Title: Overworked

Description: Robin spends nearly every waking hour working, whether it be preparing tactics or simply helping the other Shepherds with their problems. But what happens when he is overworked and needs someone else to look after him for once?

Notes: Takes place during the middle of the Valm arc, with Robin and Lucina having been a couple for a little over a week at this point.

"Robin, you need to rest."

A hand lightly shook his shoulder, snapping him from the indistinct haze that had fallen over his mind. In an instant annoyance rushed through him, both mind and body rebelling against the violent jolt back to awareness.

"Mhmmm can't... need too mhmmm… working...," Robin slurred, the words coming out at an near unintelligible mumble even to his own ears. He groaned again, he burying his face back in the arms crossed over his desk.

"No you don't, you're falling asleep at your desk as it is," the same person as before urged him. It took a moment before he released that the voice belonged to Lucina.

He blinked. Asleep at his… no, he couldn't rest now, needed to… Pieces of parchment clung to his face as he lifted his head. The too-bright light of candles stung at his eyes, his vision blurring as he clumsily groped for the quill that lay just out of reach. He must of misjudged the distance, instead of landing on top of his hand fell down just short of it, nudging it with the tips of his fingers. It rolled over the lip of his desk, landing somewhere out of reach.

"Robin," Lucina urged, more urgently this time. She grabbed his arm, stopping him before he could reach for another quill. "Look at yourself, you can barely move. You need to get some sleep, please."

"Can't… counting on me…" Robin mumbled, managing to half raise himself up from the desk."This work is too important. I need… need to keep going. If I don't finish this strategy for the next battle I… I can't let anyone die because… because..." he trailed off, finding it increasingly difficult to form words. His head throbbed with a dull, aching pain: the only real sensation amongst the fuzzy fog that clung to the world around him, making it impossible to focus.

"...Because I haven't done all I could…" he managed at last, speaking in no more than a whisper.

For a moment no reply, the world falling still. Then a vail of blue hair filled his vision as Lucina knelt down in front of him. Their eyes met, concern pooling from the princess' gaze. "Robin, you are doing everything you can. No one is going to die because of you."

"But…" he started to argue.

"Working yourself to death won't help any of us, Robin. Please," she urged, shaking her head. "You've always told me I should be taking better care of myself, and the same goes for you. What would happen if you, our tactician, collapsed under the strain?"

He said nothing, his argument stopped dead in its tracked by the simple, undeniable logic she presented.

Lucina lifted her free hand up to his face, stopping dead in her tracked when she was no more than an inch away. She hesitated, for a just moment uncertainty filling her , wish the sharp intake of breath she went in, cupping the side of his face. "Please, get some sleep for me." She ran her fingers through his hair absently, brushing aside the mess of loose strands from his forehead. Then, as if suddenly taking notice of her action, pulled her hand away in a sudden jolt. She averted her gaze, cheeks flushed bright red with embarrassment.

Robin too felt his cheeks burn, his skin tingling where Lucina's hand had been but moments before.. In the short time they'd been together… displaying affection was not his strong suit. Nor was it her's...

"Alright… you win..." Robin relented, slumping down onto his desk once more. Through a half aware daze he felt arms wrap around his shoulders, guiding him from his desk. Gentle hands helped him out of his coat and boots as he lay down, pulling covered up around him as sleep to slip over him.

The last thing he remembered was the scent of Lucina's hair as she leaned over him, whispering gently in his ear.

"Goodnight, Robin."

Then he recalled no more, falling into a sleep slumber. A smile on his face.

. . . . .

For several moments Lucina stood watch over Robin, transfixed by the look of serenity that had fallen over his features. It was easy to forget sometimes, for all that he does to look after herself and everyone else, that he often did so at the cost of himself.

You worry so much about everyone else, have given so much for all of us, she thought. Perhaps that is why she had fallen for him: never before had she met someone as selfless and willing to do whatever he could for the people he cared for. Rest well, Robin. I owe it to you to do whatever I can to look after your well being. You are so focused on taking care of everyone… perhaps it's time someone look after you.

Leaning down, Lucina kissed him on his forehead, her lips lingering for several long moments. Then, blushing even more than before, she turned away and hurried from the tent.

Author's Note: Well, I hope you guys enjoyed this little fluff piece I threw together for you here. I had originally intended for the next oneshot to be a retelling of Robin and Lucina first meeting Morgan, and their reactions to discovering they are parents, but got buried under a sea of work and didn't want to leave you with nothing until I finish that.

It was actually that sea of work that inspired this particular one-shot. I've probably spent around thirty hours over the past two days alone on a group project for the night class I was stupid enough to take while on an internship. So as I lay half asleep at my own desk, struggling to stay awake to keep working, this idea popped into my head, as it seemed like a it would be a very "Robin thing" for him to do, and one I could definitely related to right now (perhaps not the whole, "people will die" thing, that thankfully is not something I need to worry about). Now if only I had someone to look after me like Lucina does for Robin. I guess writing this will have to suffice for now.

Anyways, take are for now everyone. And please, if you have time to, leave a review. I love hearing your guys feedback, not to mention constructive criticism to help me improve as a writer and do even better in the future.