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This collection is a mish-mash of ideas with no real theme. It's very much just an offshoot of The Robin Variable to write the ideas that don't fit there. Feel free to suggest or request, but there is never a guarantee. As with The Robin Variable, feel free to take these ideas and run with them on your own, just give credit to myself and whoever came up with the idea (as I anticipate some of these, if not most, will be the ideas of other people).

Purely self-indulgent first chapter here. The Robin Variable has a self-imposed limit of one chapter per idea, so I'm doing the second here. We'll move on to things like the Pokemon crossover (sorta, more like pokemon just happen to exist in the world of Fire Emblem) within a few chapters.

Lissa is nervous. There's no way around it. She accepted this: getting married to some Plegian man she doesn't know, but that doesn't mean she feels particularly happy about it. She's doing this for peace, she's doing this so Emm doesn't have to, she's doing this for Ylisse, but she's not doing this for herself. This could cost the girl her future, her whole lifestyle! Plegia's laws aren't nearly as progressive as Ylisse's and that weighs heavily on her mind.

She doesn't know if she needed to dress up so much. There's a distinct chance her husband is taking this much less seriously than her. As per custom, Lissa is the one walking down the aisle. It's only just then, when the doors open and she starts walking, that she sees her husband for the first time.

He's a very thin man with sharp facial features. His black hair has a shock of white on one side, and is slicked back, flat on the top, and comes to a point behind his head. The man has a surprisingly deep widow's peak for someone so young. His eyes are dark brown, and latch on to Lissa's bluish-green one's as soon as she looks at his face.

He reminds Lissa of a snake. He's thin, sleek, and (at least Lissa assumes so) dangerous.

She has on the traditional white-blue Ylissian wedding gown with only minor modifications while he wears a gothic suit with a high collar in black and dark purple. They clash horribly, not just due to the different colours but due to style dissonance.

Lissa moves to stand across from him under the altar. He's still staring at her with a totally flat expression, and the princess fidgets under his scrutiny as the priest begins speaking.

The blonde girl pays little attention as the priest talks. Her eyes flick from her husband to her siblings in the audience, who smile reassuringly (if nervously) at her from the front row.

"I understand the bride and groom have written their own vows, if the groom would speak first…" The priest intones, glancing over at the man.

Lissa's husband takes a breath. To her surprise, it sounds shaky. When he speaks though, his voice is clear and firm, and he stares her straight in the eye. "I, Robin Vastatio, take you Lissandra Lowell, to be my lawfully wedded wife and equal. Let those gathered here bear witness to my promise: to always respect your boundaries, be considerate of your wishes and desires, and to never lay a hand on you that is unwanted."

The vow is not exactly romantic, but it's for that reason Lissa suddenly feels a lot less nervous. He specifically included that they were to equals, which the princess knows is usually not the case in Plegia. Unlike Ylisse Plegia does not have gender equality laws, so Robin's promise of equality and respect is a massive reassurance.

"The bride…?" The Priest prompts, and Lissa realizes she's been standing in silence after Robin's vow.

"Ah, yes!" She squeaks, and composes herself quickly. She practiced this. Someone off to the side chuckles, a quiet 'nyahaha!' followed by someone silencing them with a 'shush!'. Lissa clears her throat and speaks. "Robin Vastatio, I accept you as my husband. I promise to be fair to you, and work through what disagreements may arise between us, stay with you through sickness and health, and through whatever hardship may come our way… and cherish you as if I had chosen you myself."

That last line wasn't part of the script. Lissa added that just now after hearing his vows, she hadn't expected her husband to seem so reasonable, even if he did cut a bit of an imposing figure with his sharp features.

The rest of the priest's ramblings go by in a rush for Lissa. She says 'I do' when prompted, and nods her head at the appropriate times, but is otherwise just waiting for this to be over. The priest doesn't end the ceremony with 'you may kiss the bride' as Ylissian custom would usually dictate though, instead he opts for the much more degrading Plegian version (as he is Plegian himself) and says: "you may claim your bride."

Robin's mouth twitches at the priest's words, and Lissa swears she sees disapproval on his face for that brief moment. He leans in anyways, but pauses a few inches away from actually kissing her. The man stares at her silently for a moment, and Lissa realizes (happily) that he's waiting for permission to touch her. Apparently he was serious when he said he wouldn't lay a hand on her that was unwanted.

The princess nods permission and tilts her head up. The kiss is chaste and quick, purely for show. The audience claps politely, and the priest bows out so the reception can begin.

###

Lissa doesn't get a chance to talk with her siblings during the reception, not in private at least. As newlyweds they're expected to stay together for the rest of the day. Still, Emmeryn and Chrom come up to talk with the princess and her new husband.

Chrom isn't very subtle about warning the man about harming his sister, but it's half-hearted. Clearly the prince understood Robin's wedding vow, and Lissa bets her brother respects the man too much to seriously threaten him.

Emmeryn is polite as always. In many ways she and Robin are similar, being very calm and cordial. The difference is that Emmeryn emotes and shows some hint of emotion. Robin has a flat expression the entire time, and now that she thinks of it Lissa has only seen him show emotion that one moment he showed disapproval towards the priest. Is he really that unphased by all this?

The afternoon wears on slowly, seeming to much longer than it actually does. Food is served eventually, and Lissa is pleasantly surprised to discover Plegian cuisine is quite good, albeit more spicy on average than Ylissian foods.

Then comes sunset. The priest steps back in to announce the reception is over, heads the procession back to a small bedroom, gives a final prayer before closing the door behind the two.

Both of them know what's expected of them. Lissa is incredibly nervous as she sheds her dress, yet she's also a bit excited. She never mentioned it to anyone, not even Emmeryn or Maribelle, but the princess was always secretly excited for her wedding night. Yes, Lissa would have obviously preferred to choose her husband, but that doesn't mean she isn't a bit eager for the consummation.

Robin still wears his blank expression, but Lissa does notice his hands trembling a bit as he unbuttons his suit. He also speaks, breaking their silence. "I was serious when I said I would not touch you without permission your Highness. This is not something I will force you into."

"No, no, I'm good." Lissa says quickly, trying not to seem too excited. She doesn't want to off-put him because the princess knows it's considered unladylike to be interested in sex. "We can do this, we're expected to anyways right? Can't put it off forever!"

"Right." Robin says blankly. His brown eyes flick between her and the bed, and she can see his hands clasp together so tightly his fingers start to turn white. "Right… okay." He repeats, his voice a bit shaky. "S-So…"

Lissa blinks quickly. His expression is flat, but his body language clearly shows nervousness. Robin seems even more nervous than her, which is not something she expected. "Hey, uh… have you never done this before either?" The princess asks tentatively.

Robin swallows thickly. It's strange to Lissa to see someone who was so composed before look so panicked now. His sharp features don't look so threatening at the moment. "No."

"Oh, so we're in the same boat then!" She chirps, trying to put him at ease. Lissa walks over to the bed and sits down. "Come on!" She pats the sheets beside her, and her husband takes his own seat. He's sure to put a little distance between them, again trying to respect her space, but Lissa rolls her eyes and shifts over so that they're properly side-by-side. "Can't be squeamish now, right?"

"Okay…" He says. Robin takes a deep breath, steeling himself. His serious, blank expression returns. "Alright, let's- oh, wait." The man bends down to rifle through his cloak. He pulls out a black herb, slightly crumpled but clean, and hands it to her. "Here. This stops… unwanted extras from dropping into our lives. Unwanted for now at least."

"You can just say it stops pregnancy. I know how sex works Robin." Lissa says, accepting and eating the herb. It's bitter, very bitter, and has a texture like lettuce. She's quite thankful Robin remembered this, because she did not come prepared and she is not ready to be a mother.

The man coughs, embarrassed. "My apologies. Shall we begin then…?"

As expected their first time is awkward. Lissa is bumbling and clumsy, and Robin is stiff and overly-careful. Despite what pretty much every book ever warned her about, Lissa doesn't find her first time painful. Lissa insisting on foreplay and generally being relaxed by the time it comes for the act means that, while a tad uncomfortable at first, sex is not painful.

All things considered though, the act is over quickly. It takes less than fifteen minutes total, and Lissa doesn't ask for another round after Robin spends himself. Despite all her attempts to put him at ease the man is still tense as they settle down to sleep. He politely bids her goodnight, again making sure not to touch her, and rolls away from her under the covers.

Lissa stares at him for a minute, debating mentally if she should just leave him be, and then decides that this sort of distance and reluctance to physical contact can't be allowed to fester. She doesn't want this to be something that happens a lot, especially since it seems they might actually get along, so rather than keep her distance Lissa scoots up to him and rests her forehead on his back. Robin tenses again, waiting to see what she does, but Lissa doesn't move further.

It takes a while for her husband to relax, and Lissa falls asleep before he does. It's not her bed, it's not her country, but the princess is calm. This day went far better than she was expecting, she would dare say she's content, and it certainly makes sleep a lot easier to reach.

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Lissa wants to do something useful. She has a lot of freedom already thanks to Henry being assigned as her guard. As a lone woman she would be denied permission to many things, but the dark mage's company negates that for the most part. She's gone to see plays, wander the city, shop, and quite a few other things.

However, she knows she's not being helpful. Plegia and Ylisse still have tension between them, and as a royal it is her duty to help their countries heal. Robin works hard not only as head tactician, but also as a religious leader (albeit a reluctant one) to keep the fanatic cult of the Grimleal under control. On top of all that he occasionally goes on missions to handle dangerous Risen groups or bandits with a small group of elite soldiers not unlike the Shepherds.

Lissa also doesn't like that she doesn't get to see Robin all that much. They're married now, and not unhappily, but he spends a massive amount of time overwhelmed by work. Despite what he's done to try and keep her status equal with his, the simple fact is that she can't help him with most of work due to the simple fact that she's female. Robin is indifferent, but the rest of Plegia is not so progressive. There's also the small problem of Lissa not being so good with laws and official stuff.

There is one thing she can do just fine though, and today she's determined to put it to use. When they wake on the morning Robin is due to go out on a mission, Lissa stops her husband before he leaves the bed.

"I want to help today." She says without preamble.

"Pardon?"

"You're going to fight some bandits today, right?" Lissa says. "I've been in combat before, I'm a healer."

"You want to come with us." Robin says flatly. Lissa knows better to put stock in his facial expressions though, her husband is very bad at emoting.

"Yep. I used to be part of my brother's military squad when I lived in Ylisse. I know my way around a staff." She brags lightly. "Besides, I'm tired of not doing anything useful around here."

Robin stares at her for a few seconds with slightly furrowed brows, blinking slowly. Lissa recognizes this as his 'thinking face'. "Are you used to hard travel?"

Lissa makes a face, but nods. "Yeah. I'm not great with it, but I can manage for a short while."

He looks her over long and hard. The man nods curtly, and turns away to prepare for the day. "We leave in two hours. Pack light, the desert is hot and you don't need extra weight making travel even more difficult."

"What about a tent and all that stuff…?" Lissa asks. "Where can I get those?"

"I'll organize the essentials. Just grab your extras and toiletries." He grunts, slipping on his coat.

Lissa spends the morning scrambling about to decide what she needs. Packing light means she can't afford more than a single change of clothes, so she fills her small bag with a few toiletries (toothbrush, mouthwash, soap) a travel makeup kit (about the size of a travel chess set) and fills the last little space with some sweets and a small book. She's just picking up her mend staff when Robin calls to her, saying it's time to leave.

Thankfully the small group will travel on camel, so Lissa doesn't have to carry her bedroll and tent on her back. There's only six of them: Robin, herself, two dark mages called Henry and Tharja, a spy called Gaius, and an older mercenary named Gregor.

The group, minus Tharja, are accepting of their new addition. Tharja ignores her while Gregor and Henry give cheery introductions, and Gaius offers a cheeky salute and a wink. They all mount up their camels and ride out of the city. It will take a few days of constant travel to reach where they need to be, and Lissa settles in for an unpleasant ride.

###

"Lissa, get to Gregor!" Robin hollers. He backpedals frantically from the two mercenaries he's fighting, and quickly downs a concoction when he has enough distance. Lissa nods, despite knowing that the man can't see her, and makes a dash for the older man.

This fight is going far worse than Robin planned. He expected an ambush for sure, but he didn't expect them to be hiding in the town itself. He doesn't even know how Gaius is doing, the man broke off when they entered the village to arrange lodgings for the six of them and Robin can only hope he's safe.

The mercenaries close in again, and Robin settles into a defensive stance. These two are deceptively skilled and well-equipped, perhaps former soldiers who turned to a life of crime, and they're proving a hassle to deal with on his own. They make good use of flanking, forcing the tactician to be constantly on the defensive or risk a sword in his back.

"Henry! I could use a bit of help!" He shouts, raising his levin sword to block an overhead strike. He then whirls around, pulling a parrying dagger from his belt to block a low swing from his other foe.

"Nyaha! Just a moment boss!" The mage calls. There's a sickening crunching noise from somewhere behind Robin, and he can hear Henry cackle loudly. "Alright, it's time you two made like a frog and croak!"

"I think that's your worst pun yet Henry." Robin grunts, kicking one of the mercenaries in the stomach and dancing back a few steps. Dark magic coils around the poor brigand, crushing his spine (and ribs, and collarbone, and legs, and arms) in brutally swift fashion. Henry's magic never ceases to send a chill down the tactician's spine, even if it's technically no more dangerous than any of the elemental magics. The tactician launches a few bolts of lighting at the remaining mercenary, and defeats him quickly now that he doesn't have to worry about about watching his back. "Tharja, you fine?"

"Managing!" The girl snarls back. She's standing on a rooftop slinging elfire at a few archers hiding behind a wall. "These rats won't come out of hiding!"

"I got it!" Henry laughs. He cups his hands and shouts to the sky "hey Fog! Mind helping our caws?"

The sound of many wings fills the air, and a murder of crows descends on the archers' location. The men scream in pain as the animals peck at their flesh, and run out from cover to escape the animals. As soon as they're in the open Tharja roasts them alive with a well-aimed fireball.

"Oye! Why bird boy no help Gregor? He not worth time?" The older mercenary asks, striding over with Lissa in tow. He has a new scar on his shoulder that is still raw and red, only recently healed by the healer behind him. "Not welcome we were hoping for, yes?"

"Definitely not. We need to find Gaius." Robin says, sheathing his dagger. "Come on."

###

"Lissa darling, it's glorious to see you again!"

"Hey Maribelle, how's it going?" The princess laughs, hugging the other lady warmly.

They're standing at the entrance of the main hall in the Ylisse royal palace. Nobles from all over the continent are in attendance and crowd the room despite its massive size. Lissa feels good to be home again, if only for a few days.

"We have so much to talk about!" Lissa giggles. "You have to tell me what everyone's been up to!"

"Of course darling, and you must tell me about how your life has been in Plegia." The lady insists, pulling her into the crowd. "But first you should go see your siblings. They'll be overjoyed to know you've arrived."

Robin watches blankly as his wife is lead away by her friend. He doesn't show it, but he feels monstrously out of place in the Ylissian palace. Despite this gathering being open to all, he is one of very few Plegians to come here. Gangrel and Validar are the only Plegian nobles besides himself that bothered to travel here, but Gangrel is busy and Robin simply does not like his father.

At least he has Tharja for company. While Henry is social, Tharja is decidedly not. She's more than content to just sit at a corner table and people-watch with Robin. That's what they do for a good hour before someone approaches them.

That 'someone' is Maribelle. She struts over and takes a seat at the table without asking for permission. "I hope you're not as distant with my dear Lissa as you are everyone else. You haven't left this table since you got here."

"I am not familiar with the others here, and I have no inclination to be." Robin says flatly.

"Then why did you bother coming at all?" Maribelle asks curtly, ignoring the glare Tharja is now giving her. "With all due respect, you could have just let my treasure come on her own."

The tactician stares at her for a moment, and then says quietly. "Because I do not have time for her normally. My work demands all of my attention, and it is only through such events that I am absolved of my usual duties for a short time."

"Ah." Maribelle's expression is a frown, somewhat disapproving. "You do not have time for her?"

"I have a country to run." Robin explains, letting his indifferent look drop for a moment and letting Maribelle see just how tired he is. "There are trade routes to manage, fanatics to keep in line, bandits and Risen to defeat…" His shoulders sag. "I was not ready to have a wife, much less one I actually care for."

"It would be easier if you didn't care about her?" Maribelle asks sharply.

"Yes." The tactician admits bluntly. "If that were the case I would not have to worry about leaving her all the time, or worry about being a good husband at all."

"But you do?"

"Yes." Robin responds. "She was neither indignant nor resentful, and she actually cares about the fact that we're married. I wasn't prepared for this marriage actually going well."

"You clearly thought just as highly of the situation as Prince Chrom did." Maribelle sighs. "Well, I appreciate you being forthright at the very least, even if your reason for coming is flawed."

Robin isn't sure if he should feel offended or not. Regardless, he knows the blonde lady has a point. It's rude of him to presume his wife would waste valuable time with her family and friends to converse with him when she technically sees him every day. He feels like complaining that it's not his fault, he can't abandon Plegia just to spend time with his wife, but he doubts Maribelle will have any sympathy.

"Of course, I can't fault you too much." The lady hums. "I don't know your situation, and it would seem you have about as much free time as the Exalt herself… which is of course to say very little."

"How does she manage it then?"

"Our dear Exalt spends every free moment with family." Maribelle says. "She has few hobbies because of it, but she knows her priorities very well."

Robin isn't sure how to feel about that. Family commitments should force someone already busy to lose what little free time they'd otherwise have? That doesn't seem quite right… but perhaps that is just the curse of hard work. In a literal sense it pays, in a figurative sense it doesn't. "I see… thank you."

"Of course. Now if you'll pardon me, I must be going back. Do consider socializing by the way, and if you're looking for those with few racist tendencies, I'd suggest that group." She motions towards a strange amalgamation of people including a grim feroxi man, a gorgeous redheaded lady, and a buff blond man who has the top buttons of his outfit undone. They're only three of the dozen odd individuals chattering around in the corner. "They're called the Shepherds. You'll find them good company."

That name rings a bell with Robin, he remembers Lissa mentioning them. He watches Maribelle strut off back to the main table, and then turns to Tharja.

"Before you ask, no. You can go by yourself." She grunts, crossing her arms. "I don't like people."

Robin sighs. He's not surprised. He takes a moment to reapply his mask, steeling his face in its usual blank expression, stands up, and walks over to the group.

###

"Robin, are you sleeping alright?" Lissa asks, worried.

"Pardon?" The man asks, blank faced as normal.

"You always seem tired now." She mumbles, cupping his cheek with her hand. "I mean, you don't look tired, you don't have bangs under your eyes or anything, but you act tired. You're sluggish and distant all the time now..."

Robin sighs deeply. "My apologies. I've been making an attempt to spend more time with you, but I find myself unable to pay attention."

"That's a really roundabout way of saying I'm boring Robin." The princess pouts.

"But you're not." The tactician murmurs. "I just find myself drained from a combination of work and spending time with you."

"What did you do before you started coming home earlier?" Lissa probes.

"I would go eat dinner at a bar." Robin admits. The princess is honestly surprised, she though he'd be too worried about his image to do something like that. "It was relaxing, I did not have to worry about formalities and such, it was just nice alone time compared to the bustle of meetings I usually deal with."

The blonde girl is starting to understand. Robin is an introvert, conversation tires him out, and he deals with people wanting to talk to him all day. If his social willingness is a glass of water, then he's already empty by the time he comes home, and no matter how much he may enjoy talking to her normally when his glass is empty he doesn't want conversation at all, regardless of who he might be talking to.

"Hey! You can relax around me too!" The girl pouts. "We don't always need to talk or be doing something strenuous you know!"

"We don't?"

"Of course not!" Lissa huffs. "Why would we? If you're tired then you're tired! Don't push yourself on my account. I'm totally fine with just lying around or something, even I'm not peppy all the time!"

"I would never have guessed." Robin blinks.

"Hey!"

"What? You've always seemed energetic to me." The man murmurs. "I've never seen you just lying around."

"Because you spend so little time around me as is." Lissa thinks, but that's really unfair to say. His job is important after all. "Well I'm telling you now then. If you want we can just lie around tonight."

"I would appreciate that." Robin sighs gratefully.

"I expect cuddles though!" Lissa pouts. "I don't want to be ignored!"

"O-Of course." The man coughs. "As you wish."

This is a fine ending point. I think I got the main idea across in a satisfying way. Expect to see F!Robin/Chrom arranged marriage next, and then we'll move along to a few requests I have from The Robin Variable that didn't fit there.

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