Hey guys!

I'm feeling a little bad because I'm updating this before Lucina's Charge. Not that I've forgotten that story, more so that this one has captivated my interest a lot more. More Severa x Robin fluff will come soon! (After I establish GW2 Raid times and find out the brackets for the FE Cipher tournament I entered)

As always, Enjoy and please review, especially if there is something I could have done better. (like Owain's speech)

Almost all of the Shepherds were smiling as they watched Lissa reunite with her son. Robin wore one too, but unlike them his was one that had sadness and longing in it.

It was silly of him. He should be happy for Lissa's joy and Henry's heartfelt exultance. He should be happy for everybody's reunions.

Yet a small part of him felt the jealousy. The feeling of not having a family to fall into at the end of the day. No one close enough to share the hardships, the small moments, the little things that they would share.

He had the Shepherds, yes, and he had Chrom, yet, while they were a family in a sense, they wouldn't be able to replace the hole in his heart that would have been solved with a wife, a daughter, and a son.

"Robin?"

He jerked at the sound of his name, at the soft fingers hesitantly touching his shoulder. His first thought was of Severa, who glimpsed at his bared soul, who comforted him and stayed with him.

Until Lucina had barged in with the scariest smile he had ever witnessed in his life.

But no. The Princess would not have been so cautious. It was Tharja's daughter Noire, her orange hair falling across her eyes, but he could see the tenderness in her gaze.

"What could I do for you, Noire?" he queried, trying to hide his emotions.

All she did was hug his arm. His eyes widened in surprised. "Don't look so sad. It doesn't suit you."

He gulped, unsure of where this had come from. He tried to detach himself from her, afraid of Severa's reaction if she saw.

"Noire... don't tell me Tharja did something..."

The girl's only response was to tighten her grip and lean into him.

He swore he heard a sultry laughter, and put a hand to his head to try and quell the sudden pain that had appeared.

She kicked at the training dummy that lay on the ground, her foot gutting it in half and sending parts of it skidding into the bush. A growl rose in her throat but she held it in.

It wasn't a secret that Severa was normally angry at someone. She was mad at her parents, although she didn't know why. Petty reasons that she should drop but she held onto to try and prove that her parents weren't as perfect as they were.

She was furious with her sister for what she had done a week before. Chasing Robin off after they had spent the night... Severa still refused to talk to the Princess.

And now, Robin. Her cheeks blushed as she thought about the tactician. She thought that perhaps they had a connection. That after the results of the night they had spent together, they would end up becoming a little more closer...

But no. Robin treated her the same as he always did: courteous, with the same humour that made her laugh even when she forced herself to groan, and above all with patience.

She knew that something was wrong with him, seeing that blank, glazed look on his face, the facade that he put up that echoed what she did. On that note they were similar, always putting on fronts before others.

She had been making her way to comfort him when her best friend had taken her spot. She clenched her fist. She knew it wasn't Noire's fault. She hadn't told anybody about her... her what? Love?

It wasn't Robin's either... she looked down at her chest, noting the difference between her and Noire, a difference that seemed painstakingly clear to her.

Severa huffed and with a flick of her wrist sent her blade shrieking out of its sheath and impaling the half of the dummy by her feet.

She wasn't jealous! No way she would be... she wouldn't be like her father, fawning at somebody unreachable.

"If he fancies her," she told herself. "Then it's no matter to me."

Yet she felt the words burn and twist as she had to spit them out, and her stomach sink as she said that.

"Gaius."

"Bubbles."

The two men were relaxing below the shade of a tree. Robin held a book in his hands, his fingers tracing across the page, but his eyes and mind wandering away from it. The thief, on the other hand, had his eyes closed and hands behind his head, a lollipop in his mouth as he dozed off.

"About Noire..."

"Hmm? Earlier on? I talked to Sunshine about it but it seems like it wasn't a curse. Well, not really."

"Not really?"

"It was a curse meant to amplify feelings. I'm not sure why she chose Noire though. She did say she needed to test her hexes on someone. Problem?"

Robin sighed. "It caught me off guard, that's all."

Gaius chuckled. "Well, if that woman saw Noire and you I think you're dead meat."

Robin rubbed his face. "Tell me about it."

"Tell Robin about what?" A third voice joined in, causing Robin to scrabble up to face him. Chrom smiled down easily, not realizing the panic that he had just caused.

"Nothing!" the tactician blurted out, while Gaius chuckled. The black haired man turned a withering glare at the thief, resisting the urge to kick him.

"Oh really? I thought I overheard something about you and a woman... could it finally be that my brother's finally decided to find somebody?"

"Brother?"

"Oh, Naga's sake, Robin. Even if you deny it I could see it. The difference from the past to now is astounding."

"No, I meant... well, would it be wise to call someone who's background you don't know that you just happened to came upon in the middle of the field one day family?"

Chrom scratched his head. "Yes? Why?"

Robin sighed. "Sometimes I wonder how you're still alive, being this trustful."

"Now you're beginning to sound like Frederick," the Exalt teased. "But... seriously. You're like a brother to me. We've gone through much since we've first met."

Robin gave in with a sigh and a smile. "Indeed. From bandits and Risen to Regna Ferox and Plegia. And the paperwork..."

Chrom nodded. Both of them hated it, so he had done the smart thing and diverted his pile to Robin's instead. "It wasn't all that bad. You got to meet Em."

Robin grimaced. "Yet I couldn't save her."

"You may not have saved her, but." Chrom laid a hand on his friend's shoulder. "You saved us. You became a brother to me, willing to help. You took Lissa's pain and helped her grieve. You even comforted Cordelia after the loss of her unit. Sometimes I think you're only good luck for this family."

"Chrom..."

"And you're Lucina's godfather. Cordelia and I agreed that there would be no one better than yourself. You know, we were thinking of asking you to be Severa's godfather as well."

"What? But..."

"Hey, Bubbles, Blue, instead of getting into this topic now how about we get back to the matter at hand."

"What matter?" Chrom asked while Robin sunk back down to the ground.

"About the woman Robin fancies, of course." He was going to kill the thief, Robin decided. Slowly. Maybe with sugar withdrawal. Maybe he would have to enlist the help of Henry.

"Yes. Why haven't you wooed her yet?"

Robin slapped his forehead. "Because I don't think her parents would approve."

"Nonsense. If they think that they would have to go through me. I'll even use my power as Exalt to make sure it happens."

Oh the irony. He dimly heard the thief break into giggles, wishing that he would be able to stop before it became to suspicious. "Well, I'm not sure about her feelings for me."

"From what I overheard she probably would care."

"O-o-overheard?"

"Yeah... what I heard you and Gaius said as I walked by. Are you okay Robin? You're paling up."

"I'm fine. Can't say the same for Gaius though." He jerked a thumb at the thief who was trying to gasp for air, having been sent into another laughing fit.

"Huh. He's strange. But I can tell you have one more stupid reason that I can prove wrong."

Robin took a deep breath. "What if... if I'm not good enough for her?"

Chrom stared at him for a moment, before he burst out laughing. "That's ludicrous. Robin. Let me tell you what you refuse to see. You're kind, gentle, have a sense of humour, and you're great at doing all the boring work."

"I don't think the last one is a compliment."

"Of course it is! Trust me. She's lucky to have you."

Robin smiled. "If you say so."

"I do. Now... it's Noire, isn't it? Isn't that why you and Gaius are sitting out here."

"What! No!" Robin was glad to see that the orange-haired man was spluttering now, all sense of amusement wiped clean of his face.

"Oh really... don't pretend like what happened back at the clearing didn't."

"There's nothing between us, I swear."

"Hmm. Are you sure?"

"He's sure, Blue." Gaius managed to find his voice at last. "There's nothing between him and my daughter. I hope."

Robin raised an eyebrow at him. "What Gaius says is true."

"Hmm. If it's not her... then..." Chrom's eyes widened. "It isn't my daughter is it?"

Robin sheepishly scratched his head. Seems like the moment of truth was beginning. "Well..."

"I never thought that you and Lucina would end up together," the Exalt confined to ramble on. His eyes narrowed as connections seemed to connect. "Wait... you... and my daughter..."

"It's not like that Chrom! I don't hold anything to Lucy except for the highest respect and love as a godfather!"

Chrom stared at him for a moment, before he relaxed. "I believe you. Plus, I've never seen Lucy as agitated and furious to somebody like she is to you. I assumed... well, never mind."

"Chrom!" The three men looked behind to see Lissa dragging her son along, his face turning into... interesting shades of purple. "Time for some bonding time!"

Chrom shook his head at his sister, but he smiled at her childish antics. "I'll stop Lissa from choking my nephew. Stop by afterwards, Robin. Frederick has some things he would like to review with you."

Robin nodded, and the two watched the Exalt march away. "He's pretty oblivious isn't he," Gaius commented.

"You have no idea."

"I agree," a voice floated to them, and they jumped. "Oh come on guys, I was here the entire time!"

"Kellam!"

Later that evening, Severa was sitting outside, the chill evening air cutting into her as the crickets chirped a harmony to her thoughts.

"Is a mavelent force invading your thoughts, o' cousin of mine?" A voice suddenly boomed from beside her. "Never fear, as I, Owain Dark, shall help stave off whatever beguiles you."

"Owain!" She yelped, spinning about and landing a hand across his cheek. A loud crack echoed about, and the blonde myrmidon cradled his face.

"Ouch, Severa. Why have you forsaken your kin?"

Severa snorted. "If you remembered that sneaking up on me would get you killed this wouldn't have happened."

"Ah, but therein lies the problem. The only way to catch you off guard is to... catch you off guard?" He scratched his head. "It sounded better in my head."

She rolled her eyes. "Why are you here, anyways? I thought you were bonding with your parents and my perfect family."

He shook his head. "Nay. I sensed trouble brooding, but when I spotted thee all made sense. Come. Let your noble cousin lend his ear to your cause. Spill your breast onto me!"

Severa glanced down, then back up, and her fists clenched in anger.

Owain quailed under her glare. "N-not like that, it's just a saying... please don't hit me again!" He cried, closing his eyes and shielding his face. A second passed before he dared crack them open to see Severa standing there coolly, arms crossed and looking away from him.

"Hm. Whatever. I suppose I could use some help..."

"Marvelous! It was foretold, that the Princess would enlist the help of the legend, the mighty warrior Owain! What skims across your mind that leaves you flustered?"

Severa blushed. She muttered something that he couldn't make out.

"I most humbly beg for your pardon."

"It's not like I love him or anything!" She yelled, before covering her mouth, a look of shock on her face as confusion turned to comprehension for Owain.

He gasped, before doing a cheer. "Severa! By Mystletainn's holy blade, Severa!" He grasped her hands and lifted them up as he did a small victory dance.

"W-w-what are you doing, you idiot!"

"Lucina and I were always so worried that you would not find one to share your soul! That you would spend your days fighting against the darkness with nary a comrade to be your shield and hand. Who is it that has enchanted the beautiful maiden as so? Is it the silver tongued devil, Inigo? The prince of the skies, the the mysterious wyvern rider Gerome?"

"You do know that we haven't found those two yet."

"Now that you mention it, I have not been able to find my comrades of The Justice Cabal as of yet. Ooh. Is it the survivor Yarne? Or the most knowledgeable Laurent?"

"What? No!"

Owain tapped his foot, before a look of terror appeared on his face. "It isn't me, is it?"

"Of course not!"

He gave a sigh of relief. "Thank the stars. It is most fortitude that it shall not come to be."

"...I'm not sure whether to take that as an insult or a compliment."

"It is not meant to be a slight, dear cousin. It is only that I know that we are not destined to be, that while our paths may be similar that we cannot traverse on the same path."

"Aaaand you lost me there. Again. Geez, does it hurt to talk normal for once?"

"It causes my tongue to wither and my throat to burn. But, if it not any of them... then could it be... Kjelle?"

Severa shook her head quickly, trying to hide the blush on her face. When she was younger, more naive...

"Then I can only say that it must be our esteemed and amnesiac Tactician himself!"

Waiting for the denial, Owain struck a pose, but when none came forth, he peeked at Severa, only to see her mumbling under her breath.

"Um... Severa?"

"What do you want more? Geez! Am I that easy to read that you can figure me out in a glance?"

"No, that's not-"

"Urgh, so now you think I'm hard to read and that's why he doesn't notice?"

"Severa!" His shout caught her attention. "I... I think it's wonderful. You're both wonderful."

"Wow." She looked at him in wonder. "You spoke normally."

Owain coughed. "So, why the indecision? You should be conversing with him right now! Leave your cousin to battle the night and take up arms within your heart and march to your beloved!"

Severa couldn't stop her heart from beating and her face reddening. "It's... it's not like that. Besides... what if he likes someone else. Someone like Noire."

Owain blinked. "You have suspicions?"

"I... I don't know! God, why is this so confusing?"

"Go talk to him. Beating yourself up for nothing will serve more harm than good." He looked at her with serious eyes, and Severa felt relief and gratitude wash over her.

"I guess I will then. Thanks, although you weren't very much help."

Owain grinned, seeing the true words behind what she spoke. "It was my great pleasure, oh cousin of mine! May the light forever radiant within thou as you seek eternal happiness and fortune. I, Owain Dark, will continue on my journey to-"

"Owain!" A voice yelled from across the camp. "People are trying to sleep! Will you be quiet or do I have to come out, young man?"

Owain gulped. "No, mom!"

Severa chuckled and left, giving Owain a not so gentle slap on the shoulder as she did.

"Robin?" Severa ducked through the entrance of his tent. "Oh."

The tactician lay asleep on the bedroll, papers scattered about and books laying opened beside him. It had seemed that he had dozed off once more in the middle of planning.

She looked at the sheet sitting on the small table he used, noting his small scribbles and notes as he indicated a plan for the next battle. Her breath caught as she saw her name written beside his for partners, and a small notation to talk to her about personal matters.

She smiled, and sat with her knees tucked underneath her, peering down at his face. He looked... younger. Calmer. She knew that the war took a toll on him, that he worried about his morals and about leading his friends and the responsibility of getting them out alive.

"You don't have to bear it alone," she whispered, running her hand through his hair. "I would help you. In whatever way I could, I will be there for you, through the good times, the bad times. As long as we have each other."

She paused, before shrugging and taking off her armour. She lay beside him, moving aside any of his things, and kissed his forehead. She blushed, wondering if she had gone too far, but just faced him and closed her eyes.

"I love you, Robin. Sweet dreams."