Sillies

Because sometimes G2G just needs to blow off steam somehow

Morgan glanced down from her Wyvern as the risen under her command marched towards the Resistance's lines. Even if they were reinforced by those arrivals from the Outrealm gate, there was no way that they could resist.

A screaming Lucina was held back by a copy of herself, Falchion waving at Robin's face.

"YOU! YOU DID THIS!"

"No, well yes, but...well...no." Robin frowned in concentration. "...frigging Time Travel...okay, a future version of myself from an alternate timeline had a set of choices that led towards a negative outcome, which you were exposed to."
"Yeah, on a scale of one to You Fucked Up, Robin...You fucked up." Sully grumbled.
"Leading the legions of the damned as the incarnation of an evil demon dragon might be the single worst thing I could possibly do, yes." Robin admitted. "Lucina, could you let yourself go?"

His Lucina glanced at him, before complying. The Other Lucina glared at Robin, pulling herself up straight.

"You killed my father."
"It wasn't me." Robin groaned. "Your father was killed by a version of me. We literally JUST went over this-"
"Father! They're getting closer!" Morgan shouted from outside. "...also, I think I turn evil because I'm kind of riding a big black wyvern and coming right for us."

Robin blinked.

"Wait, what?"

Morgan's wyvern swooped down at their lines, shrieking.
"I will do as my father said." She whispered, streaking towards Chrom. "I will do as my father said."

Her axe met Falchion in a burst of sparks. Chrom's eyes widened in surprise as he caught a look at her face. "Morgan? How are you even born-?"

...Father never said I couldn't answer questions.

"Father found me. He said I was from the future. He said I forgot. He took me in. He protected me. I have to do what father said." She chanted to herself. Chrom's eyes hardened.

"That man is not your father-"
"LIAR!"
Morgan threw towards him, her axe smashing into Falchion with enough force to send Chrom flying backwards. "I REMEMBER HIM! HE'S MY FATHER! HE'S ALL I REMEMBER!"

"MORGAN."

Morgan turned to face the two Lucina's that had just walked out of the keep to confront her. The one from this timeline made to lunge forwards, only for the other one to hold her back. Morgan glared at the one who had shouted.

"You."

"Morgan..." Lucina said stiffly. "I am your mother. Get the hell off that wyvern."

The Alternate Lucina's jaw dropped as she turned to face herself. "...you have got to be kidding."

Morgan blinked. "...no way."

"Morgan...GET INSIDE. NOW." Lucina hissed. Morgan raised her axe uncertainly, but after double-checking Lucina's glare she decided that was a bad idea.

"...yes, mother."

She got off the wyvern and sulkily walked inside. The Alternate Lucina stood, stupefied, as Robin wandered over from the other side of the battlefield.

"Your mother voice is terrifying." He commented with a grin. Lucina smiled.
"It worked, didn't it? Come on, let's go fix her."
As they left hand in hand, the Alternate Lucina stood there for a few more seconds until Alternate Cynthia slowly asked if she was okay.

"...I think I'm going to be sick."

A/N: Not my best effort, but this idea came up while talking to people in the anime club and it was pretty hilarious, although there's not much to do with it. Asleep and TMN will both update on Sunday, although not necessarily with the second half of the wedding chapter (500/5000 words, yeah that's not getting done in a day).