A/N: hello! I managed to crawl out of the hole I've been playing Majora's Mask in since Friday. It's wonderful and does one of my favorite childhood games justice while also scaring me to death. I recommend it.

Requested by Abbadont~I keep stretching what actually happens to fit my angsty headcanons lol. I hope it's not too confusing! Italics are the parts of Chrom's story. I didn't want to put in a hundred line breaks. Enjoy, and if you have any more requests I would love them!

anything can change

ChromxRobin & family

bedtime storytelling.

Lucina let out a yawn, stretching her limbs upward as far as they would reach. Beside her, Robin laughed. "Are you tired already, Lucy?"

"Yes, Mother. I'm certain I don't recall being so impulsive as a child. Little Lucina wore me out today."

Chrom entered the bedroom, holding toddler Morgan in one arm, and holding Lucina's hand with the other. Both children's eyes drooped with sleepiness. "It seems Father would agree with me," Future Lucina said.

"Oh, they're children. You have four of them now, Chrom. Get used to it," Robin chided, holding her arms out to the little Lucina, who released Chrom's hands to climb the bed and stumble into her Mother's warm embrace.

"Besides, I hope to be a grandmother soon."

Robin's statement left both her daughter and her husband blushing, stuttering messes.

"I would hope not!" Chrom objected.

"Please, Mother..."

The Queen laughed softly. "Alright, I'm sorry. I suppose we waited two years, didn't we?"

Chrom nodded, before stretching in must the same way his daughter had and relaxing onto the bed next to her. Morgan was already asleep in his arms, and Lucina had made herself comfortable on Robin's shoulder.

"I've only been married a few months. I believe we have time," Lucina said.

"You think so, but suddenly, things change. Your memory is lost to a dragon from the future, someone you love is killed in battle, or you sacrifice yourself to kill said dragon."

When the other two gave her looks, Robin scowled. "What? I'm only saying, things change."

To take the subject off the still sore topic of her Mother's death, Lucina waved a hand to get their attention and said," I have never heard the tale of when my parents met. It may not be the same, but still, I would love to hear."

Both of them looked slightly relieved. "Of course we can tell you," Chrom agreed.

"Good. Oh, but Morgan would hate to miss out. I'll go retrieve him." She stood from her chair, but once she had the door opened, revealing an ashamed looking Morgan. "Sorry, I wanted to come in but it seemed like you guys were having a moment."

"Why did that stop you?" Robin asked, concern in her brown eyes, which Morgan avoided meeting altogether.

"I didn't want to ruin it by not remembering whatever it was." The sad look in his eyes had them all talking over one another to reassure him, but he waved it all off.

"Don't worry about me, tell the story!"

The married couple exchanged looks, and Robin breathed a deep sigh. "You do it."

"I'm no storyteller," Chrom protested.

"Well I'm your tactician. I know what's best."

"Sure. But I'll tell it anyway. I suppose it started when I found you in the field."

Robin agreed, and motioned for him to continue. With a deep breath, he began the story.

"Milord, this is foolhardy," Frederick pointed out.

"What would else would you have us do, pin her sleeping body to the ground with your lance?"

"Well..."

"Please tell me he wasn't really considering that," Robin interjected.

"Of course not. Maybe. Let me finish."

"Frederick!" Lissa shouted.

"My apologies, milady, but she wears the symbol of Plegia on her coat. Would it not be best to incapacitate her before she can cause anyone harm?"

"Does she look harmful to you, Frederick?"

"One can never know."

While they argued, Lissa poked the woman's forehead. "Hey, she's stirring!"

Chrom ran over, but the knight kept his distance.

"Hey, looks like you're awa-" he couldn't get the words out before she started screaming and thrashing, begging for something to get away from her.

Frederick barged in, trying his hardest to separate his charges from the wild stranger, but only managing to get a hold of Lissa, who punched at him for hindering her attempts to help. Chrom, meanwhile, had secured a hold on the woman's shoulders and was staring into her frightened doe-eyes.

"Calm yourself. We won't hurt you," he told her softly.

After a moment, she had stopped, and instead of pushing him away, she clung to him as if her life depended on it.

"Don't look at me like that, Lucina. I was afraid. From what I know now, Grima had just tried to force our union and ended up wiping my memory. I imagine being confronted by the avatar of a dragon hell-bent on using me was absolutely terrifying. Then I woke up with no memory to a pair of complete strangers, feeling only that terror."

"I meant nothing by it, Mother. It's just...different than what I expected. You're always so strong and composed," Lucina replied, looking ashamed.

"I guess we can't be strong all the time," Morgan commented. Robin nodded. Her fingers stroked the back of her sleeping daughter's head, and she was looking sleepy herself.

"That's pretty much it," Chrom said. "We fought bandits, she surprised Frederick by being competent in battle, and we decided to keep her."

"As if I were a stray kitten," his wife teased.

"Thank you so much for that," Lucina said, rising from her seat once more to kiss her Mother's cheek. "I'm glad I have you two."

"I'm glad you're here, Lucy. I'm glad you both decided to stay a while." Robin smiled happily at them. "I would hate to lose two of my babies."

Chrom nodded. "Telling our story reminded me of how far we've all come. We wouldn't want to say goodbye now."

Morgan beamed, but Lucina only gave a weak smile. She still had her doubts, but as their family always said, anything can change.