Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem Awakening, all rights to the owners.

It took a good four or five rewrites to get this right. Even then I found the best way to tackle this was to ignore the gimmick for the most part.

Also that's two requests for Pokemon Trainer Robin. At this rate I'll have to start up another story for multi-chapter idea just to do these more difficult requests.

Robin was quite the girl, and Chrom didn't just mean because she was twice his size. However it couldn't be ignored that she towered over everyone else at twelve feet tall and couldn't fit into thin doorways due to her bulk.

The girl wasn't fat, it was just that her proportions were scaled up to match her height. If she were normal size her body would be considered fairly average, perhaps a bit more on the shapely side.

Her size also means she couldn't have a room at the Shepherds' barracks, the roof was too low for her to move around comfortably, so she was given a guest suite at the castle.

There was more to Robin than her size of course. She's a great tactician, a skilled warrior, incredibly intelligent, and rather attractive (in Chrom's opinion at least).

Not that he ever says that out loud. He doesn't want to give the wrong impression.

"Paperwork again?" Robin's voice startles Chrom out of his thoughts. He glances around, the prince is in the barracks so Robin shouldn't be able to-

"The window Chrom."

The blue-haired boy quickly turns around, and blinks a bit at how close her face actually is. The window is only a foot and a half away from the back of his chair, and Chrom had left it open to get fresh air. The tactician's large brown eyes sparkle as they meet his, and her large lips turn up in an enchanting smile.

"Focus, you're not a teenager anymore Chrom." The prince berates himself silently. "Sorry, I didn't expect that."

"Well obviously." She hums. "Do you need help? You've been doing paperwork all day."

"No, no, I'm almost done." He coughs. "I haven't forgotten my promise to spar with you."

"Alright…"

Twenty minutes later, Chrom is out on the sparring grounds. He knows this isn't really a fair fight, if Robin was allowed to use her full strength she would beat him without effort, and needing to hold back to such an extent means she tends to lose against Chrom due to the slight change in her fighting style.

Despite having confidence that he'll win Chrom still feels intimidated staring up at Robin. Her hip-length white hair is tied back and her normally soft features are hardened in concentration.

"Whenever you're ready." She says, pointing her large wooden sword at him.

"On go." Chrom says, gripping his own practice blade tightly. "Ready… go!"

Despite what might be expected of something her size, Robin is not slow. Chrom knows the only real way to beat her is to get in close where she has trouble swinging. He charges in, sword swinging towards her leg.

What follows is what could most closely be related to a lion closely chasing a hunter. The instant Robin puts enough distance between them Chrom loses because she'll finally have a good distance to swing at him, but if Chrom manages to get close enough Robin won't be able to block and Chrom can sneak in a stab. In many ways it's a dance, but far less elegant than the demonstrations put on by actual swordmasters.

They do this for two minutes, each carefully striking, parrying, and dodging. Chrom thinks he finds an opening; a moment where Robin's sword lingers down too long blocking his last strike, and the prince leaps on the opportunity. He jumps in the air, both hands on his sword's hilt to swing it overhead to punish her low block-

-and suddenly Robin's sword comes up from below. Chrom slams into the blade, being hit diagonally from his hip to shoulder as the girl quickly draws it upward. The prince's blade hits her stomach as well, but it's a weak strike that comes too late. Robin has obtained her first victory.

Chrom lands hard on his back in the sand, breathing hard from the physical and mental exertion of the duel. The sun is blocked out as Robin stands over him, grinning victoriously.

"Finally figured out how to beat that." She laughs breathlessly, and offers him a hand. The prince accepts, and blinks in surprise at Robin's strength as she pulls him up. It's not that he didn't know she was strong, it's just that she never used it on him. "You always beat me with that jump attack, I've been practicing in my free time to find a counter."

"And you succeeded." Chrom sighs, brushing himself off. "Good job."

"Thanks. I actually have a few easier ways to beat that move, but all the others involved hitting you in the privates." Robin says bluntly. "I could have brought my weapon straight up rather than tilting it back and swinging diagonally, but that would be poor sportsmanship."

Chrom tries to ignore his sudden feeling of vulnerability, and fights to not squeeze his legs shut. "W-Well thank you for your consideration."

"Yo you two!" Sully's voice suddenly cuts in to the conversation as she and Stahl walk out from the barracks. "Who won this time?"

"I did!" Robin says quickly, spinning to face the two.

"Well damn! Chrom finally lost to someone other than Freddy." Sully laughs. "Good job Rob!"

The prince rolls his eyes as the two cavaliers congratulate the tactician. Chrom has a feeling he's going to get a lot of ribbing for this over the next few weeks.

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"Ha ha!" Flavia laughs, slapping the prince on his back again. The prince grimaces and bears the stinging pain. "Come on, you'd net me an easy victory in the arena!"

Chrom knows the Feroxi are warriors, but their rough treatment is grating on his nerves both emotionally and physically. The bull-headed border captain already put him in a foul mood, and Flavia's near callousness isn't helping his opinion of the feroxi people.

It's also telling that she didn't instruct him to go visit Basilio and instead tries to get him to fight for her. The tournament is still a month and a half away, and that's plenty of time for negotiations to be had and concluded. She's stalling a deal to stop Plegia (and save lives) just to get a better shot at the khanship.

Chrom grits his teeth when he sees the woman draw back her hand for another slap. "So, what do you sa-"

Someone behind Chrom moves and Flavia stops speaking. The prince turns his head and sees that Robin has reached out to grab the feroxi's arm, stopping the strike.

"I'll thank you kindly to not batter Chrom again." Robin says curtly, gripping Flavia's arm tightly. "Your actions are not befitting a ruler, even ignoring your assault."

"Robin…" Chrom hisses in warning. The prince doesn't want this to go poorly, despite his dislike of Flavia..

"Chrom." The girl says evenly. "I suggest we go find the west-khan and negotiate with him. It's not good practice to associate with those who value personal power over the defence of their realm."

Flavia suddenly goes from jovial to serious. Her eyes sharpen in irritation. "Those are fighting words. Careful who you insult girl."

"Why should I care for your status?" Robin scoffs, allowing the khan to yank her arm away. "You said yourself that you prefer plain speech, yes? My thoughts were put rather obviously, but would you prefer I resort to insults?"

Flavia's face turns to a full snarl, and one hand rests on her sword. "Girl…"

"What? You want to fight?" Robin asks, a condescending smirk on her face. She doesn't even bother reaching for her claymore, instead slipping on her metal gauntlets. "Try me."

Chrom sighs. These negotiations are done for. He regrets asking Frederick to wait outside the main hall. "Robin, let's just leave. We should get on our way to the west-khan."

"Of course Chrom." The giant girl gives a mocking bow to Flavia, turns on her heel, and follows the prince out the door.

"Milord! Did-" Frederick begins.

"Tell everyone to pack up. We move to the west feroxi palace." Chrom interrupts, scowling. "Flavia isn't the sort of person we want to be dealing with."

"Of course Milord."

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"I'm fine Robin, a few slaps on the back won't kill me." The prince sighs. He's making small talk to avoid dwelling on his embarrassment. He shouldn't have let the situation get out of hand, and in the end Robin basically ended up protecting him. As the captain of the Shepherds, Chrom thinks, it's supposed to be the other way around.

"Still…" Robin huffs. Her fingers are much more delicate on his back as she rubs ointment on the bruises. Despite her size Robin is gentle enough to avoid irritating his raw skin too much. "That was too rough of her."

"I'm not delicate."

"Of course not, but that doesn't mean a slap suddenly doesn't hurt." Robin scoffs. "Besides, you sound like your sister."

Chrom sighs again. He just can't win around Robin lately, first she beats him in sparring and admits that she avoided an easier attack so as to not injure him, next she protects him and gives him a way out of bad negotiations, and now she can see right through his facade and is the one to treat his (admittedly light) injuries.

Chrom feels like he's been making a fool of himself in front of her these last few weeks. It's not that he's particularly worried about her opinion of him….

That's a lie, Chrom realizes, he does care about her opinion. "Gods, when did I develop feelings for someone so out of my league…?"

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"Teach don't usually swear but... you're fucking stupid Chrom." The muscled man says bluntly. "How ain't you seen Robin hanging around you all the time? She's not sut… sub… she's obvious!"

"Why is Vaike only smart when he's drunk?" The prince sighs. The blond-haired man has had much more to drink than the blue-haired boy, and it's showing in how loud he's being.

Chrom is just glad Robin herself isn't around and that Lissa isn't here to mock him mercilessly. Frederick is here though, and he's staring very obviously at the prince. Chrom suspects the knight is slightly offended at not being the first told.

"Look." Vaike grunts, slamming down the drink. "You need to stop avoiding it yeah? Stop this weird infer… infir… stop feelin' less, an' start doing more. Ya don't even gotta say anythin' up front. I didn't, an' Miriel's denser than a bunch o' rocks sometimes!"

"But-"

"C'mon Chrom, Robin already makes 'scuses to spar with ya and whatnot, just start doin' somethin' in return!" Vaike barks.

The prince's shoulders sag. He hates it when the man has a point. "You're right. Thanks Teach."

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The meetings with Basilio come and go. The burly man is a lot less rough than Flavia, despite his appearance being more fitting for such a personality. He's boisterous, loud, but empathetic, and has an understated intelligence. The prince and the khan quickly come to an agreement for a defensive pact.

Partially out of spite, and partially just to rub it in that they like Basilio more, the Shepherds help Basilio in the tournament as a 'gesture of good faith'.

Flavia's fuming expression when she loses is glorious.

At the celebratory banquet Chrom tries to find Robin to start acting on Vaike's advice. Instead he gets dragged into a few round of drinks with Sully, and then Basilio, and even Virion wants to share a quick glass of feroxi whisky. By the time Chrom finds Robin he's drunk, but dives into conversation with her nonetheless, determined to enjoy her company.

At some point while talking to the girl he falls asleep, the world fads in a haze of booze, laughter, and lights.

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For once it's not the light or the noise that wakes Chrom up. He comes to consciousness naturally… and immediately regrets it. The boy's head pounds and he tries to pull his pillow over his ears.

He tries, but the pillow gently pushes his hand down and starts gently massaging his forehead.

At this point Chrom realizes Robin isn't a pillow and tries to roll away. Pain lances through his head though, and the prince lets the tactician roll his head back into her lap.

"Don't worry Chrom." The girl whispers as quietly as she can. "We're leaving after lunch, at least half of us are hungover."

"You don't sound…" Chrom finally pushes his eyes open, squinting against the faint light that shine through the curtains. "You don't sound drunk."

"Yeah, because I had two drinks compared to your ten." She murmurs, amused. "We're in a guest room by the way, I carried you here."

"And you stayed…?"

"Oh no, I slept in my own room. I decided to bring you breakfast this morning and you were still asleep." Robin chuckles, pointing to a covered plate of food and a glass of water on a side-table.

Chrom, again, forces himself to sit up. The pain in his head isn't any less, but maybe some food and drink will help that. He tightly grips the glass of water, downing the lukewarm water, and takes the cover off the plate.

Sausage, bread, a bit of cheese, and some vegetables. Nothing spectacular, but a solid meal. The prince eats, still squinting at the pain in his head. He knows from experience that the meal won't start to help for half an hour or so, but that's better than nothing.

"Gods, I shouldn't have let Sully drag me into a drink... or Basilio, or Virion." Chrom grumbles, stabbing the sausage.

Robin chuckles. "You really should have known better."

The tactician waits patiently as the prince eats his breakfast. He finishes quickly, pushing aside the plate. His headache still isn't gone, it probably won't be for an hour or so, but it has improved slightly.

"So Chrom…" Robin says, planting her hands on his shoulders. The prince tenses a bit, nervous at the touch. The tactician has been very hands-on this morning for some reason. The girl mentioned that she came in with his breakfast, but the prince woke up with his head on her lap so she must have put him there. "How much of last night do you remember?"

Chrom thinks hard. "I had drinks with a few people… I think with you, right? Did I say anything strange?"

"Not really. We had this whole conversation about my memory though. You're surprisingly eloquent even when drunk."

"What about your memory?"

"Mostly me not remembering my parents, friends, and me generally being a bit attention-starved." Robin chuckles. "Well, you fixated on me not knowing if I ever got a hug in my life. I'd appreciate if you take your armor off next time though, it's uncomfortable."

Chrom blushes. "Uhh, well..."

"I suppose I brought that on myself though." She hums. "I'm the one who said I wanted a hug… or just affection in general."

"You do?" The prince asks, frowning.

"Like I just said, I don't remember having parents or friends, so I don't remember ever getting love from my mom or dad and whatnot. My memory is a blank, there's so much I feel like I'm missing." Robin murmurs.

"We'll just have to fix that then." Chrom says firmly. "If you ever feel you're lacking something, just tell me."

"Of course Chrom." She hums, rubbing small circles into his shoulder blades. "I appreciate your help as always."

"As always? You give me too much credit."

"Are we pretending you didn't take me in and gave me a place to stay?" Robin chuckles.

"We no…"

"Then I'm giving you too little credit."

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Chrom starts to spend more time around Robin. He uses the excuse of 'giving her more experiences to make up for her lost memory' but that's more to hide his own nervousness than out of any need to disguise his intentions.

Or in other words: Chrom is shy.

Robin starts to pair them up on the field; where formerly Chrom was often assigned with Vaike and Miriel now he's placed with Robin alone to make another one of the girl's battle pairs. For some reason the tactician seems to have decided that small two-man teams are best for small skirmishes.

Whereas Chrom used to lead the charge with Vaike, now he often finds himself following Robin into combat; not just because the girl can move faster than him or because her cloak actually has thin metal plates in it that makes her a better frontliner, but because she knows exactly what they need to do and at what moment.

Chrom is no longer the one making decisions, he suddenly isn't the one who knows best on the battlefield. He always followed Robin's plans before but he could do it however he wanted. Now he can't (or at least shouldn't) because he knows Robin is smarter than him.

It's not a bad thing, but it certainly takes time for the prince to get used to follow sometimes rather than lead. On the opposite end, it also takes time for him to learn to be forward and initiate conversation outside of combat.

In the end though, it's still Robin who proposes to Chrom. All of the the royal rings (reserved for marriages by the royal family) are too small, and a new one has to be made to fit Robin. The smaller hallways in the castle also have to be resized, and most of the furniture in Chrom's room has to be replaced with larger versions.

Despite all that though, Robin's size is hardly an obstacle beyond the initial accommodations. The biggest problem it causes is her weight stopping Chrom from getting out of bed in the morning if she snuggles up to him in her sleep, and that's hardly a problem worth worrying about.

We'll end here, there isn't much more of substance I can think to write. Giant(ess) Robin ended being a lot harder to make a story out of than I thought. I think the idea has potential but I missed some crucial part to making a good story out of it.

Rotciv557: Nercromancer was another instance of me loving the idea, but having no good way of using it (while still keeping the core of Awakening anyways, I had this whole idea of Robin controlling an area of swamp called 'the Death Growth' on the border and a few other ideas, but they all made Robin into a villain or anti-hero so they were scrapped.)

The Restless Drifter: That could work. I'll note it down, but it's not really a quirk or ability so if I use it expect the idea to be tied into something else.

Kamencolin: I know very well what you mean, sorry if I worded it poorly. You wanted me to add pokemon into the Fire Emblem world not as some weird outrealm thing but as if they'd always been there. I love the idea, but it's too much for just one measly chapter to cover.

Bonefish: Grimleal Robin was already suggested by Rotciv557, but seeing as you have interest in it too I'll bump it up the line.

IsThisWorking: Actually, I already had that idea on my radar. Not sure when I'll use it, there are a few others I want to touch on first, but it'll come around eventually.

Your memes are lost on me unfortueately.

uf: No worries, I can delete guest reviews to eliminate duplicates. Also deleted the apology to keep the comments relevant to this story.

Martial Artist is a curious one, it won't carry a story on it's own being a purely combat-oriented power. See the treatment Supermagic Robin's ability got for reference. Size changing was something I considered for this chapter, but it just made Robin's large size even less relevant. It's not like I don't enjoy the idea, but in a one-shot focused collection like this that sort of ability is too minor to carry a story.

Replicate Robin is actually coming up soon, though probably not in the same form as Fates. I'd already thought of that and wanted to do it for a while. Expect it as the next F!Robin chapter (so chapter eighteen).

Merely Shepherds won't continue in it's same form. Maybe the name will be kept, but if I ever intend to make a full Fire Emblem story I won't be continuing that one. It ended up being a stepping stone to this story, and a few aspects like Robin having a gimmick and Emmet being quartermaster carried over.

All good stories have a few wrecks beforehand. My other main story, Five Stars (Teen Titans) had two or three failed starts and numerous one-shots dabbling with the characters before I found something that worked. Merely Shepherds is a similar wreck.

Guest: Might do that, but unlikely. I do agree however that Chrom would probably love Robin regardless of who they are. If I do end up writing a gay or bi Robin I'm expecting Virion to be the partner.

You never know, these stories are made up as I write them so maybe Chrom and M!Robin will be a thing in one chapter, but it's sorta up to chance where the story leads me and what I can write well.