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A/N: Hi, everybody! This series of one-shots is actually a list of side-stories that will be part of another fic I will be attempting to write. In this chapter, we will be going over DLC Pr. Marth and Chrom's support, assuming Marth is recruited after Chapter 5.

Summary: This fic features one-shot C to A supports (and maybe S) between Einherjars, Einherjars and live people, or DLC Phantoms and Spotpass Einherjars. In this fic, DLC phantoms are not copies, but the original soul of the hero locked in the cards by Naga. Spotpass Einherjars will not S support with DLC Phantoms, as that logically will not make sense.

=DLC Prince Marth and Chrom=

SUPPORT C

It had been a few days after the Shepherd's first visit to the Outrealms. After helping the old lecher, Old Hubba, they were rewarded with a new ally, a supposed copy of Prince Marth in his younger days before he fought in what historians dubbed as the era of the Shadow Dragon. Hubba told Chrom that the Einherjars were simply reflections of the heroes and they would lose their memories of the outside world once they were recalled into their cards once more. Chrom wandered around the camp, deep in thought. He asked himself, "Is Hubba not mistaken? Could Marth be more than just a copy?"

However, Marth was nearby and interrupted his thoughts with a greeting. "Good even, Prince Chrom of Ylisse. How fares you?" Needless to say, Chrom was taken aback rather quickly, jumping a foot into the air as Marth watched silently.

Chrom slowly maintained his composure and smiled back at Marth. "I'm fine, Prince Marth." He was then struck upon an opportunity to test Old Hubba's theory. Chrom thought 'Maybe… if I ask Marth a question that referred to a time before we received him…' Chrom then asked, "I am curious, Prince Marth, what you did before you met us."

Marth frowned. It seemed as if the blue haze surrounding him disappeared for a moment. A minute later he replied, "It's all a haze. I remember the one named Old Hubba chatting with me, though I did not respond. He was accompanied by a strange lady named Beatrice. I remember chatting to my friends. I also remember fighting alongside you and two other warriors, one with hair of dark blue hue and the other with green hair." Marth admitted slowly before asking, "Why do you ask?"

Chrom was taken aback by Marth's memory. 'Perhaps Old Hubba was wrong. But he was right for the other Einherjar. Something's not right." Chrom looked tense, before realizing Marth asked a question, one Chrom didn't want to answer. "Oh… um…" Chrom stuttered for a moment. "I was just curious. Now… if you don't mind, I beg your leave. I need to discuss matters with Robin."

Now left alone, Marth could only stare in confusion, before muttering, "This does not bode well."

SUPPORT B

Several days later, Marth approached Chrom who was sitting down in his study, looking slightly peeved. "Prince Chrom. I was wondering if you could help me with a question." Marth sensed Chrom tense, but incline his head, so continued. "Over the past few days, people have been taking a notice to me more. The one named Lissa asked me for an" he paused for a moment, "autograph, after exclaiming that they got the real deal once I signed her book. What do you think she meant?"

Chrom knew what Lissa meant and cursed silently before saying, "I believe it's best if you ask Lissa. Though she is excitable and everything. Maybe she's happy you're part of the team, Hero-King." He said, emphasizing Marth's title slightly, causing Marth to frown.

Marth replied by sitting down in an empty chair to face Chrom. "I believe we both know you are hiding something from me. I recall during our battle against those female" he paused again "Einherjar, was what Old Hubba called them. You asked me if I knew what I was. Not who I was. Meaning that you were under the impression that I am not a human."

Chrom sighed. "Looks like the jig's up. You are an Einherjar, honored ancestor. Though you act like the real Marth, I initially could not believe that you were him."

Marth's eyes widened before cutting Chrom off. "I'm sorry, Chrom. But I need to think about what I have just learned. I beg your leave." He then exited the tent before Chrom could call him back.

Chrom bit his lip. "He didn't even listen to the second half of what I was going to say."

SUPPORT A: Accessible only Chapter 8

A day later, Chrom was able to catch Marth. "Hey!" he called out, before putting his hand on Marth's shoulder to make sure Marth couldn't evade him. "You've been evading me." Marth slumped and turned to face him. Chrom continued. "You didn't listen to the second half of my confession. After thinking it over with Miriel, our resident scholar, she came to the conclusion that you are indeed the real Marth… well the soul anyway, though your body is granted by the magic of the card." Upon seeing Marth smile in relief, Chrom continued. "You aren't a Einherjar. You're my ancestor, the Hero-King Marth." Chrom said, smiling.

Marth smiled and nodded. "Thank you, Chrom. This puts my mind at ease, and I suppose it explains why a pair of maidens were following me for the last few hours. Though I believe after this war is over, there is nothing else left for me." He said sadly

Chrom looked surprised. "A pair? I only told Miriel. Well, nonetheless, what you said is false. You'll always have a home with me and Lissa. After all, it used to be yours." Upon seeing Marth's face brighten, Chrom continued. "Your wife, Caeda, kept your room locked. She left an insignia that said only you could open it, and just you. No Einherjar of you could."

Marth smiled and chuckled. "Oh, I never expected that from Caeda. I look forward to it. Thanks, Chrom."

Chrom nodded and smiled back, before asking, "So… are you going to pursue any romantic relationships in the future, honored ancestor?" He hid a laugh as he saw Marth's face contort into something of worry and shyness as Marth struggled to respond.