Hello everyone! This is my tired imagination at work combined with a review made by one of my readers. This story is what I think would happen if Robin was actually a ladies man. I hope you enjoy this!

I do not own Fire Emblem, or any of it's characters. *sob*

"Robin, are you busy?" came the voice of Ylisse's Prince Chrom. Knocking on the large oak doors that led to his tactician's office, he called out "I'm coming in!"

Numerous times Chrom entered his friend's office to see the snowy haired tactician hard at work, signing documents and filling out requisition orders for the army. Robin was a beacon that shined in Ylisse's new time of peace. Doing the work of ten tacticians, he worked endlessly to restore his adopted home to it's former glory.

However today was different. Chrom internally winced in sympathy for his friend, recalling the events from three days ago.

"Milord, I fear something has happened to Sir Robin!"

"What?!" Chrom leapt from his chair. "What's happened? Where is he? Is he hurt?"

Flustered, the maid explained what she had seen. "W – well I was delivering lunch to Sir Robin and as I approached the door, I heard strange muttering and an odd glow. I saw a flash of lights, but I had enough. I dropped the food and ran straight to find you, Milord!"

Fearing the worst, Chrom grabbed Falchion and ran towards his best friends office. Passing by Frederick and some trainees, he called out "Frederick, to arms! We may have intruders assaulting Robin!"

The Loyal knight immediately sprang into action, barking orders to the recruits who raced to aide their commander. With a full score of men armed to the teeth, Chrom finally approached Robin's office. Seeing the flashing lights as the maid had reported, he didn't think twice to swing Falchion, blasting the doors off their hinges.

With a roar, the soldiers followed their Prince, arms ready to destroy the assailants.

There wasn't any.

Chrom blinked. Twice. Taking in the scene before him. Robin was in the center of what appeared to be a curse emblem drawn on the floor. Opening his eyes, Robin saw his best friend with Falchion ready to strike, Frederick with lance at the ready, and a score of soldiers ready for their first taste of battle.

"Chrom, is something wrong?"

Taking a deep breath, Chrom turned to Frederick. "Frederick, thank you for your prompt response. You and these men are dismissed."

Bowing, the knight turned to his trainees and commanded their exit.

Turning back to his tactician, Chrom rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Robin, I'm going to ask this once; what in the name of Naga are YOU DOING?!"

Standing up, the snowy haired tactician rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry Chrom," he began sheepishly. "You see that big stack of requisition orders and troop movement documents?"

Chrom nodded, knowing his own desk was loaded with forms as well. "Go on," he urged.

Robin gestured to the curse emblem. "Well I was trying out an enchantment I learned from Tharja."

Raising an eyebrow, Chrom couldn't help but become suspicious at what kind of enchantment the Sorceress had devised.

"Anyways," Robin continued. "She had a curse that would rob a person of energy. You know, make them dead tired, slow brain activity, charming plegian magic."

"Of course" Chrom nodded. "I don't see why you would do that to your self though. You're still not getting out of that paperwork." He added the last part jokingly

"I know that." Robin said, rolling his eyes. "I took her notes, revised them, and tried to make an enchantment with opposite effects. Trying to curse myself with more energy so to speak."

"Interesting," Chrom mused. "Did it work?"

"I wouldn't know," Robin pointed at Falchion. "The door took out part of the emblem."

Chrom sheathed his blade. "Sorry, but you can hardly blame me for knocking on a door when I think my best friend is being cursed."

"Fair point,"Robin shrugged. "I don't see or feel any side effects, so I think we're in the clear"

Chrom clapped him on the shoulder. "Well that's good. Although seeing as we're the two commanders, I think we're entitled to alternate means of avoiding paperwork."

Robin chuckled, pretending to be flustered. "Chrom, I know we've gotten close, but you have a fiancee."

"Not like that, you idiot," Chrom said, pushing him away grinning. "I mean the bars are open tonight, and I hear they're quite accommodating to royalty and war heroes."

"Well then lead on, Commander" Robin said with a slight bow.

"Right then, Tactician. I suppose you have a plan?"

"Hmmm, they say the best plans can be brought on by a moments inspiration. Tonight, lets go with that principle"

Chrom chuckled, remembering that that night was the much needed break they needed. As it turned out, the enchantment did have a side effect but it wasn't necessarily a bad one. That night Robin had simply become the most wanted bachelor in Ylisse.

Chrom had heard the gossip around the shepards and the army. Many of the women had found their tactician a handsome man. Narrow features, flowing white hair, the air of confidence, brilliant mind, and natural kindness were all of Robin's strong points, but he never showed them off. Last night was a different story altogether. Gone was the quiet, reserved Robin that only made polite small talk. In his place was a suave, smooth talking man that could woo any of the local bar maidens. And the booze, oh Naga the booze, must have been the trigger for the change. Chrom knew that before Robin took that first drink, he was his normal, quiet self. It seemed as if a smile was all it took to make the maidens swoon.

However, after the effects wore off and Robin returned to normal, he couldn't remember anything after the first drink. Chrom recounted the tale of the dashing Tactician, only to see Robins face twist into one of horror.

"Oh gods," He muttered, head in his hands. "Chrom please tell me you're just playing a cruel joke."

Chrom laughed lightly at his friends predicament. "It's okay Robin, you had no control over it."

"Well I do now" Robin declared. "You said I became like that after one drink right? So it's simple, no more nights on the town for this tactician."

True to his word, Robin didn't leave the castle. Staying cooped up in either his office or his room, he spent his time trying to disenchant himself. Chrom was about to open the door when a voice called out, "I wouldn't do that, Blue!"

Turning to see the red – headed thief Gaius, along with Vaike and the farmhand Donnel, Chrom let go of the door. Gaius pulled out yet another sweet from the depths of his robes, and popped it into his mouth before continuing. "Something is definitely wrong with Bubbles," He said, referring to the thief's nickname for the tactician. "We tried to get him out of that damn office, only to be blasted by one of his blasted lightning tomes."

Chrom nodded, unsure of whether to tell them about Robins… Condition. Sensing something was troubling his Commander, Donnel pipped up.

"What's eatin ya, your lordshipness?" He asked, his local dialect breaking through. "Ya look worser than a trapper caught in 'is own trap."

"Kid's got a point Chrom," Vaike chipped in. "Come on, ya know what's happened, doncha? Tell ol' Teach, he'll set thing right."

Chrom let out a laugh. "I don't think your axe will be much use this time, Vaike."

"So whats the deal with Bubbles then?" Gaius asked, getting impatient. His instincts telling him juicy gossip was involved. Whenever it popped up, the thief was ready for his part time business as a blackmail dealer to take off. Rubbing his hands eagerly, Gaius pressed on. "Did he lose a bet? Or did he make a mistake in the paperwork? Oh, I bet is was a scandal!" Gais was now on a roll, money figures rolling in his head as he increased the absurdity of the accusations.

"Is he involved in some sort of romance? I bet he was shot down wasn't he?" Gaius said. Seeing the slight change in Chrom's facial expression Gaius cackled as Vaike and Donnel put on looks of disbelief.

"Oh this is too rich!" Gaius was now rolling on the ground. "Bubbles finally works up the courage to tell a woman his feelings only to have them unrequited!"

Donnel looked at Chrom who sighed. "Gosh, wonder what kinda woman would turn down a fella like Robin. Mighty nice, he is. An smart too. Ma told me any girl would be lucky to meeta guy like 'im."

"Teach agrees" Vaike put in. "we should march up to that woman, an tell her just what kinda mistake she made. If somebody deserves a girl, it's our tactician. And if she has friends who are into war heroes, all the better!" He added the last part while flexing his pectorals.

"Guys," Chrom began. "Robin wasn't – "

"Did I hear that our most Tactical of Tacticians had his heart stomped by some cruel wench?" Came a flowery voice.

Chrom groaned, knowing exactly who it was.

"This insult cannot stand!" Virion shouted, approaching the group. "What manner of foul witch, nay corrupt seductress, nay filthy succubus would enchant our dear friend Robin, only to crush what little manly confidence he once possessed!"

"Virion, Robin wasn't – " Chrom tried to say, only to be drowned out by the archer's rant.

"Come, my dear brother's in arms!" He shouted. "Let us gather our righteous brotherhood, and defend the honor of the one we call Robin! Brother Gaius, send word to our brothers, the male Shepards whose bonds are those of the Brotherliest of Brothers. Brother Vaike, find us a private venue which to hold this illustrious meeting. Young Brother Donnel, please do not speak of this to anyone you hear? Now go forth, Brothers! For we must help Brother Robin regain his spark of manly confidence!"

Letting out a battle cry, the four shepards took off in separate directions, each going about their task with vigor. Chrom was left standing awkwardly in the corridor, hoping Robin didn't just hear the commotion. Letting out a sigh, he walked towards his own office, a mountain of paperwork that needed his name and seal upon them. They wouldn't go to far, would they?

Hours later, the men of the Shepards gathered in a little known tavern in Ylisse's middle district, "The Oasis Spirit." Vaike had outdone himself, securing the entire bar for their meeting. After pulling the war hero card, and saying the Exalt himself would pay the rent, the Shepards now had the space they needed to help out Robin. Chrom walked in, looking at Vaike as he did so.

"It's done," Chrom said simply. "I left the note in his copy of "Strategies of the Fifth Front" though this is ridiculous. I was trying to say earlier – "

"It's not ridiculous!" Ricken pipped up. "Robin helped all of us so many times during the war, it's only fair that we help him when he needs us!"

A chorus of agreement rose up from the assembled Shepards. Looking around, Chrom was mildly surprised to see his stalwart aide among the mass. "You too, FredericK?"

Nodding the knight let out a soft smile. "While I had my doubts about Robin's loyalties, I now know that his heart truly cares for the well being of the Shepards and Ylisse."

"Quiet friends!" Virion whispered hastily. "The man of the hour approaches!"

Adopting looks of solemnity, the Shepards watch as Robin made his way into the bar. "What is all of this?" He asked, thoroughly confused. "Why are all of you guys here?"

"Robin," Gaius said, approaching slowly. Without warning he threw his arms around Robin enveloping him into a sympathetic hug. "I'm sorry to hear about your rejection!" He cried.

"Wait. Wha – " Robin couldn't speak as each Shepard took turns walking up to him hugging him, and giving their condolences.

"Chrom! Whats going on here?!" Robin yelled.

"Dearest Brother Robin," Virion began. "We are gathered here today to offer our sincerest condolences to you, our tactician, who has led us through battles fierce. We know not every battle is fought with swords and arrows on the Fields of Glory. Not every strategy bears the fruit of sweet victory. Yet as men we fight on!" For our prize is worth more than the finest gold pieces! It has more worth than the most priceless gem. For the love of a maiden fair is one that all men yearn for!"

Robin turned to Chrom. "What is he talking about Chrom?"

"Brother Robin," Virion held out his hand from the podium. "We know your heart is in shambles, after that foul vixen danced cruelly upon it, but know that we are here to help you recover!"

The shepards roared in approval. Robin had just pieced together what was happening, and he felt blood rushing to his face. "Oh sweet Naga, Chrom what did you tell them?"

Sighing, Chrom stood up. "Shepards!" His battle voice rang out, silencing all voices as their training kicked in. once he knew he had everyone's attention he continued. "It is true that Robin has not been himself lately. However, the reason is not what you think."

"You mean he didn't get rejected by his dream girl?" Stahl asked.

"No. What happened was the opposite." Chrom looked at Robin. "I'll only say it if you allow me, Robin."

Robin sighed. "Go ahead. They've already gathered and would find out eventually."

Chrom nodded. "As you know, Robin works tirelessly to keep this Halidom running smoothly. These past few days he has been feeling too tired to continue his duties as Tactician. In order to continue his work, Robin sought help from an outside source. After rewriting Tharja's curse, he tried to enchant more energy into himself. Due to an unfortunate, interference," He paused to look apologetically at Robin.

Shaking his head, Robin gestured for him to continue. "A certain, ahem, side effect of this interference causes Robin to go under a personality change when under the influence of alcohol."

Silence dominated the bar. Gaius broke it with a snort of laughter. "So you're telling us that Bubbles becomes a version of Ruffles when he hits the happy juice?"

"In a nutshell, yes."

Robin felt a chill go down his spine as a dozen eyes alight with mischief were trained on him. "Whats wrong with you guys?"

"I don't think I believe you Bubbles." Gaius said, his smirk never leaving his face. "To be blunt you're not exactly the top stag when it comes to romance."

Robin felt his eye twitch. "I wouldn't lie about this. I have never lied to you before and I don't intend to."

Gaius knew the tactician had fallen into his trap. "Then I suppose you wouldn't mind a little wager."

Robin crossed his arms. "I'm listening."

The males looked at each other grinning. "Quite easy Bubbles. You score a date with the ladies of our merry little band. I mean taking the Shepard girls for a fun night on the town."

Robin paled. "How many?"

The wolves were all baring their teeth. "All of them."
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Hope you all enjoyed this prologue. I had a reviewer from my other story say that some pairings were overused. In some way, I agree. Hopefully this will satisfy the Male Avatar pairings, and I will try to do a Female Avatar story in the near future. To be honest, I don't know how frequently I can update this story but I will try to do so once a week. Again I hope this story will at least get a good laugh, and see you guys soon!