Hello all! Another commission, this one for an anonymous fan. It's a fic of the game Fire Emblem Awakening, which I've never actually played, but I think it still turned out well
Contains: male on female, hyper male, excessive cum/inflation, and some romance and cuteness
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The halls of the Ylisstol Palace were a magnificent, winding labyrinth.
Meticulously carved, stone walls stretched out endlessly, twisting and turning into numerous hallways and rooms. The slabs of cold marble were only lightly illuminated by the occasional torch that cast dancing shadows across the carpeted floors whenever someone walked by, windows more often than not saved for the domains of the upper class. Forest green tapestries lined the walls, each mirroring the next, the symbols of the halidom emblazoned across their cloth fronts. Flickering fire and the heavy steps of the palace's inhabitants, mostly guards and nobles, filled the castle, echoing through its interior. The sounds of soldiers training and talking in the courtyard struggled to pierce the thick barrier the enclosure provided, reaching the inhabitants as nothing more than a muffled discordance.
A tall wooden door leading to the attached barracks creaked open, a lithe figure stepping out of it. White twintails bounced against her head as she stepped into the main halls, the bottom of her purple robes swaying behind her, her boots thudding against the carpet as she moved through the palace. Golden eyes occasionally peer up from around her partial-face covering albino-tinted hair at the armored-guards, giving each a curt nod as she passed. Her baggy, figure-hiding outfit ruffled as she moved, the fabric scratching together loudly, a disturbance she was more than used to. The small woman walked through the cobbled maze with determination.
Robin strode between a pair of towering arches into the main hall, an area of the stone structure more brightly lit than the rest, a large chandelier hanging overhead. Stopping in the center of the room, her pink-marked hand fiddled with the slim rope that kept her robe tied together in front of her chest, her head turning back and forth - despite the fact that it
looked
like she knew where she was going, a facade she tried to her best to maintain, she always got a bit lost wandering through the palace. Quickly making up her mind, she turned on her heels and made a beeline towards a nearby hall,
certain
this led to Chrom's room. The tactician needed to talk to him about their next move, where the army should head to, what supplies they would need, and so on and so forth. A military meeting of the utmost importance is what it was!
At least that was the
official
excuse she was using to see the Prince.
The master strategist tried not to let the blush show on her pale cheeks as she made her way towards Chrom's room, her pace hurried. Ever since he had first found her, unconscious, without memory in the middle of a field, and let her join in his campaign, she had felt something for him; intense admiration was the best way to describe it, which evolved the more time they spent together. Kinship, a close unbreakable bond and then... something else. She wasn't sure when it had happened, but one day it hit her that she wanted something more than friendship or a professional relationship with her commander. Robin knew her feelings ran deep for the young royalty, but
how
deep she would never admit to anyone,
especially
not Chrom.
It was hard
not
to find him attractive, and Robin had no doubt that the other women in his life felt the same. He was admirable both inside and out. His face was stern, but kind, his smile lighting up his features like a warm fire. The few times she had seen him blush, like the day he walked into her tent to find her in the middle of bathing, sent her heart racing. There was no question that he had an
amazing
body, one he kept in tip-top shape from his constant training and the numerous battles, and Robin spent more time admiring the bulge of his bicep on his arm he kept bare than she'd like to admit! Just watching him pull his sword out and ready himself for battle was a constant distraction, his heroic actions sending her mind racing - racing in a way that concerned coming up with new battle tactics, of course!
Chrom's personality was much the same. Serious and no-nonsense when the time called for it, but full of mirth and cheer when he had a spare second to relax. He could be brash and headstrong, but only in times of urgency - the commander was never cruel or dismissive towards his subordinates. Even his occasional dense moments Robin found endearing, once her frustration with the Prince's obliviousness had waned. It was hard to describe him as anything
but
perfect, which made their whole relationship even more complicated. He was royalty, next in line for the throne, one of the most important people of the kingdom, and she was a commoner. A commoner with nothing to her name, no family, no background. Nothing...
Visage fully flushed, the white-haired young woman had to stop for a moment as she reached the entrance to his chambers. Taking a deep breath, she gave her cheeks several light slaps, puffing out her chest as she did. Running her fingers through her hair and down her cloak, she made herself as presentable as possible, fidgeting with her outfit. She knew she looked good as she ever would. While she was fond of her cloak, she found herself wishing in this moment that she had dressed more ladylike for this meeting. With a loud exhale, she straightened her shoulders and reached out, a small hand gripping the handle to Chrom's room. Steeling herself, she threw the door open and tread into the Prince's personal abode.
"Chrom? I wanted to talk to you abou--"
...
Rising out of the steaming water, muscles glistening in the sunlight that came from one of the few windows in the castle, Chrom reached out and grabbed a towel that lay next to him. Tossing it over his head, the young nobleman stepped out of the stone bath, rubbing the rough cloth into his face. Sliding it down his body, he wrapped the white drying-tool over his waist, leaving his torso uncovered, the fabric ending right below his knees. Chrom ran a hand through his hair, messing his dark locks, swiping his bangs out of his eyes. Stretching his arms behind his head, he walked towards his connected room; while he typically stayed with the other Shepherds, if there was one luxury he didn't mind indulging in, it was a private bath that allowed him to get clean while he collected his thoughts.
Waltzing into his royal bedroom, Chrom stopped before his large, four-poster bed. His outfit, the one he regularly wore, was laid out carefully by one of the palace servants. A silver cloak, mismatched boots, the single-sleeved top - it was all there. Chrom's dark blue eyes naturally darted towards the wall next to his bed, where Falchion rested, and his posture visibly relaxed at its sight; his weapon of choice was the closest thing to a security blanket he had. Smiling, he sat on his bed and stared at the floor, his potential plans for the day jumping into his brain; regardless of what he wanted to do a certain companion of his would probably direct most of his actions once she found him!
Robin, of course, was who he was thinking of. He spent
much
of his free time thinking of her - when he wasn't planning battles or practicing his swordsmanship, that is. Their meeting was one he considered fortuitous, finding the young white-haired girl in the middle of the field. She didn't know who she was or how she'd gotten there, but that didn't matter; he'd shown her the same kindness he showed anyone who wasn't an enemy, and offered her a place to stay while she figured out
who
she was. This simple extension of aid proved to be one of the best decisions the young Prince had ever made.
