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Robin always kept herself covered up. She never took off that massive coat of hers, usually kept the hood up, and always wore gloves. It was a shame really, Chrom knew she was incredibly beautiful to look at, but perhaps that was the point. Whenever Robin lowered her hood people would stare, and the less mature of them would immediately try to make advances on her.
That's why Chorm was honored that she felt safe enough to keep her hood off around him. It only happened when they were alone, usually while talking tactics or when they both did paperwork. At those times though, Chrom had to force himself not to look at her. They often had conversations where the prince stared at the wall just beside her head rather than looking her in the eye. If he did look her in the eye for too long Chrom knew he would start to feel an urge to touch her, and he didn't want to make his friend uncomfortable.
He didn't know why it happened, but it wasn't just him. Chrom had seen Robin pry secrets out of a councilman once. The man had stared into her eyes the entire time; his usual eloquent words had devolved into a flustered stammer, and when he'd started to hold back information Robin had laid a hand on his shoulder and he spilled everything.
It was unnerving how easily Robin could manipulate someone just by showing her face, or by a touch even with those gloves on. Chrom trusted her though, she was always conscious of when he started to lose his train of thought and would pull up her hood for a minute so he could regain focus.
Because he couldn't look at her for too long Chrom had never studied her face. He knew she had long, straight, waist-length silver hair that was usually hidden in her coat, her eyes were a soft red, she had full, puffy lips, and her skin was pale. Chrom couldn't remember her face beyond those general details though. Studying her would always lead to staring, and he was trying not to do that.
She was taller than him by about a head and a half, putting her on par with Frederick. Chrom couldn't guess her build, he'd never seen her without the coat.
When they'd first met Frederick had been suspicious of her. However Robin had soothed him (and Chrom and Lissa as well) with an alluring voice that made your head tingle pleasantly. It was no surprise Robin rarely spoke for the same reason she didn't show her face. The pleasant tingle wears off quickly, and Frederick had been even more suspicious after that.
Robin did use her alluring appearance for something though. She acted as a soft interrogator, often speaking to high-ranking people and getting them to spill their secrets. If there was anything suspicious, Robin would question them on that. She only forced them to reveal everything they knew if she thought they were doing something wrong, she didn't like intruding on privacy too much.
Robin was also Chrom's friend. One of Chrom's many friends to be fair, but Chrom knew he was Robin's only friend so he went out of his way to visit her daily. This usually took the form of tactics meetings or having her look over a particularly complicated set of papers for him (as she was much better with catching the small details) but even if he didn't have a good reason Chrom made it his job to talk to her.
That is what was happening right now. Chrom didn't have a good reason to visit, but he was determined to do it anyways.
"Just pretend you thought there was a tactics meeting today." Chrom told himself, and then grimaces. "Gods, I can't just say I'm visiting her like a normal person. Maybe it's just because it's Robin, but that makes me sound like I'm making excuses to be around her, and that's slightly creepy…"
If this were Sully or Sumia no one would question it, but Robin's attractive appearance made innocuous actions look like excuses. He could imagine Vaike accusing him of trying to 'cozy up' to Robin by visiting her.
Well, Vaike would probably say 'good on ya for getting a girl!' but that is besides the point.
Chrom reaches her door, quickly makes sure he looks presentable, and knocks twice. He hears footsteps behind it, and the door creaks open slightly to show Robin's covered form.
"Chrom." She says softly, her low voice is pleasing on the ears. "What is it?"
Tactics meeting or be genuine? Not suspicious or honesty? "I… had some spare time, so I came to visit."
"Oh." He can't see her face, and her voice doesn't give much away about what she's thinking.
"I mean, if you're busy I can just-"
"No, I'm not." Robin says.
"Ah right, well…" Chrom scrambles for something to say. "I'm mostly just checking on you. I know you spend a lot of time alone so…"
"I'm fine Chrom."
"Well, good, uh…"
"Did you have a plan Chrom?" He thinks she sounds amused.
"No" He admits sheepishly. "I just didn't want you to be alone in your room all day."
There's a pause for a moment, and Chrom doesn't know what she's thinking. He can't see her face. Slowly she pulls down her hood, giving him a glimpse of her alluring appearance before he politely averts his gaze. "I have an idea then. Have you ever played chess?"
Needless to say Robin decimates him, but it's an enjoyable afternoon for the both of them.
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One day Chrom wakes up with a hole in his memory. He's in the infirmary, and when the nurse realizes he's awake she quickly calls for the doctor.
The man tells him that he was unconscious, supposedly hit by dark magic.
Frederick, who is the first one to visit along with Lissa, tells him more. There was an attack on the castle. Assassins. Frederick was standing guard over Lissa and Maribelle when they struck, and protected the two of them. Chrom was with Robin, and all Frederick knows is that Chrom was unconscious when Robin brought him here and that they had found the assassin dead with a sword wound on his chest. Oddly, the man was emancipated like a famine victim.
Chrom has no memory of the incident. One moment he was talking tactics in the war room, the next he was here in the infirmary. The doctor tells him he that he has no visible wounds, and that heal staves did nothing. The spell, if it truly was such a thing, was non-lethal. A sleep spell maybe.
Chom is suspicious. An assassin using a sleep spell? That seems counter-intuitive.
The moment he is allowed out of the infirmary Chrom goes to find Robin. It isn't hard, she actually came to find him after hearing he was awake. They run into each other in a hallway.
"You're up!" Robin sounds relieved. "Are you feeling alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine." He nods. "I came to ask you about what happened. I can't seem to remember anything."
"The assassin jumped us in the war room and hit you with a spell. I stabbed him through the chest and rushed you to the infirmary." She says simply.
"I owe you my life." Chrom says.
He can't tell what her expression is, as it's being hidden under the hood. "We're equal now. You gave me a life after being found on that field, and I gave you your life by saving it."
That seems fair." Chrom agrees. Without thinking, he holds out a hand. "Thank you."
Robin tentatively shakes it. Despite the glove her touch sends a small shock up his arm, Chrom remembers why he shouldn't touch her and hastily pulls back, apologizing.
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Robin doesn't like camping. One or two nights isn't too bad, but after extended marches she starts to get anxious. When they get back to a town she always disappears, doing… something. Just like back at Ylisstol when she vanishes for an evening, Robin vanishes for a few hours before returning.
When the Shepherds go to visit Ferox, they travel for two weeks weeks with only quick stops for resupply. Robin grows increasingly restless, doing things she usually wouldn't. She starts eating more at meals, training constantly, and never has time to talk to with anyone outside of tactics.
Chrom recognizes this sort of behaviour. It's what Sully does when she's nervous, she distracts herself with training, work, and generally anything that can grab her attention. Robin is doing the exact same thing.
One afternoon Chrom decided to put a stop to it. This behaviour isn't healthy. He decides he'll talk to Robin that night; alone so she doesn't have to worry about the judgement of others. A talk, one friend to another.
He wakes up next morning with no idea what happened that night. He remembers going to find Robin, and then nothing. Robin returns to normal that morning, and shows no signs of anxiousness for the rest of the march. Chrom is confused, but as long as Robin is fine he won't question it.
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Ever since that march to Ferox Chrom has noticed that Robin has become much more comfortable around him. When they're alone she is quick to pull off her hood and doesn't hold back from speaking. Chrom is finding it increasingly hard not to stare or get lost in her voice, but is glad for her friendship.
One day while they discuss tactics, Robin puts her hand on his shoulder to grab his attention and points to a place on the map. The point she makes is mostly irrelevant, Chrom knows from the way she stares at him that this is a test. She's seeing how he reacts to her touch.
In truth the longer her hand stays on his shoulder, the less Chrom can focus. It's not as bad as looking at her but distracting nonetheless. He hides this the best he can, not wanting Robin to feel she can't engage in basic contact.
Eventually he loses focus, but Robin seems satisfied with the result. It embaresses Chrom to think that he can lose focus on something as important as tactics just because of someone's gloved hand resting on his shoulders for two minutes.
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"So boss? What we gonna do with 'im?" The ruffian grunts, kicking Chrom in the side. The blue-haired boy doesn't have the energy to glare, and takes the hit silently.
They were ambushed. The brigands struck at night, and it was only because of Gaius' keen eyes that they were ready on time. The camp was still in chaos, but with everyone in armor they stood a marginal chance of fighting back.
Frederick had been glorious, cutting through three men at a time to try and reach Chrom. The prince, however, had yelled at him to get save Lissa, and through gritted teeth the knight had complied.
Chrom had been overwhelmed by the sheer number of foes. A solid smash to the back of the head had taken him down, and even now he could feel the throbbing headache.
"Gangrel wants 'im in one piece." The oldest brigand (grey hair, peg-leg, deep voice) says. "Don't kick the boy. He looks like he might fall o'er already."
The prince wasn't sure where he was now; this campsite in the woods might be anywhere.
"He deserves a good kick." Another bringand, a girl, barks. "Damn boy killed Johnathan."
"Randle too." The ruffian guarding Chrom growls.
"That's the nature o' war kids." The old brigand sighs, sounding tired. "Not everyone gets through. We won't get paid if he's broken, so hold yerselves back."
The brigands clearly don't like that, but they don't touch Chrom. Day breaks, and they travel a little. However the night time raid means they need some sleep, and the brigands stop to nap around noon. One man stays awake to guard Chrom right in the center of camp.
Chrom isn't sure how long he waits, but a noise in the brush eventually catches his (and the guard's) attention. The prince was expecting the full might of the Shepherds, but instead one solitary figure walks through the trees.
"What the-" The guard starts.
"Shh…" The figure purrs, bringing a pale finger up to their lips. Chrom notices the purple mark on the back of their hand denoting them as Grimleal. "Don't wake your friends." The voice is clearly Robin's which catches Chrom off guard. He didn't know about that mark.
"Wh-Who are you?" The guard asks in a hushed voice.
"An admirer…" Robin lies, pulling down her hood. The guard shapely breaths in, looking the girl up and down. "I've been watching you."
The lie is obvious, but the combination of flattery and Robin's unnatural allure works perfectly. She steps forward, hoping to get close, but the guard has enough presence of mind to react.
"St-Stop." He stammers, holding up his axe. "I'm sorry lady, but I got orders."
Robin's mouth puckers into a frown. "You don't want me?"
Chrom blinks in shock with how forward Robin is being. He doesn't like the idea of this brigand getting his fingers on Chrom's teammate. If it gets him free though…
"I-I..." The man stutters.
Robin decides to pull her trump card, and slowly, sensually, unbuttons her coat. In truth the outfit below is far from the most revealing thing Chorm has seen, Dancers show more skin, but the effect is still devastating.
The main body of her outfit is actually a unitard with a chest window (Chrom looks away the instant he notices that) and long boots that go all the way up her legs and leave an inch of skin open at her hips. At this point Chrom also realizes that her gloves are probably the same though she isn't wearing them at the moment. The material isn't sheer, but a thick fabric similar to Chrom's shirt.
The brigand stares, obvious lust in his eyes as Robin slowly sahsays forwards. As soon as she's close enough she extends her hands invitingly, pucking her lips.
Chrom always knew Robin had powers of manipulation, but he never realized until now how easily she could overwhelm someone if she wanted to. Even Chrom can't look away from her, eyes fixed on her face.
The brigand drops his axe, grabbing Robin into a forceful kiss… and then his muscles freeze and his eyes go wide.
The pleasant buzz in Chrom's head isn't enough to block out his horror as he watches the man's skin grow sallow and gaunt. Robin's red eyes glow as she catches the man's limp body and she pushes her lips harder against his, drinking the life from him.
Eventually Robin releases him and the man collapses to the floor. His eyes are glazed over, clearly dead, and Chrom can see the bones pushed against his taunt skin. The prince doesn't know much about demons, but he's heard tales of succubi before and he realizes now that Robin fits that definition to a T.
Chrom still can't look away when Robin's eyes finally meet his.
"Sorry you had to see that Chrom." The girl apologizes, kneeling down next to him. She pulls out her iron sword and cuts his bonds, then helps him to his feet. The touch of her skin on his sends a shudder up his body.
"Y-You're-"
"Shh…" Robin soothes. She snakes a hand behind his head and pulls him towards her. "Don't worry. You won't remember this…"
"What?" Chrom says, too weak to push back. He doesn't want to forget, despite his fear he trust Robin, she's his friend, she shouldn't have to hide this. "Robin?!"
"Thanks for all you do Chrom." She whispers, coming nose-to-nose with him. "And thank you for the meal during the march to Ferox, though I suppose you don't remember that either."
That explains the blank spot in his memory. She must have 'drank' from him and wiped his memory that night.
"Now sleep." The girl breathes, and pushes her mouth against his. Chrom tries to fight, but the paralysis is instant. His mind starts to go fuzzy, a feeling of comfort overwrites his fear, and he quickly falls limp like the guard. The pleasant softness of the kiss numbs his headache, and quickly lulls Chrom into relaxation. As his vision fades into nothingness, Chrom's last thought is to regret Robin doesn't feel safe enough to let him know this.
###
"Yes."
Chrom blinked, positive he was hearing things. "Really?"
"Of course."
Chrom was in shock. He wasn't actually expecting Robin to accept. She rarely showed her face around other Shepherds much less people she didn't like, but she had just agreed to go to to the party Emmeryn had organized with him.
It was a party to 'encourage good relations' between council members and Chrom was 'encouraged' to attend. Going didn't require a date, but Chrom wasn't going to attend this thing without someone there to keep him sane. Maybe it was selfish, but Chrom could only socialize with uptight, self-centered nobles for so long without going crazy.
"I- Well- Thank you." Chrom stammers.
"You sound like you expected me to refuse."
"I did." The prince admits. "I know you usually don't like showing your face to strangers…"
"Maybe, but I'll be going with you." The girl murmurs. "Besides, who knows what I'll get out of the council?"
Ah, right. Chrom had almost forgotten her talent for manipulation and prying information out of people. "Well don't embarrass too many people, you don't want enemies."
"I'll try."
Chrom barely pays the party any mind until the actual date. When he's going to get Robin though, the thought crosses his mind that he never mentioned the dress code. He supposes that her normal coat is enough, but berates his stupidity.
He knocks on her door, quickly checking his appearance. He feels a bit stupid in his blue overcoat and lighter tunic, but the formal dress code means that he can't wear his usual attire. Robin opens the door, and Chrom temporarily forgets how to breath.
It's not that her outfit is particularly attractive, it's just the way Robin fills it out. It's not the usual fashion of an elaborate dress with lots of ruffles, but a tight purple silk dress with a very low neckline and an ornate black shawl to cover up with.
Chrom can also tell with certainty that Robin is not willowy and thin. Thick hips and a large bust fill out the dress. All of what would usually be hidden under her coat is now on display.
"Chrom." Robin says, poking him in the nose.
The prince tears his eyes off the dress. "Gods, sorry Robin."
"I expected it, no worries." Robin reassures. Chrom also realizes that she won't have anything covering her face. This is going to be difficult… but Robin's company is well worth it.
She also isn't wearing gloves, and the touch sparks Chrom's nerves while he leads her to the main hall. As they're walking, Chrom absently notes how he doubts anyone else could have gotten her company for the night. It makes him feel special, as if they're close.
At the party, Robin attracts a lot of attention. Noblemen, single and otherwise, eye her the entire time. Some openly lick their lips, and others have the audacity to ask her for her company despite it being very obvious that she's here with Chrom. Others politely ask for a dance, which Robin refuses.
Chrom politely greets and speaks with the council members as they approach, but is always relieved when they leave. Sometimes Robin bails him out of particularly long conversations (for which Chrom is immensely thankful) by pressing herself posessively into his side and dragging him away. To others she must look like a lustful girl monopolizing the prince's time, but Chrom knows better.
Chrom would be lying if he didn't say it was incredibly distracting though.
He also notices how none of the younger noble girls are approaching him, and their mothers tend to glare at Robin. Chrom forgot about his suitors entirely until now, he never gave them any consideration anyways.
Emmeryn is overjoyed that he brought someone along with him, and Chrom has to quickly explain that Robin is here just to make the whole ordeal more bearable. Emm requests to speak with Robin for a few minutes and Chrom, for the first time that night, is pestered with requests to dance from the younger ladies of the court.
He is thankful when Robin returns, and shocked when she asked him for a dance herself. Aware of the jealous gazes but not really caring, Chrom agrees, and goes through the single most distracting dance he's ever dealt with.
It's not that Robin doesn't know what she's doing, she's surprisingly competent, but just like when she drags him away from conversations the girl has mashed her body up against his. Her shawl is draped over a chair somewhere giving Chrom an unobstructed view of her cleavage. Her taller stature doesn't help matters.
He, of course, tries to focus on her face. That poses it's own problems though, as they are nose to nose and her full puffy lips are only an inch away.
Chrom has no idea if this is intentional on her part or if it's just the way she learned to dance, but he's having trouble keeping his composure. Chrom is breathing heavy and struggling not to let his arousal show, but Robin is as calm and composed as ever.
The dance finally ends, and Chrom shakily moves back to his chair. Robin looks pleased as she sits next to him, and Chrom can see Emmeryn smiling at him from across the room.
Chrom didn't think Robin would agree to dance, much less ask him. He expected her to be wary of physical contact, but she'd been fine with her very close style of waltz.
Chrom also realized after the fact that he hadn't been leading the dance, Robin had been the one swinging them around. He probably looked stupid with a massive blush on his face while Robin did all the work.
Dinner was much less exciting and Chrom was thankful for that, it gave him time to recover. He and Robin sat next to Emmeryn, and Chrom sampled the large selection of pastries. Robin went straight for the meats and hummed whenever a particularly tasty forkful passed her lips.
The prince was glad she was enjoying this. Robin rarely spent time outside the barracks that wasn't devoted to fighting, so he was relieved she found something to like here. Admittedly it hadn't been his intent, but it was a nice result nonetheless. It was like she was a completely different person after that talk with Emmeryn though. Chrom wondered what she'd said to the girl.
The dancing music didn't return after dinner due to everyone being full. Many people tried to speak with Chrom and Robin, and they both entertained the nobles for as long as they could bear.
The later the night got the more drunk the guests were. Men started to make inappropriate advances on Robin, and she and Chrom quickly decided they should leave. They fled the party, bidding a quick goodbye to Emmeryn who nodded her understanding and gave Robin a small wink.
Chrom escorts Robin back to the barracks with his arm through hers. At her door, he politely says goodnight. The tactician rewards him with a light kiss that weakens his knees. Chrom hastily leaves after that, not able to keep his composure.
###
Robin's behaviour towards Chrom persists after the party. In public she is reserved as usual, but when they are alone Robin starts to be more touchy. When showing him something on a map she often puts a hand on his shoulder and points with the other hand, and she sometimes discards her coat on particularly warm days.
Chrom is glad she's comfortable around him, but it's horribly distracting. He knows that she is aware of her powers, so she must know what effect she's having on him. She's tolerant of his occasional stumbles, and even seems to find amusement in them. His occasional stares are similarly allowed, and Robin doesn't always act immediately to bring back his focus.
If Chrom isn't imagining things, he also thinks she has begun to flirt with him. She brushes up against him sometimes, and starts to seek him out rather than the other way around.
But there is something strange that comes with Robin's attentions. Blank spots start to appear in Chrom's memory, usually near the evening. Sometimes the prince can't remember how he got back to his room, or Robin will wake Chrom up in the war room with him having no memory of an entire meeting that supposedly happened.
Chrom's sporadic memory starts to frighten him, and he consults with Miriel. She tells him in no uncertain terms that his memories are not gone, but merely suppressed. The question quickly becomes 'what is suppressing my memories?' which is something Miriel can't answer. Chrom is, however, perfectly healthy despite that.
The prince doesn't want to admit it, but he has a theory about his memory. Robin. Chrom has been spending some time in the library since he met her all those months ago, he is looking through historical records and compendiums on known humanoid races to find evidence of her abilities.
He's found only one that meets her description. Succubi have more powers than what Robin has showcased, but otherwise fit her abilities perfectly: physically attractive to the extreme, naturally drawing and keeping attention (regardless of their own volition), alluring voices, touches that slowly numb your muscles and muddle your thoughts (again, out of their control), and a variety of abilities tied to a kiss including, but not limited to: energy siphoning, energy gifting, reducing pain, forcing truth, inducing paralysis, sleep, or comas, memory blocking, and mind control. All of said things could also be done through adult activities for further power.
Those abilities fit Robin so well. It explained why looking at her seemed to trap you into staring, it explained why she covered up so much (to reduce the effects and avoid physical contact), and it also explained the gaps in Chrom's memory.
Chrom assumed, hesitantly, that he either stumbled in on her using a recognizable power, or she was feeding on him. He guessed the latter based on how frequent his blackouts were now.
So one night, Chrom went to Robin's room determined to confront her. He wasn't going to kick her out, wasn't going to hurt her. He came unarmed for just that reason. He just wanted her to trust him, just wanted his memory. Chrom didn't care what she was, and she shouldn't have to hide it from him.
Knocking at her door was nerve-wracking, and Chrom's heart pounded in his chest. The door opened and Robin greeted him as usual. She didn't sense anything off. He asked to be let in, she agreed, and he sat on a spare chair in the corner.
"Robin." He says slowly, hands clenching and unclenching in his lap. He watches as she sits on her bed, discarding her cloak. "I have something to ask you…"
"What?" Her familiar red eyes meet his, gentle and inviting.
"You…" Chrom's throat is dry, but he forces it out. "Are a succubus, right?"
Robin freezes, her eyes widening. The prince rushes to explain.
"I was doing some research and found this book." Chrom babbles. "It was about different human-like things, and one of them was a succubus, and I realized it fit your powers really well and… and the memory loss I've been having."
"You know..."
"Well now that you confirmed-"
Robin lunges forwards, her arms snapping around Chrom's body as her weight knocks over the chair. He's on the ground with the girl looming over him, a frantic look in her eyes. "Sorry Chrom, I can't have you knowing."
"Wh- No!" Chrom shouts, struggling to push her off. He's strong, but Robin quickly pushes her mouth against each arm, paralyzing them. "Robin! I'm not here to threaten you!
"Gods, how much am I going to have to block?" Robin says to herself, pulling them upright. Chrom's face is shoved into her chest (seemingly an intentional act to subdue him further), and the haze starts to take over his mind. "A day? A week? Gods, please not a week."
"Robin!"
"I'm so sorry Chrom, I have to keep myself safe." She says, hugging him tightly. Her skin pressing against his starts to relax his muscles to the point they don't respond. "I can't have anyone knowing, especially not you. I like you."
That sends a pang through Chrom's heart. She feels a need to hide because she likes him? What does she think he's going to do if he knows? Out of half-numb lips he gasps: "Like. You. Too."
He can't see her face, but he can feel the sob that shudders through her. "Gods Chrom, you're making this hard…"
The prince is surprised when he's placed on the bed; half paralyzed, all numb. He fights to move as Robin rapidly paces.
"How do I do this?" The girl asks herself. "A day? Then longer if he comes back? No, no, he might expect me to do it then, he'll figure out I wiped his memory. It would be safer just to erase a lot… but I don't want to hurt him. He needs those memories."
Chrom is trying to move. His arms are still paralyzed from the kisses, so he focuses on his jaw. Talking is the best move he has right now, he needs something that might calm her down or at least convince her to listen. He can't form full sentences, but he doesn't need to. "Trust. You."
"What?" Robin looms over him. Her silvery hair pools in his face, but she brushes it off him. Her eyes have tears. "How can you trust me? I block your memories all the time!"
"Friends, right?" Chrom coughs, his throat finally starting to work properly. "I always trusted you. Even now."
"Fuck." Robin curses, still crying. She drops down to her knees, planting her face into she sheets next to the prince. "Fuuuck."
"I didn't bring Falchion, because I didn't want you to feel threatened." Chrom explains, seeing a moment to present his case. The feeling is starting to return to his fingers. "I just want to talk, to understand. You're not being kicked out, I'm not exposing you. No one else knows."
Robin's head tilts up, and she looks him in the eye. "You're not lying?"
"I'm not. You're welcome to test me if you want." Chrom says firmly, remembering that she can force him to tell the truth.
"You know about that too?"
"I also know you can mind control." The prince admits. "The book told me a lot."
"I didn't know I could mind control." She mumbles. "Maybe I'll have to look at that book too."
Seeing her calm, Chrom takes a risk. "So are we good? No memory wiping?"
"A-Alright." Robin says with a shuddering breath. "And… and I'll give back your other memories."
Chrom holds back his excitement as the girl lowers her head towards his. Her soft lips make him shudder, and his thoughts grow hazy again. The actual kiss is only a few seconds, but Chrom can't properly focus for at least a minute. When he finally does though, he remembers.
He remembers way back during the trip to Ferox. He cornered her in her tent, asking what was wrong and why she looked so ill. He offered to help somehow, and she had immediately jumped him. Afterwards (once he could form coherent words) they had talked in low tones, and Robin had soberly told him that she was going to block his memories. Chrom had tried to talk her out of it, but she refused. In the end he had told her, despite knowing he wouldn't remember, that she was always welcome to feed from him if she needed to.
She had kissed him again and he'd fallen asleep.
The next important time was the assassination. The assassin hadn't even gotten to Chrom, he had turned around at a noise to see Robin pinning the man to the floor with her mouth over his. Before Chrom's eyes the man had his life drained, reducing the assassin to a shriveled corpse. When he went to help her up, Robin had pulled his face to hers and he'd blacked out.
He remembered when he was captured by bandits, and how Robin had killed the guard before gently putting him to sleep.
The other times were all negligible (and all recent too); small feedings here and there, always with Robin asking if he had anything to do for the next few hours. The meetings he supposedly missed were all fake, a trick to get him alone so she could feed.
"Why?" Chrom asks. "Why are you feeding on me so often recently?"
"Well…" Robin seems embarrassed. "Because I don't like the others I feed on. It's usually some drunk at a bar who won't make a fuss about not remembering the last night. You're much more pleasant, but I have to put in more work to hide it."
"Had to put in more work." Chrom corrects. "You don't need to anymore, and that doesn't explain why you suddenly switched to me."
"We were getting closer." She mumbles. "It felt wrong to go around kissing others, so I changed to you."
"Ah." Chrom goes a bit red in the cheeks at that. "Well, uh, if it's any consolation, from what I can remember it was rather enjoyable."
"I'd hope so." Robin sighs. "So… what now? Do I have to go back to feeding from drunks?"
"No! I- uh- I mean if you don't mind me knowing about it." Chrom coughs. "You can keep feeding from me."
"I don't mind." She mumbles. "But… that means you'll be kissing me pretty often. Once a week at minimum."
"It's not like I have any suitors I care about offending." The prince reassures her. "I mean, uh… unless you count."
"So you aren't oblivious…" Robin sighs in relief.
"I noticed, I was just cautious." Chrom coughs. "I wanted to sort out my memory loss before I did anything."
"Did anything?" Robin asks, a smile crossing her face. "Like what?"
"Er…" Chrom mumbles, embarrassed. "Flirt back…"
He's expecting her to tease him for his awkwardness, but her smile just gets wider. "Chrom."
"Yes?"
"I haven't fed in a few days…" Robin murmurs, grabbing the front of his shirt. Her red eyes sparkle in the candlelight and her soft lips pucker invitingly. "You're not busy, are you?"
###
The war with Plegia is over, and Ylisse rejoices. The news is swiftly accompanied by the news of a royal wedding, something possible now that peace reigns. The crown prince Chrom is marrying a plegian tactician by the name of Robin who helped to defeat Gangrel, and was responsible for many vital strategies during wartime.
Everyone else is excited, but Chrom is panicking. Everyone can see it, but Chrom refuses to tell them why. They poke and prod, but only at the last minute does Emmeryn (and only Emmeryn) learn what.
"You know Robin is a succubus, right?"
"Yes. You both told me months ago."
"Well I can't kiss her for more than a few minutes without collapsing-"
"Oh my."
"-which isn't really my problem." Chrom rambles, face flushed. "It's just..."
"Just…?"
"Er… after the wedding I'm expected to do certain things." Chrom coughs. "And if I can't kiss her for more than a few minutes, how am I expected to…?"
"Ahh." Emmeryn nods in realization. She isn't embarrassed by the question. She's flattered her brother trusts her enough to mention this at all. "I wouldn't worry. She loves you, correct?"
"I certainly hope so."
"Then there won't be a problem." What Emm isn't telling him is that Robin has already talked to her about this as well. Robin was worried about taking advantage of her new husband while he literally can't raise a finger to stop her. "Just set boundaries beforehand. Robin probably already knows, and I doubt she cares how much you 'participate'."
"Right, right." Chrom says, taking a deep breath. "Thanks Emm…"
"Of course. I wish the best for both of you."
In the end Chrom's worries prove to be unnecessary. Robin shows him thoroughly what a succubus can do, and they both enjoy the act despite Chrom's inability to move. Emmeryn's advice proves useful in the form of an upper limit, because Robin being a sex demon means she doesn't have a natural stopping point.
Chrom is just glad he doesn't have to make public appearances the next day. His stiff, unstable walk would surely raise a few eyebrows.
There were three versions of this story. This is version two, and I decided it worked the best. It isn't what I originally imagined but it works pretty well. I'm still happy with this.
SolidShinji104: Sorry if I worded that poorly, I just meant to say that you won't be finding another pairing here, not that I assumed you only came to my story for that.