Series: Fire Emblem: Awakening
WARNINGS: You may or may not die of pure fluff.
Character/s/pairings: F!mu/female!my unit x Lucina.
Random fluff idea that popped up while I was doing an all-nighter. Man, apparently extreme exhaustion inspires creativity and motivation.
Iria: Body 1, face 1, hair 1, hair color 20, voice 1. Asset is magic, flaw is hp (although that doesn't really matter since this is a modern au one-shot).
Basically, completely default Robin except for her hair color. That's literally it, asides from personality.
The apartment was entirely quiet through the morning, mostly because it was very early- around 5:00 a.m, to be specific. The sunlight had not even peaked out yet. However, one of the occupants of the apartment, as usual, had woken up at a horrific time.
At first, her consciousness was still reeling from sleep. However, her body was already starting to slowly pump energy into her body, demanding her to get up from bed. Letting out a quiet, slightly irritated moan, her eyes tiredly fluttered open. The room was dark, and cold, until she realized she felt something pressing against her back and wrapped around her mid section that was warm. Iria didn't even have to turn around to remember who it was- that, and she didn't want to disturb her girlfriend's slumber further, as she planned to get out of bed and at least enjoy the actually good coffee Chrom had sent them as a gift. After all, when she woke up like this, she knew from experience she would not be able to return to resting again.
Carefully slipping out of the woman's comforting, tempting hold, she managed to slip away as silently as possible. Grabbing her phone from her nightstand, she sat up on the end of the bed, slowly stood up, and began her exhausted walk to the kitchen. Once she was out of their bedroom, she turned on her phone and swiftly typed in her passcode, then proceeded to turn its flashlight on to help her navigate, expertly closing the door behind her as she left. When she first started to wake up like this, she never thought of taking her phone, and so of course, often ended up stumbling over several objects in the process. Thankfully, those times were when she was alone.
Her body cringed and tensed up as her feet made contact with the tile floor. Sighing softly, she started to get everything for her coffee as she began making it. Thankfully, the kitchen was a bit away from their bedroom, and of course there was a door, so that muffled the noise of the coffee dispenser when it was being used.
However, the sound covered the sneaky footsteps of another being. The blunette woman approached the unsuspecting ginger from behind, and brought her against her back against her chest, hugging her around her waist. When she was first touched, Iria panicked, but immediately calmed down, leaning back into the embrace as she purred in utter content. She felt her lover lean down to rest her chin against her shoulder, an action that she appreciated very much as it brought them closer together- she enjoyed all contact with her in general.
"My, you're up rather early," she said softly. Iria almost snorted, letting out a small laugh as her hand slid down to hold one of the other woman's.
"Well, you've known my awful sleeping schedule for a while now. But I could say the same to you. ...Wait...I didn't wake you up, did I?" At first, her voice was teasing and amused, but as she continued, she realized she possibly could have moved a bit too much at once while getting up, and so it became gentle and slightly worried. Turning around, she came face to face with Lucina, a tired but warm smile on her face, when she shook her head in response.
"No, it's fine. Perhaps my body has adapted to your own sleeping schedule, too," she jested amusingly, chuckling. Iria lightly chewed her lower lip, before deciding to move on.
"Alright, if you say so...but anyways," she murmured, before proceeding to cup both of the taller female's cheeks and lean up, tenderly pressing her lips against hers. She felt Lucina quickly tense up, before she pulled away after a few seconds. When she opened her eyes, the poor girl's entire face was red, her sapphire blue orbs wide as her mouth slightly gaped open. This caused the ginger to nearly giggle as she smiled sleepily at her. "Good morning, love."
The blunette's gaze swiftly directed itself to the side, and Iria was unable to hold back her laughter anymore. "Aww, you're still embarrassed by things like that? You're so cute," she cooed, nuzzling the side of her face against Lucina's chest. She heard her let out an embarrassed, low whine as she hid her face into her hair.
Gods, she loved her so much.
Oh god, my fingers are NOT ready for how long this is going to be. Creative side of my mind, please have mercy on me today...
Warnings: Mention of a corpse.
She remembered the first time she met him. She had been laying on the ground in that field, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a navy-haired man with a young blonde girl wearing pigtails on the sides of her head. They both smiled at her, as the man lent a hand to her. She accepted his help, and that's when she saw an odd purple mark on the back of her hand. She paid no attention to it at first, but later on, it would come to play a significant part of her life, in many, many unfortunate ways.
The man, whom's name was Chrom, offered for her to join his small army, the Shepherds. She didn't have anywhere to go, and couldn't remember anything, so of course, she did the logical thing and joined. What harm would come of it, anyway?
She remembered meeting all the other members. They were all very...unique. As in, peculiar. There was Vaike, whom always had a big ego, boasting about how strong he was and talking about how he and Chrom were destined rivals. Though, she'd admit, it was quite hilarious. And that was just one of the Shepherds.
She remembered leading them through their very first victory, a battle against a group of Risen blocking the road to Regna Ferox. Everyone praised her, impressed with her tactics. With some, they even immediately wanted to become friends with her (or rather, "study" her, in Miriel's case as she was very interested in her amnesia).
She would go on to lead the Shepherds through many more victories of battle of all types, an arena battle, a battle to save a hostage noble girl, and so on.
She remembered when the exalt, and Chrom's eldest sister, Emmeryn, was captured by Plegia. The captain of the Shepherds was absolutely enraged- rightly so. They marched through vast deserts in order to get to her, when they finally reached the place where she was to be executed. The night before they had traveled there, she had already formulated a strategy and everything.
But she failed.
Her plan had failed.
Emmeryn gave her life up so Chrom wouldn't have to make the decision. She made it for him.
He was broken. He refused to talk to anyone, and stuck behind the group the whole time as they escaped. But then, they were intercepted by Mustafa, one of Gangrel's generals. One wrong word, and Chrom had become a merciless monster. He struck down every soldier that dared to come into his path.
She was terrified, both of what was happening and, shamefully, of him. It was all her fault. She should've known Gangrel's assistant would've come up with a backup plan. If she had just changed one single thing, added one single thing, to her plan, Emmeryn wouldn't have sacrificed herself. She would've lived, and so would have Phila and the other two pegasus knights. It was because of her foolish mistake, that he had lost himself in the battle.
In a mere matter of minutes, they had won the battle, with the general laying dead on the ground. She kept her eyes away from his body, doing her best to focus on only healing Chrom's wounds as everyone else arrived, along with healers.
Thanks to a girl named Olivia, they were rescued from Plegia, and were all safely getting away. Alexa and Chrom were in a horse caravan in the front, which was leading all the other horse caravans. She sat on the side opposite from Chrom, glancing at him every once in a while. He looked absolutely miserable; sitting with his knees up, head against his legs as he wrapped his arms around himself. She felt her heart shattering into a thousand pieces as she realized she hadn't done a single thing to comfort him, guilt beginning to overwhelm her.
She scooted over to him, slowly placing a shaky hand on his shoulder. He flinched, tensing up. She feared he would shoo her away, yelling at her that this was all her fault, but he didn't. Instead, his own hand moved to rest on top of hers, squeezing it. And that's when something happened that she thought she'd never see- and would never want to see again. His body began to shake, quiet sobs being released from his throat. She immediately brought him towards her, holding him in her arms as she cradled him. He cried, curling up against her.
She would give absolutely everything she had to make sure the one secretly dearest to her would never have a grim reason to shed tears ever again.
When they arrived at Ferox, everyone had given him their words of comfort and belief in him. She was so glad that the broken look on his face had faded, and he was back to his old self, that she almost cried. She thought she'd never be able to see the unstoppable determination that filled her with hope, the warm smile that caused her heart to race, and the unwavering kindness from him, ever again.
After dinner at the castle that night, she had gone looking for him to discuss the map he had drew up for their march to Plegia tomorrow, that would end this war once and for all. Eventually, she found him leaning against the wall alone. Bracing herself to speak to him, she took in a deep breath and went to him.
She never thought, that at the end of their talk, that both of them would end up confessing to each other their feelings. Though she felt selfish, she was glad that it was finally off her chest, and Chrom actually loved her back.
Everything after that was a haze; she remembered them triumphing over Gangrel, them returning to Ylisse and rebuilding it to its former glory, and their wedding and honeymoon after everything was back to normal.
Then, everything they once knew had changed. Valm had chosen to conquer the entire world, she met a practically identical woman who was now Plegia's head tactician and high priestess, and "Marth," had revealed herself to be their daughter, Lucina, from the future.
Many, many more things that were entirely impossible and crazy happened, but through it all...
She had had a great life, before she chose to strike down Grima herself.
With the power of the Fell Blood within her, she withdrew a sphere of dark magic, and sent it flying towards her future self; the self who had chosen to embrace her lineage.
Everything began to blur around her; she couldn't feel her lower body now. She heard voices crying out her name, but three of them stood out to her. She turned around, a sad smile on her face.
Her husband, Chrom, and their two future children, Morgan and Lucina were rushing towards her, Chrom in front of them. They looked absolutely destroyed as she started to fade, her existence beginning to lose its grip on the world. She had so much to say, but she knew she wouldn't be able to say all of it, her time growing shorter and shorter.
So, she raised her hand, and with a simple wave goodbye to them, uttered her last words.
"May we meet...in a better life."
It was strange. One moment, she was in the dark space she had grown so used to, and the next...everything just...changed. Birds chirped around her, wind rustling against grass...was she just dreaming again?
"Chrom, we have to do SOMETHING," a high-pitched voice said. Wait...that voice...
"Well what do you propose we do?" Impossible. There was no way.
"I...I don't know!"
She couldn't take it anymore. Even though she knew she was probably just going to wake up to pitch blackness once more, the familiar voices were driving her insane.
Her eyes snapped open at last, and when she saw the people that were speaking looming above her, time seemed to screech to a halt. The girl with blonde hair and pigtails on the sides of her head...and the man with navy blue hair...
A warm smile pulled at the man's lips, tears beginning to build in his eyes. "I see you're awake now," he said quietly; more quieter than the first time.
"Hey there," the girl also spoke quietly, her eyes shining with liquid as well. She heard the man take a deep breath, before he spoke again. "There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know. Here; take my hand." He offered his hand to her, just like the first time. Her hand shakily moved to take his, her mind blanking as the purple mark on the back of her hand that had tortured her for so long was gone. Her eyes went back to the man, as he gently pulled her up.
She was brought against his chest, his arms tightly wrapping around her. "Welcome back. It's all over now," he whispered softly.
She blinked, desperately trying to get rid of the tears rapidly coming into her eyes, as they streamed down her face.
"I'm...back. I'm finally...back..."
Okay, I'm honestly REALLY disappointed in myself right now. I thought this would turn out a lot longer than my other writings, but apparently not. So I apologize for this terrible mistake of a response to a writing prompt.
But anyways, man! Chrobin Week was SO much fun. It was absolutely wonderful; there were so many amazing pieces of art submitted to the Chrobin Week blog, and I got to read many amazing stories for Chrobin Week. So I'd like to say, thank you to the Chrobin Week blog for this, and thank you to those who submitted prompts for Chrobin Week. And a big thank you to everyone who participated. I'm so glad I chose to take part of this as well, it was a truly fun time. I will be looking forward to the next Chrobin Week!~
I had so many ideas for this, for this one prompt, but I wanted to make something short and simple, because all of my other prompts are about average length, and tomorrow, my writing for that one is probably going to be so long that it'll...it'll...
Oh, you get the point. Anyways, I hope this isn't too disappointing.
Warnings: RATED F FOR EXTREME FLUFF!! VERY EXTREME AMOUNTS OF FLUFF!! YOU'LL MELT (HOPEFULLY)
The surroundings around her were slowly absorbed by her mind, but she didn't recognize them. All she recognized, was mostly drowsiness, and a warmth pressing against her back. Hesitantly, one of her eyes began to open, the second opening soon after. She observed the space she was in, and realized that it was familiar.
She slowly turned onto her other side, dark brown orbs brightening, pleased to see the figure that she'd always remember as soon as she saw them in whatever ungodly hour she'd wake up at. She wasn't surprised that he wasn't up yet, as he'd usually sleep like a rock until someone woke him up. But that was fine by her, now, at least. It was a pain to wake him up while they were still at war.
She nuzzled her face into his chest, inhaling his scent softly. A mere few moments later, the navy-haired man chuckled quietly. His arms that were around her back began to rub her lovingly. "Good morning, Alexa," he whispered.
Alexa sighed, murmuring against his shirt, "What a shame. I was hoping I'd be able to sleep in a bit longer with you." Chrom's body once again lightly rumbled with small laughter. "Well, we can't, anyway, unfortunately. We're off of our honeymoon now."
The new queen just now remembered, and let out a noise that was a mix of both a groan, and a whine. "Hmmmpphh...and I was such in a good mood, too," she grumbled, rolling her eyes. Huffing, she hesitantly began to sit up, slipping out of Chrom's hold. She stretched out her arms, and strained back a yawn. Chrom smiled warmly at her. Though her hair was even more of a mess (if that was possible), she was absolutely gorgeous, especially while in the sunlight going through the window of their room. He brought himself up against the bed as well, putting his arms around his wife's waist once he did so, bringing out a soft purr from her. He leaned his head towards hers, planting a kiss on her temple.
"I promise that as soon as I'm finished with my duties for today, we'll be able to spend as much time together as you want to." Alexa hummed happily in response, leaning back against his front. "I'll be looking forward to it," she murmured.
And of course, he held to his promise. Though she knew that many, many more of their days would be like this, she had absolutely no regrets choosing to accept his proposal, and he was so glad that she had.
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