aaaAHHHHHHHHHH okay. I'm so sorry for the wait but school has been a big ass bitch. I'll catch up with the requests I reckon myself able to do soon.

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"You make a good couple."

The commander and his tactician.

Only a slight curve of her lips betrayed the pleasure she felt at hearing that. She licked her lips and pushed hair out of her face, nodding at the war monk.

"Thank you." but I don't deserve him.

He was kind.

"What do you mean I can't fight?!" Rickon exclaimed, the young mage throwing down his sword in exasperation. Lon'qu sheathed his sword and crossed his arms. "I mean you'd be better off using that blade to slice apples." A hand ruffled Rickon's hair before he could protest. "I've got some time before I have to be in the armoury. How's about a lesson?" Navy blue eyes watched in amusement as the mage nodded excitedly.

She had wound her arms around the exhausted prince that night, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Your schedule is packed enough without any impromptu sword fighting lessons, my love." He had collapsed onto the mattress with a contented sigh, bringing her down with him. "He's a fine young warrior." A tired smile.

He was brave.

Her hands fluttered over her husband, taking in every inch of him again and making sure he was unhurt. Or unburnt, for that matter. Strong hands caught her wrists as he pressed a kiss to her knuckles, a breathy laugh following. "Robin, I'm fine." She grasped his face in her hands. "Perhaps next time you'll give me notice before you're burnt alive. Holy flame or not," her eyes narrowed at him as he laughed, brushing his lips across her cheek tenderly.

"I'm hoping there won't be a next time."

Her world began with him— which wasn't an exaggeration.

Her very first memory was his face as he smiled down at her.

There are better places to take a nap than on the ground, you know.

At that point of time, she believed herself to have died and gone on into the afterlife, a life full of beings as beautiful as the one smiling down at her. Before she realised that she was, indeed, very much alive, and that the beautiful being in front of her could be as annoying and stubborn as he was passionate and vulnerable.

Sometimes she felt as if she shouldn't be allowed to touch him as she did.

The hateful eyes etched into her hand seemed to blink mockingly at her whenever she caught sight of the mark on the warrior prince's shoulder; a symbol of hope for the people, of continuity and of light. And what was she?

A symbol of darkness, of an end.

Light and Dark.

Naga and Grima.

They say opposites attract but this really takes the cake, the spiteful voice in her head would whisper.

And always, always her husband would have an uncanny way of realising when the darkness spoke to her, for his arms came around her trembling shoulders as he whispered words of comfort and love in her ear.

So many things made her love him; the triumphant look on his face when the Shepherds experienced another victory, the way his hand unconsciously rubbed Falchion's hilt whenever he was nervous, the tears he never let anyone but her see on nights his courage wavered and the father he became around their children.

He was enough for her. And she only hoped she was enough for him.

"Mother, the preparations are ready. Morgan can't distract him for much longer, he's running out of jokes."

Lucina was beaming at her, waiting expectantly as the tactician pulled herself from her thoughts. Robin picked up the white vanilla cake and passed it to her daughter, smiling at how Lucina was almost a photocopy of her father, even in the way she carried herself. "You bring the cake out, baby." The princess nodded before stepping as carefully as she could out to the benches, where her father and brother sat.

Morgan looked up and caught sight of them, his expression one of utter relief before he began yelling, rather than singing the birthday song, making Robin giggle at her son before joining in. "Happy birthday, father!" Lucina proudly passed her father the vanilla confectionary. "We know you had a celebration this morning but we wanted to have a special one just for us!" Morgan chimed in. "We made the cake— well, mother did most of it and Uncle Libra got the vanilla powder…" Lucina trailed off uncertainly before Morgan wrapped an arm around his older sister. "But we decorated! See, it even has a small, tiny emblem right at the corner."

Chrom set the cake on the table before wrapping his arms tightly around his children. "It's the most gorgeous cake I've ever set eyes on. Thank you." He grinned and planted a kiss on similar navy blue heads before turning to Robin. The tactician stepped into the young exalt's arms as their lips met before she pulled away, smiling up at her husband.

"Happy birthday, my love."

I don't know why Chrom's chapters are always the shortest but I'm gomen if anyone is disturbed by the length. Slight spoilers for the holy flame bit I think?

If i'm not wrong it's canon that fem!Robin calls Lucina 'baby' and if that's not the cutest thing ever I don't know what is.

Next update depending on my shitty workload. Joy. (also reviews give me ten times more juice to write just saying hehe love y'all)

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