This is technically the last full dump, since one of the requests warranted an entire chapter. So the last one I do in this chapter might be a bit too "inside baseball" (Not everyone will know what I'm talking about.) Hopefully you find it funny, regardless.

Who did Morgan inherit her sex drive from?

"Oh, Lucina, totally." Robin replied.

"I'm sorry, what?" The princess replied. "I would think it came from the more obnoxious of the two of us. She's as overt about it as you are about, well, everything else."

"Yeah, I'm not gonna deny that she got the obviousness from me." Robin agreed. "But she got the initial drive from you. You're the definition of a nice girl who just got the opportunity to misbehave."

"And what does that mean?" Lucina asked.

"It means, when things get steamy, you get very enthusiastic." Robin replied, smirking at Lucina's red face.

"So that's something I didn't need to hear." Chrom said. "And both of you are wrong. She got it from Sumia."

"Really?" Robin asked.

"Just trust me on this." The prince replied.

"Oh, I would think she got it from me." Aversa cooed.

"Aversa, we aren't blood-related." Robin said.

"She still needs a good role-model in her life!" Aversa exclaimed. "Especially since she inherited her mother's...assets."

"...I didn't stab her at the wedding, so can I stab her now?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because you love me."

"...Fine. But I get to next time."

"Of course. Big Brother can only do so much."

What exactly happened between Owain and Tharja?

"Nothing bad." Tharja replied. "I just put him through a combination of torture and hypnotism, and gave him a few code words to control his emotions if he ever hurts my little girl."

"Wait, what?" Owain asked, horrified.

"Plump Parakeet."

"Hello, Tharja!" Owain exclaimed happily. "How are you today?"

"He's completely under my control." She said. "If I want grandchildren, I just say 'Voluptuous Vestment.'"

"O-Owain!" Noire exclaimed, face bright red as the swordsman began to nibble on her neck. "W-w-w-what are you-?"

"And if I want the opposite, I say 'Yaoi Yak.'"

"I wonder what Inigo is up to." Owain said, pulling away from the still embarrassed Noire.

"I have a small list right here, with different commands for every occasion." Tharja said.

"M-mother?" Noire asked, nervously. "Do you mind if I…?"

"Here's a copy, dear." Tharja said, handing her daughter a piece of paper. "Try to go easy on the poor boy. I have a hunch I know which one you'll be using the most."

"I will, Mother." She replied cheerily.

Chrom and Priam arguing!

"You think you're better just because yours is bigger? It about skill!"

"I agree with you, Chrom, but I'll have you know that I know exactly how to use mine, size and all!"

"I bet it gets stuck all the time, right? You have trouble pulling it out?"

"You bet I do! It's much better than just sliding in and out without them even noticing!"

"A lot of people prefer it that way."

"Not Emmeryn."

"Emmeryn always complimented me on how I did it…"

"...What?"

"Yeah! I tried to show her how to do it a few times, but she never really got into it."

"..."

"So most of the time she would just watch me?"

"That's sick!"

"Why? It's her heritage, too."

"I heard rumors, but I always thought they were baseless!"

"I'm surprised you didn't already know? Didn't you ever let her hold your sword?"

"Well, yeah! The weird thing is that you have, too!"

"She asked me, and I didn't think it was a big deal. Is this one of your 'warrior pride' things?"

"No! It's sick!"

"Are you overprotective of it because you got it from Ike?"

"...Wait, when you say 'sword,' are you talking about your weapon?"

"Yeah. What did you think I was talking about?"

"...Don't worry about it. Let's just forget we had this conversation."

"Priam? Priam? Where are you going? What were you talking about? Priam? Priam!"

A Crossover with your Borderlands story! (Slight spoilers to that story, if you want to read it. I would say up to Chapter 19)

"So let me get this straight." Robin said. "You're that annoying robot mascot, but you're a human now?"

"Yup!" Claptrap replied. "It's really fun! And weirdly emotional!"

"Right." Robin said. "And you also happen to be super-overpowered, but those powers only come in after you die?"

"Yes!"

"And you still have the annoying personality?"

"I've become self-aware enough to admit that."

"On a planet full of crazy people who would kill you for the smallest of reasons?"

"Yup! It's just like when I was a robot,! Only, instead of leaking after getting shot, I die and go murder crazy on the bad guys!"

"...Get out of my story."

"But this one's popular! And you have a bunch of hot chicks roaming around! You gotta hook me up with one of them! You just have to make me stand near one of them during battles, right?"

"...I'm not going to dignify that with an answer." Robin said. "And, for that matter, all of them are married! And (judging by that spoiler warning on the top there) don't you have a girlfriend or something?"

"What spoiler warning?"

"No, you're not suppose to hear that part."

"Why? You said it."

"Well, I was talking to the-Look, never mind that! Just leave!"

"...Is this one of those 'you tell me to leave, but I pop up from time to time' things, or-"

"NOW."

"Fine! Fine! Sheesh!" Claptrap walked out of the room. "What crawled up your butt and died?" He left the office.

A minute later, he came back. "How did I get here?" He asked.

"I don't know. The outrealms are usually a good idea." Robin replied.

"Cool." Claptrap left again.

He came back five minutes later.

"Oh, Naga! What now?" Robin asked, annoyed.

"So I ran into that blue-headed dude." Claptrap said. "We talked for a bit, and I think I now a part of some animal herding thing. Who was he?"

"...Dammit, Chrom."

The best thing about doing all these prompts was being able to build up Morgan's character. She was originally going to tie everything into being a great tactician, just like Robin, but I like the direction she's taken.

I don't know why, but I think that, once you get past Tharja's spooky exterior, she talks a bit like a grandmother.

I haven't made as many dick jokes as I thought I should have. This should hopefully remedy that.

If you're not one of the, I'll say, ten people who read both this story and my other long-running story "Wayward Son: The Claptrap Story," then that last one probably confused you. In order to make it more accessible to people unfamiliar to Borderlands, I mainly just had Claptrap's personality support him here, as opposed to any references to the series. I might flip this around at some point and cross it over the other way, but I don't really know when or how that would turn out.

Up next: Laurent! (Normal version, not FSP)