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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, Bomber, Bear Cavalry, Flying, ADHD, Super Strength, Patriotic.

Standard: Elemental, Deaf, Foreign, Future sight, 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, Deadly Touch, Mind Reader, Doppelganger, Arachne, D&D magic, Umbramancer, Horror Monster, Detective, Dominatrix, Songstress, Kinky, Matchmaker, Androphobic, Fashion Designer, Illusionist, Attraction Aura, Ring Maker, Sleeping, Therapist, Teleporting.

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, Age Control, Cradle Snatcher, Emo, Singer, Nun, Courier, Haunted Knight Armor, Egyptian, Sentient Object, Shit Lord, Court Wizard, Naga's sibling, Mad Queen, Artist, Predator, Cheshire Cat.

Other: Self-insert, Second Generation replacement, Dimensional Walker, Cycle, Fates.

Again combining together two ideas into one. Invisible Prince, these are two of yours: Shota and No Sense of Personal Space.

Doing the No Sense of Personal Space quirk was surprisingly difficult. Shota ended up being mostly irrelevant because it's just an aesthetic change.

Tiki wakes up to a small boy poking her cheek, and a blue-haired man trying to stop said boy from poking her cheek. She watches the two through one eye slightly cracked open.

"Robin, stop." The blue-haired man hisses.

"But you said we need to talk to her." The boy pouts. His shot pink hair falls in his face as he's literally pulled away from her, and he blows it aside.

"You don't go around waking people you've never met!" The blue-haired man whispers, probably unaware that Tiki is awake.

"But we need to talk to her." The boy repeats. His one good eye, gold in color, glances up at the man as he pouts. "How are we going to do that if we don't wake her up?"

"We let Say'ri do it, because she knows Tiki." The man sighs.

"Fine…" The boy grumbles. He's released from the man's grip and crosses his arms in a pout. While studying him, Tiki absently notes how the boy's eyepatch matches his other eye and his hair. The otherwise black patch has the image of a pink-petaled flower with a gold center on it.

"Unnecessary, I'm already awake." Tiki says, surprising the two of them. When she properly opens her eyes she finds that there are actually a few dozen more people in the room than she thought there were. There's an entire squad of differently dressed people, all with weapons. "I you are assassins, you are the most colorful group of assassins I've ever met."

"Nyahaha! Eliminate that idea from you head! We're just here to put an end to your sleep!" A white-haired mage jokes.

"Oh really? Pardon if I butcher my introduction then, I'm not feeling quite awake yet." Tiki jokes back, again causing the blue-haired man to blink is surprise.

"No worries! I'm sure my puns will blow away your exhaustion!"

"I feel awake already, you've certainly dispatched any traces of sleep from me." Tiki says. "My pardon, I think I'm out of puns now."

"Nyahaha! You did great!" The white-haired man laughs. "You really killed it!"

"Erm… if you're done my lady." Say'ri says tentatively as she glances between the Voice and Henry. "We would speak with you. We require your assistance."

"Of course." Tiki coughs. She sits up properly, straightens her hair, and places her hands in her lap. "What brings you all to the Mila Tree?"

"Making a new frien-" The boy is cut off by the blue-haired man covering his mouth with his hand.

"We are here to end a war." The man says firmly as he gives the boy an exasperated look. "I am Prince Chrom of Ylisse. I apologize for my tactician's touchiness Lady Tiki."

"It's quite alright." Tiki chuckles. "You say you wish to end the war? I am all ears."

###

"Whatcha doing?" Robin asks curiously as he peers over Tiki's shoulder. His head is actually resting in the crook of her neck, despite the fact that they are not particularly familiar with each other.

"I am reading." Tiki says as she glances at him. "And you?"

"Watchin' you read." He chirps. "Also, I came to ask you something."

"What is that?"

"Are you lonely?" Robin asks curiously.

"Well..." The manakete pauses in solemn though. "I suppose so, yes. Why do you ask?"

"Because Nowi sometimes talks about how lonely it to be a dragon cuz you outlive everyone, and Chrom told me you've been asleep for a long time, so I thought you might be lonely because all your friends are… well… dead."

How very blunt of him. "I can't say you are wrong."

"Yeah, I suspected as much." Robin pulls back from where he's resting on her shoulder. "But that's why I cam to invite you to go to the bar with everyone tonight! I know you usually sleep a lot, so I thought I'd tell you way beforehand so you can sleep before we go out, not during."

Tiki smiles. "What makes you assume I'll come?"

"Because food, and drinks, and conversation, and not being lonely?" Robin states as if it should be obvious.

"Alright, that is a good reason." She chuckles. "I would be more than happy to join you Robin."

"Not just me, all of us… though if you want to just join me, I'm happy to make it a date." The boy says while wearing a cheeky grin.

"I think you're a bit too young for that."

"I'm twenty five. I'm plenty old enough." Robin scoffs.

Tiki blinks in surprise. "You are?"

"Yeah. Why are you surprised? You're a few thousand years old and you look like a hot twenty-something lady." Robin says bluntly.

"That… is a fair point." She acknowledges. "Though humans are not usually so youthful looking when they are over twenty."

"It's a condition." He shrugs, still grinning. "Sooo is it a date?"

Tiki gives him a long hard look. After a few moments, she carefully says "yes, I wouldn't mind that. It will be a new experience for me."

Robin's face lights up in delight. "Great! I'll make sure your first date is awesome!"

"I'll look forward to it then…"

###

"Do you drink?" Robin asks.

"I've never tried." Tiki admits. She was always considered too young in the past.

"Well trying on a first date probably isn't the best idea…" Robin murmurs. "Barkeep! What do you have that's not alcohol!?"

"Water, milk, tea." The man grunts.

"Tea please." Tiki requests politely.

"Milk!" Robin chirps.

The rest of the Shepherds are also in the room, but while they're gathered around the various large tables, Tiki and Robin are sequestered in a corner.

"It has been a while since I have come to a bar." Tiki says as she glances around the room. "Even during the past times when I was awake, I only infrequently joined the others to such places. More oft than not though, I would stay in camp with someone else who would entertain me until I fell asleep."

"That sounds nice too."

"It was, but it means that this sort of location is not familiar to me." She murmurs. "I was told such places were too raunchy for me."

"Well it can get that way." Robin admits. "Especially if Vaike and Sully start one of their usual contests."

"Such as?"

"Arm wrestling, belching, drinking, posing, normal wrestling…" Robin lists. "I usually win that one."

Tiki blinks in surprise. "You aren't jesting with me?"

"Nope." He chuckles. "I'm great at hand to hand. It's kinda my thing."

"Here's your tea and your milk." A barmaid says as she puts down the drinks on the table. "Do you and your... son want some food ma'am?" It's very clear she has no idea what Robin's relationship to Tiki is. She's taking a guess.

"Me and my companion will have some food, yes." Tiki says. She includes the correction in her sentence rather than confronting the barmaid on it. After all the girl didn't make too unreasonable an assumption. "Robin, what would you suggest?"

"Meat!" Robin chirps. "Most taverns have some pretty good meat. Either that, or get their specialty if they have one."

"We are quite proud of our berry pie." The barmaid offers.

"Then I shall have that." Tiki says.

"I'll get chicken!" Robin chirps.

"Right…" The barmaid has an unreadable expression and she eyes Robin for a moment before leaving.

"How rude of her…" Tiki murmurs after the girl leaves.

"Nah, that's normal." Robin shrugs. "I look like a ten year old and I'm ordering food and drinks. Of course she's going to be suspicious. Nowi has to deal with the same thing."

"That sounds like a hassle if I am being honest." Tiki says.

"Oh it is, but you get used to it." Robin shrugs. "There are upsides. I get called cute a lot. It does wonders for my ego."

"I'll bet." Tiki smiles.

"Also, free hugs sometimes." The tactician grins. "Turns out when people think you're a kid, they're pretty okay with hugs."

The Voice chuckles. "My, how lucky."

"I know! It's awesome."

###

"So you're just gonna sit here?" Robin asks curiously.

"I will be meditating." Tiki murmurs as she takes her seat in the center of the ring of trees. "However, the Risen will mostly detect the growth of my power, and as such I will rely on the Shepherds to protect me."

"And protect you we shall." Frederick says resoutly.

"The Shepherds won't let you down Lady Tiki." Chrom nods. "Robin, you have a plan?"

"Yep. Not a fancy one, but it should work." Robin sighs. "Basically, I need everyone who can take a few hits to act as a wall. We're making a circle around Tiki. Healers are going to sit inside that wall, and our frail members are going to act as strike forces. Either they rove around in a band, smashing apart whatever they come across, or the stay behind the wall and only make small stabs outwards when they see openings."

"This seems like a very rough plan."

"It is." Robin admits with a frown. "I don't know exactly what troops we're up against, so this is the best I can do without information."

"That's fair." Chrom grimaces. "I'll send up Sumia, Cordelia, and Cynthia to try and get a look at the Risen before they get here."

"Please do."

Chrom spins about and flags down the pegasus riders and moves off to talk to them. Frederick follows, leaving Robin and Tiki alone for a moment.

"I must begin Robin." Tiki says as she gets comfortable. "I put my life in your hands."

"Please don't phrase it like that. I don't like being reminded you might die." Robin grimaces.

"Well then I'll just say I trust you very much." The lady says with a small smile. "Now I must meditate."

The Voice's eyes close, and Robin swears he can feel the air pulse around them, and that the grass and leaves seem to ripple in a phantom wind. Tiki lets out a deep breath and relaxes, and her head turns up to the sky.

Robin observes silently for a few moments and, when nothing else happens, turns to organize the defensive perimeter the Shepherds are setting up.

The pegasus riders return a few minutes later in a hurry. Cordelia is the first to bark out a report "Fliers of all sorts inbound! All directions but north are going to be under assault!"

"Well that's… problematic." Robin mutters. With a raised voice he shouts "Anyone with wind tomes or bows, get those out! We're facing a bunch of fliers! Everyone else, run interference!"

The first Risen rapidly show on the horizon. Wyvern lords, dark fliers, griffon riders, the whole buffet. A buffet of death. Like a buffet of poultry, but with death, and they're not all birds… this is a bad analogy.

"Archers! Mages!" Chrom shouts, and raises Falchion to the sky. "Shoot!"

A few arrows and blades of wind sail through the air, and they all claim a life, but the Shepherds are not numerous and despite the speed Virion and Noire can shoot at and the potent magic of their several mages there's only so many targets they can eliminate at once and the Risen are much more numerous than them.

"Brace for impact!" Chrom barks. He raises the Fire Emblem on his arm (which is a small shield, but an indestructible one at least) as the wyvern lord silently swoops at him. The undead wyvern's maw is open in a silent roar with thick black smoke billowing billowing out of its mouth as it glares at the prince.

Chrom cuts the wyvern in half effortlessly, but he's still appropriately cautioned by the intimidating sight.

Robin has a bit of an issue fighting flying enemies. Being a martial artist, he doesn't really have an easy way to strike at range. Sure, he can jump from the trees and wrestle a rider off their mount, but that's a lot of effort for just one takedown. It's satisfying but not practical.

"Fuck yeah! Take 'em out Rob!" Sully laughs as the tactician smashes another dark rider's face in and runs the mount into the ground.

Okay, maybe the 'small boy killing flying undead monstrosities by wrestling them' thing has value as a morale booster. Robin likes to think he's somewhat impressive, but he knows it's probably the absurdity of it people find interesting.

###

"Hmm..." Tiki hums as she awakens to see the trees around her almost totally undisturbed. "They protected me well."

Her immediate area is the only undisturbed area though. As soon as she peers beyond the trees, she can see evidence of a battle. There are gouges in the ground from where something flying crashed into the dirt and dug up the grass, scorch marks litter the field, and there are several arrows lying broken in the grass.

There are several Shepherds still being patched up even as she watches. Frederick seems to have taken a wound from fire, as there's a massive scorch mark on his shoulder armor which is lying discarded on the ground next to him as Lissa bandages him up.

The fact that she's not fully healing him signals that she can't do so without inducing severe mana sickness, and that only happens with particularly nasty wounds. Thankfully there don't seem to be any deaths though.

"Hey Tiki." Robin's familiar voice chirps as he skips up next to her. "How was you super zen meditation session?"

"That's not quite what what was going on, but yes." The Voice chuckles. "I have regained my former power." She pulls out a shiny stone from her pocket to show him. "I have generated a new dragonstone, and am prepared to aid you in the coming days."

"Sweet!" Robin laughs. "We can always use more manaketes! Nowi and Nah are already some of our strongest fighters, and now we got another one of them!"

"You speak of me as if I am a collectable game piece."

"I mean, I do have figurines representing everyone so I can run scenarios, so in a way you are a game piece…"

"I hope I will not be treated as such."

"Nah. People are people. They can't be sacrificed or put into too risky of a situation for tactical gain." Robin shrugs. "I'm no sociopath, and thankfully our squad is small enough that I can realistically expect us to go through fights with no fatalities."

"That's a very pragmatic way of looking at the situation."

"Yeah, well, when you're a tactician you have to deal with hard facts and numbers to an extent. If I was responsible for, like, a hundred people and we were fighting an equal number of troops, I don't think all the micromanaging in the world could prevent a fatality here or there." Robin says somewhat somberly. "And it's ironic, because large scale operations is where a good tactician is most useful because they win you the war and not just individual battles."

"The burden of being a good tactician is that you are best suited for situations where you cannot achieve a desirable victory." Tiki surmises. "You are more useful in situations where there will always be loses."

"Yeah, pretty much." Robin grimaces. He doesn't stay depressed for long though. "But! Let's not think of depressing stuff like that! You're awake! No one died! And we can really start ending the war now!"

"Of course. I shall aid you however I can." Tiki says with a smile. "I am yours to command, Robin."

###

"Robin…"

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing?"

"Saying hi!"

"Is this usually how you say hi?"

"Yep!" Robin hums as he clings to her tightly for a few seconds. "Just ask Chrom, I do this all the time!" He releases her a moment later, and grins confidently. "Because everyone loves hugs from a cute little boy, right?"

"Except you're not a boy. You're a man."

"Well I look like one, and that's good enough for most people." Robin chuckles. He puts a 'cute' look on his face; gazing up at her with wide eyes, a slight head tilt downwards while looking up to appear vulnerable, and generally making himself looking smaller and in need of protection "See? Even if you know I'm an adult, I can still trigger certain reactions just because of the way I look."

"I see." Tiki can't deny that the look is very effective. "I have a question."

"Yes?"

"Do you wish to appear to others as a child?"

"Nah. What I'm aiming for is being seen as cute. Being seen as a kid is a hassle." He huffs.

"I would assume so…" Tiki murmurs. "Pardon my curiosity, but… what is the biggest problem of being seen as a child."

"Curiosity is fiiiine." Robin laughs. "The biggest problem is… hmm… romance."

"Romance?"

"Yeah. Turns out, when you look super young, people tend to be super judgey about what you do even when you've told them you're an adult." He pouts.

"They still think it strange or immoral?"

"Yeah. They think in black and white. It's like they forget nuance is a thing." Robin sighs. "I've had people tell me I shouldn't be on the front lines because of how I look, or that I shouldn't be flirting with people because it 'sends a bad message to children' who see me. I mean, seriously people, can I not do normal things because I look different then I should for my age?"

"I think I understand." Tiki murmurs. "It is the same as saying that because someone has a different skin color they cannot do something, or that because I am a dragon I should not fight humans because it sets a bad precedent. Perhaps there is some minor founding in the idea, but under serious scrutiny the argument falls apart."

"Exactly!" Robin beams. He's clearly happy that someone understands, and Tiki wonders if none of the other Shepherds have shown as much comprehension as herself. "It's annoying to have someone go 'hey, you look different, so you can't ever have romance in your life!' I mean… that's stupid, but people insist it's a valid reason for stopping me from doing things! Nowi gets the same thing sometimes when she's seen with Gregor. They accuse him of pedophilia or something, ignoring the fact that they're both adults of sane mind because people don't fucking understand nuance!"

That last part Robin spits out with a sudden venom. Tiki suspects Robin has been stewing on this for a long time. "I see."

"Sorry." Robin says while taking a deep breath. "Got worked up."

"That is perfectly alright." Tiki smiles. "I am more than happy to allow you to vent with me. I know you are not a spiteful person Robin."

"Thanks…" The boy sighs and his body sags. "Wow, I never figured saying hello would tire me out so much."

"I think our conversation went well beyond saying hello." The Voice chuckles.

"Am I still cute like this?" He asks in a half-joking tone, clearly trying to bring back the jovial tone to their talk.

"Perhaps not at this very moment." Tiki laughs. "You look very frazzled and disheveled."

"Yeah, I suppose I do." Robin sighs. He straightens his back, and dusts off his clock. "I will return then when I am less frazzled."

"For what reason?" Tiki raises an eyebrow as the tactician leaves.

"I wanted to ask you to dinner again, but I'm gonna do it when I can ask more cutely." Robin says with a tired smile. "So… see you in a few hours."

"Of course." Tiki says with poorly-concealed amusement. "Then I shall accept in a few hours."

"Okay, see you then." Robin says, and leaves her tent.

Tiki shakes her head in slight bafflement and goes back to… what was she doing before Robin came in?

It can't be too important. Besides, she's much too excited now to focus on something minor like reading.

###

"I see…" Tiki smirks. "You truly think such a thing could work?"

"Maybe? I just wanna ride a dragon again." Robin admits with a sheepish grin. "I could ask Nowi, but she's too wild, I always feel like I'm going to vomit after riding her, and Nah doesn't like giving rides unless she has to."

Tiki can't help but laugh. "All that talk about tactics, and you want the equivalent of a piggy back ride?"

"No!" Robin pouts. But a moment later he amends "Well… okay, yes."

"You only had to ask." Tiki says to Robin's immense delight. He didn't expect someone so regal to be willing to do something like this. She immediately pulls out her dragonstone, and transforms in a flash of light. Robin eagerly hops up on her scaly back, and grabs hold of her neck. He as an excited shine in his one good eye that Tiki can clearly see when she cranes her neck around to look at him. "Ready?"

"Hell yeah!" The tactician shouts.

"Alright then…" Tiki flaps her wings and takes to the air. She starts off her flight slowly. She's not used to having a passenger, and she has no desire to accidentally drop Robin from fifty feet in the air. "Tell me if I am ever going too fast or you need a moment to collect yourself."

"This is awesome~!" Robin sings. He's already engrossed in being so high up. "I'm on a dragon!"

"Not just any dragon." Tiki chuckles. "How many people do you think get a ride from the Voice herself?"

"Anyone who asks?"

"And how many people do you think have asked?"

"...no one?"

"Exactly. You are the first."

"Cool…" Robin murmurs. A familiar girn crosses his face. "It's because I'm cute, isn't it? You couldn't say no to this face."

Tiki lets out a soft laugh, which is much louder than usual thanks to her dragon form. "I hardly think you need your ego stroked any more than than it already is Robin."

"Pff… everyone needs their ego stroked." Robin scoffs. "Like you! How long has it been since you had your ego stroked?"

"Every single time I wake up, because people treat me with absurd reverence." Tiki says bluntly. She takes a gentle turn, being sure not to twist her body too much, and starts to circle the camp. "I hardly need more fuel for my ego."

"Pff… sure you do." Robin scoffs. "Grovelling and compliments based on your rank are boring. What I'm talking about is important compliments, like… has anyone ever told you that you're really tolerant?"

"Well… no."

"You are! You put up with my weirdness after all." Robin says earnestly. He's not even really paying attention to the surroundings anymore. "And you even humor my requests! You're tolerant, and kind, and pretty-"

"I get the idea." Tiki huffs. If her dragon form could blush, it would.

"Do you reaaaaally?" Robin says in a teasing voice. "Sounds like someone's self-conscious and needs more compliments!"

Tiki realizes much too late she's just made the situation worse… or better depending on how one wants to see it.

"I like your hair, and you have a nice dress, and your voice is nice and clear and melodious, and-"

Tiki resists the urge to whine in an incredibly undignified manner as Robin continues to compliment her. It's been a long time since she's had such unconditional genuine praise heaped on her, not just idle flattery, and she frankly doesn't know how to handle it.

Tiki finishes the flight very quickly in a bid to escape Robin. Not because she dislikes what he's doing, but because he's making her too flustered to think function.

###

"C'mon!" Robin grunts as he hauls the manakete out of her bed. "Geddup!"

"I'm tired…" Tiki mumbles. She's internally surprised that Robin can so easily drag her around. He's deceptively strong.

"You're always tired." He huffs. "Wake up! It's time for dinner!"

"Noo…" Tiki says petulantly. There aren't many people she can be petty around, but Robin is one of them. "I'll just have breakfast tomorrow…"

"Not happening! You're coming with me!" Robin says. He slips his arms around her waist, and forcefully hauls her to her feet. Tiki flails her arms ungracefully as she tries to gain her balance. "You can't skip meals! It's not healthy!"

"I have done so for hundreds of-"

"Excuses!" Robin cuts her off as he grabs her hand. The small man pulls her out of her tent, totally ignoring her protests.

Tiki sighs at this whole situation, but also can't help but smile. It's been a long time since she's been part of a group like this, and all but required to attend meals. Not since she was part of Marth's army did she have any real responsibility… it's nice in a way. It's familiar.

"If you keep trying to skip meals, I'm going to tell Frederick." Robin scolds. "It won't be my cute face waking you up, it'll be his cold, unfeeling, cruel visage!"

"Of course. My apologies Robin." Tiki chuckles.

"Don't apologize to me, just get up in time! You don't want to deal with Frederick. He's scary…"

###

"Robin…" Chrom sighs.

"Yeah?"

"Are you bothering Lady Tiki?"

"No."

"It looks like you are."

"I'm just resting Chrom."

"Lady Tiki is not a pillow Robin."

"Sure she is! Right Tiki?"

"Mph…" The manakete mutters. She flicks a hand in Chrom's direction in a distinct 'shoo' motion. "Yes, sure, now let me sleep…"

Robin sticks out his tongue at Chrom and grins smugly. The Prince shakes his head. How in Naga's name Robin managed to befriend the Voice to such a level that he can casually snuggle up to her is beyond him.

Maybe it's because he looks like a kid. People are pretty tolerant of him because of that. Or maybe it's because he's totally irreverent of Tiki's authority and position.

Whatever, it's not Chrom's responsibility to worry about this, and it frankly doesn't seem to be a problem in the first place. He was only checking in on the two because he was worried Robin was being a nuisance. If that's not so, he'll leave the man be as long as he does his job.

"Maybe though." The prince thinks as he glances back at the tent. "Lissa was more right than I thought. If he's not bothering her, maybe there is a relationship happening there…"

Only time will tell though, and he has work to deal with. Chrom makes his way back to his tent to sort through the numerous papers he know awaits him.

We'll end here. I have no idea what to think of this chapter. Is it good? Is it awful? I honestly can't tell. You tell me.

Gfish59: Werewolf would be a strange one because… well it's basically Taguel but with an uncontrollable trigger. I'm trying to think of something interesting to do with it, but nothing has come to mind yet.

LoveGlutton: :P

Darkness is complete: I think that's been suggested before… but I don't see it anywhere. So yes, definitely. I've actually been mulling that over quite a bit recently trying to piece together a way for that to work.

Invisible Prince: I remembered that, but Male Robin never really seemed to fit when I did early drafts of that chapter to potentially use next update. I could only make it work with Female Robin.

G: Alright. Got it.

Lobotimite: Never actually watched that movie, but I found a picture at least. Giant elemental… sure. I'm not sure I can make Robin a living hand, so… uh… gonna say no to that. Alien v.s. Predator I've also never watched, but I'm sure there's a wiki somewhere…

Guest: Never played that game, never watched that series of videos, so your references are beyond me. I'll keep the idea, but I'll twist it however I see fit. I usually don't do specific requests anyways, I just take ideas.

Lazuras: Don't worry. I'll do research before using ADHD anyways.

Cyberchao X: Really? Huh, cool.

AuraPhoenix1500: I considered doing angry fairy, but decided it was sorta boring. Like sure, she's angry and small, isn't that funny…? Nah, not really. It's overdone, and not in the 'done a lot because it's good' sorta way. Also, I was gonna use Chrom at first but Frederick actually slotted in a lot better than Chrom (which is unusual because I usually find using another man just results in a "this is okay but Chrom would have been better" situation)

It wasn't Say'ri that I dislike. It's Severa, Tharja, and F!Morgan, and that's only in the game (because as the writer, I can tweak those characters to make them tolerable to me). Thank you for the suggestion though, Therapist Robin is a good idea!

Have a good day! Nice to hear from you!

She Who is Woe: It was weird to make Robin the bad guy. That actually breaks the rule I usually use for writing these chapters (Robin has to be on Ylisse's side) but it was a really fun chapter to do. Also got to use Henry, which is always a treat.

I never liked how most media just make a certain race or species unconditionally evil, so I actively try to subvert that every once in a while.

Lobotimite (again): Sometimes when I write my other main story, Five Stars, the autocorrect turns Robyn into Robin because I use both spellings so much.

bauers374: No promises.

Very true.

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I considered elaborating on the sex part, but I decided it was better left unsaid.

That is how I see it going down. Robin would be friendly, Frederick would enjoy her company but not be forwards, and eventually Robin would have to be the one to propose because Frederick never considered it because he's too duty-focused.

I'm not sure Frederick is thick. He's not quite as socially inept as Chrom. He just cares a lot about duty and doesn't know how to relax… though there was that support with Lissa where she mentioned she was so obvious with her crush and he never noticed, so maybe you do have more of a point that I'm assuming…

No, Tiny Morgan is not retcon. He exists, and is just as adorable as you think he is.

I didn't take Frederick to be one to give up on his duty just because he got married. Deems against his nature.

I mean, it's not unreasonable to assume Chrom is being dense at any given time. That is his default state after all!

Teleporting Robin? Hmm… I can work with that…

You're very much correct. I intended Robin to be a bit more relevant, but the chapter naturally lend itself to being Lucina-focused and I just rolled with it rather than try and change it.

I suppose that could be argued, but at the same time Robin is the avatar so he sorta holds the same weight as Chrom.

I also dislike character death to be honest, and I've never been a fan of horror for various reasons.

I mean… I treat the world as if it's more open and understanding, but that's usually because I'm dealing with Emmeryn who is super understanding and Chrom who can be stubborn. I actually assume most of the council and dukes for Ylisse are actually sorta douchey (and tied up in bloodline politics and arranged marriages) and it's just the current royal family that ignore it.

You assume baby Alraunes are going to randomly strike out at everything around them? Hmm… I actually have so many questions about Alraune growth now that I hadn't considered before. How do they learn to speak if they eat most people they come across? How do they get so intelligent. Hmm…

That's a fair point. She wouldn't be able to change classes if she was really that bad.

Very true. Feral and dumb are two different things. I don't think it would take long for Robin to get bored of Vaike. I know I got bored of him real quick.

#Fakenews

That's another good point. I need to make a chapter where Robin and Grima have totally different skills… that would be cool.

I think you've hit the nail on the head. Tsundere has always rubbed me the wrong way. Just personal preference.

That would be a grim story. Don't worry, it's really not my style anyways.

It does create bonds, yes. I won't deny that. And what are we saying is the norm exactly? The proposal happening by accident, or the partner proposing?

I'm no ace in battlefield tactics myself I'll admit. I just have faith that most battle tactics are tried and tested.

Yeah, probably a good call to drop this. You broadened my thinking though, so thanks for that.

Miriel is stock, but thankfully she gets a decent amount of love in fanfictions (can't say the same about Sully…), and Ricken is sorta cute. At first he rubbed me the wrong way, he seemed like a bratty tagalong kid, but his supports really warmed me up to him.

Well said, I agree.

That's fair. Popularity and being a good ruler are not intrinsically related. Correlation, not causation.

Trauma Chrom? Is this the "everyone is dead but him and Robin" version?

Everyone assumes, and no one does. That's actually a really good idea. You don't see that a lot in fiction, there's usually always some deep reason for something happening or not happening, but just "people forgot/assumed someone else would" is a totally valid reason.

I can see it now. Frederick giving a lecture to someone on what colors of blanket best flatter Chrom's complexion, and how to cook a very specific breakfast that he likes, and when Chrom needs to get up in the morning, and generally trying to turn Chrom's wife into his second babysitter.

Alright. Just making sure. It wouldn't be the first time I've offended someone by accident, so I've learned to always give a disclaimer.

Nice to hear from you as always!