fic: Witchy Woman
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bonnefoisTitle: Witchy Woman
Series: Fire Emblem: Awakening
Character/pairing: Tharja/f!Robin
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1695
Summary: Robin wakes to realize she was taken care of during her illness.
Author's note:
This is intended to be as if support A had an A+ support scene before the S support.
A treat for femslashex.
Her eyes opened past the haze of smoke, with a savory and sweet scent.
Robin sat up. A shadow tended to the cauldron. She wasn't in her tent anymore, that was for sure.
But where she was, she couldn't exactly say.
Robin rubbed at her eyes. She recognized that shadow there, sleek and curvy before the fire. Of course she would. Tharja had followed her, protected her, and watched over her for months now.
"Thar....ja?"
Tharja turned. She was framed by dark hair, all the way down her back, and the dark cloak of a Plegian sorceress that hugged every curve. In that haze, Robin thought she was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.
It wasn't the first time she'd had that thought. Sometimes the thought came when she saw Tharja like an avenging goddess on the battlefield, dark energy emanating from her as she tore through Risen with each magical blow.
Other times when she glanced back and saw her very own beloved guardian close by, and she would see a hint of Tharja's darkness before she disappeared from sight.
Her fearsome expression softened just a little. She actually had a very beautiful smile. Except, it usually came up when she spoke about torturing the enemy, especially those that would go against Robin.
"You're finally awake. Good."
"Where am I? What happened?"
"A tent wouldn't be enough for the concoction I needed to make. I needed to ensure your safety, so I transported you to this place."
"Where is 'this place?' Wait, transported?"
"A fort nearby. It was abandoned long ago."
"You told everyone where I am, right?"
"Yes, they know. Unfortunately."
The cauldron burbled with some kind of greenish liquid. Tharja stirred it as she spoke. Robin was distracted by even the gracefulness of that simple action.
"What happened?"
"You fell ill. Someone has dared to curse you. I had to act quickly, before it went any further."
A shadow fell across her face.
"I will make them wish they were never born."
"Don't tell me you've already sent a curse back?"
"Instantly, and by the thousands, the moment I realized they would dare and try and harm you, of all people. May they suffer a thousand years of pain for even a second of inconveniencing you," Tharja said. Her voice was cold, unfathomably so.
Robin sighed softly. "So it was a curse all along? I thought I had just overworked."
At first, she'd noticed a little pain in her arm after battle. She thought maybe she'd gotten a thorn there, or had been bitten by an insect. Then the fatigue came to her, but she shouldered on. Until once when she was speaking to Tharja, she began to shiver uncontrollably. And that was the last thing she clearly remembered.
After that it was a phantasmagoria of fever dreams and her own face staring back at her, but with a twisted smile.
"No...your body reacted strangely. At first it absorbed the curse, and seemed to draw power from deep within the dark magic...then part of it violently rejected the magic. I've never seen such a thing. You are truly remarkable."
Robin furrowed her brow. "I've never read anything like that. Do you know what kind of curse it could be? You're a lot more knowledgeable in things like that than me."
"Someone put some kind of...tracking curse upon you. It was strong enough to break the talismans I put in your clothes while you slept."
"...You put talisman in my clothes while I slept?"
"Naturally. I needed to ensure your safety. Even I must sleep at some times. But, this magic was stronger than all the talismans I so painstakingly made during the night, sewing them into your robes as you slept so peacefully. Oh, how I'll make them pay for ruining all the protective charms I so lovingly made for you and snuck into your things..."
At least Tharja was back to her usual gloomy self. Robin still felt a little guilty that she'd indirectly made Tharja try and be normal. When all she'd been trying to suggest was a mite bit less stalking and more direct interaction, and spend more time with Tharja face to face, instead of looking back and realizing she was being followed again.
It was hard to hold hands when Tharja was hiding behind a tree and muttering swear words for anyone who dared to oppose Robin.
Tharja put another green plant into the cauldron. She placed a long scoop within the liquid, blew upon it and took a taste. She frowned, and began to piece through some collection.
"Hmm. It must be perfect. It is for you, after all."
She added more herbs and greens to the liquid.
The walls were stone, and the room was small. Books were heaped about, open and next to herbs and Tharja's magic kit.
"I have been watching over you, and perfecting this potion. It will nourish you back to health."
Her face softened, just a little.
"Only the best for you."
"Thanks, I'm surprisingly hungry. How long have I been out?"
Tharja paused thoughtfully in her stirring.
"I'm not quite sure. The days blended together. I don't remember the last time I slept. I had to care for you, and make sure the curse didn't spread. If it seeped out, others could be hurt, or die. It could kill me, too. But, I was willing to take that risk...for you."
"I drank potions, I used magic to keep myself awake at your side."
"You must be exhausted."
"I would do all that and more for you," Tharja said.
"I'm glad you weren't hurt," Robin said.
Robin smiled.
"I wish I could keep your smile pristine forever. I must commission some art of you looking like that...so happy."
"I haven't had a lot of time to sit for hours. Maybe after the war?" Robin said.
Tharja let out an irritated noise int he back of her throat.
"I will dismantle that fell god noxious scale by noxious scale, and leave all your enemies in ruins if they continue to get in my way."
Sometimes, she really was glad that Tharja was on their side.
"Chrom's and the others are probably beside themselves with worry by now."
Chrom had lost so much in his life. She didn't want to make him think he'd lost his tactician and close friend, too.
"The army is taking shelter in a fort. I have commanded them not to come in until I have nursed you back to health. I made them respect my wishes, after some interruptions," Tharja said sharply.
"Here. Allow me to feed you..."
Tharja scooped up a bowl of soup and brought it before Robin.
She blew on the soup and fed her, bite by bite. She leaned in, and Robin's face flushed as she felt Tharja's very thick curves push against her.
The soup had a strange, savory taste. With each spoonful, she felt more and more energy seep into her.
Even more, the action was surprisingly tender, and only left her more flushed with each bite.
Tharja frowned, and set the bowl aside. She pressed her delicate hand to Robin's forehead. Her face was suddenly so close.
"T-Tharja...!"
"Your face is hot. So...despite all my attempts, the fever hasn't passed."
Sadness came over Tharja's face.
"I still have much to learn, it seems. I couldn't prevent this curse, and I'm still fighting against this fever. I must work harder to protect you. Even with all my effort, you were still hurt."
"Actually, I'm feeling a lot better."
She still wasn't sure how to explain actually, it's a blush! Tharja was so intense and forward that sometimes it made her a little tongue-tied. It was hard to speak clearly when Tharja was swearing a life oath and possibly proposing marriage and sewing talismans into her clothes in secret while she slept, oh and the talk of killing anyone who opposed Robin painfully.
Not to mention that with Tharja's body so close, it was hard to formulate any plan at all.
Robin smiled. "Thank you for working so hard. You must be completely exhausted."
Dark circles shown under her eyes. Her pale skin made them only more stark a contrast.
"It doesn't matter as long as you're well again."
"It matters to me. I'm feeling much better, now. You need to rest," Robin said.
"If you insist."
"This time, I'll watch over you as you sleep," Robin said.
Tharja blushed.
"So that's how it is...I don't want to leave your side, either."
Tharja climbed into bed.
Robin had to keep her breathing even as she felt Tharja's curves against her. It wasn't time for that, not when they were both exhausted and recovering.
Then again, Tharja had skipped ahead from first date to protect you and kill all your enemies and declare my undying love daily, so they weren't exactly following them regular kind of courting.
Robin sat up, and watched the last of the stars disappear. She always made sure she planned well. Tactics in battle, and in well, love. And she had much to plan for what she'd say when this was all over, and she could convince Tharja to meet her face to face.
Not behind her, sniping with magic at anyone who might harm her in battle, or behind a tree or building, with talismans hidden in her hands.
But close enough to take her hands in hers, and kiss her her fingers one by one, and then, finally, her lips. And say all her thank yous, in more than one way.
There was a lot Robin still didn't know about herself, but she was sure about something: the woman next to her was complete wife material, and she would do something about that soon enough. Convince Tharja to meet her face to face, even if she had to research a whole library to get the proper marrying tactics.
She brushed Tharja's dark hair back, and smiled. The gold tiara was cool to the touch.
"At least I know you like gold. That's a good place to start."
Series: Fire Emblem: Awakening
Character/pairing: Tharja/f!Robin
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1695
Summary: Robin wakes to realize she was taken care of during her illness.
Author's note:
This is intended to be as if support A had an A+ support scene before the S support.
A treat for femslashex.
Her eyes opened past the haze of smoke, with a savory and sweet scent.
Robin sat up. A shadow tended to the cauldron. She wasn't in her tent anymore, that was for sure.
But where she was, she couldn't exactly say.
Robin rubbed at her eyes. She recognized that shadow there, sleek and curvy before the fire. Of course she would. Tharja had followed her, protected her, and watched over her for months now.
"Thar....ja?"
Tharja turned. She was framed by dark hair, all the way down her back, and the dark cloak of a Plegian sorceress that hugged every curve. In that haze, Robin thought she was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.
It wasn't the first time she'd had that thought. Sometimes the thought came when she saw Tharja like an avenging goddess on the battlefield, dark energy emanating from her as she tore through Risen with each magical blow.
Other times when she glanced back and saw her very own beloved guardian close by, and she would see a hint of Tharja's darkness before she disappeared from sight.
Her fearsome expression softened just a little. She actually had a very beautiful smile. Except, it usually came up when she spoke about torturing the enemy, especially those that would go against Robin.
"You're finally awake. Good."
"Where am I? What happened?"
"A tent wouldn't be enough for the concoction I needed to make. I needed to ensure your safety, so I transported you to this place."
"Where is 'this place?' Wait, transported?"
"A fort nearby. It was abandoned long ago."
"You told everyone where I am, right?"
"Yes, they know. Unfortunately."
The cauldron burbled with some kind of greenish liquid. Tharja stirred it as she spoke. Robin was distracted by even the gracefulness of that simple action.
"What happened?"
"You fell ill. Someone has dared to curse you. I had to act quickly, before it went any further."
A shadow fell across her face.
"I will make them wish they were never born."
"Don't tell me you've already sent a curse back?"
"Instantly, and by the thousands, the moment I realized they would dare and try and harm you, of all people. May they suffer a thousand years of pain for even a second of inconveniencing you," Tharja said. Her voice was cold, unfathomably so.
Robin sighed softly. "So it was a curse all along? I thought I had just overworked."
At first, she'd noticed a little pain in her arm after battle. She thought maybe she'd gotten a thorn there, or had been bitten by an insect. Then the fatigue came to her, but she shouldered on. Until once when she was speaking to Tharja, she began to shiver uncontrollably. And that was the last thing she clearly remembered.
After that it was a phantasmagoria of fever dreams and her own face staring back at her, but with a twisted smile.
"No...your body reacted strangely. At first it absorbed the curse, and seemed to draw power from deep within the dark magic...then part of it violently rejected the magic. I've never seen such a thing. You are truly remarkable."
Robin furrowed her brow. "I've never read anything like that. Do you know what kind of curse it could be? You're a lot more knowledgeable in things like that than me."
"Someone put some kind of...tracking curse upon you. It was strong enough to break the talismans I put in your clothes while you slept."
"...You put talisman in my clothes while I slept?"
"Naturally. I needed to ensure your safety. Even I must sleep at some times. But, this magic was stronger than all the talismans I so painstakingly made during the night, sewing them into your robes as you slept so peacefully. Oh, how I'll make them pay for ruining all the protective charms I so lovingly made for you and snuck into your things..."
At least Tharja was back to her usual gloomy self. Robin still felt a little guilty that she'd indirectly made Tharja try and be normal. When all she'd been trying to suggest was a mite bit less stalking and more direct interaction, and spend more time with Tharja face to face, instead of looking back and realizing she was being followed again.
It was hard to hold hands when Tharja was hiding behind a tree and muttering swear words for anyone who dared to oppose Robin.
Tharja put another green plant into the cauldron. She placed a long scoop within the liquid, blew upon it and took a taste. She frowned, and began to piece through some collection.
"Hmm. It must be perfect. It is for you, after all."
She added more herbs and greens to the liquid.
The walls were stone, and the room was small. Books were heaped about, open and next to herbs and Tharja's magic kit.
"I have been watching over you, and perfecting this potion. It will nourish you back to health."
Her face softened, just a little.
"Only the best for you."
"Thanks, I'm surprisingly hungry. How long have I been out?"
Tharja paused thoughtfully in her stirring.
"I'm not quite sure. The days blended together. I don't remember the last time I slept. I had to care for you, and make sure the curse didn't spread. If it seeped out, others could be hurt, or die. It could kill me, too. But, I was willing to take that risk...for you."
"I drank potions, I used magic to keep myself awake at your side."
"You must be exhausted."
"I would do all that and more for you," Tharja said.
"I'm glad you weren't hurt," Robin said.
Robin smiled.
"I wish I could keep your smile pristine forever. I must commission some art of you looking like that...so happy."
"I haven't had a lot of time to sit for hours. Maybe after the war?" Robin said.
Tharja let out an irritated noise int he back of her throat.
"I will dismantle that fell god noxious scale by noxious scale, and leave all your enemies in ruins if they continue to get in my way."
Sometimes, she really was glad that Tharja was on their side.
"Chrom's and the others are probably beside themselves with worry by now."
Chrom had lost so much in his life. She didn't want to make him think he'd lost his tactician and close friend, too.
"The army is taking shelter in a fort. I have commanded them not to come in until I have nursed you back to health. I made them respect my wishes, after some interruptions," Tharja said sharply.
"Here. Allow me to feed you..."
Tharja scooped up a bowl of soup and brought it before Robin.
She blew on the soup and fed her, bite by bite. She leaned in, and Robin's face flushed as she felt Tharja's very thick curves push against her.
The soup had a strange, savory taste. With each spoonful, she felt more and more energy seep into her.
Even more, the action was surprisingly tender, and only left her more flushed with each bite.
Tharja frowned, and set the bowl aside. She pressed her delicate hand to Robin's forehead. Her face was suddenly so close.
"T-Tharja...!"
"Your face is hot. So...despite all my attempts, the fever hasn't passed."
Sadness came over Tharja's face.
"I still have much to learn, it seems. I couldn't prevent this curse, and I'm still fighting against this fever. I must work harder to protect you. Even with all my effort, you were still hurt."
"Actually, I'm feeling a lot better."
She still wasn't sure how to explain actually, it's a blush! Tharja was so intense and forward that sometimes it made her a little tongue-tied. It was hard to speak clearly when Tharja was swearing a life oath and possibly proposing marriage and sewing talismans into her clothes in secret while she slept, oh and the talk of killing anyone who opposed Robin painfully.
Not to mention that with Tharja's body so close, it was hard to formulate any plan at all.
Robin smiled. "Thank you for working so hard. You must be completely exhausted."
Dark circles shown under her eyes. Her pale skin made them only more stark a contrast.
"It doesn't matter as long as you're well again."
"It matters to me. I'm feeling much better, now. You need to rest," Robin said.
"If you insist."
"This time, I'll watch over you as you sleep," Robin said.
Tharja blushed.
"So that's how it is...I don't want to leave your side, either."
Tharja climbed into bed.
Robin had to keep her breathing even as she felt Tharja's curves against her. It wasn't time for that, not when they were both exhausted and recovering.
Then again, Tharja had skipped ahead from first date to protect you and kill all your enemies and declare my undying love daily, so they weren't exactly following them regular kind of courting.
Robin sat up, and watched the last of the stars disappear. She always made sure she planned well. Tactics in battle, and in well, love. And she had much to plan for what she'd say when this was all over, and she could convince Tharja to meet her face to face.
Not behind her, sniping with magic at anyone who might harm her in battle, or behind a tree or building, with talismans hidden in her hands.
But close enough to take her hands in hers, and kiss her her fingers one by one, and then, finally, her lips. And say all her thank yous, in more than one way.
There was a lot Robin still didn't know about herself, but she was sure about something: the woman next to her was complete wife material, and she would do something about that soon enough. Convince Tharja to meet her face to face, even if she had to research a whole library to get the proper marrying tactics.
She brushed Tharja's dark hair back, and smiled. The gold tiara was cool to the touch.
"At least I know you like gold. That's a good place to start."
