Chrobin Week 2022

Day 1: Day of Devotion/Valentine's Day


Robin frowned in confusion as she eyed the people bustling around the barracks, wondering why would so many of them be in a hurry when it was likely many of them had asked time off for tomorrow. Wondering if there was a reason for the hustle, when she spotted Lissa also rushing past her, she caught her and asked,

"Woah. Slow down. What's going on? Why are you and nearly everyone else in such a hurry?"

"Huh? Why wouldn't I be?" Lissa said, confused for a moment until she had an epiphany. "Wait! You don't know, do you?"

"Well it seems to be the case considering my confusion."

Instead of being put off by her sarcastic comment, Lissa squealed in excitement. "Tomorrow's Day of Devotion! That's why! And we're all lucky enough to be back at Ylisstol for it, so everyone's doing last minute prep for it!"

"Day of Devotion? I assume it's a holiday?"

"Uh huh! It's a holiday about love!"

Robin's heart skipped a beat as a certain blue haired commander's face came unbidden in her mind.

"We give chocolates and flowers and gifts to the people we love! Like friends or parents or sibilings..."

Robin unconsciously sighed in relief.

Then Lissa smirked. "...or lovers."

She choked. "I-I see."

"Come on, Robin! You got to come with me! I'll help you pick your gifts!" she said as she dragged her.

"W-Wait! I still have reports to deal with it!"

Unsurprisingly, the youngest princess ignored her. Which was why Robin pointedly did the same as she picked bluebells and caramel chocolate for Chrom and milk chocolate for everyone else and the girl relentlessly pestered her for the identity of the recipient of the flowers.

It was worth it though to see Chrom's shock then joy at her gifts.

Just as much as receiving gardenias and dark chocolate from him.


Chrom opened his eyes, smirking in victory that it was still dawn and his wife was asleep. He could enact his plan.

It was their first Day of Devotion since they got married. He knew it wasn't necessary to go this far, as Robin would often tell, but he still felt the urge to take it as far as he could on a day where he could excuse such things.

But of course, it fails before it even started as, just as he was leaving his bed, a hand stopped him.

"Now where are you going, dear husband?" his wife said.

Chrom couldn't but whine and pout as he said, "I thought you were asleep..."

"I was actually, until you moved."

He flinched as guilt pricked him. "Then go back to sleep," he said, gently taking her hand off to kiss it. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"You're avoiding my question, though."

Ugh. Perceptive and stubborn as always...something he loved but right now wished wasn't the case.

"Well if I answered it, then my surprise wouldn't be much of a surprisen would it?"

"You thought you could surprise your tactician?" she said, dubious.

His heart raced for a moment, worried he let it slip what he had gotten, but thankfully he was getting much better at controlling his expressions that he replied with a steady voice.

"I thought I could surprise my wife with what I have."

It still made him giddy to say that word. Robin blushing at it was just icing on the cake.

His wife cleared her throat before she smiled and said, "Well even if it isn't as surprising as you wanted it to be...I love it anyway. So, shall we?"

Chrom would admit, he still hoped what he had would surprise her, but her words were more than enough of a consolation should it be the contrary.

He returned her smile and said, "Then come. Let's go."

He had nothing to worry about. As he hoped, when he took his wife to the butterfly house after a breakfast of all her favorites, she looked at it all in wonder and kept asking the guide many, many questions of each and every butterfly.

Though it was hard to trump her gift, which was a little children's book about a shy dragon accepted by a kind prince she thought their future children would love.

Unusual, yes, but he loved it all the same, and he made very sure she knew that.


Robin smiled and huffed in amusement as husband went a puffed all the pillows he had before adding them to the veritable fortress of them that was supporting her body on their bed. As soon as that was done, Chrom rolled the table with the near feast of food on it her, ready to fulfill her starving stomach and craving tongue.

Ever since she entered her third trimester and it barreled into her like a crashing wyvern compared to the breezy first and second, Chrom made even more time in his schedule to care for her, even resorting to working in their room if possible. He could've left it to the maids and butlers, or even Frederick, but he insisted, as he didn't want to miss any moment. It made her heart swell in love for her husband. However, even as he made the most of this year's Day of Devotion, setting off all his duties for tomorrow just to care for her completelt for ine whole day, it was hard to fight off her growing melancholy.

Especially as the little one in her stomach seemed to notice her mood.

Just as their father did.

"What's wrong, love?"

"It's nothing..."

"It's not nothing if it's got your pretending to smile," he said, putting down the partially eaten parfair down. "So what's wrong? Tell me."

Robin sighed. "It's nothing, really. I just..." Another sigh. "...I was thinking about my mother."

"Your mother?"

She nodded. It came to her today as Chrom gifted her and thanked her for being the mother of their child. She realized she hadn't thought of her at all since she first woke.

And she couldn't help but sob over it.

Chrom, the ever attentive husband that he was, immediately wrapped her up in his arms as she cried her eyes out. She was a bit embarrassed over the outburst, but she was soothed as he said,

"It's all right, dear. I'm here. What is it about your mother you were thinking?"

"I forgot about her. I didn't even think about her until today since people give gifts to their parents too..."

"Then let's do it for her too."

Robin back off to stare at him. "What?"

"Let's get her a Day of Devotion gift too."

"But she's..."

Dead, some deep part of her whispered.

"Well, even if we don't know where she is or if she's alive, that doesn't mean we can't dedicate something for her."

"On the Day of Devotion? Don't you usually give it to people who're still around?"

Her husband smirked. "Well...we aren't exactly usual either, are we?"

Robin stared. Then she laughed, loud and long.

Well for a moment anyway, as not only did heartburn hit, their little one decided to make it known they didn't like being jostled.

That didn't stop them from making something for her unknown mother, Chrom getting a large amount of flowers and a card for her to write to her.

To my mother, who kept me safe until I could do so on my own.


Morgan hummed as he carried the books he borrowed. He had a whole lot about some of the history of Ylisse, which was good seeing he was its prince. Okay, a prince from a ruined future of Ylisse...but still! It felt embarrassing to not any of that with his station, so he rectified as much of it as soon as he realized that missing gap in his scattered memories.

It was one of the few he actually could fix.

"Ah, there you are, I was looking for you," the voice of his mother said, breaking his train of thought.

"Oh! Did you need something, Mother?" he said.

"Yes. Now come. Your father's waiting."

"Huh? Uh, okay then. Mind if I drop these off first?"

"Don't worry, we can."

Turned out, the reason why they could was because they were heading to the tent that Mother shared with his Father. But he wasn't the only occupent of the tent waiting for them, or the only surprise.

"Sis?"

"Ah, hello, Morgan."

"What's all of this?"

In the middle of the tent was a table filled with flowers of different kinds and a plate of varieties of chocolate he hadn't thought would exist. And in the middle of all that were two little presents, wrapped in blue ribbons.

"I don't know either," his sister admitted. "Father wouldn't tell me."

"Well now we will," their father said, smiling before he spoke in tandem with Mother.

"We devote these gifts to you for the Day of Devotion."

They gasped and gaped.

"Day of Devotion?!" he said.

He paused.

"Wait, what's Day of Devotion?"

For a moment, Lucina was mortified.

For a moment, Mother and Father were stunned.

For a moment, Morgan thought he ruined something.

And then that moment passed and his parents laughed while his sister groaned before they explained what Day of Devotion was: a reminder for everyone to show your appreciation and love to the ones close to you.

"We...know what you've went through in that future, and while we can't go all out while we're on campaign..." his mother began.

His father finished. "We thought we'd still celebrate the day with the two of you."

"Mother... Father..."

He glomped his mother first, then when he felt the hugging level was sufficient, he glomped his father next. Once that was out of the way, their small celebration began in earnest as Morgan got to taste so many kinds of chocolate for the first time, his parents coaxed Lucina to unwind for a little bit, and they both opened their presents.

A journal for him to remember everything.

And a book of pressed flowers for her to cherish everything.

They absolutely loved them.


Lucina would admit, if at least to herself, that she found it hard not to be envious of the people around enjoying Day of Devotion when Mother was go—

She shook her head.

—when Mother wasn't back yet.

She knew she would. She believed in her Father in changing the future and she would believe in her Mother coming back to them against all odds.

But still, it was hard. She just... She just missed her so much. She missed how she would reassure her that all of her feelings were valid, she missed the wit she used to help her feel at ease and solve problems, she missed how resolved she was to ensure everyone's safety despite being in a role that demanded much logic and detachment.

And if she missed her this much, she could only imagine how much Father missed her.

So no, she couldn't truly enjoy Day of Devotion.

At least, she would've...

"Hey Sis! There you are!" her brother said, speeding towards her. "I knew I'd find you in the garden."

"What is it?"

"Here."

"Huh?"

She stared at what Morgan gave her as he said, with his usual big goofy smile,

"I devote this to you for the Day of Devotion."

"Oh, uh..."

Of course her brother would give her a gift. He was the kind to do so. She should thank him for it but...

...but the words wouldn't leave her mouth.

She was about to apologize for that fact when Morgan's smiled turned understanding...and somber.

"It's fine, Sis. You don't have to say anything. I know you're not feeling too good," he said. "But I still wanted to give this to you. Because I'm happy you're here."

"Morgan..."

The well of emotions that sprung—gratitude for his thoughtfulness, longing for mother, guilt for feeling this way—choked her from saying more.

So she looked down to the present and opened it as a poor compensation.

She gasped.

"This is..."

It was a hooded coat, its sleeves long, its trimming gold and its color black.

Just like Mother's.

"Yeah! I had a coat comissioned for you that's just like hers," Morgan said. "So that it'll remind you that she's with us, even if she's not back yet."

Lucina chuckled and smiled. "Thank you, brother."

Now his goofy beam returned. "No problem, Sis!"

"I'm sorry I don't have any thing for you. Or Father for that matter."

"That's fine! I planned for that! I had just the thing ready for us to do if you accepted my gift and were up for celebrating. Wanna do it now?"

She chuckled. Of course he had that covered.

Just like Mother.

She would be proud.

"All right, let's go. What's this plan of yours?"

It turned out his plan was...trying to cook chocolates together for the first time that they would then give to their father. Unsurprisingly, the first batch was absolutely ruined, and their father soon discovered them in the kitchens. But that was fine, as in the end all three of them cooked together and enjoyed themselves, talking about what they planned to tell Mother when she returned.


Lucina opened her eyes and smiled.

She did it! She woke up early! Now she could go sneak in her parents' room. After a quick change and making sure her little bag was secure, she checked the the hallways were clear and made a quiet dash to her destination. When she got there, she took a deep breath to steady her hands, like her parents would always tell her, before carefully opening the door.

As she hoped, they were asleep.

Now she could...

"CHAAAAAAARGE!"

"Oof!"

"Happy Day of Devotion, Mom! Dad!"

Of course, she was careful to only hit Dad instead of Mom and her big tummy, as well as keep her bag out of the way.

"Ah ha ha... Good morning to you too, my light," Dad said.

Lucina pouted. "It's Day of Devotion, Dad! Not morning!"

"Ah, that's where you're wrong, my daughter...it's the morning of the Day of Devotion, so it's perfectly fine to say 'good morning'," he said as he picked her up.

Before she could correct her dumb dad again, Mom said,

"Happy Day of Devotion to you too, Luci."

She smiled and then wiggled out of her dad's hands to put her own on mom's tummy.

"Happy Day of Devotion, little sibling!"

A kick answered back.

She gasped and squealed.

"Shh! Lucina! Quiet! You're hurting your mother's ears."

She squeaked and covered her mouth, turning to see that, yes, Mom was trying to pretend she wasn't bothered but she totally had been.

"Sorry..."

"It's all right, Luci." She was about to protest when her mom said, "Now, how about you get your presents? I'm sure you made some, yes?"

She gasped. "Uh huh!"

The present she gave Mom was a drawing of outside since she was always stuck inside now that she was getting a little sibling. For Dad, she gave him a bracelet made of the flowers Auntie Sumia and Henry said were good for keeping away sickness, so that his back wouldn't hurt as much.

Of course, it wasn't much compared to her Big Sis MarMar's gift of some of those fruits that Mom really wanted for her little sibling, or the really rare book Big Bro Marc got. But it didn't matter as their parents would say the same thing to all of them and mean it.

"Thank you for your gift. We love it."

And she in turn got to try out all sorts of chocolates and sweets and games with her older siblings and parents, all of them free for the day to devote even more time for each other, smiling and laughing all the while.


Author's Notes: gosh i really have a thing for rushing for chrobin week dont i? i literally finished this hours ago.

I mean, yeah, timezone wise I could wait another day but...well let's just say I was going to keep doing that but then I just saw the update on the tumblr aaaand well...now I can't take the post time back, mostly 'cause it'd feel scummy if I took this down now and then put it back up. So it's out earlier than it should be. Thus, if there are more errors/typoes than usual for this, that's why.

But enough about that! The fic itself! I was hoping to write something Fire Emblem Heroes related because of recently getting into it and wanting content involving it buuut...this was all I thought of. Which is fine too.

Bluebells were picked for Robin's gift for Chrom mean can mean humility, constancy, gratitude and everlasting love, and well being "blue" (tho some pics look more purple to me...). Gardenias was picked because one of the ways I read it can mean is "You're lovely", which basically means Chrom was saying that. In general gardenias mean purity, beauty and love. Meanwhile the chocolates were more on what I thought would fit the tastes of the two characters. Dark chocolate for Robin since she's fine with bear meat, caramel for Chrom 'cause uh...it felt right?