Time Matters Not

Rated K for Fluff, spoilers and extreme self-indulgence because the author couldn't wait the two and a half years at least it would take for him to reach these scenes in his self-insert fic.

Pairings: Chrom/Sumia, DefaultM!Avatar(Robin)/Lucina, assorted background ships.

Note: The children from this timeline were renamed by their parents to prevent confusion. Only one mentioned here is Lucina into Lucia, but the others will just be using their original Japanese names to differentiate them (Owain = Wood, Inigo = Azure, etc)

Robin was going through yet another pile of paperwork that his position of Grandmaster of the Ylissean forces seemed to dictate when he felt a slight tug at his trouser leg. Looking down, he smiled at the four-year-old girl smiling back at him.

"Robin come play with me?"

Robin shook his head and sighed. "Sorry, Lucia, I'm busy right now. I'm sure Morgan would love to, though."

Lucia stared at him with puppy eyes until Robin groaned and put his pen down. "How did you even get in here, anyway?"
Lucia grinned at him. "Escaped!"
That brought him to a pause. "...how?"
"The little devil waited until I was looking after Celica and climbed out her bed." Sumia respond, turning the corner and glaring at her child. The younger version of Lucina smiled and waved at her.

"Hi mommy!"

Robin rolled his eyes and picked the girl up, giving her to Sumia. "Nice tactics, though." He complemented the girl. "Next time make sure to leave something behind to confuse her."
"Robin!" Sumia mock-gasped. "Don't give her ideas!"

Lucia waved as she was carried out of the room. "Bye Robin!"

Robin waved awkwardly as Lucia and Sumia left the room before returning to his paperwork, thorougly confused. About half an hour and two army cencus forms left, he picked up one pile, deposited it in his fireplace, picked up a tome and threw a fireball at it. He stood there, grinning as the pile burned.

"Did it deserve that?"
Robin turned to face Lucina, still completely content. "They are all duplicates of one form. It doesn't actually reduce the amount of work I have, but it makes me feel so much better."

Lucina shook her head while she leaned against the door. "Of course it does."

Robin poked the fireplace around a bit with his foot, shutting the grill and grabbing his cloak. "Come on, let's see if we can get something to eat." He said happily, pecking Lucina on the cheek. The lord rolled her eyes and followed him, where they fell back into idle conversation. The two found themselves wandering the courtyard, food completely forgotten, which was probably a good thing. Eventually, though, something bumped into Robin's legs, making him look down. Lucia looked up, grinning.
"Hey, princess. Want a lift?" Robin asked with a smile. Lucia threw her arms up and cheered when Robin threw her over his shoulders. Lucina rolled her eyes in exasperation.

"What?" Robin asked, wounded. "You were...are...is...a cute kid."
Lucina gave him a look that clearly read what the hell are you talking about

Robin groaned. "The worst part of all this time travel is trying to get the grammar right."

"Siiis, play with me!" Lucia waved her arms in Lucina's face, trying to grab onto her hair. Lucina batted her hand away lightly.
"I'm sorry, Lucia, I've got work to do. I'll see you later, Robin."
Lucina walked away quickly, leaving the confused Robin standing there with a four-year-old on his shoulders.

"Huh, wonder what all that was about. You got any ideas, Lucia?"

The child shook her head happily. Robin sighed

"How did you get out this time?"

"Not telling." Lucia chirped, playing with his hair. Robin groaned and started looking for Sumia again.

Once Lucia had finally been trapped in her room and actually asleep, Robin found himself doing paperwork yet again. Signing off on yet another troop transfer, he mentally cursed his own daughter for coming up with this – admittedly genius – organization change. There were still twenty regiments, each with ten companies of twenty men, left to confirm the formation of which meant twenty more ten-page documents to read and sign in three places.

He found himself wishing that someone, anyone, would show up and help him with this. It was times like this he wanted Cordelia to show up, she'd be able to help. She could help with pretty much anything.

Picking up the organization chart for the 3rd Ylissean Cavalry, he found himself suddenly tempted to put Stahl in charge just to see what happened, then changed his mind. They'd just stand around eating all day. Groaning, he confirmed the choice of commander – yet another stupid noble who didn't participate in either war – and then put someone competent as second-in-command, then signed off on its formation. Robin placed it to one side, leaned back in his chair and seriously considered if he was allowed to demote himself back down to tactician of the Shepherds. There was so much less paperwork involved.

Out of the corner of his eye, he found a small and rough sheet of paper in amongst the rest. Pulling it out, he chuckled at Lucia's bad handwriting and drawing.

Robin

Take gud cair of my big sissy or I'll hurt you real bad

Lucia

A small drawing of stick-figure Lucia waving a mini-Falchion angrily in the corner made Robin laugh before putting it to the side of the desk with a smile. Looking at the nineteen remaining documents, he decided that he'd had enough work for today.

It's not like any of the nobles would refuse to pay him if it was a few days late, not after what happened to Lord Varys. The 'Grima Glare' as Henry had dubbed it was coming in quite handy these days. Rolling his shoulders, he decided to go check in on Chrom.

To his utter lack of surprise, Chrom was in the training yard with Lucina. Cynthia was off in one corrner playing with Lucia, giggling. Chrom saw Robin approaching and raised a hand in greeting, getting a casual wave back in return.

Lucina saw an opening and cracked her father over the head before turning to greet Robin with a hug. Lucia jumped up and down on Cynthia's lap.

"Robin! Over heeeeeere!"

Robin waved back at Cynthia, turning to face Chrom. Chrom raised a sympathetic eyebrow.

"Paperwork?"

Robin's eye twitched. "Chrom, if I ever see another troop transfer form until after I'm married I am burning the palace down and you cannot stop me."

Chrom chuckled and clapped his shoulder. "Cheer up, Robin. It's peacetime, you shouldn't have to do much once this is over with."

"It doesn't help that I've had to forge your signature five times so far today." Robin grumbled. "Did you even read these before sending me them?"

Chrom paused in mid-stride. "...yes?"

Robin twitched, while Lucina took a few steps back. "Well then, it's a good thing we're already in the training grounds."

Chrom frowned, confused. "Why is that-"

Robin swung a practice sword that Chrom barely managed to avoid. "-oh. I guess I should have read them, then."

Robin scowled at him. "Do you...realize...how much of that could have been avoided if you had just skimmed them first?"

Chrom blinked and blocked Robin's next swing. He really wasn't that good with a sword.

"HALF OF THEM WERE DUPLICATES! IN TRIPLICATE!"

Chrom found himself on the defensive from sheer anger.
"I only noticed halfway through that they were duplicates! And guess what? Because of how simliar they all are, I HAVE TO READ THAT FAR ANYWAY TO CHECK!"

Chrom was actually starting to get rather worried, as Robin had abandoned all sense of technique in favor of sheer rage, and it was actually working.

"IF YOU HAD JUST BLOODY READ SOME I WOULD HAVE BEEN DONE BY NOW!"
Robin's practice sword broke in two over Chrom's, and he stood there panting for a few minutes. After a while, Chrom slowly asked if he was done.

"Yeah, I'm fine now, thanks." Robin panted. Chrom blinked.

"I...guess I should go read the new ones I got this morning? Something about the others being faulty?"

Robin froze and twitched a few times. Chrom nodded. "Yeah, I'll go do that."

Robin just nodded feebly while Chrom made a rapid exit. Lucina sighed and passed him a fresh practice sword.

"There was a lot of it, then?"

Robin groaned and settled into his stance. "You have no idea."

Their own spar lasted a decent amount of time, although Robin's own swordplay would never match hers, a fact that was proven once again when she disarmed him and placed her sword at his throat.
"You're out of moves." Lucina smiled. Robin smirked in response, moving in against her.

"Oh, now that's not entirely true..." He whispered, kissing her neck. "I'm pretty sure I know your weak points."

"That's not fair." Lucina said breathlessly. "Stupid tactics."

Cynthia made faces at them over Robin's shoulder. Lucia bounced out of Cynthia's lap and ran over, tugging at Robin's robes.
"Robin..."

Lucina found herself glaring at a four-year-old that was technically herself and tightening the hug.

"Mine" she mouthed to Lucia slowly. "Back off"
Robin's mind finally pulled all the strings together and he started laughing. "Seriously?"

Lucina got out of the hug, confused. "What?"

Robin slapped his knee and roared with laughter. "Are you seriously jealous of yourself?"

Lucina's face got all red. "I am not!"

Cynthia giggled. "I think Robin's onto something, Lucina. Come one Lucia, let's leave them alone."

Lucia skipped after the laughing Cynthia, leaving the embarrassed Lucina to Robin's teasing.

A/N: I found fanart that inspired this but can't remember who made it or where it came from. It's a brown-haired avatar with a baby Lucina grabbing his cloak and an angry-looking Lucina grabbing his arm glaring at her younger self, so if anyone knows the artist tell me.

I swear I'll get to the wedding next chapter it's just so many people to remember to include somehow.