ℝ𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞 𝕆𝕟𝕖-𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 (Slow Updates)

M! Robin x F! Reader

        When his best friend's future daughter attempted to take his life, he and the Shepherds took action and put him in a prison made of iron bars cast by magic. He cannot escape from this lonely cell. The people he once called friends, family, and home threw him aside.

The room he's in is completely dark, with no light to be found. The only illumination source is the gleaming, petite glow of a necklace. His mind is constantly recollecting memories of his wife and children, who were all murdered by his former best friend. They were his beloved lights, but now they're gone.

He was helpless to stop the tragedies from occurring, and now he's left with nothing but the memories. It wouldn't matter anyway, as he, too, will be slain, just like his wife and children. Perhaps it was destiny, a cruel penalty for being the vessel of the Fell Dragon sent by the Goddess Naga.

Like dust, his wife withered away with a dying smile. A curse she bore on her eyes, a fatal flower blooming like a parasite. Black as night, bloody tears drain down, and a monster she bared inside. He presume it doesn't matter anymore; she's gone now and maybe finally free from the suffering.

It was mercy, in a way.

"Chrom, why...?" He murmurs.

His throat felt dry, like the desert. His lips were cracked, and his mind was still filled with questions like "what if" or "what's next." Everything was a mess in his head, and the Grandmaster needed help to sort things out. On top of that, the shackles were freezing and biting into his pale skin. They were enchanted, making it almost impossible to escape without breaking them. The people he once called home were afraid that he might run away.

It's not like he was going to attempt it anyway.

He's a damaged and tragic man who cannot escape the pits of hell. He was despaired and bitter — nobody could change how he once was. These wars have been weighing him and his companions...

The people who cursed him were also friends he cherished so deeply.

As the days and nights passed, he and his comrades always enjoyed the warmth. Sweet little memories of the past are nothing more than sands of time that drifted away. It left him the way he is, a corpse with no soul to continue.

Truly a living nightmare he had bared...

Because the very same people he once depended on have turned against him.

The Shepherds didn't give a damn to listen when he pleaded. He never wanted to bear this cursed bloodline, nor did he want to be a vessel. So why didn't they give him a chance to believe in him? Oh, right, it's because his so-called biological father was the culprit. He had no free will to stop himself, and now the Fire Emblem was in the wrong hands. In truth, the former Grandmaster already knew from the beginning.

Since the reveal of Chrom's future daughter, Lucina, she tells everyone the horrors about the future she came from, a dark future where humanity is in crisis. He never thought the person who would betray Chrom would be him - he and Chrom were two sides of a whole. Since then, as Lucina was a chief suspect, he has been down to the gutter.

Of course, it didn't take long for the Shepherds to take quick action to lock him up. Cursed upon names, cruel nicknames flung at him like needles, and bonds shattered into fragments. He wishes he could blame the future princess for everything, but it wasn't her fault to put the blame. She arrived here to warn them, and who even knew that he was the murderer who killed Chrom.

It's not her fault, nor was it his. Destiny likes to play a cruel trick into strings.

If it's the punishment he deserves, it's best to end him.