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secretlykoishi · 2 months

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My fucking God, can you imagine how much of a twist it would be in Awakening if Chrom actually died when Robin stabbed him and the rest was up to Lucina?

Like Robin accidentally kills Chrom for real and then the last 3 chapters are now driven by a distraught and desperate Lucina. This would be even better if Robin (female or male) is married to Lucina for extra drama points but this still works even if they're just friends.

Like imagine you're Lucina, your wife is Robin, and you figure out she's the one who will kill your dad. You know you have to kill her, and she accepts it, just asking you to find someone else to love so you're not alone. But you can't kill her, you love her too much. And your dad comes in and says it's okay, Robin won't kill him, she's strong enough to overcome it. So, naturally, you trust and out your faith in your dad and your wife.

Then, it happens. Your wife isn't able to stop herself. She isn't able to weaken herself. In spite of all her efforts, Robin ends up killing your dad. Obviously she's mortified and feels guilty to no end, but she still wasn't able to stop herself. Your goal of saving your father was fruitless. And worst of all, you don't even have time to grieve. Grima is still coming, and now it falls to you and your wife—who is also reeling from her accidental murder of her best friend and your father—to stop him.

And you then are faced with the choice of either putting Grima to sleep or having Robin kill him. Robin, who is your wife, but also killed your father, would most likely be lost to the attack too. There's no good option. Everything is painful. Do you agree to let Robin do it, losing your wife and the other mother of your son, but indulging the potential desire to punish the one who killed your father? Or do you discourage her, try to save your wife and the other mother of your son, but know that Grima will come back? No matter what, there's rough emotions to work through.

Anyway yeah I love this super angsty idea and I may write about it some time.

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randomkposts · 11 months

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And still our bonds give me strength

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Married Chrobin Risen King Chrom. (Grima is possessive)

"I know in our vows, we said -till death do us part- but now that it was a reality, I find that limiting." Grima tells him, almost conversationally.

Chrom kneels and listens, his vocal chords not yet recovered enough to speak.

"You are mine, you are my husband. And I am a god. Why should I have to loose you for good, when I can have you right here beside me? Life is meaningless, but our bonds give us strength. And our bond is unbreakable."

Chrom's skin is pale in death, and his eyes red, but that does not matter to Grima. A crown is placed on Chroms head, as a kiss is placed on his mouth.

"Go bring me the other Shepards, my love. We have another war to fight togther. And just like last time, you will lead them."

A sword is offered , and Risen King Chrom accepts it and rises, resolve burning.

He will not fail.

#risen king chrom #chrobin #grima x chrom #random k #plot bunnies #fe chrom #fe grima #fe robin #fell exalt chrom #fallen chrom #fell exalt #fire emblem awakening #fire emblem awakening bad future #fire emblem heroes #my wriitng #fire emblem

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lovehotelreservation · 1 year

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chell level w me for a min . grima fell king chrom dp

I'LL LEVEL WITH U WHILE THESE EVIL BICHES LEVEL UR HOLES

Focuses on a female reader~

🔞 Warning: contains themes of unhealthy possessive behavior, dub-con, and breeding/impregnation! 🔞

"If conquest of the land is within sight, surely the next step for a king would be to bear an heir, no?"

It was a question that Grima posed to Chrom--lips curled into a devious smirk, his voice husky and sinister.

For his inquiry was actually meant to be a teasing threat directed at you.

After all, you were trapped.

Stuck in the middle between both Grima and Chrom, stuffed full with both of their cocks while they continued to ravage you mercilessly.

The former--whose villainy was known from the beginning--took much pleasure in your feeble whines as he continued to spear the full length of his dick into your ass and mark your neck with his fanged teeth.

As for the latter, he commanded a possessive grip on your hips while he proceeded on with slamming into your core. His eyes--at once an ocean blue--were now a deep crimson, gazing at you not as one would affectionately do their love, but as a mere object for him to claim and own.

It was his descent into darkness that made for a heartbreaking plummet for you to bear witness, and was was why you dared to brave the path to the lair where he had gone to conspire with the Fell Dragon to rebel against the Order of Heroes.

Against you.

Chrom let out a grunt as he reinforced his hold on your hips, sparing not a moment more to quicken the already vigorous pace he was pounding into your core by. His darkened eyes staring right into yours, he declared, "The Fell Army will need capable heirs to lead us to our rightful victory. Your body, your womb, your future--all will be in service to our will."

While you were left to grab onto his shoulders helplessly, your heart torn and your body overwhelmed, Grima let out a delighted cackle as he eagerly joined in thrusting into you even harder as well.

"Oh, how I long for the day when those fools at the Order of Heroes finally arrive for your rescue, Summoner! Their beacon of hope now reduced to a pitiful whore whose only purpose is to be bred and bear heirs!"

His gloved hand trailed to the back of your head as he pushed you forward, making your lips slam right onto Chrom's. He soon brought his lips to your ear as he chanted hauntingly,

"So break for us now! Break for us! Break for us! Break for us!"

You shuddered, your body trembling as you braced for yet another orgasm.

How desperately you tried to cling to hope as it quickly slipped through your fingers.

Soon, you would have no other choice but to cling onto these heartless men instead.

#grima x reader #chrom x reader #reader insert #super freaknasty writing #Fic

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starburstdragon · 1 year

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It's my birthday watch my Chrobin video

#chrobin #fire emblem awakening #chrom x robin #fire emblem #chrom fire emblem #chrom fe #robin fire emblem #robin fe #grima fire emblem #grima #grima fe #video #technically i made this a little bit ago but i scheduled it so i could ask ppl to watch it for my birthday and then forgot lol #bloomposting #Youtube

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kumeko · 10 months

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A/N: For the Tactician’s Soliloquy zine! I tried to capture as many different flavours of Robin (well, Chrobin, really, but shhhh). Thank you FeH for giving me so many Robin outfits to work with.

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Chrom was a fool.

Even in this strange new world of Askr, there were certain truths that remained the same. People were weak, Grima was powerful, and Chrom was a fool. If it weren’t for the summoner’s powers, binding Grima’s soul as tightly as chains, they would have razed this world twice over. There would have been no need to go home; whether Grima ruled Ylisstol or Askr, it didn’t matter.

Instead, they were forced to stay their hand as a festival raged around them. Grima’s hand curled into a tight fist, claws digging into their palm as coddled children ran about, barely supervised by their amused parents. Lovers flitted about, winning prizes and sharing candy. Other heroes and villains went about, softened by their time in this foreign land.

As though all of this weren’t bad enough, they were forced into this ridiculous costume on the whims of the summoner. It was a garish thing, furry ears, gloves, and boots to give the image of a wolf. Even their cloak had changed, leaving her in some strange shirt and shorts.

Grima wasn’t amused by any of this in the least.

The second the invisible restraints loosened, Grima would tear off the whole thing. They might even murder the summoner and everyone who had witnessed them in such a weakened state. First though, they’d kill the man standing in front of them.

“Robin?” Chrom asked, expression open and accepting as he slowly stepped forward. He looked exactly the same as he had decades ago, when he had been more prince than king, more novice than warrior. A man just barely tempered by the war that threatened to tear his country apart. “Can we talk?”

If Chrom weren’t a fool, he would have realized his time was numbered instead of approaching them a third time that night.

Then again, if Chrom weren’t a fool, he wouldn’t have approached Grima in the first place.

“I told you to leave me alone,” Grima growled, biting their cheek as a flash of pain, as quick as lightning, shot through their head. When they’d killed Chrom all those years ago, that should have been the end of it. There had been no one else out there who could have reawakened the slumbering vessel. There had been no one else to get in their way as they conquered the continent.

Naga must have been up to her schemes again. It was the only explanation Grima had for getting summoned to Askr, to a world that not only had Chrom, but was in fact teeming with him. Grima had seen at least five so far this night. One was dressed in a ridiculous outfit like theirs, and perhaps Grima should be grateful that they were dressed as a wolf instead of a weak rabbit. Another Chrom had looked like the king he could have been, in another world where Grima hadn’t succeeded.

Every single one of them had stopped Grima, reaching out with warm hands. No matter how they dressed, no matter when or where they’d come from, they were still unmistakably Chrom.

There was a streak of kindness to them all that would get them killed.

That had gotten them killed.

“I know. I still hope we can talk.” Chrom smiled sadly.

“What is there to talk about?” Grima snorted scornfully. As usual, the fool tried where he shouldn’t and believed in what wasn’t there. It was tiring. “There is nothing binding you and I. We are strangers.”

He fell silent before shaking his head. “That isn’t true.”

Briefly, Grima contemplated just walking away like last time. Yet, that hadn’t been enough to stop Chrom—any of them—from approaching Grima yet again. The summoner wouldn’t let them kill him. Chrom wouldn’t give up without a conversation. If they didn’t deal with this soon, Grima’s entire time on Askr would be spent dodging Chrom.

The only way to end this was to just let him have his spiel.

As stubborn as Chrom was, there was no other way to get him to back away. Grima resisted the urge to rub their forehead; the sooner this was over, the sooner the headaches would disappear. Taking the bait, they asked, “How?”

Chrom stared at them, surprised, before gathering his wits. “You are Robin, that’s enough to bind us. No matter what world you come from, no matter how different our pasts or how deeply you’ve buried yourself, that doesn’t change.”

How simple it sounded from his mouth. It couldn’t be anything further from the truth. Grima reminded him, “I am not your Robin.”

“Even then.” Chrom smiled softly, undeterred. “You are still Robin. There is no world where that is not true.”

Grima clicked their tongue, annoyed. “I am not Robin at all—that bond belonged to them. I am Grima. There is no connection between us but that of blood and death. Your death.”

“I don’t believe that.” His eyes were filled with an unreadable emotion as he stepped forward, his hand rising. “It might be small, it might be quiet, but I can still hear Robin’s voice in yours.”

His fingers brushed Grima’s cheek, sending a jolt through their spine, and they flinched. “Don’t.”

They stepped back, before Chrom could do anymore. Grima gripped their cheek, claws digging into their skin. They’d felt this once before, after they’d pierced Chrom’s chest. Chrom’s expression had been just as impossible to understand then. His voice had trembled, his cool hands shaking as he had cradled Grima’s cheek.

It’s not your fault.

A useless memory. A relic that should have been lost long ago.

Yet.

In Grima’s world, there was no one strong enough to defeat them, no powers that could defend against them—even with Naga’s blessings, the world was a wasteland. Grima had spent years wiping out any resistance or signs of power. Nothing would defeat them. Nothing.

Yet this single connection, this lone memory was a weak point, digging into Grima like a thorn.

Like the moon pulled into earth’s orbit, they couldn’t get away from Chrom no matter how hard they tried.

“Why…” Grima dug their claws in deeper, until blood dribbled down their cheek.

Worried, Chrom stepped forward, gently prying Grima’s hand off their cheek. “We need to get that checked. Are you okay?”

“Don’t,” Grima repeated, a warning growl erupting as they pulled free from Chrom’s burning touch.

They had enough memories haunting them without adding another.

Without a second thought, Grima plunged into the suffocating crowds in the festival, walking faster and faster until they couldn’t feel Chrom’s stare anymore. When this blasted festival was over, they’d force the summoner to send them back.

Somewhere within them, they felt a shard of Robin, of their vessel stirring, and Grima gritted their teeth.

For all of his idiocy, Chrom had been right.

There was a connection between them.

Grima would just have to make sure to kill it again.

#fire emblem awakening #chrom x robin #chrobin #chrom #robin #grima #fire emblem heroes #fanfic

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fire-emblem-drabbles · 2 years

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Master List: Fire Emblem Awakening

Chrom: not sfw; All Tied Up, “Is it so wrong to want you to only smile at me? It feels weong but I can’t help but feel that way.”, the summoner is a single mother to a 3 yr old girl and Chrom cannot help but have huge dad energy,

Cordelia: trans Cordelia, not sfw; first time together,

Gangrel: first fic I ever posted on this blog!, sometimes Sydney can write things for herself. as a treat, Vengeance; a 10k oneshot about how much I love Gangrel,

Grima: sometimes a dragon can be soft, “You’ve got me wrapped around your finger.”, your love is enough for me, Chimerical, “Next time they touch what’s mine I’ll rip their fucking arms off.”, Teaching Traditions,

Priam: cute early mornings,

Robin: “You told me you love me you can’t take that back“,

Tharja: Stay a little while longer,

Walhart: “You think I’m watching you? Don’t flatter yourself.”

#Fire Emblem Awakening #chrom x reader #cordelia x reader #Gangrel x reader #grima x reader #priam x reader #robin x reader #tharja x reader #walhart x reader

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quralight · 8 months

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new Robin's outfit, so cute😚💕

#fire emblem #chrobin #fire emblem chrom #chrom x grima #chrom #chrom x robin #fire emblem heroes

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the-priestess-of-dawn · 3 months

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but you still matter: (grima x chrom) because the whole story turns on the memory of a friend

Tracklist + thoughts under the cut

1. Hollow - Cloudeater

I stay empty, I feel the hunger So simple when I was younger I awaken with the thunder A bold statement to end my slumber

2. Valentine's Day - Linkin Park

And the ground below grew colder As they put you down inside But the heartless wind kept blowing, blowing

3. Black Sun - Death Cab for Cutie

How could something so fair be so cruel When this black sun revolved around you?

4. When I Watch The World Burn All I Think About Is You (Demo) - Bastille

Oh, lay me down in ash again And watch the world crumble Oh, oh, oh, oh All I think about is you

5. Youth - Daughter

And if you're in love, then you are the lucky one 'Cause most of us are bitter over someone Setting fire to our insides for fun To distract our hearts from ever missing them But I'm forever missing him

6. Back to You - ROMAN

I hear your voice like a crash but It's only a whisper, it’s already fading I yell so loud at the world I'm lost in the shadows It's already fading

7. Echoes of You - Marianas Trench feat. Roger Joseph Manning Jr.

You know I tried to make it vanish I just want to make it vanish But the notes of an old mistake Still ring louder every day

8. Asking for a Friend - CHVRCHES

'Cause I filled my bed with my regrets But it hasn't killed me yet None of it mattered None of it mattered And the mess we made on Fridays Gave me Sundays on my knees But you still matter You still matter

Enjoy crying over Grima :::)

No but see, I was listening to my (large, disorganized) main Chrom/Grima playlist when I started thinking... you know, I could divide some of these songs into sub-categories... make some curated playlists focused on a particular theme...

So I decided to go with "Grima's eternal longing for their dead other half."

There's kind of a... not exactly a narrative, per se, but... a progression, I guess, with these songs. Starting at the beginning with Hollow, we have Grima's feelings of emptiness, of hollowness... and that's it. And then we have Valentine's Day, where it's like, okay, sure, Grima took note of Chrom's burial, but it's not THAT important. "The heartless wind kept blowing." (and what does it say that Robin was the wind at Chrom's back?). Moving on to Black Sun, we get to the idea that okay, maybe it was important, actually. Chrom was the center of Grima's world. His death was cruel. With When I Watch The World Burn All I Think About Is You we see a further concession. Fine, so Grima thinks about him constantly. They're destroying the world but he's what's on their mind. No big deal. But then we have Youth, and the reveal that burning the world down is really just "setting fire to our insides for fun, to distract our hearts from ever missing them." Then we have Back to You, where Chrom's voice is fading, Grima's very sense of self is fading, and no, it's not what they want. It's not. Echoes of You is a swelling of guilt. The remnants of memory, the echoes of Chrom, won't actually go away. And then, finally, we reach Asking For a Friend. Nothing that Chrom and Robin fought together for mattered. They made a mess of the world and failed to create peace, failed to save anybody at all, only brought ruin... but even though their story was a failure, it still mattered. To Grima, Chrom still matters. He never stopped mattering.

I remember reading a post here on tumblr a few years back (and I'm sure I'll never find it now, because well, you know how tumblr search is) about the value of tales that end in tragedy. How these stories tell us that even when our heroes fail, their journeys, their lives, nevertheless mattered. That they had an impact worthy of being shared.

And of course, me and my 24/7 Grima brainrot immediately thought...

Damn, did Grima ever ensure that Chrom mattered.

#chrom x grima #chrobin #fire emblem awakening #fe13 #fanmix #playlist #hope you enjoy this one 'cause i sobbed for hours putting it together

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darrenellisdessins · 1 year

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[reupload from october 2022]

wanted to do something with a darker tone than I use to do.

#chrobin #grima #m!grima #fe chrom #chrom x robin #fire emblem fanarts #fire emblem awakening #fire emblem

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chromunist · 7 months

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Grima x Risen Chrom based off Paulo e Virginia by Alessandro Puttinati

#chrobin #fire emblem awakening #chrom #chrom fire emblem #risen king chrom #fell chrom #grima fire emblem #robin fire emblem #thiswasoneofthosedrawingsufeellikeucanworkonforeverTT

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dennydraws · 2 months

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I can't believe @sunnyluma bullied me into posting this... Disclaimer: I write fanfiction once in 10 years, English isn't my native language. I got plot bunnies during the affinity event in FEH

Day of Devotion Words: 1877 Characters: F/Robin (FEAwakening) x Julius (FE4)

The Day of Devotion. A lovely holiday in Askr, a day to bring flowers and express love - all kinds of love. Love towards friends, family … and more. Robin smiled as she placed the flowers through her hair. A smile that would slowly wilt with every next bloom that found it's place on her garments. Her family - the shepherds, they were not here. Not in the same ones in any case. Chrom who once was the closest to her heart was now spending the holiday with another Robin. Not that this Chrom was the same Chrom she knew. Just how many versions of herself were there? It would've been a lie if she said she didn't feel cheated that she was plucked form a timeline she had found happiness and salvation from Grima… or was on the verge of it in any case. And now she was here, in the middle of other conflicts. Happiness was so close and then taken away.

But feelings, especially personal ones such as those had no room on the battlefield and she as a tactician knew that better than anyone. So, her smile adorned her lips once more. She still had plenty to be thankful for - Askr was welcoming place and she had the unique opportunity to meet so many heroes from across time and space - even …more versions of herself! She saw some Robins with worse fate - reminding her of what could've been had she not met Chrom. And there were some Robins who seemed to have tied the knot …with some questionable individuals from the army. She still couldn't wrap her mind over how could any versions of herself would get married to Gangrel of all people and yet the utter devotion she could see in their eyes spoke volumes of how strong that bond was. The smile began to wilt again.

"Oh, get a grip Robin… that's not like you at all." She closed her eyes and shook off any sign of bitterness that could even try to emerge. After all, she knew full well what Grima would feed upon if she even slightly allows it. Instead Robin picked the buoquet of flowers and went out to find someone out there who got no flowers today - surely there ought to be a lone soul somewhere in Askr that could use a little happiness today. As Robin strolled the paved streets, slowly but surely she reminded herself - it was for a tactical benefit. Happier heroes make for stronger units. At the end of the day their survival was the main goal. And that's exactly what she thought when her eyes stopped upon Julius. Alone as usual, he was leaning on a tree in the shades and away from everyone and everything. Robin was aware of his circumstances, in fact she considered him almost like a distant reflection of herself. She knew how a dragon's hold on the mind could feel even when everyone in the army was sure there was nothing left of the real Julius there. Purely for tactical purposes, she reminded herself once more. "Happy day of devotion." Robin beamed a polite smile, holding forth the flowers.

There was a moment of complete confusion on Julius' face. Julia had attempted to sneak a bouquet earlier today which he had instantly crushed despite the screams from his inner mortal puppet. He didn't expect more or any other interactions today, in fact he was hoping he'd be left alone today and this brief moment of confusion loosened the grip he had. "Why?" Julius uttered in an usual calmer voice. Robin immediately caught it. So he was still in there, she thought. Talking to her own fallen self was completely useless when she had tried before but this change of tone made her consider - there might still be something of Julius left in him. "Why not? You've been helping the army fight off whatever evil is looming over us. Isn't that a good reason to thank you for your efforts?" Robin answered pulling her best tactician voice. After all, it was simply stating the facts.

"Hah! You think I do that out of devotion? I long to crush you like the little insects you are. The contract simply binds me to crush only specific ones. But when this contract is broken you will make no difference to me!" Julius leaned in, his hand over the flowers clutched into a tight grip before Robin could even let go. "Yes well… I'm glad you are accepting the flowers though my hand doesn't come with them." Robin noted completely ignoring the dragon's taunts. Another moment caught off guard. "Ah…" A sudden obedient withdraw followed. There he was again, Robin thought and a smirk formed her lips. So that's how you had to go with it. The more you registered Loptous the more he emerged. She just had to see Julius instead. Her eyes squinted. But that was an issue wasn't it? No one knew Julius… except when he was a child and even then, that was so long ago. Whoever was inside had all grown up now. "You seek something that is no longer there." the dragon smirked, taking the flowers, nails gripping into them. Oh he only had to tear them now in front of her to make his point and yet, this hand was flinching in disobedience.

"Hmm, yeah been there, done that." Robin waved her hand after which she completely ignored the looming figure and sat under the tree next to him. This dress certainly made it a bit harder. As much as she enjoyed the flowers, at the back of her head she only wished she was in her comfortable long robes and poofy pants. "They only see the monster, the big disappointment that you are no longer you. It really chips away from your confidence, doesn't it? We're not that different - you and I." Julius remained frozen and still. The dragon was silenced in sheer anger. How dared this mortal overlook him!?

"I was just… lucky. I had someone to pull me before that grip got too strong to bear. But there were times I wasn't as lucky." Robin wasn't looking at him, her smile turned somber, "But you are still holding on. It means you are devoted to something - a hope, an idea, maybe someone… That's worth celebrating today, don't you think?" The pain coming through Julius' head was immense but he made no noise. He couldn't let Loptous groan or grunt like every other time he even tried to produce a thought of his own. His hand was holding on to these flowers - a devotion to hope he never dared speak and he was ready to break his own hand before he lets him crush them. The silence hung in the air. Robin didn't move or look up. A heavy feeling began to swell into her throat - is this how Emmeryn felt? Memories of her speech before she lept into her death after no reaction came from the armies started to surface. The painful realization that the ideals you hold on to are not strong enough to change the inevitable tragedy ahead. A mental kick followed - when did she get so foolish as to let emotions dictate her so? She was a tactician. Emmeryn pure and kind expected the best in people and the world needed people like her but Robin? She had to ground herself. This conversation was nothing but tactical approach to boost morale, nothing more.

Something gently snuck behind her ear. A flower form the bouquet. "I used to.. place flowers in her hair." Julius muttered, slow and uncertain. He had leaned over, his look distant yet searching. Robin turned immediately with her eyes widened. This was most certainly not Loptous. Her mind raced. What did he mean? Oh, he probably meant Ishtar. Of course he did. A little bitter reminder. She mentally bit her tongue - now was not the time for this. The point was - he was still there, in fact he emerged. Was it a good moment to run and call for her? No, that would mean leaving him alone and this moment felt too crucial. Like a battlefield on it's own, it was all about timing, catching the flow and turning it to your favor. "The…best I could do... was to let them go. If they hated me…they would not come near, they would not …be hurt by him. If they... knew I was still here…they would hesitate and he would kill them. They…are safe now… without me." Julius continued speaking with his look turning more and more empty with each word.

Robin recognized where this was going. His thoughts would spiral in despair and Loptous would emerge again, maybe this time for good. She had to think fast, what to reply before he'd slip again. She had to help him win this battle. "Your strength is admirable and I say that as a tactician." Robin replied with a forced brighter tone, pushing any and all emotions that could possibly create a tremble. She had to focus on… Julius. Not on Loptous. Not on the weaved tragedy that had stained every step of his life but on the hero who no one would see or even believe was still in there. Julius' eyes gained a brief focus even if no words came out, Robin knew he was looking at her… maybe a bit too strongly. It was strange, she had seen Julius many times, but never… The Julius, nor his look ever felt on her, not like this. She gave herself another mental kick. Now she began to see how some version of her out there married Gangrel - he too probably did this helpless lost look on her and tugged her heart strings. Probably even gave her flowers. Apparently that was a weak spot she had not realized. Although the image of Gangrel holding a bouquet of flowers was absurd and yet suddenly things began to make a bit more sense regarding her romantic choices in some alternative realities.

"I mean it. I'm proud of you, Julius!" Robin added further as small attempt to break the silence once more and shake any potential emotions trying to find their way into her heart. Instead of a reply Julius simply slumped on his knees, much like a tired puppet with loosen strings and planted his forehead on her shoulder. Robin turned stiff as a statue. That certainly wasn't an expected turn of events. Carefully she moved her arms to give him a careful pat which gradually became a hug. Goodness, this… escalated quickly, she thought. Julius couldn't utter more words. Rather he basked in the sensation of his own body for as brief as this was going to last. He wanted to enjoy the moment - he wasn't sure if he'd ever get another. But the smell of flowers in her dress, her hair, the gentle hold on him - yes he… he would get another. He would fight to get another moment such as this.

Autor Note: Do not blame me for this idea, blame this!

I can't believe I wrote a fanfic in 2024 about Fire Emblem...

#My writing!?#Fire Emblem Awakening #Fire Emblem Genealogy of The Holy War #Julius #Robin #I can't believe I got bullied into posting this...help meee #Thank you for stopping by though!#I hope you enjoyed this sudden fuzzy idea :D;;#Sometimes the plot bunnies strike and you just have to write it all in one go

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