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Okay, here's the current list of valid ideas. Minor ideas can't hold a story themselves, and Unlikely ideas are particularly difficult to work with and/or unlikely for me to ever do. 'Other' ideas aren't fit for this collection, but might be used in a different one.

Minor: Dark Flier, Regenerating, Immortal.

Standard: Elemental, Deaf, Foreign, Alien, Future sight, Tiny, Nurse, Valmese Tactician, Medusa, Goddess, Racer, Amazon, Genderfluid, Slime, Gift from Validar + evil to good, Mind Control, Banshee, Bard, Consistent Amnesia, Old, Dancer, Mimic, Lamia.

Unlikely: Chrom's child, Minotaur, Paladin, Werewolf, Assassin, Future Soldier, Bounty Hunter, Weather control, Kleptomaniac, Druid, Steampunk, Shadow Familiar.

Other: Pokemon Trainer, Self-insert, Second Generation replacement,

This requested by Mr. Martin: Angel Robin.

Despite what stories might try to convince you of, angels are no more divine than humans. Their tendency towards altruism and their general elegance and beauty do help that impression though.

Robin certainly fits that description. Her appearance is unearthly with spotless peach skin, long gold hair, and platinum orbs for eyes. Much like Emmeryn the girl seems to exude an aura of calm, she defuses tensions with a smile and never hesitates to help.

That all changes the instant she and Chrom are in private.

"Fuck this!" Robin shouts, throwing her hands up in the air. "Fuck all of this! Fuck war, fuck paperwork, fuck troop movements, fuck supply lines, and fuck Risen!"

"You forgot Grimleal." Chrom says, not looking up from his work.

"Fuck them too!" Robin says, pacing back and forth. "Fuck sand, fuck heat, fuck humidity for sure, and fuck stupid goddamn wyverns!"

"Why wyverns?"

"Because they're annoying!" The tactician growls. "Gods, I hate air combat."

The Prince's mouth quirks into a smile. "Fuck air combat?"

"Yes!" She groans. "I hate accounting for troops that can just ignore terrain. It's such a hassle."

"Anything else?" Chrom asks patiently.

"Fuck Maribelle's lessons, fuck your sister's pranks, fuck Frederick's training, fuck Vaike in general..."

"Is that all?"

"Fuck me too. Please. I could use the stress relief." The girl says, turning her gaze to the Prince expectantly.

"I'm working Robin." Chrom says, unphased. He can't see her because he's looking at his work, but he knows her well enough to realize she's watching him. It's amusing to him that this angel, seen as a paragon of virtue and known for her calm kindness, is actually just a stressed, foul-mouthed, sex-hungry, very human girl.

The again Chrom is hardly the same person everyone sees either. He doesn't like to let others see his stress as well.

"It'll be a few hours before I'm done." The Prince says. "And we still need to have dinner."

"After all that then?" Robin asks hopefully.

"Of course Robin." Chrom chuckles. "I'm always happy to help."

###

Chrom remembers how the first time happened. He knew he'd been getting close to Robin at the time, and a few days before she's finally shown her grouchy side to him so they had a certain level of trust.

Robin had been groaning about the day she's been through, complaining about how stupid some other people had been. She'd made an off-hand comment about needing to get laid and Chrom had jokingly offered to help.

Then the Tactician had actually accepted, and Chrom couldn't bring himself to mention that he was joking. It had turned out fine of course, that's why the arrangement still stood today, but it was certainly not how the Prince imagined his first time would go.

Now that he thinks of it, he never actually told Robin about any of this even four months after the fact. It's not exactly important though, so it probably doesn't matter.

"Stumped?" The Angel says with a cocky grin.

"Shush, I'm thinking." The Prince grumbles.

Maybe he should stop thinking about sex and focus on the game. Chrom has never been fantastic at chess, and distracting himself is not going to help. He knew he was going to lose before they even started the game, but that's besides the point.

Tentatively Chrom grabs the rook which he had used to castle earlier in the game. He moves it to the middle of the field, supported by his bishop and queen.

"Just admit defeat now." The girl chuckles, daintily moving a pawn forwards a single space. The Prince scowls when he notes that his bishop's attack path has been cut off. "Surrender isn't that bad, I'll be gentle…"

"Subtle." Chrom snorts. Looks like she has sex on the mind too, and that means one thing... "Bad day today?"

"No." She huffs, looking offended. "Do you think I only want sex when I'm annoyed and stressed?"

"Yes." The Prince says bluntly. He moves his other rook over up to threaten her newly moved pawn. "Though the lack of swearing beforehand was admittedly rather strange."

Robin's face turns to a pout. "Fine. I'll remember that for next time."

"I never said I wouldn't." Chrom adds absently. "I was just surprised is all."

"Thanks." The girl sighs. She flicks yet another pawn forward a space. "I do appreciate you humoring me all the time by the way. I know with my griping I usually forget to tell you that."

"I'm not just humoring you." The Prince says. He frowns heavily at her new position. That second pawn is supporting the first, again stopping his attack. "It helps my stress too."

"Really? I thought you only did it for my sake." Robin admits. "I mean, that first time you clearly had no idea what you were doing, so I figured you were giving up your first just to help me out."

"Ah, so it was that obvious."

"Well yeah. You looked pretty panicked for the first few minutes and you tired out real quickly." She says with a bit of a smile. "I felt kinda bad, like I might have pressured you into it by accident."

"No, I was fine with it." Chrom chuckles. "Though admittedly that was the most nervous I've been my entire life."

"Did I set your heart racing?" She teases.

"Yes." The Prince says bluntly. "Thought at that point I was a bit enamored with the fact that you're an angel, which probably added to my nerves."

"Ah, well, it's not that significant that I'm an angel." Robin mumbles. "A few minors powers and healing hands is all I get."

"Yeah, I know." Chrom says.

"Check by the way." Robin says, moving her bishop through the spaces cleared by her two earlier pawn moves.

"Fuck."

"Later, right?"

"Haha, very funny… and yes, fine, after this."

###

"Don't worry little one, I can heal it." Robin soothes, placing a hand on the little girl's knee. He palm glows a faint gold light, matching the color of her eyes, and the healing light knits the child's skin back together.

It's only a scrape, but Robin's healing powers never run out unlike staves, so she can afford to use it constantly if she wants. That said, her healing powers are fairly minor to begin with so this is probably one of the few uses for it. Anything more than surface wound is too severe for her to heal properly.

"Now run along." The tactician encourages, shooing off the child. The little girl runs to her mother, hiding behind the lady's dress. The mother gives them a tentative smile, still a bit nervous about these strangers in their town, and scurries off to continue her errands.

Robin sighs tiredly as she stands back up. Chrom pats her reassuringly on the shoulder. "Running out of energy?"

"Gods yes." She says, massaging her forehead. The girl glances to each side, verifying that there is no one immediately listening to them. "I'm done with this town. I want to get back to Ylisstol." Robin says in a low voice

Chrom laughs quietly. "You can me both. The defences are almost set up, we'll leave tomorrow afternoon. You didn't have to help every small injury you spotted though."

"Yeah, but good impressions and all that." Robin grumbles. "We Shepherds have a reputation to upkeep."

"Thank you for being conscious of our status." Chrom smiles. "We're almost done here."

"And then we move on to the next town." She moans.

"Well yes, it's our job." The Prince says. "When the Risen threat is gone we can rest, but until then we must remain vigilant."

"I know, I know." Robin sighs. "But that doesn't mean it isn't annoying."

Chrom can't argue with that. "Yeah, it is."

###

Robin is getting frustrated. Months and months of travelling from village to village, building defences, fighting Risen… that's fine, but it's boring, annoying, and stressful, and worst of all: she doesn't have access to her usual stress relief.

She and Chrom can't meet up on the road or while they're in a village because all the other Shepherds are around, and they aren't exactly aware of her and Chrom's arrangement. It's hardly illegal, but there's a distinct chance Frederick will frown upon it, and it would tarnish Robin's reputation if the council were to get wind on it.

Not that Robin really cares, but it does annoy her a bit that Chrom would suffer no consequence for a bit of fun on the side while Robin, purely because she's a girl, would be looked down upon. Damn assholes.

Anyways, she's a bit pent up at the moment, and keeping this fake smile on her face is such a hassle. Robin has to keep it up both around strangers and the Shepherds. The only time she can let it drop is in battle (which is a stress of its own), alone at night in her tent, or those few moments she has alone with Chrom.

Those moments are increasingly spent on tactics though. There's so little time for anything else they can't even sneak in a game of chess.

What's even worse than all that is that Robin can't vent to anyone other than Chrom. She's an angel, she's supposed to be the cheery upbeat one who never lets anything get her down, never swears, and certainly never thinks about anything impure.

Maybe she should have never played into the stereotype in the first place. She's really regretting it now. Then she could vent to someone else at least. She still wishes she and Chrom weren't so busy though, even if they can't roll in the hay she enjoys his company.

"Rooobin!" Lissa calls, it sounds like she's right outside Robin's tent flap. The angel quickly shoves a smile on her face, and tries not to snarl at the intrusion.

"Yes? Come in." The Tacitican says. She sits up from where she was lying in her bedroll to watch the cleric slip inside the tent. "It's late Lissa, what brings you here?" Robin asks pleasantly.

"Well, uh…" The blonde-haired girl smiles nervously. "So things have been really busy for the last while, right?"

"Indeed they have." Robin says. Internally she's growling at Lissa to not beat around the bush. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine." She coughs. "So, uh, I have a question."

"Yes…?"

"So I know you both have been busy, but are you avoiding each other…?" Lissa asks tentatively.

Robin blinks in surprise. "What makes you think that?"

"Well you two used to hang out all the time at night. Chrom would always come home or you'd always leave really late." The girl says. "And for the last month you guys just haven't."

The Tactician is genuinely surprised that Lissa noticed this. She must pay a quite a bit of attention to her brother. "We need to get good sleep, so we can't spend time together so late."

"Sure, sure." Lissa says, visibly nervous. "But Chrom's been really stressed and tired lately, and you're looking a bit strained even right now."

Robin smile falters for a second, but only a second. She forces it back onto her face as quickly as she can. "Well I am a bit tired myself."

"No, no…" The cleric says hesitantly. "I know you're putting on a mask Robin."

The Tactician doesn't bother to keep the smile up after hearing that. "When did you figure that out?"

"You been acting upbeat the entire time for the last few months and never frowning or anything. It's unnatural." Lissa admits. "I know those stereotypes about angels and all, but I don't think you can actually be happy all the time."

"And you'd be right." Robin sighs. "It's tiring to keep that smile up all the time."

"So anyways, you and Chrom aren't avoiding each other?"

"No, we aren't."

"Okay, you're both just really busy?"

"Yes."

"Okay! Leave it to me!"

"Leave what to you?"

"I'm going to make sure you two have time to hang out, cuz' you're both getting stressed and stuff!"

"You really don't need to." Robin says tiredly. Lissa has a tendency to pull pranks, she isn't what Robin would call trustworthy. The Tactician doesn't want the Cleric dabbling in their relationship. "We'll manage on our own."

"Yeah, no you won't." Lissa scoffs. "You two will work yourselves to the bone without saying anything. You have no say in this, I'm getting you two free time."

The Tactician sighs and flops down onto her bed. "Fine, whatever. As long as there's no one else around. It's annoying to keep up the smile."

"So Chrom knew you weren't smiley already!?"

"He's known for months Lissa."

"And he didn't tell me? Rude…"

###

It's been so long since the two of them have been able to spend time together, he really should thank Lissa for forcing him to take the night off. It's nice to finally be able to relax again…

"Checkmate!"

...even if he can't win a single game he plays with the resident tactician.

"You never change Chrom." Robin laughs, flicking over his king. "You always focus on one point."

"Yes, well, not all of us are master tacticians." The Prince huffs as the girl puts away the chess set.

"Hey! Don't go there!" The girl says, playfully glaring at him. "I get enough people thinking I can do anything because I'm a tactician already!"

"Fuck them?"

"Exactly!"

Chrom chuckles. "It would seem you never change either."

"Yeah yeah…" She mumbles, putting the little chess set into a pouch. "By the way, I figured out how to do something a month ago or so."

"What?"

"I can do this." Robin concentrates for a moment… and nothing happens. "Uh, can you put out those candles?"

Chrom does as she asks, extinguishing the candles giving them light. When all of them ar put out, he turns back to Robin and blinks in surprise. "You glow?"

The girl has a faint aura of golden light around her, she smirks triumphantly. "Cool huh?"

"How'd you figure it out?"

"Was reading through this book on 'human-like races' and found the angel section. Apparently some of us can temporarily enchant weapons." Robin hums. "No luck on that yet, but I managed this glowing thing with only a little practice."

"Wow…"

"No real practical use for it though." She snorts. "It's not that bright, so I can't work as a torch."

"That's still quite interesting." Chrom says. "Any other powers of interest?"

"Yes actually. Angels can supposedly manifest wings and fly around for a bit." She recounts. "Oh, and we can 'bless' people. From what I can tell that just means they get a bit of a magic buzz."

"Like being drunk?"

"Sorta, but it doesn't turn you into a moron." Robin chuckles. "At least not from what I can tell."

"Odd."

"Yep."

The two sit in relatively comfortable silence for a few minutes, relaxing and observing Robin's new aura of light. Robin is the first to speak again.

"I would have told you about this earlier, but we've been really busy."

"Indeed. There's barely time for a casual conversation." Chrom agrees. "I miss spending time with you-

"-but our jobs demand our attention." Robin finishes. "Yeah, it sucks. Fuck work."

The Prince has something he's been sitting on, and he decides now is as good a time as any to bring it up. "I've been thinking about our arrangement."

"Yeah?"

"I was thinking that I'd never really be able to court anyone so long as it stands, it wouldn't seem right."

Robin frowns. "You calling it off?"

"No, no." Chrom says hastily. "I was thinking through that situation, and realized that it wouldn't seem right because I'm already interested… in you."

The Tactician blinks. "Huh. Makes sense."

"Does it? I feel foolish just saying that aloud."

"Nah, it makes sense. Sex is intimate after all, it's unsurprising." Robin shrugs. "It's the same for me too. There's a reason I haven't found someone else to roll around with during these last few months."

"We're both interested in each other?"

"I guess so."

"And we have sex regularly, or at least had it before this war business."

"Yes…?"

"It sounds like we're already married."

Robin takes a second to consider it. "Yeah, I suppose it does." She glances to him. "Is that a proposal?"

"Maybe? Are you okay with that?"

"Sure, why not? You're nice enough."

"What a ringing endorsement." Chrom rolls his eyes.

"Hey, your proposal wasn't exactly the stuff of romance novels either." She huffs.

"Would you prefer I drop to one knee?"

"Actually no, that would be weird. Let's just have sex or something."

Chrom laughs, he's not surprised. "Of course you'd say that, but there are other tents nearby and we have to get up early tomorrow."

"You just proposed, you can stand being a bit tired tomorrow. We'll be quiet." She scoffs.

"Fair enough." Chrom chuckles. "But you are not glowing the whole time."

"Fine…"

Before you ask, no, I didn't come into this expecting it to be about sex. That decision happened after the first section was entirely her swearing at everyone and then I decided she spent time with Chrom for stress relief.

I considered having Robin be a pact creature again and rely on making a deal with Chrom. I also considered giving Chrom dreams of Robin his entire life, only for her to appear one day when the Shepherds were in crisis. In the end, not writing their introduction at all (and implying it was fairly standard) turned out to be a lot easier.

Mram99: No to WereGrima because it's just Grima Robin but less so, Future Sight Robin is fine but low priority, Telepath/Empath Robin is just an alteration of Mirroreye so no as well. Thanks for the ideas though. I like F!Robin more too, the only reason M!Robin is here is because I told myself that if I wanted to do a whole collection on Robin I should probably include both genders.

Darkness is complete: I really like the idea (and it's been suggested before BTW), but I frankly have no idea how I'm going to do it. I suppose I'll worry about that when it comes around.

Guest: Unfortunately if I'm going to make a full series of anything it won't be that. There's so many idea here I'd love to make into full stories but I don't have time for them all.

I already have a story in the works anyways… well, bits and pieces of one. Characters are easy, plot is hard. That's why I do well at this collection but am sorta mediocre at larger stories. My hope was to inspire others to write these ideas into proper stories, so the hope is people more competent than me will pick up a few ideas and run with them.

Teh Esprite: Well Fire Emblem is medieval, so cellphones aren't a thing. Most of these Robins are about eighteen or twenty, so if you count eighteen as 'teenager' then most of the Robins already are teenagers. If you want younger… not much is going to change. There's surprisingly little difference between sixteen and eighteen except maybe being less moody, and any younger we dip into Robin being maybe too young to fight, like Ricken.