A/N: This fic is inspired by KageYami's "Hey Father Which One's Mother". The title is homage to all Morgans having the exact same name. Before you even ask, yes, I will always go Robin/Tharja, Sully/Gaius, Donnel/Nowi. Why? BECAUSE GALEFORCE! Also, this is pretty much the default "male" Avatar here, white hair, medium build… yeah.
I'm just putting this up to see the general populace's reaction to this idea that wouldn't leave me alone. My other stories still take precedence, and work IS in progress for them!
EDIT: TIMEFRAME CHANGED TO JUST AFTER LUCINA'S RECRUITMENT INSTEAD OF THE END-GAME.
Chapter 1: One = Morgan = ERROR
Outside the Ruins of Time
The swirling blue portal typical of Outrealm Gate transits would have been normal—well, if any such transit was to be termed normal on this world—if not for the fact that it was full of smaller portals and was very horizontal, only about a meter off the ground. It would also be a lot more normal if it didn't deposit a ridiculously large horde of teenaged combatants, only distinguishable by hair length and slight differences in facial structure, though taking their cloaks off would reveal telling differences in body shape, onto the field.
The first, black-haired girl fell out of it limply, a Mire Tome clutched to her chest, with Flux, Wind, Thunder and Fire tomes visible in her Tactician-style robes' pockets, but no sword. She sported an odd gold headband of sorts holding her hair in place and was very curvaceous. A cape, blue on the outside and purple on the inside with gold trim, was rolled up and tied to her back. A moment later another girl, with blue hair and with a chest flat as a board, flopped to the ground next to her in the same cloak, which was considerably loose on her… curves, if they were worthy of the name. She had a Bronze Sword at her side with the three basic non-Dark magic tomes sticking out of her pockets. A green-haired girl with pointed ears and a fancy ornament on the front of her hair came next in yet again the same tactician cloak, with a pink cloth of some sort, likely a cape, rolled up and tied to her back. The shiny green stone visible on a string around her neck seemed to glow slightly and a Bronze Sword served as her sidearm. A blonde boy, with a slightly more child-like face than the others, a chain of ragged, bloodstained cream-coloured button-like lace hanging over one shoulder, holding a modified Heal staff, with a Physic and a Rescue strapped to his back, thudded to the ground next. A redheaded girl in mostly-red armour with a Bronze Lance in her hands, a Javelin across her back, and a Bronze Sword in a scabbard at her side fell after him. Next came a reddish-purple haired mage with a large pointed black hat, Wind, Fire and Thunder tomes poking from her pockets and a Heal Staff in her hands. A brunette boy with wavy hair and a winged ornament atop his head tumbled to the ground next to her, with a Bronze Axe and Hand Axe strapped to his back (ouch, that impact must have hurt…).
The seven children were but the first row, and the gateway seemed to reorient as it began spitting the second row out. Another blonde, this one a boy with a Heal staff, a parasol and a Hand Axe, started that row. The next girl to be spat out of the gate had dark brown hair and carried a funny-looking rock with her in addition to her Bronze Axe. Someone had written "I love carrots" on the hem of her robes. Those words had been crossed out several times though, so it could have been something else. A girl with long, straight and silky red hair followed after, with a silvery chest plate and shoulder pauldrons visible under the cloak she shared with all the others. A Bronze Lance and a Javelin were strapped to her back and several sturdy-looking bottles of medicines were on her belt. She wore two small wing hairclips in her hair just above her forehead. The next girl had yellowish-green hair, bore a funny headband showing on her forehead, was carrying an axe and another funny-looking stone, and had a rolled-up grey-purple cape tied to the back of her robes. Fifth in that row of children came another redheaded girl, this one with a more ochre shade than the other redheads, she had a Levin Sword in the broad scabbard at her back, a Heal Staff and a Rescue Staff, but was otherwise unremarkable save for the red cape rolled up at her back and her red and yellow knee and shin guards. The pink-haired boy that followed had a dancer's sash and the associated hardware at his side, though the Bronze Sword and three basic Tomes at his other side probably helped dissuade people from teasing him for his hair colour and dancer gear. The last of this row was a rose-haired girl, her hair a couple shades darker than the previous boy's hair, with a white frilly strap holding her hair back and a pair of axes, Bronze and Hand, by her side.
The third row began with a black-haired boy who carried two Killing Edges on his back and had a tattered white headband with slightly smudged inscriptions wrapped around his head, but had his hand set firmly on the lone Bronze Sword at his hip. The next was a blonde girl with darker skin than all of the others (who varied between pale and a light tan), she bore a Bronze Sword, Bronze Axe and Hand Axe, with a red and white colour scheme to her armour. The portal paused briefly before spitting out more children, the first boy being orange-haired, well-armoured under his cloak and equipped with a large shield, Bronze Lance, Javelin and Hand Axe. The blue-haired boy that came next had a simple, plain chest-plate and decorated shoulder pauldrons visible under his cloak, carrying a Bronze Lance, Heal and a Javelin. The next child was another redheaded boy, with a red, empty scabbard across his back, alongside a Bronze Axe and Hand Axe. The following girl again had black hair, carrying a Bronze Bow in her hands but also a Bronze Lance at her back and a Bronze Sword as a sidearm. A shattered Blessed Bow was lashed to her back and a headband with a feather stuck to it was impaled on the remnants of the bow. The last of that row was a violet-haired boy who had a green stone with him and a dark red cape, rolled up, tied to his back along with a Bronze Lance.
The portal seemed to hiccough briefly before reorienting itself at ninety degrees to the existing three rows and spitting out two more children, a boy whose hair was a dirty blonde, with a funny-looking ornament consisting of two gold arcs, joined by a v-shaped gold wire with one slim arced prong emerging from each, worn on his chest. He had a Heal and Fortify staff on his back, and a Bronze Sword at his belt. The final child to be ejected had her head pointed in the exact opposite direction, with essentially white hair, wearing a black half-crown, with Mire and a collection of the basic tomes in her backpack, plus a Bronze Lance. She was also likely to bitch about her landing as soon as she woke up given her bust was, though smaller than the black-haired Dark Mage girl or the archer girl, still quite significant, and being one of the few girls to flop facedown meant…
"Ow…" Well, technically that was all the kids waking up at about the same time, assorted moans, groans and grunts of pain ringing inside the large, otherwise empty chamber as all twenty-three children sat up, then started looking around, staring. "Uh, hi there." They said in unison, then blinked, also in unison "Okay, that's really creepy. Let's figure out an order to talk in…" They winced, flinched, shivered or otherwise displayed a negative reaction to their absurd coordination. "You first, we can go row by row." They all seemed to point at the black-haired girl that had been first out of the portal in eerie synchrony. She blinked as everyone else peered at her.
"Hi, I'm Morgan… my father is Robin. Due to having lost my memory and only remembering father, I helped Grima, who was controlling father, destroy human civilization in the future I came her to escape from after he was defeated. I left to let the humans rebuild without hunting me down and to build a better future for another world, I didn't expect this. If I'm not guessing wrong, we are all Morgan."
"Yes, we are all Morgan… and maybe we should answer any ensuing questions in some sort of order?" Every one of the other Morgans said, then complained at once.
"This is going to be tough then, we should try to find Father, so that we may hammer out who our mothers are, 'cause I don't remember for some reason and we look different enough that we definitely have different mothers." She pointed out the four with funny stones "You, you, you, and you… are you Manakete or Taguel? You first." She pointed at the girl in her own row, with the fanciest head ornament.
"Manakete." The darker-green haired Morgan said, holding up her green stone and gesturing at the ornament on the front of her hair.
Black-haired Curvy Morgan pointed at the next stone-bearer "Taguel." The brunette answered
"Manakete."
"Manakete." The violet-haired boy said, drawing some surprised stares.
"Alright then. Now that that's been cleared up, how many of us are mounted troops that don't have their mounts?" The first-row redheaded girl, the second-row redhead with the wing hair ornaments, the rose-haired girl at the end of the second row, the blue and red-haired boys of row three, the black-haired girl of that row, and the final white-haired girl all raised their hands. "Specify."
"Horse." The first-row redhead said.
"Pegasus." The winged-redhead said.
"Wyvern." The rose-haired girl supplied.
"Pegasus." The blue-haired boy said, causing the others to stare briefly at him.
"Horse or Pegasus." The black-haired girl stated.
"Horse or Pegasus." The white-haired girl also said.
"Great, now we need to find father and clear things up for each of us… I assume he could get his hands on some mounts for us, if we can't take them off enemy soldiers we're bound to fight at some point. I presume we can all remember what he looks like… wait, I presume we all have the same Robin for our father, right? White hair, medium height, sound about right to you?" Eye-Marked Morgan said.
Twenty-two other Morgans nodded in unison. It started to rain and all of them looked up before looking over at the nearby ruins and nodding almost as one entity. Shelter was an important priority at least while this storm that seemed to be coming—if the thunder was any indication—lasted.
Other side of the Ruins of Time
"Is this the place?" Robin asked as he looked over the Risen-infested temple as it rained. It would have been nice to pitch tents and wait the rain out, but since they'd been less than an hour's walk from their destination, well… getting indoors was more practical once everyone mounted up or hitched rides with others.
"Yeah, it's got to be. The townsfolk spoke of ruins in these parts that carry the legacy of the divine dragon. Of course, they neglected to mention that the place is crawling with Risen." Chrom sighed, couldn't they go anywhere without finding hordes of Risen or brigands of some sort? "I suppose we're just gonna have to earn this treasure the old-fashioned way."
There was a sudden noise nearby and all of the Morgans gripped their weapons. "Footsteps!" They listened for a moment, there seemed to be a lot of footsteps… "Probably not friendly. More down those stairways leading out of this chamber… How would Dad handle this?" None commented on the eeriness of their talking.
"What's coming from there…" That Morgan, the darker green haired Manakete, suddenly seemed to experience a dramatic voice drop as she bellowed in outrage. "Risen…"
"Risen?" The children turned to stare at the shambling corpses for a moment before taking several deep breaths to calm themselves down from the sudden, blinding hatred that had just washed over them courtesy of being the spawn of Grima. "Well, then, so long as we maintain our sense of direction, we can blaze through to the opposite end of these ruins and find out if they're coming from there, and exterminate them as we go." One of the Morgan's suggested. The others agreed. "I hope… I hope father has not fallen to Grima already, or…" The Eye-Marked Morgan trailed off, the possibility of ganging up to kill their father was too horrible to contemplate.
Unbeknownst to the small army of Morgans and their unfortunate father, Robin was now thoroughly and absolutely FUCKED. No, it had nearly nothing to do with the fact that apparently he'd managed to in some alternate timeline screw the wives of all those men in the Shepherds that got married within the army. It had only a little to do with the fact that Chrom would not be pleased that Robin had managed to get BOTH his sisters in alternate timelines. No, it was mostly the fact that he had banged six daughters in various timelines, including both of Chrom and Sumia's girls. To top it off, he had not even quite committed to anyone yet.
"Sounds of fighting from the west, sounds like two sets from the sound levels." One of the vanguard Morgans said as she axed three Risens into vapour with two strokes while the blonde War Monk Morgan behind her stabbed the power orb end of his Heal staff through another one's head and brought it sideways through a fifth's neck. He'd mounted a lance head on a set of braces around the orb, giving strength for use as a lance but not compromising healing ability.
"You… don't look like treasure hunters. What brings you here?" Someone achingly familiar called from a hallway leading off the hallway that the Risen filled to the brim during a brief lull in the fighting, and the Morgans went into the fight with even greater fervour only sparing a glance. The long hall was Risen-free roughly ten seconds after that, although there was one, er, "minor problem" as Robin stepped into view from both ends of the hall.
"There you are, Father!" Twenty-three voices chorused. At the same time, from the other end of the hall, twenty-two other voices called "Mother! Why are you in your male guise?"
Robin blinked as he turned his head around a few times at the horde of people wearing the same cloak he was wearing, all bearing a resemblance to him, and who were holding various Bronze weapons loosely. He was rendered for once completely speechless by this turn of events. "Are you all… from the future?" They all nodded as one. "And you are all my children?" He simply could not see himself having a harem of any sort, but if they were from different futures… Uh oh, they had nodded at him.
Things got awkward.
The 23 FATHERED MORGANS: (First 3 are in my mental order of shippings, rest in order of introduction in the storyline)
Tharja-Morgan (F): Sorcerer, uses Tomes
Lucina-Morgan (F): Grandmaster, uses Swords, Tomes
Tiki-Morgan (F): Manakete, uses Dragonstone, Swords
Lissa-Morgan (M): War Monk, uses Staves, Lances (likes to build own hybrids)
Sully-Morgan (F): Paladin, uses Lances, Swords
Miriel-Morgan (F): Sage, uses Tomes, Staves
Sumia-Morgan (M): Berserker, uses Axes
Maribelle-Morgan (M): War Monk, uses Staves, Axes, Parasol-fu
Panne-Morgan (F): Taguel, uses Beaststone, Axes
Cordelia-Morgan (F): Falcon Knight, uses Lances, Staves
Nowi-Morgan (F): Manakete, uses Dragonstone, Axes
Anna-Morgan (F): Trickster, uses Swords, Staves
Olivia-Morgan (M): Grandmaster, uses Swords, Tomes
Cherche-Morgan (F): Wyvern Lord, uses Axes, Lances
Say'ri-Morgan (M): Swordmaster, uses Swords
Flavia-Morgan (F): Hero, uses Swords, Axes
Kjelle-Morgan (M, Sully/Gaius means Kjelle can get Galeforce herself): General, uses Lances, Axes
Cynthia-Morgan (M): Falcon Knight (WUT?), uses Lances, Staves (and hybrids)
Severa-Morgan (M): Berserker, uses Axes
Noire-Morgan (F cause I presume her mother Noire isn't Robin's daughter so cannot get Galeforce as Gaius and Donnel are both taken already): Ranger, uses Bows (no Longbows), Lances, Sword proficiency restricted to C (this set is what real Asian cavalry would use)
Nah-Morgan (M, Donnel is his grandpa so Nah can get Galeforce): Manakete, uses Dragonstone, Lances.
Emmeryn-Morgan (M): War Monk, uses Staves, Swords
Aversa-Morgan (F): Dark Flier, uses Lances, Tomes
The 22 MOTHERED MORGANS (in order of fathers being introduced to the story, though I believe Chrom to be canon in this case):
Chrom-Morgan (M): Grandmaster, uses Swords, Tomes
Frederick-Morgan (M): Great Knight, uses Swords, Lances, Axes
Virion-Morgan (F): Ranger, uses non-Longbows, Lances, some Swords
Stahl-Morgan (M): Paladin, uses Swords, Lances
Vaike-Morgan (F): Wyvern Lord, uses Axes, Lances
Kellam-Morgan (M): Assassin, uses Swords, Bows
Donnel-Morgan (F): Warrior, uses Axes, Bows
Lon'qu-Morgan (M): Dark Knight, uses Swords, Tomes
Ricken-Morgan (M): Dark Flier, uses Lances, Tomes
Gaius-Morgan (M): Warrior, uses Axes, Bows
Gregor-Morgan (F): Falcon Knight, uses Lances, Staves
Libra-Morgan (M): Dark Knight, uses Swords, Tomes
Henry-Morgan (F): Sorcerer, uses Tomes
Basilio-Morgan (F): Falcon Knight, uses Lances, Staves
Owain-Morgan (M): Berserker, uses Axes
Inigo-Morgan (M): Swordmaster, uses Swords
Brady-Morgan (F): Paladin, uses Swords, Lances
Gerome-Morgan (M): Ranger, uses Bows, Lances, some Swords
Yarne-Morgan (F): Taguel, uses Beaststone and Swords
Laurent-Morgan (M): Dark Knight, uses Swords, Tomes
Yen'fay-Morgan (F): Swordmaster, uses Swords
Priam-Morgan (F): Hero, uses Swords, Axes
That comes out to 10 boys and 13 girls fathered, 12 boys and 10 girls mothered. Total 45 Morgans, with one more female than males.
"I assume you're all from different futures?" Chrom asked once Tharja had finished setting Robin down on her lap, staring avidly for once not at Robin or an opponent but the black-haired girl who led the slightly larger (and more female) pack of teenagers.
As usual, Tharja had been standing right next to Robin, and when he'd fainted a few moments after they encountered the two hordes, she'd been first to catch him. She was dancing inside with glee at having gotten him in at least one future, but was a bit conflicted over whether she should congratulate herself for good taste—Robin apparently had his free pick of the women and in his female form the men of the army, testament to his quality as a man—or be annoyed that all these other women had apparently also borne his children in some futures. Of course, my daughter is still the most beautiful of them all. She thought., eyeing her probable daughter.
Chrom was succinctly ignored as the black-haired, violet-eyed girl at the front of one pack challenged the other side "What did you mean, in your mother's male guise? That's our father! Yes, he can change into a woman if he wants but…" The girl's voice sank into a deeper, darker tone, almost sultry in its intonations like a certain Plegian dark mage's voice. "Ah… That would explain it." The two sides stared at each other for a moment before nodding in unison. The blue-haired boy leading the mothered pack and the black-haired girl with the fathered pack moved closer to Chrom and Robin as they said in perfect unison "Well, we are indeed from various different futures," They narrowed their eyes at each other as they continued in perfect synchrony "where our father/mother married different people. I, er, may have helped Grima destroy the world in my reality, since I woke up in a field and didn't remember anything else but our father and Grima was in father's body… but then father, maybe you, maybe another father from another reality, came through Naga's power and made me realize that I wasn't serving my real father. Since I didn't want to get hunted down in the aftermath, I decided to come through the Outrealm Gate and find somewhere where I could help history follow a better route."
Chrom opened and shut his mouth a few times "…Right. Are all the rest of you the same?" He had an overwhelming feeling of dread looking at the various objects the children had, as to whose kids they were… Wait a second, is that SUMIA'S HAIRPIECE? Well, I suppose if Robin had decided to court her himself instead of encouraging her to approach me… That other blue-haired boy… I wonder if I have another daughter that will come from the future… I sincerely hope Robin that you don't try to make a move on my daughter.
Forty-three heads nodded in unison, looking rather amused at how the respective party's leaders were still glaring at each other. "It's a great view, Tharja, but the ceiling beyond it suggests that what I thought I heard a moment ago wasn't just a vivid nightmare…" Robin said from below Tharja's bust, sitting up slowly so that he could make sure he didn't headbutt her by accident. He stared at the forty-five teenagers briefly "Right, I can figure out your classes at a glance, what about special abilities? You first." Robin looked at the girl whose general air resembled a cheerier version of Tharja.
"I've got Limit Breaker, Galeforce, Ignis, Astra, Sol and Rightful God."
Robin frowned "Isn't it impossible for humans to pack more than five special abilities at best?"
"My father, Grima, you, could pack eight special abilities on standby, he had what I have, plus Armsthrift and Pavise-Plus on him most of the time, but sometimes he'd swap out Armsthrift for Aegis-Plus. Is it so inconceivable that I, as a child of Grima, should be able to pack six? If my own analysis is correct, I should have a 1.8 percent chance of not activating any of the three activation-required in a single strike against an enemy, or 9 percent chance of not getting the power boost from Ignis or Astra. Being budget-conscious means, well…" She gestured at her tome collection. "I guess all of us went for the cheapest weapons we could buy because it was enough, give we have trained ourselves to our limits even with Limit Breaker?" The 44 other Morgans all nodded in synchrony "How many of you have the same ability set as me?" Most that she could see raised their hands "Okay, how many of you do NOT have the same ability set?" The blue-haired girl that had been beside her when she awoke, the blue-haired Falcon Knight boy that had come with her, the white-haired Dark Flier and the blue-haired boy that seemed to lead the opposing squad raised their hands "What have you got instead?" She motioned at the two behind her first.
"Aether instead of Sol." The two bluettes said.
"Shadow Gift instead of Astra." The Dark Flier stated.
The blue-haired boy in front of her nodded "I had Aether and Rightful King when Grima, in Mom's body, found me, but I kicked the King thing off to make space for Astra, after all, who needs it when you have Rightful God? Oh, that reminds me, Mom, can you change to your usual female form instead of being a man? It's a bit… off-putting for most of us." He poked his thumb over his shoulder at the twenty-one Morgans standing behind him.
Robin blinked "What do you mean my female form?"
"Well, you usually look like how you do now, but more feminine… like the direct female equivalent of what you look like now." The blue-haired male Morgan explained.
Robin had just quite realized something absolutely horrifying "Chrom, how many men do we have in the Shepherds?"
"We have twenty-seven soldiers, what do you mean?" Chrom had a very bad feeling about this…
He changed his inquiry, since it was supposed to be literal. "How many women do we have in the army?"
"Let's see, there's Sumia, Tharja, Lucina" Chrom started by listing the ones in the order the first two of the fathered Morgans resembled as he didn't recognize the accessories of the third. That curvy girl is probably Tharja's, the blue-haired girl is probably Lucina's, however horrifying a prospect that is… then listed them in the order Robin had "recruited" them in, with a growing feeling of dread as he saw his sister' distinctive pieces of decorative clothing on the children "Lissa, Sully, Miriel, Maribelle, Panne, Cordelia, Nowi, Anna, Olivia, Cherche… that's it."
"How many Morgans are with you, child?" Robin asked the black-haired girl with a sinking feeling, since if Tharja's Morgan was in this crowd it was probably the crowd he'd fathered instead of mothered like the other crowd. He thought he'd counted twenty-three, but he was uncertain.
"Twenty-Three counting myself…" A sinister smirk spread over that Morgan's face, its source glaringly obvious to people who'd seen Tharja regularly "Morgans, I wish I'd brought popcorn for while we watch this." There was a collective snort of humour at this.
Robin sighed, stood up, and walked to the far side of the mob of Morgans his idiotic alternate selves had gone and fathered. "All Morgans, could I ask who has the Mark of the Exalt among you? It looks like that mark on Chrom's shoulder." Two blonde boys right in front of him, the blue-haired girl and boy in the crowd of fathered Morgans, and the blue-haired leader of the mothered Morgans raised their hands. "Chrom, there are thirteen females in the Shepherds and thirteen males other than me, there are twenty-three Morgans that I fathered and twenty-two that I mothered. Do you spot the problem here? It means we're going to recruit more people… or I hope so at least, but… chances are Ill end up with one Morgan per Shepherd"
Chrom's face had gone absolutely blank from the moment he'd finished listing all the women, having already realized what they were getting at then but hoping Robin would come up with another viable reason. Then his left eye began to twitch as he put his hand on Falchion's hilt. "Robin, if they weren't the result of your alternate selves, I think Lucina would probably kill you over this. She probably wouldn't be happy about this whole debacle regardless."
Robin grimaced "Do you think I'm happy to realize I've bedded everyone in or who will be in the army in various alternate timelines and either impregnated or bore a child for them? I think we can pretty much hammer out who's whose just by looking at these kids."
Chrom still looked somewhere between unamused and total blood rage. "Yeah, have fun introducing them to the women of the army." He spun on his heel and barked at the group of Shepherds they'd brought into the ruins "Back to camp, everyone, Robin has some introductions to go through and some explaining to do!"
Yeah, Robin was fucked. Not only literally in many futures, but also proverbially in the present. Thankfully, he at least knew to keep his mouth shut about the fact that the blue-haired male Morgan leading the mothered pack was probably Chrom's son from an alternate future.
A/N: Does anyone else feel sorry for Robin?
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