Bright Flame
"She is stronger than any steel he has ever come across."
A collection of Priam/Robin drabbles, from their first meeting to post-game.

Part VI- sixth
Rating: T, for implied sex
Word count: 2,164
Summary: "If you didn't give your heart to Robin, you may have survived a day longer."

A/N: Part six! For a few parts in certain drabbles, it'll be a bit more robin-centric, just a warning! also there's a little nsfw part in here, but it's mostly implied sex. :'D i'll up the rating if i need to!

To lift her up and take her anywhere
Show her love and flying through the air
Save her now before it's too late tonight
Oh, at the speed of light
And she smiles

- Waiting For Superman, Daughtry

xxvi.

At Mount Prism, they take care of the Risen there and Chrom manages to withstand Naga's fire. She tells them that they cannot kill Grima and that sealing him away once more is there only option. She grants Chrom the power to do so, by unlocking Falchion's true power.

"Isn't there any way to destroy him for good?" Lissa asks.

"There is, perchance, a power that could end Grima. However, 'twould be his own."Naga answers gently.

"… He has to kill himself?"

"Yes. And never would he do so of his own volition. He seeks only to add to his power, and set ruin upon the world. Now come. There is little time..." She directs them to Origin Peak. Robin is silent. Priam glances at her, and he already knows she has something on her mind.

xxvii.

Robin offers a way to kill Grima. By killing Grima herself, then Grima would cease to exist – they are each other after all. For a moment, it seems like their plan is set. However, Naga offers her words and her warning.

"Grima's heart and Robin's are inexorably linked. Dragon and woman can no longer be separated. Therefore, slaying Grima would also cause the end of Robin's life. If those bonds prove strong enough, they may yet keep you in this reality. However, not even a thousand human friendships surpass the dragon's grip. In truth, you will almost certainly cease to exist."

Priam feels his body tense up but he says nothing. He glances at Robin and he knows that she would do this. He realized it back at the Dragon's table. Chrom will have none of them though. He says they'll find another way. Both him and Robin argue about this and in the end, Robin promises to not sacrifice herself.

But it's a lie. Priam knows that. He decides to confront her about it when they rest.

xxviii.

They have little time to rest and they only set up a small camp. Robin lays her head on Priam's chest, hearing his heart beat as she trails her fingers across his bare chest. His scars are noticeable and she runs her fingers across them. Finally, she sighs and calls his name.

"You know I was lying to Chrom." She says as she sits up. He's in between her legs and despite her height, her thighs are rather thick. He enjoys feeling them against his bare hands. Robin always got embarrassed when she felt him rub them but over time, though she did enjoy it a lot. Their physical relationship only extended to touching each other – nothing more.

"I'm able to read you quite easily, just as you're able to read me." Priam confirms this, his hand rubbing her side gently. The touch riles her up, in a good way of course. They're silent, simply enjoying each other's presence until Priam speaks up. "You… Plan on sacrificing yourself?"

"It's the only way, Priam." They had gone over the options, and sacrificing herself was the only plan that Robin could do. She was afraid of dying, but at the same time, she was glad that she felt that way. It reminded her that she's not Grima; she's human – inside and out. Priam knows she's afraid – he is too, for the first time in years – and his hand travels upwards, reaching for her hand.

"Are you mad at me?" She speaks like a child who got caught stealing from the cookie jar. Priam thinks for a minute but he shakes his head.

"I'll only be mad if you don't come back," he says, running his thumb over the ring on her finger. "I believe in you. I've always believed in you. Admittedly, it's painful allowing you to do this, but I know why you want to do it."

She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she didn't go through with this. Her words back at the Dragon Table confirmed it.

"There are too many people here. Not just here, too. In the world, I mean. You need to protect them."

She cares for the people of the world. It's her gentleness that gets him every time. He can't allow her to not sacrifice herself just because of him. She is human, but at the same time he wonders if she's some goddess from another world. Her gentleness is strong, and he finds himself falling more and more in love with her every day.

"Before tomorrow, can you do me one last thing?" Robin asks, reaching for his hand and placing it on her cheek.

He tilts his head and nods. "Of course," he tells her, stroking her cheek with his thumb, "anything for you."

She lifts her chest off of his. The hero suddenly finds him pinned against the bed, with Robin hovering over him. There's a lustful look in her eye and it only grows stronger when Priam moves his hands to her thighs. She purrs gently as she feels his fingers against one thigh. The sound she's making is arousing, and Priam decides he would like to hear more of it.

"Make me yours," she whispers, looking down at him. He watches her; she's fidgeting again, which means she's excited. It excites him too; for long, he's wanted to do this with her. But even though he was a man before warrior, he held back – in case she was not ready.

They weren't going to hold back anymore.

He sits up, catching her in his arms. She's seated in his lap, lifting her body up so they are at eye level and shivers when she feels his hand run down her body. It's a touch of want, desire, and it excites her even more.

"As long as you make me yours," he whispers in her ear before trailing his lips down and pressing them against her neck. She doesn't hold back a moan this time, gripping his shoulders. Her body shakes, though it's not fear making her shake.

"I plan on it," she whispers back. They had each other, and they would have each other forever.

xxix.

"The fell dragon has a weakness on the nape of his neck. But that weakness will be guarded by his servants. I can send you onto the dragon's back, but the rest is in your hands."

The morning light was covered by the darkness of Grima. This would be their final fight with the fell dragon – once and for all. Robin was nervous, as she should be, but she seemed to calm down when she felt Priam's hand on her shoulder. They had their own strategy for this battle. They couldn't allow Chrom put Grima to sleep.

"Are you ready, Robin?" Chrom asks as he joined the two.

"As ready as I will ever be, Chrom." She nods her head. "Let's finish this!"

As they begin to move, they're suddenly forced to stop once they feel a striking pain throughout their body. It's painful and it's starting to wear their bodies out. Chrom uses Falchion to hold himself up, gritting his teeth as he tries to stand up.

"Wh-what... What manner of magic..." He grunts out. It's too painful to even speak. Olivia reaches for Chrom, gripping on his arm to try and steady her as well.

"Magic," snorts Basilio. "That was a...damned...catastrophe..." The former Khan grunts out in pain as well. "He's too...strong…"

"It cannot end like this…" Frederick breathes out. "I won't have...all our struggle...be for naught..."

Lucina's holding onto Morgan, trying to help him stand up. They can't fight like this. "No… This darkness… The future's upon us." She's scared. For the first time, in a long time, she's scared. She calls out for her father, trying to reach for him. She can't let it end like this. She just can't.

Grima looks down at the group, shaking their head at them. "And so it ends, Robin. See how frail these humans bonds of yours are? How short lived and pointless?" They look at Robin with a disappointed expression on their face. How foolish the vessel is for choosing the life of family and friends over godhood. "You have all thrown your lives away, and the result is the same!"

"We're not dead yet!" Robin spits out. She's the first on her foot fully but even she's having some trouble standing up. But she can't allow herself to back down; not when they're so close.

"Details," a sigh leaves Grima's lips as they wave their hands at her. "But yes, I suppose it's time I got you all off my back, so to speak—permanently."

"I see you still have the time to make meaningless puns." Priam spits out, glaring at the Fell Dragon. There's hate in his eyes. He won't allow this monster to destroy them, and this world. Grima shoots Priam a look, clicking their tongue.

"You were a lot more attractive when you were half dead. You were foolish too, having to give up the way of the blade. If you didn't give your heart to Robin, you may have survived a day longer." Their words clearly anger Priam and he's the second person on his feet, next to Robin.

"What I choose is none of your concern!" He yells, the rage boiling inside of him. "Robin and I are stronger because of each other! We'll defeat you!"

Grima ignores Priam's words, only rolling their eyes before focusing their attention back onto Robin. "You do have a choice, you know. It doesn't have to be this way. You can still save all your friends... Become one with me, and we shall spare their lives." They hold up a finger, a smile on their face. "Refuse, and watch as I rend the flesh from their bones!"

"… I…" Robin's voice is quiet, almost like a meek child's voice.

"No, Robin! Don't...do it..." Chrom's voice breaks through to her. He's the third one on his feet.

"She's lying…" Lissa's voice is weak but it gets through to Robin. "It's a trap!"

"Now, I will have your decision!" Grima's voice is strong, filled with impatience. "Will you save these worms? Will you join me and become a god?"

Robin's quiet. She looks up at Priam for a moment, taking one look at her husband. He looks back down at her with a clear expression. He can't make her choice for her, but he knows she'll make the right one. The one she believes in. Robin can see that clearly in his eyes. If she didn't follow her heart, she wouldn't have made it here.

She takes a breath and nods her head. She looks back at Grima, stepping forward. "Do you think me a fool? You'll kill them anyway!"

"… Well, I guess there's no point in lying. I only thought you might want to leave your comrades with a heroic, selfless image." A sigh, this can't be helped in the end. But so be it. Leave them with the final memory that you were their undoing!" With a wave of their hand, a black wave of smoke wraps around Robin. Everyone is either too weak or too stunned to move. It's only when she screams Priam moves in to grab her, but it's too late.

She's gone.

"Damn that bastard!" The hero yells. He feels weak and falls to his knees, his fist meeting the ground. Morgan moves in towards his father, shaking him.

"F-Father, you need to get up!" His voice is quiet. He doesn't want to lose his father too. Priam sighs and with Morgan's help, he stands up.

"… I'll have Grima's head. I won't allow him to do this!"

xxx.

It's dark.

"Where am I?"

It's dark and cold.

"Where your god wills you to be," Grima answers her before beginning to move. "Now if you will excuse me... I have some fleas on my back to take care of."

"No!" Robin screams at them. "I won't let you!"

This stops Grima and they turn towards the girl, anger boiling in their eyes. "You dare resist me?! You and I may be the same, but no one will resist me! Not even you." With a swift attack, they get Robin down on the ground. Robin tries to get up but… She's just too weak to move right now.

"… I… I have no final strategy… She won… I-I can't see… I can't hear… Nothing…"

She wonders if this is what death is like. She wonders if she's a failure. Yes, she probably is. She failed Chrom, her first friend and the first person to reach out to. She's failed Lucina, the child from the future.

She's failed her husband and child, who gave her love and support.

It's dark, cold and lonely.