#f!robinxhenry

Usually Robin would work herself until exhaustion,becoming so tired that when it was time to sleep she would have no problems indoing so. Henry always teased her about being married to work rather than him,but she actually worked so hard so she wouldn’t have to endure the terrifyingfew minutes before she could succumb to sleep.

Robin hated to admit it, but she was terrified ofthe dark.

Being the famed tactician of the Shepherds wasn’t exactlyan easy job, and she had many congratulate her on her skills. She had solid strategiesthat led to many victories, inspiring some and terrifying others. Someone ofher caliber shouldn’t be scared of the something so silly, she would tellherself. But Robin couldn’t help but flee into her tent once sunset hits hereyes.

Robin clutched onto the fire tome under her pillowprotectively. She desperately wanted to pull it out and light a tiny candle,but she knew that Henry wasn’t asleep yet. She felt a little silly, hidingsomething like this from her husband. But that thought quickly escaped her headonce she heard harrowing gusts of wind dance around in their tent and theechoed howls of wolves invade her ears.

Millions of thoughts raced around in her mind,both terrifying her and jolting her awake at the same time. Robin couldn’t tellthe difference between her eyes being opened and closed, and she felt the dark pullingher in all directions while suffocating her at the same time. Before she couldregister what she was doing, Robin swiftly clung onto Henry, wrapping her armsand legs around him as tightly as she could.

“Whoa! Isn’t it a little late to be frisky? Nya haha!” Henry giggled.

When Robin didn’t respond, Henry felt a littleuneasy. She was usually loaded with a snarky retort, and the silence waspainful for him as it lingered.

“Hey, are you okay? I might be a little squishybut I can protect you all the same!” Henry quipped, hoping that he couldprovoke some response from Robin.

All Robin could manage was a meek laugh, shewanted to respond but she could feel tears rise from her throat and choke outher voice. She clamped her eyes shut and tried to prevent any tears fromescaping, but her efforts were meaningless as she could feel loose tears soakinto Henry’s shirt.

Immediately, Henry lit a candle and engulfed Robinin a bear hug.

“Did someone hurt you? I’ll make them regret that!I’ll have you know that I love nothing more than ripping thumbs off, nya ha!”Henry was no good at comforting, but he was determined to do anything for Robinto feel better.

“N-no, I’m okay. No one hurt me.” Robin muttered.Tears running down her face and a rather embarrassing shade of red resting onher cheeks, she couldn’t muster up the courage to tell Henry the truth.

“If no one hurt you then what’s wrong? Is Chromgiving you too much work? Oh boy I’ll curse him so-“

“No! No, Chrom is okay. No need to curse anyone.” Robinreassured him, she didn’t want Chrom to be cursed but she especially didn’t wantFrederick on their tails for anything happening to their commander. “I’m… I’m afraidof the dark”

“The dark?”

“Y-yeah. It’s silly I know.”

“Nya ha! That’s not silly, Robin.” Henry evenplanted a small kiss on Robin’s forehead to reassure her. Henry had to admit,her confession caught him a little off guard. He loved the dark himself, butthat meant nothing if Robin couldn’t enjoy it with him.

He felt Robin snuggle up closer to his chest, anda small breath escaped her lips and tickled his skin. He leaned back a littleto gently wipe some stray tears off her face, as he saw Robin’s eyes close andher body relax.

“Do you want to see something cool?” Henry said,breaking Robin out of her reverie.

Robin nodded, and Henry promptly blew out thecandle. Before she could have a chance to react, a small ball of light paintedtheir tent with a dim purple hue. Robin wanted to say something, but two moreballs appeared and started dancing around in her vision. She was too memorizedto say anything, as she just laid back and watched the three balls spin anddart around their tent.

This magic was fairly basic in Henry’s eyes, as itdidn’t take much for him to create some balls of light. Robin’s reactions however,were priceless. He saw how enamoured she was, and how her eyes dedicated tofollowing them around. He would move them up and down, and saw her eyes do thesame. A smile started creeping across Robin’s face, and Henry couldn’t help butsmile in return.

Any sign of unease melted away from Robin’s mind,and she found herself unable to tear her eyes away from the light show Henrywas putting on for her. They would occasionally get close to her face,practically kissing her cheeks before they scurried away again. Robin didn’t evennotice her eyelids becoming increasingly heavy, as she still saw the lightseven when her eyes were closed.

After a few more minutes, Henry shushed the lightsand rested his head beside Robin’s. She was fast asleep, and Henry watched herchest rise and fall as her faint breaths tickled his ears. Even if she wasasleep, Henry still had a large smile plastered onto his face. He couldn’t waitfor morning to come, so the sunlight could flush any fears his wife may have.

"Morgan, why don't we have a little mock battle? I promise not to curse you!” Henry asked excitedly.

“Of course, Fath-wait! You cursed people during training before?!” Morgan suddenly felt a bit worried for his fellow Shepherds and reminded himself to research about how to remove curses later.

“Nya ha ha! I’ll only tell if you win against me!” Henry obviously didn’t see the concern on Morgan’s face and continued to smile.

“You’re on!”

November 13th was coming up soon and Morgan still had no idea what to give his father. He had all the tomes and potion ingredients he could ever want, and Henry never struck Morgan to be very materialistic.

While thinking of ideas on his way back to his tent, Morgan saw Henry reading outside the mess hall and decided that it was the perfect opportunity to subtly ask him what he wanted.

“Father! Is there anything you need? Anything! It’s the least I can do." Henry looked up from his book when he heard Morgan shout and a huge grin crept up on his face.

"Really? How about a sick weapon I can use to maim people and protect you?" He replied cheerfully.

“Uh, how about something else…?”

Morgan was slumped over on his bedroll when Henry found him after dinner. The exhaustion of war was finally catching up to him and all Morgan wanted to do was melt into his blankets.

"You look beat, Morgan. Want me to work out some knots?” Henry started to offer.

“Thank you, Father. I would appreciate tha-”

“...With a fork?"

“F-FATHER!”

Morgan had accepted long ago that his memories weren't going to come back. He had sporadic spurts of past memories resurface but they were so vague and short that he just gave up. Besides, banging his head into posts was only giving him headaches and worried his parents even more.

But he felt horrible for just realizing that he never asked about Henry’s past life. Mother couldn’t remember anything before she met Chrom and after making Henry go through Project Get Memories of Dad Back, the least Morgan could do was ask Henry about his past life.

One day when he saw Henry sitting by the campfire, Morgan thought it was the perfect time for a story and plopped down beside him. “Father, tell me about your life until you met me. I want to know all about you!"

“Hm? Me?” Morgan nodded and urged him to go on. “I mostly just sling curses and hang out with crows. But I'm not about to add deadbeat dad to my list of hobbies!”

“Don’t worry, Father! You’re the most interesting person I know.” Morgan laughed.

“Awww, thanks! I'll take care of you. Even if I die a horrible death, I'll protect you from the... Hey, why the long face?" Morgan never liked thinking about losing his parents again, and it was apparent that he wasn’t very good at hiding it.

“N-nothing. But what else did you do? Auntie Tharja told me you were known in Plegia for being the best at magic!”

“Nya ha ha! Really? Well, I always had crows by me and they helped…”

“Thank you, Henry. You’re not too bad yourself.” Henry replied by pulling her closer to his side and kissing her hair. It was after dinner and Henry suggested that they should watch the sunset before they retire to bed. It wasn’t unusual for Henry to do something spontaneously romantic but Robin still never expected it, despite being his wife.  

“Hey, Robin?”

“Mhm?”

“Do you think I'll melt my eyeballs if I stare at the sunset for too long?”

Robin, unlike everyone else in the Shepherds, wasn’t put off at all by his comment and replied as if his question was a common everyday question. “Hmmm, I don’t think so… and don’t you think about trying it!”

“Nya ha ha! I won’t! Besides, if I do I won’t be able to see your pretty face…” Robin’s face immediately lit up red once the words left his lips. She found it funny how Henry’s strange way of speaking didn’t faze her one bit, but once he starts speaking normally she becomes a blushing mess.

“Hey look! Your face is super red! It’s like the colour of blood, nya ha!” Robin couldn’t find any words to respond and managed to mumble some incoherent words under her breath. “That’s so cute!” Henry said through giggles.

“As if your face isn’t pretty red already.” Robin tried to retort.

“I can’t help it! My wife is just too darn adorable!” While Robin appreciated his bluntness, she had no defense against it.

“T-thank you…”

“Nya ha! I’d never thought I could make you speechless, it’s kinda fun!”  

“Almost as fun as killing Risen?” Robin joked.

‘Absolutely!” Robin laughed at his answer and snuggled closer to his body, partly because she couldn’t imagine spending her days with anyone else, and partly because it was slowly getting colder as they watched the sun set.      

Robin didn’t realize that she fell asleep outside that night, or that Henry was asleep beside her, or that he wrapped his cloak around her. When her eyes adjusted to the sunlight, the first thing she thought of was how much fun Lissa would have running around the camp spreading less-than-savory rumours about her and Henry.

Henry nudged her arm and cheerfully wished her a good morning but her mind was far too distracted about all the rumours she had to quell later.

“Do you think anyone saw us?” Robin whispered, scared that Lissa or Maribelle could be hiding behind a tree listening in on their conversation.

“Nope! I already hexed everyone so they wouldn’t remember even if they did see!”