Notes: This is the last chapter of this story. I wanted to thank all the favoriters and followers, and reviewers and requesters! I had a good time writing these stories, but you all made it so awesome and worthwhile! :D Thank you all so much!

Stats: 2500 words for GangrelEmmeryn, 500 RobinTiki, 1500 Einherjar set MarthRobin, 500 Lon'quRobin, 500 ChromSumia, and 500 RobinMorgan. And you still have all of today to submit your request of any pairing you want me to write about.

Morgan had almost ran out of camp and into the wilderness, his vision blurry with tears, when Lucina stopped him. The young tactician wiped his eyes with his sleeves, then met his half-sister's gaze. She didn't know of their relationship, but she seemed to suspect his mother and their father had something going on between them. He wished to ease her fears as he might never be born, tell her he was very glad to have met her this time around...

"Whenever I see you, you have a different hair color," Lucina said with a kind smile, ruffling his still lavender hair.

Morgan shrugged, "I should probably wash the dye off already. Care to join me?"

The sibling pair walked to the men's bathing tent, and he went in to wash his hair while she waited outside. As he toweled it dry, he looked at a mirror; he had Robin's eyes and Chrom's hair, and if he had been parading around camp like that, everyone would have noticed. Hence the dyes instead of keeping his hood up, with the added effect of throwing his mother into a panic during the game whenever he switched...

Morgan sighed, feeling sad and guilty, stepping out of the tent. "Sorry to keep you waiting."

"I didn't know you had blue hair as well," Lucina commented as she saw him, "that's a funny coincidence." Oh, if she just knew... "And, Morgan? I know you may not want to talk about it, but why were you crying earlier?"

He looked up at her, seeing concern in her eyes. "I hurt my mother," he admitted, "and I would understand it if she doesn't have me in this timeline, I don't deserve it."

She gasped. "Morgan! You can't be thinking something like that! I'm sure we both can talk with her and fix things together. Don't beat yourself down, I will help you!"

And with that, she took his hand and started marching in the direction of Robin's tent. As they went, though, they noticed everyone else in camp was sneaking in that direction too, whispering and smirking and giggling as they hurried along. The half-siblings exchanged perplexed looks. What had happened?

Once they were close enough, though, they wished they hadn't approached at all. All the Shepherds were gathered around the head tactician's tent, from which they could hear some extremely loud moans of pleasure. Lucina froze in shock. Morgan felt... Morgan couldn't...

Dear Naga, he knew those were his parents! They were going to get caught if he didn't... "H-hey! N-nothing to s-see here! Move along!" he yelled.

The adults just kept speculating, "Who is in there with the tactician?", even as the moans abruptly ended due to Morgan's own loudness.

"What is going...! Oh," his mother's demand died off as she peeked outside, looking disheveled, and found an audience.

His father wasn't smart enough to stay inside, "Why is everyone out here?"

Lucina shrieked in absolute horror, as the Shepherds lewdly whistled at the spectacle.