Me reading a webcomic: hey hey hey. . .What if. .. . Chrobin AU…

And thus this was born lmao

Enjoy!

Rumor has it that witches have lived among humans for thousands of years.

There was a legend that spoke of two worlds: a blue and lively Earth that was inhabited by humans, and a world covered in shadow populated by witches. Though the idea seemed impossible, there was the belief that humans and witches once interacted in peace. A gate was created by the high coven of witches, so that the magicians of the shadowed world could enter the Blue Earth and work with humans.

Many witches took advantage of this, seeing as humans had agreed to trade with their world. The two worlds exchanged things from potions, ingredients for spells, tomes, bodies for familiars, the list went on. Until a member of the high coven discovered a new realm: one inhabited by demons. These demons were summoned by the use of dark magic, once forbidden in the witches world, but demons soon became of use. All that was needed to perform this deed was to submit their beliefs to the God of Destruction, known as Grima. It was at that moment, the bond between humans and witches were broken down completely.

The royal family, blessed by the Goddess Naga, denied witches whom partook in the summoning of demons to enter the human world, while witches who worshipped Grima became power hungry. Soon, the world of witches became divided: those who desired the power to bring demons upon them, and those who feared of such a thing.

Humans no longer traded with witches, and called for the removal of witches who called the Blue Earth their home. As the battle between Grima worshippers and witches grew, humans began to forget the power of witches, and moved on with their society magicless. Years has passed since then, but it is said that witches still inhabit the human world.

Though humans have no longer cared to communicate with witches, it is said that the word of Grima is rising once more, and with it demons are appearing to attack the human world…

For someone who had a minimum waged job and two other broke roommates, a simple two bedroom apartment with a creepy and mostly abandoned hallway didn't seem that bad. Of course, according to Henry, this "wonderful" apartment kept up with the aesthetic of being a witch, so no one had the right to complain.

Robin pulled her hood over her head to cover herself from the gaze of incoming neighbors. As she silently passed them she dug into her hoodies pocket and pulled out the keys to her apartment, allowing her to enter. Once she entered her apartment and locked the door, she immediately let out a large sigh and kicked off her shoes. Throwing her keys into an open drawer near her, she lowered her hood and threw herself onto the couch, ignoring the small gasp of surprise from whoever was sitting on the other end.

"Did you-"

"Get the stuff? Yeah." Robin groaned while covering her eyes with her arm. "This damn stone took me 4 hours to travel there and back, on broom. Why the hell did I even need to go that far?" Henry leaned closer to the white haired witch and smiled (or at least she thought he did. Henry always had the tendency to do that... it was just so unsettling sometimes),

"Well it's not like every witch needs to get rid of Grima from taking over their body. You should feel grateful that there even is a spell for this!" Robin lifted her arm slightly just to glare at him, before sighing dramatically again and rolling onto her stomach. Henry jumped up from his seat and quickly made his way to the dining room table.

"Sooo….Where's the stone?" He asked, leaning half of his body over the table.

Robin dug into her pouch in her back pocket and pulled out a dark rock decorated with neon purple dust and gave out an overall luminous glow. Henry let out (what sounded like) a squeal and snatched the stone from her. As Henry continued to observe the rock in complete awe, Robin pushed herself up to look over to him.

"How many other things do I need?" she asked, drowsiness evident in her voice. Henry shrugged, not breaking his gaze at the stone.

"Ask Tharja! I'd think you were done by now but you might need a thing or two for this. Hopefully you wouldn't have to travel to the other side of the world for the next thing!" Henry's grin grew even wider than it was originally and finally faced her. "She might be in her room, as always. Go on and show this to her!" He said enthusiastically. Robin laid back down and let out a groan again (muffled thanks to the pillow she slammed her face against), before finally pushing herself up off the couch and standing. She stretched her arms out as she walked over to Henry and took the stone from him.

"I'm going to take a long nap after this, I never want to conjure up spells again," She mumbled to herself, staring at the luminous rock. As she slowly made her way down the short hallway leading to Tharja and her's shared room, she heard Henry's signature cackle from behind her.

"Maybe then you could finally do that law job thing-y you were so into a few years back!" He teased. Robin stopped in front of the door to the room and turned to face him, letting out a small smile for the first time since arriving home.

"That doesn't sound too bad…"

Despite living with Tharja for almost seven years, Robin still felt as though she could never get used to what the dark woman had brought every time she entered the oftenly locked room. This time, it was dark as usual, but with a light glow from all the lamps made from the fairies Tharja captured (why she wouldn't get a normal lamp when it was being sold a few blocks away them was beyond the witch, but she stopped asking after the fourth year). There was some smoke from the usual incense Tharja uses, but instead of the burnt smell of leaves coming from it, instead there was a fruity scent to it.

Robin didn't bother to ask.

It took a few steps forward after Robin closed the door behind her for Tharja to notice her. The black mage opened one of her eyes, gave a closed mouth grin, and then straightened her back from sitting hunched over a bottle (it was probably another hex in the making, Robin still remembers the many threats Tharja made after Henry stole a mouse she was going to use for testing from her).

"Robin…" She said, matching her heads movements with every move Robin made. Robin glanced at the bottle Tharja was working on and noticed something that looked like a deer's ear inside, mixed with other liquids.

Once again, she wasn't going to ask.

"I uh…" She started, slowly moving her gaze from the bottle to face Tharja, "Got the stone." Tharja's grin widened, but instead of looking genuinely happy or impressed for the girl, Tharja looked rather knowingly at her.

"How was the trip?" She asked. Robin let out a breath of air and showed her the stone.

"Long," Robin replied. Tharja stared at the rock and raised her eyebrows.

"I'm impressed at your determination for this. You know we could just keep sealing the gate from him. Therefore you wouldn't have to worry about him trying get you to turn." She said, moving the bottle off her bed and onto the small desk next to her. Robin glared at Tharja, already knowing Tharja knew her answer.

"I've already told you. I want to just get rid of this. Validar is going to come out one way or another. The gate is weakening, I might as well just prepare myself rather than stall the inevitable." Tharja sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Whatever." She mumbled. Before Robin could say anything back to the black-haired witch, Tharja reached out her hand expectantly. "Hand me the stone."

Robin dropped the rock on her palm without hesitation and watched as Tharja placed the rock in front of her. Tharja then reached over the same desk she put her bottle on and opened a drawer that was under it. She pulled out a small box that contained everything else Robin collected for the spell, as well as an old fuschia tome. Tharja opened the tome and scanned the page on what to do. Robin raised her eyebrows expectantly.

"Well? Do I have everything?" She asked, almost hopeful. Tharja didn't reply back, putting all her attention to the book, as she slowly pulled out each item from the box and laid it down in front of her. Robin grinned, taking that as a sign that it was all done. Robin walked over to her own private drawer and pulled out a small switchblade, ready to cut her finger to start the spell, but Tharja raised her hand.

"Wait," Tharja hissed. "I'm not done reading." Robin glared at her, about to lash out, but instead held her tongue and watched. Tharja didn't deserve to be yelled at, she was helping her after all. As Robin walked over to Tharja and sat next to her, Tharja closed her eyes, her eyebrows furrowed together and slowly closed the book. Robin faced her, a little confused but already knowing she was missing one more thing.

"What else to do I need?" Robin asked. Tharja laid the book down on her lap and faced the white-haired witch.

"Thankfully, just one more ingredient." She shook her head, packing all the items back in the box. "But you aren't going to like it."

Robin closed her eyes, praying she wouldn't have to travel more than 2 hours for it.

"How far?"

"Its close, here in this city." Tharja said, looking at her almost pitifully. Robin stared back, a little confused at Tharja's expression, but glad at the short distance.

"I'll go get it now," Robin said, a little cautious on what the last item would be, but still got up and pulling her hoodie over her. Tharja then looked away and let out another sigh. "Well? What is it?"

"Its…"

"Listen Blue, I'm telling you. Professor Walmen is definitely a hippie. No one ever wears a headband like that and isn't one."

Chrom gave a fond roll of his eyes as he adjusted one of the straps of his bag on his shoulder. It's been another long day of classes, and all Chrom wanted to do was get home and relax.

"Whether he is or isn't I don't really think that's important." Chrom said while looking ahead of him. Gaius snorted.

"Yeah right. If he is a hippie it's totally affecting his viewpoint of me. You know how hippies are always like…" Gaius paused, his eyebrows furrowing, "hippies are the ones who are all Earth friendly and stuff, right?" He quickly asked. Chrom nodded at that and Gaius snapped his fingers. "Exactly, so that one time he saw me smoking must have put some sort of bias on me."

"Or you just don't study?"

"Hey, watch yourself Blue." Gaius quickly shot him down. Chrom gave him an all-knowing smirk and sighed. Gaius stretched out his arms as he yawned.

"You're tired too?" Chrom asked, and Gaius nodded in response. The two walked in silence and quickly came across a red light, forcing them to wait to cross the street.

"How's the holy lady herself?" Gaius asked. Chrom blinked, before letting out a warm smile.

"Emm is fine, she has a lot of work on her plate though. So she won't be coming to the city any time soon. Lissa is here though, I think I told you that." Chrom said. Gaius nodded.

"Yup," he said nonchalantly, popping the p in the end. "Remind me to stop by and say hi to Princess. She was upset I didn't say anything last time she was here." Chrom raised an eyebrow.

"Since when did you start getting close to my little sister?" He asked, sounding a bit defensive. Gaius raised his two hands in defense.

"Chill out Blue, I'm allowed to talk to your family once in awhile? Last time I checked friends were allowed to do that." Gaius quickly said. "Don't gotta be such a siscon" Chrom glared at him.

"I am not a s-"

"Green light." Gaius quickly took off across the street. Chrom huffed out in annoyance and followed his orange-haired friend. Once he caught up, Chrom kept his eyes directly on Gaius, with an irked expression on his face.

"Just to make things clear, I am not a siscon, I just-"

"Care for you family. I get it." Gaius brushed him off, "you really don't know how to take jokes." Chrom blushed at that, and decided not the respond at all to it. Another silence came throughout the two friends. They turned one more corner before the two came across a black car parked nearby. As soon as the two came into sights of it, the front door opened and out came a large man with deep brown hair. He straightened his back and kept his hands folded behind him. He was staring directly at Chrom, and the blue-haired man sighed.

"Hello Frederick." Chrom groaned.

"Good afternoon, sire." Frederick bowed his head slightly with a warm smile on his face, before looking down at the orange-haired man next to Chrom. "Gaius, pleasure to see you." He said. Gaius rolled his eyes.

"Riiight, as always." He said. Frederick's smile faltered a bit, but he recovered quickly. He then turned back to Chrom.

"Are you ready to retire home, sire?" He asked. Chrom raised an eyebrow.

"Are we driving? We're only a few blocks away." Chrom said, pointing at the car. Frederick nodded.

"One can never be too careful. The city is always crowded and filled with dangerous possibilities." Frederick explained ("I'm looking at one right now," Gaius whispered to Chrom and he had to restrain himself from even cracking a slight smile).

"Alright," Chrom waved a hand dismissively, and walked towards Frederick. As Frederick moved aside to open the door for Chrom to get it, Chrom paused and turned to Gaius.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" He asked. Gaius smirked.

"You know it." He said, and then faced Frederick. "See ya, sire."

This time, Fredericks smile did fall.

Gaius laughed out as Chrom entered the car with a smile on his face. Frederick shut Chrom's door and walked over to the driver's seat. He watched as Gaius turned away from the car and started walking the opposite direction, probably back to his apartment. He didn't notice Frederick started the car until he told him to put on his seat belt. Chrom rolled his eyes, but obeyed. The two drove through the city streets in silence, often stopping because of pedestrians who would jaywalk the roads. After a good 3 minutes of nothing being said between them, Frederick cleared his throat.

"Lady Emmeryn has called this morning while you were in class." He said. At this, Chrom straightened himself and looked at Frederick.

"Is that so? Was it for me?" He asked. Usually Emm knew his schedule, so for her to call when he wasn't available meant it wasn't anything casual. Frederick kept a blank expression while looking at the road.

"She called to check up on everyone. She also apologized for not being able to contact you or milady recently." He explained. Chrom's wide eyed expression softened into slight disappointment and sadness. Lately with the conflicts in Plegia arising, Emm has been back home doing more work than usual. Chrom could only hope she was getting some rest.

"What did you say back?" Chrom asked.

"I kept her updated on how the two of you were doing." Frederick answered simply. "Are you still going to return to her once your exams are done?" Chrom let out a sigh.

"Yeah. It's next month, though." Chrom said. "I can't wait to go home." He mumbled that last part.

"I'm sure you're looking forward to it, sire." Frederick said. With that, the two continued on in silence, until Frederick pulled up in front of an apartment.

As he parked, the only thing in Chrom's mind was how long this month was going to be.

"Its the soul of a member of the royal Exalted family."

I guess the story is beginning aha ha ah a