A/N: Well, it is my second fic into Awakening, this one is a bit more humorous while trying to not be completely crack.

Also just a note, there are at least two other fics that had the same idea, one of which has a bit a similar start with Robin fainting, which is called "Army of One" and I don't remember the other ones name. This story will be branching off from looking similar starting with chapter, as the ones I now know of have either just Robin able to swap genders at-will or all the manakete swap genders and that won't be happening here and there will not be any focus on class or personal skills.

I definitely don't own Fire Emblem, otherwise Lucina and Owain would have supports with their aunt and uncle, and Sumia and Donnel would as well. She seems to be the mostly like besides Panne of the women that would find living on the farm to be something that she would really want to do.

Robin took a deep breath as the group marched into the ruins. While the townsfolk had spoken of great power here, it instead felt like he was entering somewhere he shouldn't. Unlike Chrom, Lissa, and Lucina, who all seemed to be gleeful at entering. Perhaps it had to do with it being a ruin for Naga, as the suspicions he had about his lineage may explain his uneasiness. After all, if what Validar said was true, he was the son of the leader of the Grimeans, perhaps Naga found his presence to be unwanted.

Drawing himself out of his thoughts, he grimaced as Risen started to pour out of the front hallway and charged at the group. While his compatriots, the Shepards, were able to handle them fine, the attackers seemed off. Normally, the Risen would act as though the most important thing was trying to kill whoever was in front of them. Now, it seemed as more they were trying to get past them, as if to be looking for someone. This was the second time that the Risen acted as more than just shambling corpses. Were these more of the ones that Validar had made?

"Hey Chrom, I'm going to lead Maribelle, Gaius, Sully, and Stahl to the right, I want you to take the rest of the team to the north. Just make sure to use the hallways as choke points, if necessary ask Virion for good locations to do so." The man nodded as Robin marched over and gathered his teammates.

His strike force continued forward as he started to faintly hear shouts of orders, it seemed there was another group here, and that they were not very organized. Perhaps they could team up, he hoped, though it was more likely they would be rivals. If they were rivals, at least they were disorganized, he could identify at least ten different people trying to lead at once. Hopefully it would not be such a debacle as when they met Panne's son. Upon turning another corner, he gasped as he realized that there wasn't just a group here, but a small platoon. Except for the three manaketes and two taguels, which really confused him, there was a legion of Grimean soldiers, with enough people to be a platoon set-up in his favorite lighting and thunder tactic. The combined fire was enough to defeat the small Risen force that had been under siege by them. It seemed the yells were more in enthusiasm than orders. The threat level of the group went from manageable to retreating and calling for Ferox forces.

"So, Robin, perhaps this is your long lost family." Sully commented as the soldiers reacted. They turned and about half of them start running over with a shout,

"FATHER!"

"Hey, he's my father, there's no way he's yours." This started off an argument as the group of soldiers attempted to talk over each other to claim him as family as the subject of said discussion could not get his jaw working. There was no way he could be the father of that many children. There was no way!The worrisome part was the fact that the young women were all around the same age. He started to feel a little woozy but he shook it off as he tried to make sense of the arguing. Realizing that the group was not planning to stop anytime soon, he spoke up,

"I doubt that I would be related to as many people that are claiming so, especially since I doubt I am old enough to have any children as old as you all are." In response, the young women all started to hold their heads.

"Are you alright?" Robin sped over to the group as he heard grumblings of a headache and something about memory issues. He started to rub at his forehead. It sounded suspiciously like how Chrom had found him. No, this just had to be a coincidence, that must be why he is worried about them, no other reason. They eventually all started talking again, still attempting to talk over each other. "Hold on, I can't hear you if you all talk over each other. Let's start with names and only names." Hopefully it would prevent them from complaining about how he could be forgetting them as his child. Pointing at the nearest one, a girl with red hair and a sword, she piped up,

"Morgan." Following that, to Robin's horror all of the rest of the young women had the same name. While a small part of him noted it would have been a name he would have picked, especially if he was not sure about the gender of the child, that thought was quickly abandoned in case someone was able to read his mind. It became even worse as the young men also echoed with the same name. This was just too much and Robin found himself woozy as he fell over and fainted.

Waking up in a tent, he grimaced as he looked up to see Chrom and Lissa sitting over him. Perhaps he had another nightmare and Lissa had just woken him up from the bad dream. That would have been definitely preferable than what he heard. "Are you alright, Robin?"

"I think I had a nightmare." Robin spoke as he sat up.

"Did you dream that your children tried to kill you?" Lissa wondered as Robin groaned before rubbing at his forehead.

"Not that, but I was hoping that was just a nightmare."

"Nope," Lissa replied with a smirk as she patted his back consolingly.

"We've asked the Morgans to give you space for now, I could get you something to eat if you are hungry?" Chrom offered as Robin shook his head.

"What exactly do we know about this mysterious group of Morgans?"

"All of the young women thought that you are their father, and all they can remember is you and that they want to be a tactician just like you," Chrom explained as Robin stared. "Also, the young men say that their mothers' name was Robin and they also want to be a tactician like her." Robin grimaced as Chrom shrugged. "I think they believe they are telling the truth."

"You seem to collect amnesiacs don't you?" Robin teased as Chrom smiled while Lissa stood up.

"Well I need to make sure Frederick doesn't wear himself out trying to determine the 'secret' motives that the Morgans have." Lissa declared as she left the tent. Robin sighed as he reached for his favorite tactics book. He so was not going to try to hide behind it.

"We might need to figure out nicknames for them if they continue to travel with us." He suggested as Chrom nodded while he stood up.

"You believe they are your children?"

"I don't know what to think, but since some of them do think they are related to me, it would probably be best to keep an eye on them. Though we should probably not have Frederick be the one to keep an eye on them. I can just image them running him ragged."

"They are a bit hyper, more so your daughters than the male Morgans." Chrom commented as he took a deep breath. "If you need anything, let me know."

"Of course, though I might not be leaving the tent for this evening. Just be careful. Though perhaps having them go through Frederick's Fanatical Fitness Hour might give the squad some peace and quiet." Chrom chuckled.

"I think I will be okay around camp," Chrom replied. At that, Robin smirked while lowering his book.

"Really, the one day I don't check up on you, I find out that you followed-"

"That was just a festival!" He interrupted as his face flushed.

"Hey, I'm not the one who posed nude for a poster." At that Chrom shook his head. "At least some things don't change."

"Yeah, though don't forget we are all here for you." Robin nodded as his best friend turned around to leave. Opening his tactics book he started to lose himself in the book. "Though I am not sure you want to go to Tharja for help on this." Chrom suggested as he left the tent. Robin waved his best friend off as he started to look through his tactics book. Hopefully an idea on how to deal with the Morgans will come soon to him. He also suspected asking Henry for help would be a bad idea as well. The fact that Tharja may have been in awe of him was a bit worrisome.

A knock interrupted his reading as he looked up to see Virion standing in the doorway carrying a set of figurines and a board.

"I thought perhaps we might avail upon ourselves another of our games."

"I don't think I am up for a game right now."

"I understand, but I do have something of great import that I wish to discuss."

"Very well, what terrible news do you bring me? Did Cherche reject your 'sweet nothings' yet again?" Robin wondered as the man smiled.

"No, fortune has spared me that today, it is about your mysterious progeny." Virion replied as the two started their opening moves as Robin could tell that both his play was suffering, and his opponent seemed to be not taking advantage of it, as he seemed to be more concentrating on what he was going to say.

"Do you believe the Morgans?" Robin questioned as he guessed at what the man may have wanted to discuss. He would have asked Chrom, but his best friend was very much considered too trusting by just about anyone.

"Well, we have met Lucina and her friends, perhaps these Morgan could also be your future children." Robin shook his head, it did not explain the multitude of them. Especially since all the women he interacted with as friends, except for Lucina and the other future children, were married. Well, there was Anna, but she seemed more interested in money than relationships. He definitely clamped down on the thought of any of the children being the mother, as he is sure certain parents would quickly put an end to it. He doubted even being Chrom's best friend would save him from his friend's possible wrath. He grimaced as he made another horrible play, wishing he could take it back, fortunately, Virion also missed the mistake as he continued, "perhaps they came from different dimension through the Outrealms."

"That still doesn't explain the multitude of them. Or the fact there are Morgan's that remember their mother who is named Robin."

"Perhaps in the Outrealms they are from, there is a Robin that is a woman." Virion commented as Robin frowned.

"What gave you that idea?" His curiosity piqued, keeping a biting remark back.

"I was watching one of the Morgans practice with his bow. His skills nearly matched my considerable prowess. He also matched my noble coloring, at least in his hair. This made me wonder, until I looked at his bow and saw that carved into the bow was the initials V and R. After this, I noticed that the female Morgan who has a wyvern has the same hair color as Cherche. While it is not dear Minerva, she still fights with the same moves. I then asked Miriel and she verified that there is at least one Morgan that fights similarity to everyone here except to Chrom, Lucina, and Olivia, but there are children that have their hair color. Also the children match the gender of the possible parent as well as my cravat matches high fashion. There are a few others that do not match, but there are probable other future children we have not met…" Robin shook his head as Virion moved to end the game. "I thought you should know, especially since it is only a matter of time before one of the less discreet members of our group determines the possibility and blurts it out."

"You're thinking of Vaike, aren't you?"

"I will not cast disparaging comments on a comrade." Robin nodded as Virion packed up the board and stood up. It seemed that Robin needed answers, at the very least so he could get some sleep.

"Thank you for the information, I think I need to talk to Lucina." With that the two exited the tent. Taking a quick scan of the area, he saw that the Morgan swarm was being looked over by Lissa, Maribelle, and Libra for injuries they may have been hiding. Knowing they were in good hands, he moved on to the training area where hopefully he found either Lucina or her father. Once he reached the ground, he found his best friend's daughter smashing through multiple dummies. Clearing his throat as he approached, Lucina paused as she turned and stared at him. "I know you said that you wouldn't talk too much about our future unless absolutely necessary, especially specific children, but I need to know, did I ever marry?"

"Not that I remember I am afraid. I definitely remember not ever meeting a Morgan." Lucina replied as he grimaced.

"Perhaps I locked them in a secret dungeon," he quipped as Lucina stared at him blankly. "Nevermind, that was a bad joke." She glanced away as Robin's gaze followed and he noticed one of the Morgans, with orange hair attempting to sneak up on him.

"Should I talk to her?"

"I'll have to deal with them eventually and it is only one of the Morgan swarm, I should be able to at least tactically withdraw successfully." He smiled to take bite off the worry. "Can I help you Morgan?" The young woman crept over as Robin frowned.

"So, what is it like to find out you have a gaggle of daughters?"

"I don't think it has hit me yet."

"So, do you know who mother is? I also heard you lost your memory like I did?"

"Yes, I did lose my memory just like all of you did, so it is quite possible that I don't know who your mother is, I may not have even met her yet. Do you have anything that you remember of her or from her?"

"Well, I think that I have her hair, but other than that, I can't remember her." The young lady grimaced as though her own personal fault she could not remember.

"It is okay, I still don't remember anything about my parents, so I guess that is another thing you have in common with your father." She smiled at that before walking over and hugging him.

"So, I'm your favorite daughter right?" She beamed at him as he stared. He knew this was a trap, as Frederick warned Chrom after he married before Lucina was born.

"I don't have a favorite daughter," he replied as she started to circle him.

"Okay, come on, you can tell me, I promise not to tell any of the others the truth." A shout drew both of their attentions as a few more Morgans stormed over.

"What are you doing?" The blonde haired Morgan that was a troubadour questioned.

"He's spending time with his favorite daughter." The orange-haired Morgan commented as that caused the other five to start arguing vehemently with each other. Robin sighed as he rubbed at his head. He had a feeling that he would trade Cordelia and Gregor for their problem with Severa than deal with this. He really should have listened to his gut and stayed out of those ruins.

A/N: Whelp, let me know what you think, the good, the bad, and the awkward. Thank you for reading.