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Minor: Dark Flier, Immortal, Boxer (Pugilist), Exploitive, Swordmaster, Angry Cinnamon Roll, Tripping, Perpetual Cheer, Chef, Blacksmith, Pegasus Knight, Teacher, Librarian, Masochist, Literal-Minded, Authoritative, Middle Age, Wyvern Rider, Phobia, Thicc, Tsundere, Damsel in Distress, Gangrel's Child, Wyvern Rider, Child, Communist.
Standard: Elemental, Deaf, Foreign, Future sight, Tiny, Nurse/Medic, Valmese Tactician, Medusa, Amazon, Genderfluid, Gift from Validar + evil to good, Mind Control, Banshee, Mimic, Emotionless, Crippling Overspecialization (Idiot Savant), Coward, ESP, POW, PTSD, Magician, Mute, Handicapped, Secret Helper, Crazy, Morpher, Dreamwalker, Motherly, Twins, Regenerating, Animal Whisperer, Naga/Tiki Assistant, Sleepless, Fairy, Deadly Touch, Mind Reader, Doppelganger, Arachne, D&D magic, Umbramancer, Horror Monster, Detective, No Sense of Personal Space, Shota, Dominatrix, Songstress, Kinky, Matchmaker, Androphobic.
Unlikely: Chrom's child, Minotaur, Paladin, Werewolf, Assassin, Future Soldier, Bounty Hunter, Weather control, Kleptomaniac, Druid, Steampunk, Shadow Familiar, Magic Augmentation, Lucky, Exile, Piper (Charmer), Gladiator, Witch Doctor, Centaur, Drunk, Demon, Punk, Harpy, Revenant, Luck Manipulation, Demon Summoner, Megalomaniac, Kitsune, King of Plegia, Mood Ring, Reverse Aging, Hammerspace, Prostitute, Demon Hunter, Cyborg, Maid/Servant/Butler, Deadlord, Rebellion, Einherjar, Trap, Yandere, Living Weapon, Size Shifter, Queen of Plegia, Gluttonous, Stretchy, Ninja, Alchemist, Protoss, Spirit Manipulation, Invisible, Plegian Honor Guard, Mecha, Kryptonian, Creator, Orc, Memory Stealing Respawn, Racer, Khan, Elder God, Misfortune, Vampire Hunter, Geokinetic, Imaginary Actualization, Death, Resurrection, Arachne, Force, Merchant, Background Music, Variable, Civilian, Natural Disaster, Mental Noise Projection, Hidden OP, Summoner, Cyclops, Teleporter, Cryokinetic, Genie, Judge, Intangibility, Fortune Teller, Future Vision, Serial Killer, Pervert, Stalker, Magic Fixit, Drakengard Restoration, Ying-Yang, Childhood Friend, Cyberpunk, Chrom's Mother, Obsessed, Berserker, Phase Shift, Gravity Manipulation, Hallucinating, Bladesoul, Zombie, Double Entendre, Shared Body/Two Souls, Cannibal, Singer, Violent, Insane, Waterbender, Casanova, Cupid, Undertaker, Master Thief, Guard, Faceless, Shadow.
Other: Pokemon Trainer, Self-insert, Second Generation replacement, Dimensional Walker, Cycle, Fates.
Dancer Robin, requested by Scorin, Invisible Prince, and Lunas-paradox. This is an old request that I just now figured out how I was going to tackle. Not at all what I figured I would do, but I like this idea.
"Stay still damn you!" Lucina growls as she once again fails to hit her sparring partner.
"My apologies your Highness." Robin says with a smile as he bends over backwards to duck a sword strike, and then gracefully leaps over her head to avoid the low swing she tries afterwards. He then kicks her in the back, causing her to stumble for a moment before she turns around with a scowl. "That would defeat the point of sparring."
"Grr…" Lucina lunges at blonde-haired man again, determined to land a hit.
Looking at the two fighters, one could be forgiven for assuming Lucina was the nimble fighter and Robin was the one that used brute force. The blond man is tall and rather bulky, while Lucina has more lean muscle. You would also be wrong to assume that.
For better or for worse, Lucina emulates her father's brute-force style. She's a bit more focused on dodging than her father, and relies more on centrifugal force to put power behind her strikes, but relatively speaking she just smashes through her enemies.
Robin is the polar opposite. First, he has no weapon. His combat style is all punches, kicks, grapples, throws, and other martial arts moves. He's also incredibly nimble and flexible, and his ability to dodge attacks is unparalleled. He relies highly on wearing out an enemy or finding the right moment to hit a weak point. In a real fight he would be using spiked gauntlets and boots to be able to penetrate some armor with his strikes.
So yes, despite appearances it is Lucina who the strong one and Robin who is the nimble one.
"Stay quick on your feet." Robin warns. He sidesteps a thrust, grabs her outstretched wrist, and pulls hashly forwards. His other arm quickly wraps around her body, pinning her against him.
Lucina struggles, but she knows the fight if effectively over. Robin twists the wrist of her hand holding the practice blade and she's forced to drop it, and he follows up with forcing both arms behind her back and shoving her face into the grass.
"Lucy…" Robin says with a smirk.
"I give…" She mutters in resignation. "You've bested me again Robin."
Just at that moment, Lissa strides into the training grounds. She pauses at the sight she sees of Robin pinning Lucina in the grass. "I hope I'm seeing the end of a sparring match and not you taking advantage of my niece Robin."
"You're not." Robin says with a totally straight face. He hoists the blue-haired girl up into his arms, carrying her bridal style. "She's mine now."
He and Lissa stare at each other for a solid ten seconds, and then a smile cracks across the princess' face. "Very funny."
"I thought so." Robin says cheerily. He puts down Lucina, taking no note of her slightly red face. "What brings you here Lissa? Do you want to join us?"
"As fun as it is to be pushed into the dirt a dozen times, no." Lissa snorts. "I need to talk to Luci."
Lucina doesn't quite know what to expect when she walks over to her aunt. She doesn't recall having plans before dinner today. "What is it Aunt Lissa? Have I forgot something?"
"No, no… well maybe." She shrugs. "I came to remind you of something, because it occurs to me you might not have thought it applied to you."
"What?"
"Remember that party we talked about last night at dinner?" Lissa says. "The one in the middle of the week where all the dukes and duchesses come to discuss borning political stuff?"
"Yes, I remember."
"And you remember how the royal family is expected to come?"
"Yes."
"Well includes you." Lissa says bluntly.
"What?" Lucina blinks. "But I have no office, and I'm very far down on the succession line." Lucina assumed because she's relatively unimportant to the realm (she may be a princess, but at her own request she's near the bottom of the succession line) that she wouldn't have to deal with this party.
"You're still a hero from the royal family." Lissa reminds her. "And more pointedly you live in the palace. You basically have no reason not to come, so you'll be expected to come. This is the big part of the year after all."
"I see…" Lucina grimaces.
"Don't make that face. Parties are fun!" Lissa huffs. "There's awesome food, and you get to dress up and dance!"
"And deal with politicians bothering you the whole time!" Robin shouts from where he's sitting a dozen meters away.
Lissa shoots the man a glare that clearly says "shut up, you're not helping!". She turns back to Lucina and says "don't listen to him. Sure, some people are bothersome, but there are people that are fun to talk to as well!"
"Right." Lucina says with a serious expression. "I understand, I will come."
"Good." Lissa sighs. "If you need any help with anything like getting a dress, or doing your hair, or anything, you can just ask me, or your mom, or your sister… or even your dad. Though, uh, don't expect him to be good at doing hair."
"I know how to do hair!"
The blonde-haired princess rolls her eyes. "Or you can ask Robin apparently."
"I'll keep that in mind." Lucina says with a nod. "I shall get help if I need it."
Lissa smiles at her niece's serious expression, and ruffles the girl's hair. "Oh, don't be so serious. It's a party! It'll be fun."
"Of course."
"I call bullshit!"
"You stay out of this!" Lissa huffs and points a finger at the tactician sitting nearby. "This is a talk between me and her!"
"I cannot endorse your lies though Lissa." Robin says cheerily. "I have experience with these parties. Remember Chrom's wedding?"
Lissa makes a face. "That's an awful example. Everything went wrong there."
"What? What happened?" Lucina asks, now curious.
"Ugh. Vaike knocked over one of the food tables, Nowi transformed in the middle of the dance floor…" Lissa lists off. "I think every Shepherd did something wrong there."
"Except me."
"Yes you did! You made a fool of Maribelle, remember?"
"She had it coming." Robin shrugs unapologetically. "Not my fault she's a bad dancer."
"She's not! You intentionally made it difficult for her." Lissa huffs.
"You danced with Lady Maribelle?" Lucina asks the tactician.
"Less danced and more sabotaged." Lissa scowls.
"Can confirm. Worth it." Robin chuckles.
"The point is…" Lissa says to her niece. "That party sucked, this one won't be that bad." She shoots Robin a glare before he comments this time. "Right Robin?" She asks venomously.
"Sure." Robin chuckles. He knows not to push this any further.
Lissa leaves, so Lucina and Robin resume their sparring. After another round (and another defeat for Lucina) the princess speaks up.
"Sir Robin… will the party truly be so awful?" She asks as she avoids a low sweep of his leg by jumping over it.
"Of course not, I was just messing with Lissa." Robin hums. "It will be fine your highness. Perhaps a bit boring and tedious, but there are things to enjoy. At worst I'll be there to, we can try to avoid the crowd together if it gets to that."
"I see. Thank you." Lucina says, feeling relieved.
"Footwork."
"Wha- augh!"
Lucina loses three more times (and wins once) before she has to leave for dinner.
###
Lucina has realized something horrible, something that will surely result in her demise when she goes to that party.
She doesn't know how to dance.
Most nobles learn to dance at least somewhat as part of their education, but due to the battle-torn situation of her old world Lucina was never taught how to dance in favor of more combat-oriented pursuits.
"Not feeling up to this today your Highness?"
"Ah, no, I'm fine!" Lucina coughs. "Sorry, just lost in thought."
"I understand, the early moves of a chess game are important." Robin nods sagely.
"No, erm… well that's true, but that's not what I was thinking about." The princess admits. "My pardon."
"What's distracting you then?"
"Well, that party Aunt Lissa mentioned yesterday is going to involve dancing, correct."
"Yes. Are you worried about being forced to dance with people you don't like?" Robin asks. "You can say no to a dance. Ylisse isn't that politically volatile."
"No, no." Lucina shakes her head. "Not that."
"What then?"
"Well…" Lucina is embarrassed to admit this to Robin, but she realizes there's no real harm in it. It isn't like Robin to antagonize someone for a petty reason. "I don't know how to dance."
"Ah, that would be a problem." Robin nods. "Have you found someone to help you yet?"
"No, not yet." Lucina grimaces. "Olivia and Inigo are not in Ylisstol, and Mother is going to be busy…"
"You still have a few options." The tactician says. "While Lissa can dance she's not an expert, and as such may not be the best teacher. A similar case likely goes for your sister."
"She can dance?" Lucina says, surprised.
"I've seen her do it before." Robin shrugs. "Maybe she learned from Inigo at some point?"
Lucina can see that. The two of them are rather friendly towards each other. "Most likely."
"Well anyways, you could ask Frederick to teach you, he knows how." Robin suggests. "Or myself. I don't remember when I got trained because of my amnesia, but I am skilled in dancing. Granted my training is more for plays and folk dances, but I have enough knowledge that I could teach you the basics of ball dancing too."
"You would be willing to?" Lucina asks eagerly.
"Of course."
"Then please, I beg your aid." Lucina pleads. "I do not wish to bring shame to my family!"
"I think that's a bit of an overreaction, but sure. I'm more than willing to help your Highness."
###
"One, two, three, four." Robin says slowly as he and the princess do a simple box-step. "That's it…"
Despite his praise, Lucina is finding this much harder than she should. Having to move with someone rather than against them is giving her trouble. Also… maybe it's just because she's not used to any sort of intimate contact, but having someone's hand on her waist is setting off her battle instincts. Her instincts are yelling at her to fight, but she knows there's no danger to fight.
It's very distracting though to have your adrenaline pounding when you're trying to focus on learning.
"Do you feel like you're getting it?"
"Sort of." Lucina says through gritted teeth. "It feels unnatural though."
"How so?"
"Like I'm being pulled around." Lucina mutters. "Is that normal?"
"Well that's because you are being pulled around." Robin chuckles. "I'm leading."
"Ah."
They do a few more repetitions, and while Lucina doesn't misstep the movements are clearly awkward.
Robin decides to try something. "Perhaps you wish to try leading?"
"Can I despite my inexperience?"
"For something as easy as a box step, yes." Robin nods as they stop. "It's simple. You move, I follow. You'll understand when you start."
"Alright…"
It takes a few repetitions for Lucina to get the hang of being the lead, but it becomes clear very quickly that she finds this much more natural than following. That's not to say there aren't any problems with this, she's far too forceful for one, but she doesn't seem as stiff as she was before.
"Better." Robin acknowledges as they stop again. "Not bad at all."
"But I cannot rely on leading all the time." Lucina grimaces. "Women are expected to follow for the most part."
"True." The tactician agrees. "So we have to overcome whatever it is that's hampering you."
"What is my problem exactly?" Lucina asks.
"You're extremely tense and resist resist my actions." Robin says. His brows are furrowed with thought. "You're basically fighting me. If I didn't know better I'd say you were actively being difficult."
"I'm not trying to!" Lucina protests.
"I know." Robin soothes. "I'm just saying that's what it feels like."
"Right…" Lucina grimaces. "My apologies."
"It's fine. Maybe you'll get better with time."
###
By the end of the third day Lucina has certainly improved, but her core problem remains. She's still stiff, being held still makes her nervous, and following still feels wrong. At least she (roughly) knows a few basic dances now, so she won't be completely helpless if she has to dance.
"I just don't know what's wrong." Lucina admits in frustration after another stilted performance on her part. They're both taking a break and sitting on one of the benches on the side of the room. "There's just something about dancing that feels off to me."
"What specifically?" Robin presses. "Think hard. There has to be a reason."
The princess' eyes narrow as she focuses. "I… I feel like I should be trying to win, but there is no winning in a dance… and it still feels like a competition because one of us is always pulling the other, controlling the other."
"Anything else?"
"It feels strange to be close to someone." Lucina admits with mild embarrassment. "Having your hand on my waist and being so physically close… it makes me nervous."
"Well I'm not sure there's so much we can do about your nervousness." Robin chuckles. "However, I can tell you that your mentality is the issue in this case. In most cases a partner dance is not about control. Competition is certainly an aspect of dance, though not with your partner, and not usually in the case of a party."
"So what do I do then?"
"Stop seeing me as the enemy." Robin says softly. "I am leading you, not controlling you. You are not submitting to me, you are supporting me. For a combat metaphor… this is a choreographed fight, not a sparring match."
"Alright." She says, and takes a deep breath in and out. "Let us resume."
###
"What do you think?"
"Uhh, it's great Lucy." Cynthia says with a strained smile. Her sister's fashion sense never ceases to… intrigue her. "The polka dots are an interesting touch."
"Aren't they?" Lucina asks cheerfully as she shows off a bizarre multi-layered dress with a yellow outer layer that has red polka dots, a bodice that's bright green, and the inner layers of the skirt are purple. "It's perfect!"
It clashes horribly. Cynthia figures she should probably ask, just in case... "Is that what you plan to wear to the party?"
"Yes!"
Oh Naga, she can't let Lucy go in that. She'd be a laughing stock. "Sis? I know you love it, and I do too, but don't you think it's a bit informal for such an important event?"
"Is it?" Lucina frets. "I'm afraid I don't know what's usually worn to these things."
Cynthia breathes a quiet sigh of relief. "Well honestly your old Marth outfit would work, but if you'd prefer a dress we could go shopping tomorrow."
"I… I want a dress." Lucina decides after a moment of thought. "Yes, definitely a dress."
"Okay then." Cynthia says. She notices Lucina's thought and unusual interest though. "Any special reason?"
"Not really…" Lucina hesitates. Usually she wouldn't complain about an opportunity to wear her Marth outfit. This is unusual for her. "I just thought of something though. Would a dress make dancing more difficult?"
"Well that depends on the dress, but if you're gonna be wearing a standard ballroom gown then probably." Cynthia shrugs. She pauses. "Wait, do you even know how to dance?"
"Well Robin has been teaching me…" Lucina coughs.
"Aha!" Cynthia's eyes light up. "So that's why you want a dress!"
"What?" Lucina is genuinely confused. "Why would you assume that?"
"You want to impress Robin!" The pegasus knight says with a wide smile. "I never thought I'd see the day you tried to clean yourself up for a boy!"
"Clean myself up? You mean I'm not normally pretty…?" Lucina asks with a frown.
"No, I just mean you don't usually put in much effort." Cynthia giggles. "Lucy, I've lived with you your whole life. I know you'd usually be fine with a bath and throwing on an old outfit if it's formal enough. You're very utilitarian about things."
"Ah." Well Lucina can't deny that. She does usually deal with things in a practical way without considerations for aesthetics. Maybe she has a flare for the dramatic sometimes, such as when she was acting as Marth before Grima's fall, but that required little additional effort. "Well, perhaps you're right."
"So tomorrow after lunch, dress hunting?"
"Sure. I put my trust in your judgement Cynthia."
###
The day of the party has come. Yesterday all the dukes and duchesses filed in from around the country, and today they prepare for the main event of the week.
Lucina also prepares with a little help from her sister. The morning she spent in last-minute practice with Robin, and combined with lunch and a few rounds of sparring it left her little time to bathe and get dressed. Thankfully her own preparations, while still more than she's used to, are much less than Cynthia's elaborate dress.
"Gods, how do you breath in this…?" Lucina grimaces at the corset.
"That's actually fairly loose." Cynthia giggles as she helps Lucina into the dress. "You're just not used to it sis. The feeling should go away after a bit."
"I hope so…" The blue-haired girl grunts.
"Now the bodice."
"Another thing tightening my stomach? Joy…"
"Oh shush. Bodices are just for looks, they don't restrict you." Cynthia huffs. "It's not like you to complain sis."
"Sorry." Lucina coughs. "I'm nervous I suppose."
"I can tell." The pegasus knight laughs. "Are you going to need makeup too?"
"I didn't plan on any."
"Of course you didn't." No surprise there. Cynthia has never seen her sister use makeup. "But do you want any?"
Lucina considers it. She understand the value of makeup, it's to enhance appearance just like a dress or a jewelry, but there's something about modifying her face that she doesn't like. "Thank you Cynthia, but I think I'll pass."
"Suit yourself."
In total it takes Lucina about a dozen minutes to get prepared with her sister's help, and according to Cynthia that's very fast. It helps of course that Lucina has no makeup or accessories to worry about, and her dress (while certainly nice) is nowhere near as intricate or complicated as what other noblewomen tend to wear.
Lucina can't imagine herself in a fancy high-collared dress or with any number of absurd hair ornaments or with poofy sleeves and a coraline. The dress she has on now, while fancy, is rather basic. It's all blue with the bodice being navy and the rest being azure, and the skirt is long but not terribly fluffy (there's only a few layers down there, not a dozen) and has stiffer cloth as the first layer to protect the inner, softer, layers from catching on anything. While it might be seen as slightly improper the dress isn't floor-length; it stops just above her boots.
Yes, she's still wearing boots. There's no way she's wearing heels. Her dancing is just barely acceptable as is, and she doesn't need the extra complication. A clean pair of her combat boots are at least fancy-looking enough to be passable (if slightly out of place).
"Girls, are you ready?" Their mother asks as she peeks into the dressing room.
"Just finishing up here…" Cynthia mutters as she ties the last strings on Lucina's bodice. "There we go. How does it feel Lucy?"
The blue-haired girl slowly walks around the room, adjusting to the feeling of having the extra weight around her hips from where the skirt attaches. The corset is still a bit bothersome, but Cynthia was right when she said Lucina would get used to it. "This works."
"Alright!" Cynthia grins and passes Lucina a pair of long gloves that go just past her elbows. The princess slips them on, completing the look. "We're good to go!"
###
"Sir Robin?"
Robin recognizes the voice, but when he turns around he doesn't immediately realize the person standing in front of him is Lucina. To be fair the blue hair should be a dead giveaway, but the dress completely throws him off.
"Sir Robin?" The princess repeats.
"Oh, hello your Highness." The tactician blinks and looks down at her. "I didn't recognize you for a moment."
"Clearly."
"The dress threw me off." Robin admits. When he sees her fidget in embarrassment, he amends the statement. "It looks good! I just wasn't expecting it. I thought you'd wear your Marth outfit."
"Apparently my fondness for that outfit is well known. Cynthia thought much the same when I discussed wearing a dress." Lucina murmurs.
"Well you do wear it all the time." Robin reminds her. "When we train, when we dance, when shopping, at dinner-"
"I get the point." Lucina coughs with a blush on her face. "Perhaps I am not so diverse in my attire."
"That's not a bad thing, it's very iconic to you." Robin reassures.
The two spend half an hour chatting and generally avoiding the noisy greetings taking place near the front of the hall. The idea of being swarmed does not appeal to either of them, so despite the pleading looks Chrom sends both of them they stay firmly away from the large group of people.
Inevitably the people start spreading out though, and some nobles make their way over to bothe- to greet the tactician and the princess. They both politely say hello to whoever comes by, but also refuse to be dragged away from their current spot. They are literally back-to-back as they suffer their way through dozens of introductions each.
In an act of petty vengeance, neither Chrom nor Sumia come to the rescue of their friend nor daughter. The Exalt and Queen smirk at the two from across the room where they're enjoying a nice relaxing chat with Maribelle.
It's Lissa who ends up bailing them out and pulling them over to the safety of the few Shepherds who are here. Sully and her husband Kellam are here, as is Kjelle. Frederick is also here, and Ricken and Brady (both clearly avoiding the crowd) are present as well. Lucina and Robin gratefully hide in the small group and make talk with what few Shepherds are here to avoid the other nobles.
Eventually the musicians arrives, and the dance begins. Chrom and Sumia, being the hosts, take the first dance together. Lucina watches her parents intently, noting the fluidity of their movements and how well coordinated they are.
When the first song is ending she plucks up her courage, and turns to Robin. "I would like to attempt a dance. Would you be my partner?"
The tactician smiles and nods. "Of course. Perhaps consider this a test."
He notes the stressed look that crosses her face, and decides maybe that wasn't the best thing to say.
"Never mind." He says as he takes her hand. "Let's just take this easy. Who would you prefer to lead?"
"May I for the first song?"
"Of course."
They assume closed position for the beginning of the dance at the edge of the dance floor. They want to be as out of the way as possible, but it's impossible not to attract some attention. They are two extremely high ranking individuals after all.
Lucina also tries to ignore the curious eyes of her parents on her. They'd probably guessed she can't dance, and are probably surprised to see her attempting to do so.
"Don't look at them, look at me." Robin whispers and catches her eye. "Remember the footwork and you'll be fine. Don't worry about small mistakes. I may not be leading, but I am here to catch you. Literally if need be."
"I dearly hope it won't come to that." The princess thinks internally as the next song starts.
The dance goes well enough. The two don't attempt anything unusual, and stick to very basic moves (despite the other dancers following the song much more properly). Lucina makes a few missteps, but Robin covers for her nicely and the mistakes are thankfully not too obvious with the dress obscuring her legs.
Lucina has also learned to not be as forceful when in the lead. Her grip is no longer a vice, and she doesn't whip Robin around like a child swinging around a doll.
"Okay." Robin murmurs as the song comes to an end and they take a moment to rest. "Next dance, this time I lead, alright?"
"Alright." Lucina nods nervously.
"If you don't feel comfortable-"
"No, I can do this." She says determinedly. "Lead me Robin."
He does exactly that, but the tactician pays keen attention for any sign of her usual issues. They've worked on her problems for the last few days and it's finally starting to show results. She no longer fights against him, and has somewhat gotten used to proximity needed for such dances.
Turns still cause her to tense up, probably because of how his hand presses into her side to signal the movement, but that's a minor issue.
At the end of the dance, Robin decides to something unexpected. He slips his hand up from her hip to her upper back and takes a step forward while whispering "dip."
Lucina's eyes widen in alarm, but she does as he asks and allows herself to bend backwards with only his support keeping her from falling. Her face is extremely flushed now from surprise and anticipation, so it catches her off guard when Robin does nothing more than hold the dip and pull her back up.
"Well done." Robin congratulates as the song finishes. "You did well, even with the unexpected dip."
"R-Right, thank you." She stammers.
"You look a bit flustered, are you alright? Maybe we should stop." Robin murmurs.
"Y-Yes, let's."
The rest of the party is not nearly as eventful. Lucina does dance with a few others during the course of the event like her father and Brady, but she doesn't accept requests from other noblemen. Robin is not quite as reluctant, and indulges the less irritating of the noblewomen who ask him.
Lucina pretends she's not watching him the entire time when he does so.
Eventually dinner comes around, and the dancing comes to a stop as large tables are put out over the dance floor to accommodate everyone. It's actually sort of a relief for Lucina, as she doesn't have to test her mediocre dancing skills any further.
After the night is over, and when she and her sister are heading back to their respective rooms, Cynthia asks "so Lucy, how was the dancing? It seems like you can Robin had a bit of fun."
"It was enjoyable." Lucina admits. "If a bit stressful."
"A bit too intense for you?" The pegasus knight grins.
Lucina raises an eyebrow. "What are you implying? I don't understand."
Cynthia laughs and skips on ahead. "Nothing sis!"
Lucina shakes her head and follows along behind her energetic younger sister. Today was fun, she would happily dance again at a party. Maybe she should ask Robin if he'll continue her lessons…
That's a good enough end. In case it wasn't clear, this takes place after the fall of Grima. Dancer Robin is something I've been trying to find a good way to use for a while. The logical way to do this chapter would have been to do an Olivia pairing for their shared love of dance, but that's sorta… normal. I wanted to do something interesting, so I waited on trying to write Dancer Robin until I got a different idea for it.
ARSLOTHES: No. Just… no.
LoveGlutton: Oh I know. You reviewers always have plenty of ideas. It's one of the best things about taking suggestions, I would never have come up all of these on my own.
AuraPhoenix1500: I'll be honest, I love demi-human/non-human ideas (both writing them and seeing others use them). I can't get enough of them.
Huh, I never thought of it that way. That is a lot of parallels… that was totally unintentional, but that's kinda cool. I didn't even notice all of that, nice catch. Sometimes you reviewers see more into the stories than I do, and it always surprises me when it happens because you pull out cool things like this.
Depends on when they met, because Alien Robin could be anywhere from a thinly-veiled psychopath to actually somewhat empathetic depending on how far along in her own timeline she is.
Matchmaker Robin is difficult, but I'll probably end up doing it because I love the idea. Still, Cupid Robin has something I might be able to use… hmm… I'll note it down.
I'll give the Robinsexuals a chance at some point. I'm actually really not fond of Say'ri, but I promised to do everyone eventually so she'll get a moment to shine eventually. I'll probably do Tiki first…
Nice hearing from you! Have a good day!
1silvergamer2: As much as I might like to say yes… no. It was coincidence.
Guest: Alright good. Actually I was thinking of the Greek Furies, not the horsemen.
G: Undertaker, Master thief, Guardsmen, Faceless, Shadow are all fine. Weeping angel has already been done (see the chapter Anomaly Robin), and I'm saying no to Chibi outright (it's basically just tiny Robin).
Bauers374: That wouldn't do very much to the story, so I'll put it under minor. Robin/Miriel has been done (see the chapter Consistent Amnesia Robin).
Tom: Neither can I. That's just extreme man.
Guest: Not gonna do that. Sorta out of tone with this whole collection. Fine idea for Varied Awakenings though, so I'll put it in that list.
Wrathie Winsre: Muhahaha! I am a god, I can retcon whoever I want! Ahahahaha!
So to make up for it, here's a chapter heavily featuring her. :P
I can totally do gender bender. Not in The Robin Variable, but I can totally do that.
I actually didn't intend to make Chrom a dick, I just wanted him to be paranoid. If it's funny though, I'll count it as a success.
Wait, are we still talking about Plant Robin here? Eh, it doesn't matter. Emmeryn would support whatever makes her siblings happy, that's just who she is.
Well, the nectar she makes is actually part of what can lure things to her. It has a strong sweet smell, and the aphrodisiac effect can make people act impulsively and therefore be easier to snare. It does have the obvious downside, but it's a useful tool.
Hey, I love talking about the theoretical side of things, don't stop on my account.
That's fair. I didn't really have an idea of how Robin could help beyond maybe fighting in the assassination attempt (because the enemy literally comes to the castle, and Robin is in the gardens) so I just didn't bother. I included chess as a way to allude to her tactical abilities, but I wasn't going to throw this idea away just because Robin can't really help. It was too much fun.
That would be great. I'm not quite sure how that would work, but I love the idea!
Poor Sumia. Her tripping would be the death of her, literally.
Well I was actually going to give caveman super strength and make him a fort buster (he was going to smash down walls with a club). So, while perhaps not skillfully, he could smash in a war situation.
I didn't even know that was an option.
Oh definitely. I can imagine the total paranoia Grima could sew by pretending to be other people (or maybe multiple people, imagine him having a conversation with himself in two different voices so that someone he knows is eavesdropping thinks those people are planning something, the possibilities are limitless!)
I suppose it is well used in her supports… but I just find it exceedingly annoying. Personal preference is all, she's a fine character.
Pfft, children? Who needs children? They can all die and you can complete the game just fine :P
Yeah, I can imagine that. It would actually be in character too, I can totally see Chrom saying something corny like that unironically.
We'll see.
-Insert joke about FEA being a dating sim here- But yeah, it was a nice to be able to choose all that. A "woman's battle?" being different? I beg to differ. A war is a war, no matter who's fighting it. Besides, I'm firmly of the opinion that Men and Women are not that fundamentally different, so I'm going to disagree on that. Although admittedly social context does tend to shape the personalities of men and women in different directions, so in that case I suppose I could understand your view, but I blame that firmly on society and not biology.
Frederick being lenient on women? I mean, maybe… but I like to think he'd be a hardass no matter what, because his job is to make sure everyone is combat ready and being a girl doesn't grant you magical protection from a sword in the gut. (Though that might just be projection on my part, I dislike the idea of someone getting special treatment because of their gender so I tend to write that viewpoint into the protagonists of whatever I'm writing, even if it's not fitting for the setting).
Gotta have flaws, yeah. OP characters can be fun (One Punch Man anyone?) but it's a difficult thing to do. That's partially why I shy away from combat focus when I write these chapters, because so many of these powers could be total story breakers.
Maribelle got an awful introduction, she was shown to basically be a bitch that cares only about Lissa and being 'proper'. Granted, the mission where she gets rescued shows a better side of her (and her supports with Ricken really lightened me up to her character as a whole) but that first impression really screwed over my opinion of her. Even Vaike (who's annoying to me) has both his positives and negatives shown in his introduction where he's easy going but a bit of an oaf. In-universe though, everyone knew it wasn't Maribelle's fault. Gangrel is a nut, plain and simple. If it wasn't for Maribelle being captured, there would have been more damage by 'bandit' raids before the war started, leaving Ylisse even worse off.
I once thought up an idea to try and incorporate seals into the story, but I left out the idea because it was too complicated and frankly unnecessary. Over the course of reading a number of fanfics I've seen people try to incorporate different ideas several times (someone actually tried to incorporate the battle grid, it was an interesting idea) but usually only Skills are the easy thing to fit in.
Don't let me distract you if you're busy. I appreciate your reviews, and I'd miss them if you stopped, but your life is far more important that my temporary enjoyment of a review.
I don't actually know how bad Chrom's father was in-game. He's not really mentioned all that often. We know he screwed over Plegia, but I don't actually think there's anything said about him being bad to his kids. We know basically nothing about their mother either. I basically decided that Emmeryn and Lissa got a fairly normal education and upbringing under their mother, and Chrom was the one who got all these terrible ideas shoved down his throat because of his father (many of which he ignored to be fair, he knew his father wasn't a good person) but the lack of a good role model aside from Frederick (who is extremely formal and works tirelessly) lends to his utter social incompetence especially around women, and tendency to overwork himself.
Frederick certainly would not approve, but he doesn't approve of petty notions like 'free time' and 'relaxing', so that's not a surprise.
I think I like that last one. Tharja knows how, but won't do it to anyone but Robin.
Yeah Morgan might, but Robin totally could too. Just because she's competent doesn't mean she can't pretend to mess up to invoke that protective urge. It's just occurring to me now how super manipulative this whole idea is. This actually seems fitting of a Yandere character to do something like this.
See you around!