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sammim91 · 5 years

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My fanfic for day three of Chrobin week 2019. This is a shorter one but i still think its cute. Hope you enjoy. Link to Ao3 down below as usual so if you could go and give me some love there too, id appreciate it.

Day Three Prompt- Longing and Pining

Pairing- Chrom and Robin(F)

Whenever she wasn't looking, he would stare at her. Whether she was sat talking with Lissa, having tea with Maribelle, or playing chess with Virion. Chrom would watch her, fascinated, his heart aching for her, longing for her. Yet he was a coward. He couldn't bring himself to tell her how he felt. How much he loved her. How his every waking thought was of her, and his dreams haunted by the touch of her that he would never have.

She was the light in his life, the one thing he regretted dragging into this war, the one thing he felt unworthy of. Hands like his, fit to only to be used to wield weapons, to kill, weren't worth to hold her.

So he settled for this instead.

And it tore him apart.

Whenever he wasn't looking, she would stare at him. Whether he was training, his body dripping in sweat, his breath rugged, or he was simply stood across the table from her, his head down as he poured over the strategy before him. She would watch him, and her heart would ache. Yet she was a coward. She couldn't bring herself to admit to him how she felt. That she loved him. How she had loved him from the moment he had found her in that field. And she was miserable, because she knew she could never have him.

He was a prince, strong, brave, compassionate. She was a commoner, an amnesiac without a past. She was barely worthy to walk behind him, let alone beside him.

So she settled for this instead.

And it tore her apart.

Chrom couldn't remember when he first realized he loved her, hell maybe he always had, yet he had been so dense, so distracted by war that he didn't notice at first. Yet it had hit him harder than one of Frederick's shield bashes during a training session.

He'd been surveying the camp one afternoon, his eyes constantly on guard for Risen, when he'd spotted her out of the corner of his eyes. She was sat, as she usually was, a massive book on her lap, her head low, her brown hair a dark curtain, obscuring most of her face from view. He'd watched her raise her head, frowning, then smiling when Lon'qu sidled up to her, albeit reluctantly. They spoke, and Chrom noticed they appeared comfortable around each other. Robin laughed, brushing a strand of her hair out of her face. She stood, and nodded, before accepting the practice sword the Myrmidon held out to her. And for the briefest of moments, when Robin's finger tips grazed Lon'qu's hand, Chrom felt the snake of jealousy bite his heart.

In that moment he realized he wanted to be the one she trained with, the one she smiled warmly at. He wanted to be the one to give her all the memories she had lost out on.

Instead, he had bottled those feelings up. After all, surely a beautiful, smart and wonderful woman such as she was already spoken for. Surely she had already accepted proposals from Gaius, or Vaike, or maybe even Lon'qu. Surely he was already too late.

Robin could remember the very moment she realized she loved him. It had hit her harder than that time Sumia had tripped while carrying all those books, which had proceeded to hit her directly in the chest. She loved Chrom, probably always had, from the moment she had opened her eyes and his beautiful blue eyes met her brown ones.

She had resolved to tell him once, only to back out, coward that she was. She'd made her way towards his tent, determined to confess her feelings, to let all the emotions that had been weighing her down, that had been interfering with her work, that had caused her to lose sleep, before him, and if he rejected her, well she could deal with that...somehow.

Yet when she arrived at his tent flap, ready to make her presence known, voices inside had halted her actions. Spying through the gap in the flap, Robin spied Chrom, bent over the desk inside his tent, his hands tracing across the map on top of it. And behind him, Sumia. She couldn't quite make out their conversation, but Sumia's face was plastered with a goofy smile, and warm pink cheeks. She placed a hand on Chrom' shoulder, and he turned his head, smiling up at her.

And in that moment, Robin had fled, feeling tears prick at her eyes. She'd ran past Lon'qu, who was took shocked at her emotional state to inquire if she was alright. Sully and Virion had called out to her, worried, yet she had carried on running, until she was out of breath, her body gasping for air, tears streaming down her face. The usually composed Tactician had fallen to the ground, letting all her heartbreak break free, before wiping her face, and walking back to camp like nothing had happened, brushing off the concern of her friends.

It had been stupid to think he wasn't already taken, I mean he was handsome, brave, and friendly. Of course he had already ensnared someone.

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Chrom was doing his usual late evening walk around camp, trying to clear his head. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. Today had been torture. All day spent in Robin's company as they planned a strategy for tomorrow skirmish, trying not to let the smell of her hair, sweet and floral, invade his every thought. And when she had taken her coat off he tried not to stare at the curve of her hips, her breasts, but he wasn't exactly being subtle. He was pretty sure Frederick had noticed, and possibly even Lissa.

He stopped walking and sat down on a log at the edge of camp, hiding his face from view.

He had to stop doing this. He had to stop torturing himself.

Robin was never going to be his, and he had to accept that.

"Hey Blue," Gaius' voice caused him to jump. The orange haired theif looked down at him with amused eyes. "What'cha up to?"

"N-nothing," the prince stammered.

"Really," Gaius smirked. "That's exactly what someone who is doing something they shouldn't be would say."

"I said I'm doing nothing!" He hadn't meant to shout, and instantly felt guilty.

"Peace, Blue," Gaius held up his hands in mock surrender. "I meant nothing by it."

"Sorry," Chrom sighed. "I'm just under a lot of stress right now." Gaius hearing his commanding officer sound defeated, glanced at the bluenette. He looked pale, had bags under his eyes, eyes which scanned the camp as if he was looking for something in particular. When Gaius followed his line of sight he smile knowingly. Chrom was watching Robin, where she sat across camp. She was in deep conversation with Donnel, her nimble fingers helping the farm-boy turned soldier to make traps to catch rabbits. The breeze blew through her brown locks, and her face was a rosy shade of pink.

"Don't worry about it Blue," Gaius popped another lollypop in his mouth. "I understand perfectly." The Prince smiled weakly, before standing up and walking away. "Bubble's is quite the catch isn't she," he murmured under his breath when he was sure Chrom wouldn't hear him.

"So all you gotta do is loop this 'er thing through here and there ya go, all finished," Donnel was speaking, Robin knew that, yet she wasn't concentrating. Instead she was watching Chrom.

Just moments ago, he had been speaking to Gaius, although he had looked annoyed and she wish she knew why. Out of the corner of her eye she had seen him stand and walk away, his head hung low, his shoulders slumped in defeat. Her heart had throbbed at the sight. She had never seen him look so depressed, and she wanted nothing more than to run after him and try to cheer him up. Yet she stayed where she was.

That wasn't her job.

Chrom wasn't hers to comfort.

"I'm sorry Donnel, I wasn't listening," she smiled apologetically at the boy. "What were you saying?"

"Oh it were nothin' important," he smiled.. "You okay Robin? You seem distracted."

"I'm fine Donny," she smiled at the young boy. He had removed his usual pot off of his head, his brown hair a fluffy mess that became almost cloud like as the soft breeze blew it. His big brown eyes were warm and friendly. Their similar appearances meant you could easily mistake the boy for her younger brother, had their skin tones not been completely different. She reached over and ruffled his hair. "Guess I'm just tired."

"Were you thinking about Chrom?" His next question floored her, causing her to cough.

"W-what! I-I wasn't thinking about Chrom, why would you say that?"

"Cause you and him spent all day in a strategy meeting, an' now you both look all tired."

"Oh yeah, right," Robin was aware her face was probably really beet red, and she turned her face away, hoping Donnel wouldn't notice. After a second to compose herself she turned back to him. He was gazing at her worried. "I'm fine Donny, your sweet to worry." She glance down at the rabbit snare in her hands, grateful for the distraction. "Now why don't you show me how to do this one more time."

"Oh sure Robin, no problem." Donnel's worry vanished, replaced by his happy go lucky smile once again.

They spent another hour talking and making snares before Robin decided to call it a night. Donnel watched the Tactician leave, watched her slink past Chrom's tent, noticed the small sigh that left her lips as she stared longingly at the tent, before disappearing inside her own tent.

"Those two really need ta admit ta their feelings," he shook his head in disbelief, before turning back to the task before him.

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"I say we hold an intervention."

"What, no way, that wont work. What we need to do is lock them in a room somewhere and let things take care of themselves."

"Gaius! That's ridiculous. Maybe we should just have a word with Robin. Things can't carry on as they are."

"That's true. I mean they are clearly both in love with each other, everyone knows it, except them. It's so frustrating, I just want to see my brother happy"

"Then we shall help them Darling. How about I put a pot of tea on and we can all try to come up with a solution to help those two."

The group of Gaius, Lissa, Maribelle, Sumia and Donnel all nodded, sitting down in a circle and trying to come up with a plan to help the two smitten idiots that were Chrom and Robin finally admit their feelings for each other.

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