eye, making him look up at her.
"Morgan says he is four years younger than Lucina."
He blushed and she rolled her eyes with amusement before she looked at the scene once more. "They look peaceful."
"It's nice to see them like this, isn't it?" he asked as he also turned his gaze. "They always look so…drained, lost even."
"What a future we have left for them," she murmured and he nodded sadly, remembering how he apologised to Lucina for leaving her only his sword and a world of trouble.
Their children deserved better and they damn well were going to make sure of it this time round.
They stood in silence for a moment, taking comfort and strength from each other when the sound of footsteps broke the silence.
"Oh, Captain!" They turned to see Sumia running toward him only for Chrom to wince and Robin to gasp, pulling out of her husband's embrace, as Sumia tripped and went flying toward the ground.
Thankfully – and unsurprisingly – Frederick appeared out of nowhere, quickly grasping his wife around her waist and pulling her back to her feet, saving her the fall.
"Oh," Sumia laughed gently as she was righted, sending a bright smile to her husband, who merely sighed in fondness, "Thank you, darling."
"Anytime," Frederick assured her, sending Chrom a knowing look, Chrom cleared his throat to disguise his laughter, shaking his head.
"Sumia, are you alright?" Robin had reached her friend, gently grasping her hands. Sumia nodded, giving Robin a bright smile before she quickly frowned and shook her head, and dizzying Chrom at the speed she could change emotions.
"Cynthia had disappeared, we were supposed to have been sparring together – she wanted to learn how to use her lance better – and then we were supposed to be brushing and cleaning our Pegasi, then I was going to teach her how to bake pies-"
"I believe Sumia is asking if you have seen our wayward daughter," Frederick cut in as they reached Chrom, who was still staring at Sumia bewildered – did she even stop to breathe in that sentence?
"Lucky for you, we have," Chrom finally started, giving Robin an amused smile, shaking her head, a smile playing on her lips.
"And unfortunately for Chrom, we have."
Chrom merely rolled his eyes at his wife while Sumia and Frederick exchanged curious looks before they peered into the tent.
They were silent for a moment before Sumia muffled her squeak, her hands clasping and resting under her chin while Frederick merely sighed, shaking his head.
"I believe we should have thought of this in the first place when we discovered Cynthia missing."
"Oi!" Chrom protested, getting a grin from Frederick.
"I can only speak of the evidence before me, Milord."
Being married to Sumia had certainly loosened the man up as Chrom smiled, pleased for the banter. It was nice to have some levity in these dark times, and it helped them to take their minds off their babies that were back home, safe.
"What are you doing?" Lissa's voice startled them and they turned to see her standing behind them with Stahl next to her.
"Watching our children take over Chrom's bed," Sumia said with a smile. Lissa frowned before she stepped forward, Sumia and Robin making a space for her and she smiled when she saw the scene.
"Aww, that is adorable," Lissa said.
"Well, it looks like I owe you a debt," Stahl said to Chrom with a grin. "Our kids do take after their mothers."
Chrom laughed as Lissa spun on her husband, planting her hands on her hips as she narrowed her green eyes.
"Just what is that supposed to mean?" she asked. Stahl merely arched an eyebrow down at his wife.
"That our kids are following their mothers' footsteps in stealing Chrom's bed. As I remember, there had been a few times we encountered the three of you taking over your brother's bed…or do you not remember?"
Lissa's cheeks flushed bright red while Robin covered her face with a hand, shaking her head.
"Chrom's bed was quite comfortable," Sumia interrupted indignantly, "It was hardly our fault we kept falling asleep on it."
"Ah," Stahl held up a finger, "But it was your fault that you kept ending up in his bed."
"Bah!" Lissa threw up her hands and spun around; giving her husband her back while Stahl rolled his eyes, ever amused when it came to his quick witted wife. Even though she had matured in the years they had been together, she was still quick to flare up.
Chrom merely shook his head at his sister, Robin and Sumia sharing an amused look while Frederick just arched an eyebrow.
Stahl wrapped his arms around his wife's waist from behind and she sighed before she relaxed into her husband's embrace and all of them returned to the sleeping children, taking in the sight of their future.
"Wolves…Risens! Risens riding wolves!" Owain exclaimed, stuck in a nightmare when Lucina shifted, brushing her lips over his collarbone and Owain settled, turning his head into Lucina's hair.
Robin merely flushed as she covered her face and Lissa laughed, much to the curious amusement of the others.
They were going to find a way to save the future, to save their children and make sure they all came back alive.
The End