Hello everyone! Sorry for not releasing anything for a couple of weeks - been busy with IRL stuff. Got a new request here for y'all, a fanfic of Fire Emblem Awakening/Heroes; this is sort of a spiritual successor/sequel to the request I did last year, Hidden Support. Hyper-hung Chrom is teleported to Askr where he meets a bunch of Robins (and a Grima) and an orgy ensues.
Hope y'all enjoy it, and let me say just like I did on Hidden Support: I've never played any Fire Emblem game, so if some piece of information about the world is incorrect, or if you feel that the personalities are off, that's why.
Fun fact: the word "Robin" is used over 1000 times in this fic
Tags: hyper sizes and cum ridiculousness/inflation, male on female, orgy, clone fucking (kinda)
Tags are for the story as a whole.
Comments and feedback are always appreciated!
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"Oh RNGesus, bless with me some good luck today..."
Muttering under their breath, a hooded individual stood in front of a massive stone altar, one surrounded by giant, moss-covered pillars, its circular base etched with intricate, braided designs. They placed several large orbs of differing colors upon certain points in its rounded bases, areas where triangle protuberances stuck out from the crafted, elegant patterning, the spheres glowing brightly once they were set down their specified spots. As soon as each of the magical items were in the right position, the robed person sluggishly moved back to the altar's front, their arms slack at their sides, their head bowed in something
other
than reverence.
Staring mournfully at each of the magical items, they lazily raised their hands and lifted their head, facing the cloudless sky, a look of exhaustion visible on their featureless features. After a lengthy sigh they began to recite the enchanted words needed to activate the altar, invoking the name of the Heavens and Deities needed to make the magic work, the phrases memorized from years of repeating this process. The orbs shined brighter and brighter - as did the rest of the ancient structure - before a blinding light filled the person's vision.
As soon as the chant was finished, the cloaked figure lowered their arms and watched the magical procession unfold, not a single ounce of
excitement
present in their tired eyes. They studied the shape of the humanoid figures that began to fizzle into existence in the areas the orbs had once resided, the orbs themselves disappearing one by one. Waiting until they could see all of the new
heroes
they'd summoned had fully formed, they tapped their foot impatiently, and, had they been wearing a watch, would have checked it too. God this always took so
long
!
"Not another Robin, please," they mumbled under their breath, "anything but another Robin. Anything!"
One by one the figures appeared, and as each one did, the hooded human shook their head in disappointment.
Never
lucky! Along with their armed-and-armored appearances, the different individuals all came with a series of
stars
that flashed above their heads that only the performer of their summoning could see, indicating their rank - their rank and therefore their
usefulness
. All of them were designated as being rank threes - out of five - except for one, who possessed an extra star that the others did not. Better than nothing, the Summoner supposed!
The hero that was more powerful than the rest was a young man. Blue hair and a strong set of facial features made him instantly recognizable to the life-long fan of the series of his origin - of
all
of their origin. Chrom, the hero of Awakening. He wore a dark-blue vest - the collar of which was high enough to brush against his pointed chin - that lacked sleeves, showing off the Prince's muscled arms, one of his shoulders marked with the blue branding of the Exalt; the chest of the top was criss-crossed by white belts, one of which went down to his waist. He wore matching, tight pants, and two different boots of white and black, ending at pale-hued shoes.
A massive sword with a decorated, golden hilt and scarlet-painted handle was clutched in his hands, lifted parallel to his torso, his stance defensive. Chrom looked around wildly at the alien setting and strange people surrounding him, unsure of what exactly what was going on; the last thing he remembered was walking through the Ylisstol Palace towards Robin's room before a sudden white light
consume
d his body. And then he was
here
- wherever 'here' was! The stranger who had brought him to this unfamiliar realm walked towards him, ignoring the others that had been summoned.
"Well, you're not the best Chrom I could have gotten, but I guess you'll do..." the Summoner spoke to him, sounding mournful, "Come on, follow me, I'll explain everything."
For some reason Chrom felt like he
had
to obey the mysterious individual's request. Lowering his sword and sheathing it, he trailed behind the Summoner, the others who had been brought to this world gathering around them. As they all walked towards a massive mansion that cast a large shadow over the altar, the nameless, robed-stranger explained where and why they were all here: this was the continent of Zenith, and they were in the Kingdom of Askr, which was vying for power against the Emblian Empire, the other major nation in the land. They were then told that their group had been pulled from different timelines and worlds to help fight against the enemies of Askr.
Chrom understood most of what had been said to him, a sense of familiarity coursing through his body due to the fact that his
own
life was one filled with strife and war. While he didn't necessarily
revel
in the fact that he'd been essentially
drafted
into a conflict he had no standing in, his naturally good-natured and heroic personality meant that he would involve himself regardless; if there was evil to fight and innocents to save, he'd be there! The others around him seemed to be in agreement, and Chrom instinctively recognized that they were heroes as well from their own world. At least he would be in good company!
The group was led into a large building, its design and structure a mix of the familiar and peculiar. Their leader - the Summoner, as they had learned to call them - showed them to their own personal rooms, each of which seemed to match one another; they were sparse in their furnishings, containing little more than a large, made bed, a closet, and a desk. Though it was not nearly as grandiose as his royal bedchamber in Ylisstol, Chrom had spent many moons residing in battle encampments and tents. The new arrangements would be just fine for the young Prince.
"And here's your room Chrom," the Summoner addressed his new warrior, Chrom having been the last one to be taken to his lodgings, "go ahead and get settled or whatever. We'll get to your training later, I don't feel like doing it right now. In fact, I think I'm gonna take a nap."
"Thank you, Summoner, I will familiarize myself wi-"
The Summoner suddenly vanished, disappearing from Chrom's vision in the blink of an eye with a whispered 'fucking gotcha...' that the Prince didn't understand the meaning of.
"O-Or not..." Chrom shook his head and closed the door to his room, wandering over to the bed, "What a strange person!"
Setting his sword and its holster down by the bed, Chrom paced around the small room, familiarizing himself with the space that he'd be occupying for the foreseeable future -
however
long that may be. The Summoner had spared much of the details of his stay in Askr, and what the ensuing battles he was to take part in, would entail. Would he be commanding his own army? Or possibly working in a tight-knit group? Was there going to be others he knew here as well? The last question brought him both sadness and excitement.
Collapsing onto the bed, landing on his back, his head cushioned by a fluffy white pillow, Chrom spread his limbs and relaxed, not knowing if there was really anything
else
he could be doing at that moment. His thoughts returned to who he might find in Askr, centering on one person specifically: Robin. The strategist who had won him many battles in their short time together, and, though he'd never admitted it, his
heart
. Chrom pictured her flowing white locks and gorgeous face, a blush touching his cheeks; he hoped that, more than anything, he'd return to his world quickly just so that he could see her again.
Then
he might finally find the courage to confess his feelings to her!
Exhaustion overwhelmed his body - apparently the summoning of his person was a tiring ordeal, something he hadn't realized during his initial confusion and bewilderment. Chrom quickly found that he didn't have the energy to get up and strip off his outfit before deciding on a nap, one of his muscled arms slinging over his face and blocking out the midday light from the single window in his room instead. Beneath his strong limb Chrom's eyes shut themselves, and in a matter of seconds, he'd fallen asleep.
The last thing to ruminate in his shutting-down brain was Robin, and how much he
wished
he could see her again...