Author's Notes:
Hey guys! Welcome to the first part of the fifth chapter of Reclassed!
With this two parter, we'll take a bit of a step away from Chrom and Robin's bet. What that means, is that you should expect a lot more fluff and a lot more feels for this two parter. After all, even Exalts and Tacticians have to take breaks ONCE and a while. But worry you not, after these two parts, we'll get back to it :).
So yeah. Get ready for some fluff, feely scenes, and the occasional flash back. I hope this chapter doesn't rot away your teeth too much.
So read, relax, and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem Awakening or its characters
Robin walked back to her and Chrom's shared room, lazily munching on a loaf of bread. It had been a LONG day. That Tibalt sure loved to talk. Taxes, roads, businesses, all of the good stuff. It was very unentertaining, to say the least. But, Robin was determined. She was dead set on helping the people of Ylisse. Beating Chrom in a bet was just an added bonus.
Guessing the time, Chrom would probably already be done with his bath, so that meant that she'd have it all to herself. Perfect.
Walking down the familiar hallway, she stopped in front of her youngest daughter's room to bid her good night and possibly tell her a quick story if the time allowed it.
She stopped dead in her tracks, hearing a familiar voice coming from little Lucina's room.
"Sissy?"
"Yes, dear?"
Robin bit back a giggle. It seemed that big Lucina was getting little Lucina into bed; it was times like these that she wished she could commit a picture to memory. This, hands down, could be the cutest thing she had ever seen.
"I-I..."
The toddler hesitated, as if her words would make her older sister think less of her.
"Go on, what is it?"
"I-I don't like storms..."
The older Lucina hummed, apparently not surprised.
"You know, neither did I when I was your age."
"Really?"
"Hmhm."
She couldn't help it. Robin scooted a little closer to the door, carefully opening it as to not disturb the two. She poked her head in the doorway, staring at the two girls on the opposite side of the room. She could not miss this.
The younger Lucina was snuggled up in her bed, her blankets pulled up to her neck. She clutched to a pegasus doll, her eyes frantically darting to her older self and the window where the rain pelted against it, the occasional boom of thunder echoing in the distance.
The elder Lucina sat beside her, rubbing comforting circles on the little Lucina's knee, smiling softly at her.
"You know, when I was younger, Mother would always sing me a lullaby whenever it stormed to help me sleep."
"S-she did?"
"Indeed," The elder Lucina nodded. "Would you like me to recite it for you?"
The little Lucina jumped up in bed, her scared expression changing to one of excitement.
"Please!"
Robin watched captivated, scarcely letting out a breath. She had never heard about this...
Lucina cleared her throat before breaking out into a beautiful voice, one that drowned out the sound of rain, and even the sound of the thunder.
"Little child
Be not afraid
The wind makes creatures of our trees
And the branches to hands
They're not real, understand
And I am here tonight."
Robin stopped breathing completely, utterly engrossed with Lucina's singing. It was beautiful. Robin soaked up every word, her eyes never leaving the cerulean princess as she sang. She sang it with such conviction, that Robin even felt like she was the child, and that Lucina was the mother. Robin was devastated that she had never heard her daughter sing like this before. Not because she was upset that Lucina didn't share this with her, but because it felt like she was missing out on something so great.
"And someday you'll know
That nature is so
This same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
And forest and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you see
In the morning."
Robin felt something catch in her throat. Her breath? A cry? She couldn't tell. Lucina sang as a mother would to a frightened child, but there was something more than that...
"For you know, once even I
Was a little child
And I was afraid
But a gentle someone always came
To dry all my tears
Trade sweet sleep the fears
And to give a kiss goodnight. Well, now I am grown
And these years have shown
Rain's a part of how life goes
But it's dark and it's late
So I'll hold you and wait
'til your frightened eyes do close."
That was it. Sadness. Longing. Lucina sang the song in such a calm, motherly fashion, but underneath her tone was one of utter sadness and longing for a life that was torn away from her. All Robin could do was stand motionless, hanging on each word that her daughter sang.
"And I hope that you'll know
That nature is so
This same rain that draws you near me
Falls on rivers and land
And forests and sand
Makes the beautiful world that you see
In the morning."
Lucina's voice fell to a whisper as she sang the final lines of the lullaby.
"Everything's fine in the morning
The rain will be gone in the morning
But I'll still be here in the morning..."
Lucina exhaled deeply as she finished, pushing the blankets up and over her younger self's shoulders, making sure the that she still had a firm grip on her doll. Her song had done the trick. The little princess was fast asleep.
Robin watched in awe at the two, her eyes burning fiercely as tears began to form.
'But I'll still be here in the morning...'
That sentence repeated in her mind over and over again like an echo. She felt her lower lip tremble. She sang this song to her daughter? The one that she abandoned to become Grima? The demon that still haunts her dreams? Good gods. How could she? She left her children alone, murdered their father, and forced them to suffer through a time that no one should suffer through. It might have been some other Robin, but it was still a Robin.
'But I'll still be here in the morning...'
The image of her singing that song to a young Morgan ran through Robin's mind, nearly shattering her. It might have just been her pregnancy hormones, but sweet Naga. It felt like her entire being had been torn down. She had always felt guilty for Lucina and Morgan's upbringing; terribly so. The only relief she felt was that Morgan never remembered his past, as wrong as that thought might be.
In Lucina's past, however, she would always have to be there in the morning. Her parents, her family, and even her friends might have been gone, but she was always still there in the morning, living through that hell. Any child in such a position should have their parents to fall back on, but Lucina never had that. In that regard, she was utterly, hopelessly, alone, trying to lead a battered humanity to victory against insurmountable odds.
Hearing her sing like this, her emotions filling every single word, tore that wound in Robin's heart even larger.
She was going to make it up to her. As Naga as her witness, she was going to make it up to her.
Chrom strolled lazily through the palace hallways, munching on a chocolate, cream filled doughnut. He knew that Robin would think that he was bathing, so now was the perfect time to get his midnight snack.
Of course, Robin wouldn't be upset with him for getting a midnight snack, but if she knew that he got a chocolaty, delicious doughnut every night, she might be a little disappointed. But it shouldn't matter. Chrom trained every day. He deserved some chocolaty, sugary goodness once and a while.
Besides, he could just put forth the option to bathe together. It was a win-win!
Chrom snacked happily on his sweet, pleased with his compromise.
He rounded the corner to where their room would be, stopping dead in his tracks.
There was Robin, standing outside of Lucina's room.
Was she waiting on him?
Did she know his sweet secret?
Was she going to bust him?
Damn Gauis! Damn him to hell! This was all his fault for getting Chrom hooked on sweets!
Chrom saw Robin twitch slightly, and that was all the convincing he needed.
He bolted into a nearby room, slamming the door shut to keep from being seen.
"Phew!"
Chrom wiped the nonexistent sweat from his brow, leaning heavily against the door frame.
"That...was a close one."
"F-f-father!?"
Chrom spun on his heel, facing the voice that called out to him.
He almost wished he hadn't.
He was in Morgan's room alright. Of that he was certain. The stray books that littered the ground, the messy desk in the corner, and the pile of dirty clothes was evidence enough.
But the big clue?
There was a naked Morgan lying on his bed with a naked Cynthia lying on top of him.
The events that transpired next fell like dominoes.
"GOOD HEAVENS!"
Chrom covered his eyes, stumbling backwards and tripping over a stray book, falling hard against the door to Morgan's room.
"M-M-M-MR. CHROM!"
Cynthia pushed herself off of Morgan, tumbling to the ground and taking the blankets with her. As she fell she hit her head on the bed post, knocking her out cold.
"GOOD GODS!"
Morgan jumped out of bed, nearly stumbling over the fallen Cynthia, grabbing something, anything to cover up his naked form.
Settling for what he could, he snatched a framed photo off of one of his shelves, shoving it in front of his crotch.
...
It was a picture of his mother and father.
Compared to the scene that was going on down the hall, this was a circus.
Chrom kept his hands covering his eyes, tilting his head down to the floor just in case.
"W-W-WHY DIDN'T YOU LOCK THE DOOR!?"
Morgan threw the framed picture across the room, swapping it for a pillow on his bed. Thank NAGA his father had not seen that.
"D-DON'T Y-YOU EVER KNOCK!?"
"I'M YOUR FATHER! IT'S PART OF THE JOB TO WALK IN WITHOUT-!"
Chrom stopped mid-sentence, separating his fingers a tiny bit so that he could see.
Cynthia was still lying unmoving on the floor, a blanket covering her body.
"Is...is she alright?"
Morgan looked at his girlfriend for the first time, his eyes widening in fear and surprise.
"C-CYNTHIA!"
He fell to the ground beside her, nearly forgetting to keep his pillow covering his private parts.
He shook her a few times, but it was no use. She was knocked out cold.
"Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods," Morgan continued to shake her shoulder, his lower lip beginning to tremble. "Is she dead? Do we need to hide the body?"
"What!? No, she's not dead! Good gods, I thought you inherited Robin's intelligence!"
Chrom cursed and grumbled under his breath, making his way over to the unconscious pegasus knight.
He placed his index and middle finger on her neck, checking her pulse.
"As I expected, she's just unconscious."
"Oh, thank Naga," Morgan exhaled in relief, quirking an eyebrow when he noticed his father's relaxed expression. "You don't seem that worried..."
Chrom looked pointedly at him. "Have you met Sumia?"
Like mother, like daughter.
Just when Chrom was ready to let loose a storm, Cynthia's eyes fluttered open, slowly taking in the scene around her.
"W-wha?"
"It's alright," Morgan whispered, taking her hands in his. "It's alright sweetie. I'm right here, there's nothing to worry about. You just hit your head is all."
"Ah, Morgan..."
Cynthia smiled weakly, hugging Morgan's hands to her chest.
Chrom blinked, his previous anger evaporating at the scene before him. It was rather surprising. Morgan was so soft with her, so gentle. It was like Cynthia was a delicate flower that he was worried might blow away in the wind if he wasn't careful. It was unexpected, to say the least. Chrom always knew that his son was a kind man with a gentle heart. Even more than that, he knew his son was a mischievous little smart-ass. To see this loving side of him was strange. It actually reminded him of his courting of Robin.
And then, Cynthia finally noticed Chrom.
"M-M-M-MR. CHROM!"
Cynthia jumped up, using her feet to push herself into one of the corners of the room, covering her head in shame under the blanket.
Chrom sighed and rose to his feet, walking to the door. He really, REALLY, had no clue on how to handle this particular situation. So he wouldn't. At least not this one.
He put his hand on the knob, but stopped.
"Morgan, we'll talk tomorrow."
And with that, Chrom left the room.
The two parents stood outside the rooms of their children. Robin outside of Lucina's, and Chrom outside of Morgan's.
After explaining each of their experiences to each other, they both came to an agreement; they would take the day off and take their kids out. Chrom would have some fatherly time with Morgan, and Robin some motherly time with Lucina. Robin suggested that they just all go out together, but Chrom rejected that. Of course he wanted to spend time with Lucina as well, but Morgan needed some serious man to man time. So Robin obliged. After hearing about the incident in his room, she really couldn't blame him. Besides, they could all go out later. There was no deadline on this type of stuff, after all.
So there Chrom found himself, standing outside of Morgan's room, waiting for him to wake up.
Well, it wasn't just Chrom.
"Daddy?"
Little Lucina tugged on her father's arm, looking up at him with big, innocent eyes.
"What are we doing at Morgy's room?"
"We're going to spend the day together while your mother and sister have some gal time."
Technically, it wasn't going to be man to man time. But Lucina was only four. She didn't really count.
Chrom was wanting to spend some time with the little princess anyways.
"Yay!"
Lucina jumped up and down, clapping her hands. At least she was looking forward to it.
Chrom could hear the soft sound of footsteps on the other side of the door, signaling that Morgan was coming out.
The door slowly creaked open and Morgan's head poked out, scanning the halls for any unwanted eyes.
"F-father!?" Morgan exclaimed upon seeing his father dressed up and ready to go. His eyes bulged even further when he caught sight of his sister. "L-Lucy!?"
"Good morning, Morgan."
"Hiya, Morgy!"
Morgan's face paled as he slowly retreated into his bed room.
Chrom stepped forwards, bending over so he could whisper to his son without his young daughter hearing it.
"I know Cynthia is still in there. Don't worry about it for now. I have some rather important things I plan on going over with you."
Morgan gulped and nodded shakily, fully retreating into his room and shutting the door. Chrom imagined he was bidding his farewell to Cynthia.
Eventually Morgan exited his room, closing his door in such a manner that it was impossible for Chrom or little Lucina to get a good view of the inside.
"So, what's the plan, Father?" Morgan asked, looking a little better.
Chrom crossed his arms, staring intently at his son.
"Do you love her?"
Morgan's eyes widened as he took several steps backwards, his back bumping into the door of his room.
"E-excuse me!?"
"Your father asked you a question, Morgan."
Lucina blinked, watching the two exchange words curiously. This conversation was way over her head, but she heard the word love. That must mean something good.
"I-I mean..."
"Do you?"
Morgan tilted his head down, his voice barely a whisper.
"Yes."
Chrom smiled. "Good. Then we're going into town."
Morgan lifted his head, staring dumbly at his father. "Huh?"
"You heard me. We're going ring shopping."
"R-r-r-r-r-ring shopping!?"
"Yep," Chrom answered, placing a hand on Morgan's shoulder. "We're going to pick out an engagement ring. Don't you think it's time, son?"
The big words still went over Lucina's head, but she knew she heard the word 'ring.' That was enough.
"Yay!"
Lucina jumped up and down in a circle, giggling madly.
Morgan looked uncertain for a second, but he nodded to his father's words.
"Alright. So we are."
"Good man," Chrom grinned and tousled his son's hair. "Now let's get going. We have some shopping to do."
Morgan nodded, but still seemed somewhat unsure. Cynthia was still in his room after all... but after a moment's thought, he followed his father and younger sister down the hallway.
Chrom gripped Lucina's little hand in his, leading her down the hallway and out of the palace.
"So, we're going jewelry shopping?" Lucina asked hopefully.
"Yes we are, little princess."
Lucina kicked at the floor sheepishly as she walked, then looked up to her father with wide, innocent eyes.
"Does that mean I can get something?"
Chrom glanced down at his youngest daughter, a smile tugging at his lips.
"...No."
"Wha- Why not!?"
"You have enough stuff as it is, sweetie," Chrom replied, patting the top of her head.
"N-no I don't! I could always use more stuff!"
"No means no, Lucina."
"Hmph," Lucina retracted her hand, puffing out her cheeks as she pouted.
Morgan snickered at the two's exchange, feeling his spirits lift. His father was being surprisingly cool about this situation. He was expecting to get reamed out, but instead his father had been understanding, and even pushed him to do the right thing.
It was nice. It was times like these that made him feel guilty that he couldn't remember his past.
"So, where is this shop we're going to Father?"
"A nice little jewelry store down in the market," Chrom answered, taking Lucina's little hand back in his. "It's actually where I got my engagement ring for your mother."
"Really?" Morgan asked, his interest piqued. "But, you and Mother got married right after the war with Plegia, right? How did you have time to get that ring?"
"When we briefly came back to Ylisstol before heading out against Gangrel, I was able to stop by and pick it up."
"But... that means that you only knew Mother for a few months, right?"
"That's right," Chrom grinned and glanced at his son. "There are some things that are a certainty in this world, son. My love for your mother is one of those things."
Morgan smiled brightly and continued walking beside his father, his smile faltering for a second when another thought struck him.
"You know, now that I think about it, I don't think I ever heard about how you proposed to Mother."
"Really? I thought we would have told you by now?"
"Nope," Morgan shook his head. "I don't think you have."
"Oh!" Lucina's head perked up. "I wanna hear it!"
"Do you now, little princess?"
"Yeah!"
"Well, I suppose I could tell it while we walk. It was five years ago, on the night before our final confrontation with Gangrel..."
Five years ago...
Chrom stood outside of the war tent, shuffling his feet nervously. He knew what awaited him on the inside, but he steeled his nerves. Tomorrow was the big day. They'd meet Gangrel on the battlefield. The end of the war was at hand.
But it wasn't finished yet for the lord. He still had one very, very important piece of business to attend to.
He fumbled with the velvet box in his pocket, finding a surprising amount of comfort in touching its surface. Today, he'd either become the happiest man on the planet, or he'd be rejected. To him, that was a risk worth taking. If it meant being with the woman he loved, he'd always take that chance, even if he looked like a fool.
Chrom took a deep breath and entered the tent.
As expected, Robin stood at the opposite side, leaning over the map on the table in the center. Her long, white, luxurious hair fell across her face, causing Chrom's breath to catch in his throat. The way she chewed on her bottom lip as she thought, the way she occasionally ran a hand threw her hair, pushing it behind her ear, was absolutely breathtaking. This was Robin in her natural state. This was the Robin that Chrom had so easily fallen for.
Robin lifted her head from the map in front of her, finally noticing the lord standing at the entrance.
"Good afternoon, Chrom. What can I do for you?"
Chrom felt his mouth run dry. Why was this so difficult? They had already been through so much together. And seen...so much together. That was an odd thought for him. They had already seen each other naked twice on accident, so why was this so difficult? It was just a yes or no question. He could do this.
He could do this.
"Heh," Chrom chuckled nervously, scratching at the back of his head. "I was wondering if you would join me for lunch, that's all."
Robin blinked, tilting her head to the side. "But we already ate."
"Yeah, well, I was wondering if you wanted to join me for a snack."
Robin looked a little taken back from the question. She looked down to the map in front of her, then back to the lord.
"I guess I could go for a little food. Maybe it'll help clear my mind some."
Chrom smiled and nodded, outstretching his hand to her, palm face up.
Robin looked curiously at the hand as she walked towards him, but shrugged and accepted his gesture, placing her hand in his.
"So, Sir Prince, where are you taking me?"
Chrom chuckled and led Robin out of the tent and through their campsite, ignoring the curious gazes of several of the other Shepherds. However, he did meet Lissa's eyes, who gave him two thumbs up.
"You'll see," Chrom replied.
Robin quirked an eyebrow but didn't say anything more, allowing Chrom to lead her out of the camp and towards the grass plains on the outskirts of it.
It wasn't like the lord to be so mysterious like this.
Robin's eyes traveled from Chrom and to the clearing in front of her, her brow furrowing when she noticed something out of the ordinary.
"Horses?"
Two horses stood not thirty feet from them, one with saddle bags and the other pretty much bare other than its saddle.
"Yep," Chrom smirked at her and motioned to the horse without any bags. "After you."
Robin shrugged and walked to the horse nearest to her, mounting it and getting settled in the saddle.
"So, are you going to tell me where we're going to now?"
Chrom laughed and shook his head, mounting his own horse.
"Just follow me. I have a place in mind."
That was definitely strange. Chrom was usually pretty straightforward about these types of things, so this definitely was a change of pace.
"If you say so."
Chrom whipped his reigns and kicked his feet, sending his horse off in a gallop. Robin followed suit, making sure not to stray too far from him.
The scenery passed by like a blur, trees and other bits and pieces of nature flying by. Robin glanced around as they rode, trying to find anything that might give her a hint on where they were going to. So far, nothing was very telling. It's hard to tell where you're going when all you can use to identify the area are trees and grasslands.
And yet, Robin felt a strange familiarity with the lands. She knew she had been here before, but she just didn't know when or where.
Within an hour, Chrom had apparently reached the area that he had wanted. Without a word he dismounted, walking a few feet from his horse with a hand on his chin.
"Something wrong?" Robin asked, dismounting from her own horse.
"No, no," Chrom mumbled absently, staring intently at the grasslands before him. The clearing was pretty desolate, but a single, large willow tree stood in the distance.
"Let's see..."
Chrom pointed at the tree in the distance, then slowly moved his finger across the clearing, pointing at the specific spot he had in mind.
"This should be the place."
Robin watched curiously as Chrom walked back to his horse, opening the saddle bags and pulling out a blanket and a wicker basket.
"How very picnic of you," Robin joked, following Chrom close behind.
"I'm nothing if not cliché," Chrom replied with a grin of his own.
Placing the checkered blanket on the grass, Chrom placed down the basket, then sat down himself.
Robin followed suit, sitting down cross-legged across from him.
"So, let's see what we have here."
Robin reached out for the basket, opening it up and pulling out its contents.
"Two glasses and a bottle of wine?" Robin looked up from the basket and to Chrom. "This is your idea of a snack?"
"Don't worry, I brought something else."
"Really?" Robin searched through the basket once more, not seeing anything else. "I don't see anything, Chrom. What are you-"
Robin stopped in her tracks, raising an eyebrow at Chrom's very serious, very determined expression.
"Is something the matter?"
"Do you know where we are right now?" Chrom asked, ignoring her question.
"Hmmm?" Robin glanced around. The place felt familiar, but she just couldn't place her thumb on it. "No, I can't say I do."
"This," Chrom motioned to the land around them. "This is where we found you, lying in the grass, completely unconscious."
"You...you remembered exactly where you found me?"
"How could I not?" Chrom answered firmly, his eyes never leaving hers. "After all, it was the day that my life changed forever."
Robin blinked. This was certainly an unexpected turn in the conversation.
"W-what do you mean?"
Chrom exhaled slowly and looked out over the plains, thinking his words over carefully.
"I'm going to say what I feel, and I'm going to say it fast. So be ready."
"Uh... okay?"
Chrom took a deep breath, and then began to speak.
"Before I met you... my life was dull and lonely. Don't get me wrong, I would never trade away my life as a prince of Ylisse or my responsibilities, but there were times where I wished that I could just live a normal life. Everyone treated me as a prince, and never a man. They treaded softly around me, when I wanted them not to. They looked up to me, and not at me. Everything was handed to me, when I wanted to earn it with hard work and determination. That's partly why I started the Shepherds, so that I could do something worthwhile, compared to Emmeryn who gave her heart and soul to Ylisse. I had the Shepherds, but even they would occasionally forget that I was a normal person too. The only people that treated me as a person were my sisters...and then you."
"Chrom..."
"The day that we found you in this field, I knew, knew, that my life was going to change. I couldn't pinpoint as to why at the time, but I think I can now."
Chrom reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box. He moved from his seat, getting down on one knee and outstretching the velvet box towards Robin.
Robin gasped, placing a hand over her mouth, her eyes staring intently at the small box before her.
"Chrom!"
"I know this is sudden and I'm coming on like a wyvern in heat, but I'm going to do it anyways. I can't tell you what tomorrow might hold, but I can tell you one thing; I love you Robin, and deep down I think I always have."
Chrom slowly flipped the box open, revealing the engagement ring that was sitting inside, waiting for its chance to show.
"You are the wind at my back, the sword at my side, the heart in my chest, and I don't want to spend another day apart from you."
"Chrom... I... I..."
Now, she certainly had not expected this. Chrom, who could be somewhat dorky and awkward, was being anything but.
What her mind told her to say was that this was impossible. It was simply wrong. She was his tactician, and he was her general. It just wouldn't be right. Their first responsibility was to their soldiers they lead, not to each other. What would everyone say when they found out that the amnesiac chief tactician was getting hitched to the soon to be Exalt? It was wrong. It was unethical.
But, sometimes...sometimes the heart wins out over the head, and her heart had been screaming at her for months. How could it not? Chrom's face was what she saw when she woke up every morning, and what she saw every night as she fell asleep.
It didn't take her too long to decide what to say.
"...I love you, too."
"You... you do?"
"Yes," Robin felt her eyes begin to burn, the tears that had built there already beginning to blur her vision. She brought a hand up and wiped them away, as she didn't want anything to obscure her sight of the lord before her. "I do."
"So...does that mean...?"
"Yes, Chrom," Robin half laughed, half sobbed. "Yes, I will marry you, positions be damned."
"That's wonderful!"
Chrom pounced forwards, wrapping Robin in a bone breaking hug.
"Hahahaha! This is the best day of my life!"
Robin laughed as well, tightening her grip around Chrom. He felt right in her embrace, as if he was the missing piece to the puzzle that she had been searching for ever since she had awoke.
She might not know of her past, but she knew of her future, and it was already looking bright.
"Robin, listen to me," Chrom began and broke apart from their embrace. He brought a hand up and gently pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his hand lingering on his cheek. "Together, my love, we shall build a peaceful world, just you and me, and I couldn't ask for anything more."
Present...
"Wow," Morgan breathed. "I didn't know you were such a romantic, Father."
"You should write fairy tales, Daddy!"
"Heh," Chrom chuckled and tousled his young daughter's hair, his other hand resting on his son's shoulder. "Maybe I should."
"Do..." Morgan began uncertainly, shuffling his feet nervously. "Do you think you could give me some pointers on how to do it?"
Chrom smiled and patted his son's shoulder.
"I'd be honored, Morgan."
Author's Notes:
So there you have it!
Like I said, basically fluff and feels. Now, personally, I never hated Chrom/Robin's supports, but I didn't exactly love them. I love Chrobin, but their supports were kinda meh. So, as you see, I decided to write my own version of the S Support scene. I hope you liked it!
For the very first part, I actually came up with that idea from a post on the Reddit Fire Emblem sub. There was a very nice fanart that was made with the lyrics of that song, and it really tugged at my heartstrings, so I decided to use it in this chapter.
If you're curious about the song, it's called Lullaby for a Stormy Night, by Vienna Teng. It really is a beautiful song, so I advise you guys to check it out! When I hear the woman sing that song, I immediately think that that's what Lucina's singing voice would sound like. And if you're curious about the fanart, ask in the review and I'll shoot you a link! Since you can't copy and paste from here, it just seems easier that way.
In part two, we'll get to Robin and Lucina's day of fun! Oh, I wonder what they'll do!
Thanks for reading everyone, and thank you for your patience! I really want to kick these out faster, but since this is basically all just original content, I'm finding it harder to write these chapter than my other fics. But do not fear, I will not quit this fic any time soon. I have many chapters planned for the future.
Until next time!