A/N: Inigo fluff for the wonderful NotSoGreatGamerGirl! Well, it started as fluff then turned into something else...It got a little out of hand. Someone take this pencil from meeee. I may have read your story and got the idea that you like jealous Inigo~hehe. Sorry that the ending is abrupt. But don't worry, I seem to have fallen in love with this pairing and plan to write more! (btw go read her Inigo stories they are superior to mine!) This sprang from my love of the beach DLC and my love of the actual beach. Too bad I live no where near one. :( Huge thank yoouu to everyone who reviewed/favorited! You are all lovely people. Have decent mondays, since you know, it is monday.

ocean battles

InigoxRobin, minor HenryxOlivia

Bikinis, a new mother, and an evil father.

Robin sighed contentedly. This was the vacation she needed, walking down the warm beach, hot sand squishing between her toes, holding her husband's hand.

"We should come back here with the baby," she thought aloud to him. Inigo laughed and brushed his hand over her stomach. Compared to the humid air, his skin was cool and it made her nerves shiver.

"Definitely. Meanwhile, I get to see my beautiful wife in her smallclothes all the time."

"Inigo! It's a bathing suit. For swimming." To accentuate her point, she smacked his arm lightly and they both laughed.

"Never thought I'd see you in anything less than that coat, bubbles. Looks good," Gaius, who was walking by with Owain, commented. He whistled, and even Owain looked red-faced.

When the two red-heads had gone, Inigo scowled and began digging through the bag he held. Robin raised an eyebrow when he lifted out her coat.

"I change my mind," he said, settling it on her shoulders. "You need to cover up."

Robin had to protest when he began to lace up the ties over her chest. "Inigo, no." She brushed his hands away and took the coat off. "I'm hot."

Brady walked by right after she said it, mumbled something that sounded like "Ya sure are", realized they probably heard him, blinked, and stepped into a much faster walk.

Inigo threw his hands up. "Seriously? Is everyone going to flirt with my wife today?!"

"Robin," a sultry voice called from out of nowhere. Tharja's head popped out of the sand. "I need you to slather my body with oil."

"Tharja? How did you even get there?" Robin asked.

"No time for questions. This is important."

"I...think I'll take that as my cue to exit." Inigo began to run off.

"Inigo, wait!"

She tripped in the sand just as she was catching up to him. With the grace of a dancer, Inigo spun in a tight circle at the last second and caught her in his arms. "Graceful as ever, I see," he grinned.

"You...you're not upset, are you?" Robin asked. She blew a stray white strand of hair from her eyes. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, love. It's...silly."

"You're jealous. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, it is a sign of insecurity."

"What?! I am not! Insecure, I mean."

"Then dance for me."

Inigo growled and backed away from her. "Fine, I concede to that point. But is it so wrong for me to want to be the only one who looks at you?"

"No, but I want you to trust me, as I trust you."

"Of course I trust you, darling. I apologize. It's just...upsetting."

Robin took his hands in hers, and stood on her toes to kiss his lips. "I know. Ignore them. Let's just have fun, okay? Also, I'm sorry for bringing up your dancing. That was rude of me."

"All is forgiven, love." He captured her lips with his, and they spent quite a few minutes wrapped up in each other.

Robin stretched out on her blanket and yawned. Being able to just lay in the sun and read was perhaps the greatest moment of her vacation. Besides spending it with Inigo, that is. Speaking of, he should have been lounging right beside her. She sat up to look around, and noticed him on the horizon, getting in some kind of splash war with Gerome, Owain, and Cynthia.

She was about to pick her book back up when she noticed a figure, shadowed by the sun's glare.

"Hello, Robin. May I sit?" It was Oliva, wearing one of the bathing suits just like Robin, only hers was a gossamer black that flowed and covered more of her middle. "Of course. You look amazing, by the way."

The dancer blushed, and sat down on the edge of Robin's towel. "I wanted to thank you."

"For what?"

"For making Inigo so happy. He was...much like his father when we first met him. His smiles weren't real."

Robin smiled. "He makes me very happy as well. I love him," she said. In response, Olivia leaned over and wrapped her in a tight hug.

"You're sad about something, Robin. I've had much experience with fake happiness. Please, if something is bothering you, tell him."

Unbidden, the sound of Validar's laughter rang in her mind. Imagined scenes of her death at Lucina's hands flashed across her memory.

"I will, Olivia."

Oliva pulled back, and twisted her hands in her lap, suddenly blushing again. "I-If you don't mind...I mean, I wouldn't mind...if you called me...mother."

To reassure her, Robin smiled. "I would love to, mother."

"Good." Her new mother put a hand on her cheek in farewell, and left, leaving Robin to her thoughts.

After a while, the warmth of the sun coaxed Robin to sleep. Dreams of Validar and the mark on her hand tormented her until she awoke. Still hazy, she blinked into the sun and saw a shadowed figure standing above her. "Inigo? It isn't time to leave is it? I haven't got to swim yet!"

The figure let out a low moan, and raised what looked like a hand. Robin's heart began to beat faster as she put a hand over her eyes and realized. A monster towered over her, its patchwork skin bleeding purple ooze, and its black eyes empty.

She was barely able to stumble away as its claws smashed into the ground where she had been laying. A scream tore her throat. "Leave me alone!" Instinctively, she wrapped her arms over her middle and ran across the sand. The Risen gave chase, crawling its way toward her.

All around them, a battle was raging. Risen on wyverns attacked from the ocean, and all different types assaulted them on land. Robin's thoughts spun out of control. Her weapons were back in the bag...that she'd left at her spot, and there was currently an enemy between here and there...

She stumbled, and fell to the ground. The Risen caught up to her. It's stitched mouth stretched, and it raised its arm again. She shut her eyes and waited for the blow, but instead heard it screaming. When she peaked, a familiar man stood between her and the Risen. It evaporated, and Inigo turned to her.

"Robin! Love, are you hurt?" He pulled her to him, pressing her face to his chest as if she were a lost child. "I'm so sorry. I went too far away from you and then the Risen attacked, and when I came back you were gone...I'm so sorry. I don't know...how could I live with myself if I failed to protect you?" She felt his tears falling on the top of her head.

Guilt threatened to crush her. "No! This is my fault! Everything is...I am to blame."

Inigo pushed her back by her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "Robin, what are you talking about?"

"This!" She cried, showing him the back of her hand. "I am cursed! This things follow me wherever I go. They hurt the people I love. I'll never get away from them. You should leave me somewhere to die, Inigo, before someone else does!"

The talk with Oliva had started this, and suddenly all her emotions were pouring out. Inigo's expression crushed her the most. His eyes were wild with fear.

"Don't ever say that. Just..don't. We love you, Robin, and we'll find a way to fight this, because I am not letting you go. What kind of man could just leave his wife and child to... for any reason?"

By this point, several Risen had noticed them, and it was no longer safe. "We'll continue this discussion later, but for now we have to fight. Can you do that?"

She nodded, wiping her tears. He handed her the tome and sword he'd retrieved, and they had no more time to think before the enemy was on them.

"I will set this right, at least."