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The Sheperds were still blissfully ignorant of Chrom and Robin’s relationship…except maybe not so much.
someone wanted to see a continuation of this story where the Sheperds find out about the chrobins, so here is the third (probably final) installment of this beautiful story of love and friendship and not-so-discreet Sheperds.
part 1 - part 2
Another quiet day. Peaceful. Serene, even.
Chrom hummed to himself as he ran his fingers through his napping tactician’s hair.
His tactician. He still loved the way that sounded, even in his own head.
For once, everything seemed to be going the right way for Chrom. The war was over, the other Sheperds were leaving his personal business alone, and he had the love of his life sleeping in his cot.
But it was Chrom, so it was only a matter of time before things went right back to royal shit.
…
It started with quick glances and quiet murmurs in the mess hall, which quickly subsided when Chrom wandered in. The commander blinked, questioning if he was just imagining things. Shrugging it off as just needing a little more sleep, he ambled over to the long table and plopped down in an open seat next to Sully.
“Hey, Captain.” Chrom glanced over to see a satisfied smirk plastered on Sully’s face.
“Someone’s in a good mood today.”
“Oh, I guess you could say that,” she replied, shrugging nonchalantly, her grin still in place.
“What’s the occasion?”
“Who the hell said there had to be an occasion? A woman can enjoy her day just as much as the next guy.”
Chrom blanched. “Ah, sorry. I didn’t mean to come off so-”
Sully cut him off with a laugh, giving him a hearty slap on the shoulder. “I’m fuckin’ with you, Chrom.” She looked at him for a moment and Chrom didn’t quite like the devious flicker in her eyes. “It just so happens that there is an occasion.”
Chrom blinked, waiting for her to continue. “Which is?”
“Let’s just say that I’ve been feeling pretty lucky lately,” she said with a wink, standing up from the table and making her way out of the mess hall with a wave tossed over her shoulder.
He scratched his head and wondered what exactly just happened.
…
It was dark by the time Chrom decided to pay his tactician a visit. The moon was already hanging high in the sky, illuminating the ground with a soft glow as he made his way towards Robin’s tent.
Inside, the tactician was slumped over his desk, parchment and tomes strewn around him.
Carefully stepping over what were probably very important items, he walked around Robin’s desk and placed his hand on the pale blonde’s shoulder.
“Robin?” The tactician remained still and quiet, aside from a small mumble and a sigh. Chrom raised an eyebrow with a soft smile. “Robin,” he repeated gently, “Wake up.”
It wasn’t unheard of for Robin to work himself to the point of unconsciousness. It was actually quite common for Chrom to find him curled up and passed out at his desk (it was also infuriatingly adorable).
“Mnn…”
Chrom just smiled and gave Robin’s shoulder a small shake.
“Hey, Robin.”
The tactician’s head shot up and he frantically took in his surroundings before spotting Chrom with sleep-riddled eyes. Chrom chuckled and reached out to peel off the piece of parchment that was stuck to Robin’s cheek.
“Guh…hi, Chrom.”
“Have I ever told you how very much I adore you?”
Robin opened his mouth to reply before being taken over by a massive yawn. Dark eyes watering from the intensity of it, he shrugged lazily. “You could stand to say it a bit more.”
Chrom rolled his eyes with a chuckle. “In that case-”
“Kidding,” the other breathed.
The commander still smiled; leaning down to press his lips against Robin’s cheek before they trailed up his jaw to the shell of his ear, where he nibbled gently at the skin. Robin let out a soft sound and Chrom was only happy to guess what would be happening in that tent later.
…
The next morning had Chrom feeling pleasant and refreshed.
Unfortunately, the good feeling came to a screeching halt when he lifted the tent flap (after giving the still-sleeping Robin a kiss) and came face-to-face with a certain overly-happy, blood-thirsty Plegian.
“Hey-o, Chrom. I wasn’t expecting you to pop out!”
Chrom blinked at Henry. He couldn’t really put his finger on it, but being around the dark mage was…unsettling, to say the least. “Well, it is my tent…”
“Oops, I thought this was Robin’s tent.” He peered around Chrom into the still-open tent. “Oh, there he is. What’re you doing inside Robin’s tent?” Henry paused, raising a finger to his chin. “Wait, don’t tell me.”
Chrom grimaced, preparing himself for the worst.
“Nya-ha! I got it; you were having a sleep-over!”
The commander let out a sigh of relief. At least Henry wasn’t making the connection.
“Er, yes, you’re right,” Chrom stammered out.
Henry gave him a knowing smile. “Oh, I know. Next time you have one, can I come? Pretty please?”
Chrom flushed as a mental image of Henry joining their ‘sleepover’ came into his head.
“I-I don’t…what I mean is…”
“Aww, I get it. That’s okay; I can find someone else to have a sleep-over with.”
“Uh…right, you do that.”
Chrom slipped back into the tent as Henry prattled on about how much his crows would love to join a sleep-over, either unnoticing or uncaring that Chrom was already gone.
…
Chrom was taking inventory in the storage tent later that day, too concentrated to realize he wasn’t alone until a hand settled on his shoulder, nearly making him jump out of his skin.
“Eek! Sorry!”
“Oh, it’s just you, Olivia.”
“I didn’t mean to startle you,” she meekly stated, gaze trained on the ground as a red tint bloomed across her face. “I just…er…”
Chrom waited. When she didn’t say anything more, he opened his mouth. “Did you need something from here?”
She twisted her hands together, looking at everything except Chrom. “Well, not really…”
“Then what is it?” She hesitated, biting her lip as if she was trying to hold something back. “Olivia?”
“Oh, um. I just had a question for you.”
“Well, ask away.”
The dancer’s face turned an even deeper shade of red as she stuttered out, “I-I…I was just wondering…well, um…” Chrom raised his eyebrows and she squeaked. “Do you really share a tent with Robin?”
Chrom froze up. Of all things he was expecting, it sure as hell wasn’t this.
Facing him, Olivia seemed to have frozen up as well. “Oh, gosh, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked, it’s none of my business anyway, I just-”
“Olivia.” The girl stopped in her tracks, mouth still partially open with another apology. “It’s okay.” Chrom paused, pursing his lips and glancing away. “How did you know?”
She looked at Chrom with relief clear in her eyes. “Oh, ah, well…Henry said something about seeing Robin in your tent this morning. I-I thought I should ask you or Robin if he was telling the truth or not…” She seemed to have an internal debate for a moment before she murmured, “Also…you and Robin always seem to disappear around the same time after dinner.”
Chrom stared hard at her before heaving a defeated sigh. “You always have been one of the brighter Sheperds…”
She perked up a bit at the praise. “Don’t, uh…what I mean is, you don’t have to worry about me saying anything.”
Chrom knew he could trust her without a doubt, but that didn’t stop him from feeling vulnerable.
“Thanks, Olivia.”
She gave him a small smile, and that was that.
…
The sun was setting and cast a warm orange glow over everything in the camp. It was really quite the sight; Chrom had to admit as he made his rounds around the camp with Robin at his side.
“You know,” Robin murmured as they wandered about, “I’ve been thinking.”
“That’s a first,” he jokingly replied.
Robin rolled his eyes and ignored him. “Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if we stop hiding this from everyone.”
Chrom faltered in his steps. “Stop hiding what?”
“You and me. Us.”
The commander bit his lip. He had mulled over the idea for more than a necessary amount of time, and he still didn’t know whether or not it was a good idea. Even though Olivia had accepted it without a problem didn’t mean the other Sheperds would be as happy about the news.
“I-”
Robin shushed him, giving him a reassuring look. “You don’t have to decide now.”
He glanced down at Robin, a smile creeping across his face as he reached for the tactician’s hand, threading their fingers together.
“Ha! What did I tell you, you oaf?”
Chrom’s head whipped around to the sight of a grumbling Vaike tossing a bag towards Sully as they sat around a fire. The contents of the bag clinked together when she caught it, grinning all the while.
Chrom narrowed his eyes. “Is that-”
Sully laughed, a devious smirk on her face. “Coin. And a hell of a lot of it, too.”
The commander stared, dumbfounded. He glanced at Robin, who was gazing amusedly at their interlocked fingers. And then it clicked.
“You made a bet that Robin and I were together?”
“Nah, I won a bet that you were together.”
Chrom’s eye twitched and he raised a hand to rub at his temple. This wasn’t exactly what he thought would happen, but it was certainly better than the alternative.
“Right,” he mumbled. “In any case, how did you know?”
“Mostly because I’m not a dumbass,” she answered, earning a quiet chuckle from Robin. The commander bristled, and when Robin noticed, he rolled his eyes and tugged Chrom away from the abrasive redhead. “Well, hey, congrats you two!” She called after them, laughter clear in her voice.
“Did you know about this?” Chrom asked as soon as they were out of sight, rounding on Robin with hurt eyes.
The tactician looked surprised for a moment. “No more than you did. Although, it really isn’t that surprising.”
“It isn’t?”
“Well,” Robin mused with a small smile, “We do share a tent at night.” He paused. “A very small tent.”
“I like our small tent,” Chrom mumbled rather defensively.
“As do I.” The blonde conceded, giving the hand in his a gently squeeze. “But word does get around quite quickly in this camp.”
“I suppo-”
Chrom was cut off when a meaty hand clamped down on his shoulder, maybe a bit too tightly.
“Ah, Chrom! Robin!” The booming voice made them both cringe. “Gregor hear good news! Though it make Gregor very sad that Robin share bed with Chrom and not Gregor.”
The hand on Chrom’s shoulder was lifted and he thought he was safe; until massive arms wrapped around the both of them and squeezed them to the foreign man’s broad chest.
“Still, Gregor wish to help friends celebrate good news!”
“Yes, well, thank you,” Chrom choked out, shooting Robin a rather terrified glance. “But could you please put us down?”
The big man suddenly released his grip and the two of them toppled over onto the ground, very nearly landing on their faces.
“Gregor will start cooking feast for friends!”
“Oh, uh, that’s really not necessary…”
“You are making with the nonsense. Is very necessary,” he rumbled sternly, patting them both on the back again. “Gregor come find you when feast is cooked.”
He was gone almost as quickly as he had appeared. Chrom exchanged a worried look with Robin, who replied with a shrug.
“When you said word got around quickly, I didn’t think you meant that quickly,” Chrom grumbled.
Robin just smiled.
…
Panne approached Chrom later on that day.
“Don’t tell me you’re here to congratulate me, too.”
The taguel raised an eyebrow and snorted with derision. “You humans are odd creatures. What reason do I have to congratulate you?”
Chrom breathed out a sigh of relief. “No reason.”
“Is this about your species odd mating rituals?”
The commander choked on his breath. “Why does everyone seem to know more about my relationships than I do?”
“Your scent,” Panne replied. “That is the only reason that I know. You reek of fornication, but mostly of your tactician.”
“That’s…actually a reasonable answer. But that must mean…was it you who told the others?”
“No,” she said, giving an offended sniff. “It is none of my concern who is in whose bed. I know not how the others have figured it out.” Her eyes narrowed and she gave an amused smirk. “It might be the noises that come from your tent at night.”
Chrom flushed, squashing the urge to bury his face in his hands.
“Right. Thanks, Panne.”
…
“So it seems you got what you wanted,” Chrom murmured, running his fingers down Robin’s chest.
From the safety of their tent, the other Sheperds knowing about their commander’s love life didn’t seem so bad.
“It does appear that way. You aren’t upset, are you?”
“I have no reason to be. I still have you, my love. I couldn’t ask for anything better.”
Robin smiled at his companion. “Nor could I.”
…
If they had gotten perhaps a tad bit too loud, too caught up in passion that night, then neither of them really cared.
And if perhaps there had been a loud cheering coming from outside the tent (“whoo, get it in!”), neither really cared to check what the noise that sounded suspiciously like a smack in the face and a pained whimper really was.
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