A/N: So at some point in time, I saw all the reviews and follows that RobinxLucina stories were getting. It made me bite my thumbs and go green with envy in how much attention they were getting. And while I eventually grew to accept it as fact and became tolerable of the pairing and even liked it in some cases, a mad part in me still ticked away. I wanted to do a RobinxLucina story, but it would be on my grounds and terms. I would get the last say.

And so I had this idea in my mind that I was writing for a while and I finished this first chapter. I got stuck trying to write the second chapter since the change was so wtf that I was unsure on how to approach it for the longest time. There were also many weird plot situations that had to be changed. This could lead to weird plot holes that may not get fulfilled correctly. It might never really approach the depth that the normal RobinxLucina fan may be looking for (which I'm totally okay with, because it will probably fulfill it in a different way).

I had said some time ago that I was going to do some sort of RobinxLucina fic. It was planned to be some kind of weird story that would feature RobinxMiriel and RobinxOlivia and some weird NTR stuff that wouldn't make much sense until you read into the story. Hell, as I thought about it, it could even be considered RobinxVaike or RobinxGregor or something. I wrote it out on my profile poll at one point with all its misleading details and somehow people still voted for it, probably not even knowing that this weird story was what they were voting for.

I think I wrote this with the goal to kind of not only have as much fun writing out the pairing, but to also sort of troll the shipping fandom. But don't worry! I think you'll enjoy how it trolls you.

Overall though, this story is kind of stupid. It's an enjoyable stupid, and also hopefully a clever type of stupid. But it's also stupid in a "why do you do this why" and a "I need to think about the choices I've made regarding this shipping" type of way.

But with 2015 nearing its end, I realized that I had yet to hit my yearly quota of stupid, so here you go.

Try not to think too hard about it, and don't lose a brain cell on the way out. Just have fun. Really.

"Do think he's a foreign noble? That's quite a fancy bit of clothes he has."

It was an innocent question, but it was enough to begin the rousing of Robin's body. Ever since he had slain Grima with his own two hands, it was like he had drifted off to a long, deserving rest. In fact, in his waking moments the last thing he specifically recalled was painlessly slipping away into nothing and one last kiss, softly stolen from the lips of his wife. They had both wept, at least until he could no longer weep with his mortal coil gone.

But now, upon hearing those words amidst the blanketing darkness, it was as if the rest of his body clamored for him to rise and stir, to begin anew. He softly groaned and the sensations of gentle grass upon his neck greeted him. It was unfamiliar in the sense that he did not recall being in an open field, and yet it was warm and welcoming.

Another moment or so wouldn't hurt, he thought to himself. His body moved a bit, but he didn't get far before another voice spoke this time just a bit more chipper than the other.

"I wonder how he got here."

Yes. How did he get here? Very slowly, Robin's eyes began to peak open and he recalled that sunlight was rather piercing and he squinted.

"Oh, looks like he's waking up."

The sun wasn't quite above them, but it still cast a long shadow over their blurry faces. The most was that he could make out was blue. There was a nice, regal blue about both of the figures. It reminded him of Chrom's hair.

Chrom! This whole scene was looking familiar, now. Thinking back to his very first memory with the Shepherds, the lord had found him out in the open field. Was he attempting to imitate the scene?

He felt himself chuckle a little. That son of a bitch. He'd poke fun at him for it later. But for now, he supposed that it was finally time to get up. With a bit of exertion, he pushed his upper body off of the grass, resting on his elbows.

One of the figures, the taller one, knelt down on one knee.

"I imagine the fields must be pretty comfortable this time of year, but I really don't envy you. There are far better places to find rest in, after all."

Looking up at Chrom, he moved to speak, but suddenly his voice caught in his throat as the Mark of the Exalt straight back at him. The blue hair he saw was long and reached to the person's shoulders.

This wasn't Chrom. This was-

"Lucina?" Robin choked out. This was hardly what he remembered her to be like. While she still wore blue like he had always known her to, her right arm was exposed, much like her father used to do when he wore less armor. She also had a steel shoulder plate on her left, held in place by a series of perpendicular white belts running across her front, with the other end holding up her Falchion. Finally, she had her father's white cape on as well, the tassel leading across her shoulders.

"Oh, so you know my name. That saves a part of the introduction." Lucina stood up and extended her hand to him. "Here, let me help you up."

This was all playing out like a story he had read before. His own story, to be precise. "Did Chrom tell you how he found me? Because you're doing a very good job of imitating it."

"Chrom? You know of our father?" A voice piped up from the side. Turning over to look, he felt himself do a double take.

Another Lucina stared back at him, though this time her brand was not in her eye. She was dressed in her usual attire, the dark blue clothes and cape forming a contrast between her and the other one. She had both arms covered this time around, but that still didn't explain what was going on here.

Pushing himself back a little, Robin stared at the girl in surprise before shaking his head. Cynthia and Owain must have talked her into this trick. "Okay, okay, Lucina, the game is up. You can stop this now. Where's Chrom and everyone else?"

"Again you mention that name," the first Lucina spoke, though Robin took note that her tone had changed to a bit more somber one. "Who is this... particular Chrom you speak of?"

"You're kidding, right?" he started, "I've known your father ever since he found me on a field. Took me in, made me his tactician, we defeated Grima together… does that ring a bell?" This had to jar something within her. She was among the forefront when leading the charge on Grima's back, right behind her father's steps.

Instead, her brow furrowed and her eyes closed. For a moment she frowned before pushing back her uncomfortable visage. "Forgive me. You speak as if… as if my father was still here."

What? But Chrom – Robin was the only one who didn't leave that battle. Everyone survived, he made sure of it! All his efforts, wasted! His fists balled up, tearing the grass beneath them. They won! They had all won!

What was going on?

Apparently he spoke his thought out loud, as Lucina continued to speak. "He had led his forces to Plegia to try and stop Validar from raising Grima, the Fell Dragon, but…" the woman struggled to finish, instead the pained look on her face returned. In the end she rose and stepped a bit away from them.

"Our father was slain by his closest friend." It was the other Lucina that finished the thought. "He was betrayed."

He knew of the betrayal they spoke of, but this was all in the past! He had even averted the strike. Chrom had lived!

"Here, give me your hand." The brandless Lucina extended her arm to him, and this time he accepted it. As his right hand reached out, he saw the mark on his skin and he paled. He didn't even register that he was standing, only looking at the hideous image. According to his wife the mark would disappear upon Grima's defeat, and she was right. It was the first part his body to fade away.

So why was it back now?

"Are you alright?" she spoke, a bit of worry in her voice.

"Y-Yes, I'm-" looking back at her, he shook his head. "I'm fine." He was still perplexed as to why there were two Lucinas. Was there supposed to be some kind of sick joke in this? He knew that Lucina and Cynthia both had blue hair, but to have them match each other so well was nearly impossible. The fact that one had the brand and the other didn't attributed to that fact. And there was something off about the brandless one, she seemed… younger. Her face didn't quite match that of what he was used to.

"Here, I'll go get her." The brandless Lucina stepped away, moving towards the more Chrom-ish one. His eyes, however, were immediately pulled to the sword that was hanging around her waist and he felt a sudden headache coming in his near future.

She also had a Falchion as well. And now that he looked at the pair together, one Lucina was clearly shorter than the other, perhaps only coming up to just a bit below the real one's shoulder. The height discrepancy between Lucina and Cynthia was nowhere near as pronounced as this.

Another set of footsteps and the sound of heavy armors made him turn, and he was greeted with a sharp stare that could have only been from one person.

"I do not trust you."

He would have rolled his eyes had he not seen a third Lucina, this time dressed in polished heavier armors with yet another Falchion at her waist. But for now all he could do was gawk. Her tone was cold and professional, not unlike when he met the young woman for the first time. But this one was taller than the others, perhaps even a bit older as well.

And by now Robin was even further lost. "Lucina?" Why were there so many Lucinas?

"Lady Lucina," she sharply corrected him. "You will do well to address my position as knight retainer."

Robin brought his palm to his forehead. So now there was another Lucina, and she was a knight retainer? But a retainer to who? If anything it was she who would have a retainer. So who was this Lucina serving?

"What is your name?" she said in her harsh tone again.

"Wait… You don't know my name?"

"We have only just met. I am not surprised that you know Lord Lucina's name, or even that of her younger sister, Lucina. However, I am naturally concerned that you know mine." She kept a level gaze at him, her hands folded behind her back, just like-

His mind began to reel. When he first awoke on the field so long ago, he was greeted by Chrom, Lissa, and Frederick. The first Lucina dressed like her father and also had the brand in her eye. The second one was shorter, younger-looking, and lacked a brand, similar to the bubbly princess. And the third one was not unlike the infamous Frederick the Wary. He could start to see the forms of a pattern, but it still left major questions in his mind of what exactly was happening.

"Your name?"

"I… I think I need to sit down."

A/N: Here you go. I expect there to be more some ways down the road. More interestingly, though, is that this is like a test of how well I understand the characters of FE:A. We know their general countenance, but how deeply do we truly know them? I think I can clearly say that I am willing to accept help on this fic because holy crap I get the feeling that I'm biting off more than I can chew once I release this chapter. I'm mostly confident up to the two-year skip and post-Valm, but other parts kinda scare me.

I also have to reimagine a lot of the dialogue. The last thing I want to use is dialogue from the game. Hopefully we can turn this into a full ride somehow, though I don't think the chapters will be as long as my other stories for now.

I do also want to stress that this is a RobinxLucina fic of some sort. I don't know how it's going to happen (I am pretty settled in which Lucina it will be though), but somehow it will. Somehow, Robin will end up with some kind of Lucina.

Still, comments and criticism will be enjoyed, and I suppose you can also cast your thoughts.

I do not own Fire Emblem.

See you all soon!