A/N: I don't actually like to do Harems or incest (selfcest excluded, maybe…), but does sharing with yourself count? (There are multiples of some Einherjars, namely Lyn) I mean, I'll try to marry off the Morgans that I can so… yeah. Anyhow, the reason I mention Abilities so much is because of one particular Personal Ability of Robin/Grima's: Tactician Sight. It is able to break everyone's actions down into numbers and probabilities (in other words, he sees the stats page and has mental time to plan out movements). Classes and Abilities will be "explained".

If only I should decide to bring in a mob of Robins sometime, I could have shown a version of Severa with hair colour 13 Robin as her father (Hatsune Miku much?)

I point out to you that modern amphibians are Class Lissamphibia. Lissa has a thing for attacking people with amphibians, coincidence? I think not.

Chapter 3: Identities, Perverts, and Elibe

After a brief hubbub of chatter among them the remaining Morgans and Robin turned to start at Lucina as one. The natural response was a step back along with "What are you all looking at me for?"

"Do you have any ideas as to who our parents are?" Seventeen teenagers chirped at once.

I was afraid it would come to this… I know of eleven of them, the rest… that's going to be a problem, not that Severa won't be enough of a problem when she finds out she now has two half-siblings and a son from the same man… woman… whatever. "Well… hey wait, I thought we were all angry at you, Robin, why hasn't anyone tried to give you a punch to the face yet?"

"Lucina, there are more Morgans than there are of us." Sumia chuckled for a moment, as if to herself. "You seem to have gotten the more impulsive parts of both your father and I…" Sumia smiled as Lucina facepalmed and sighed in understanding. The soft, near-identical chuckling from the gaggle of Morgans still hanging around was incredibly disturbing though…

"Well, you're probably the children of others of my generation, they came through the gateway with me, but we got separated… I'd say you're Kjelle's kid." She pointed at the heavily armoured orange-haired boy in General-class armour. "You can tell from your hair who your grandfather is, and extrapolate your grandmother from there." The Morgans' heads turned as one and looked back toward where Gaius was sucking agitatedly on a lollipop, still in shock over the fact that his son DIDN'T LIKE SWEETS. Then they looked over to Sully who was staring and gaping, having heard what Lucina had said. Lucina pointed at the male Falcon Knight (her mind refused to try to understand how this could be) with her family's blue hair and Cynthia's shoulder pauldrons "You're my nephew, Cynthia's son, although I have no idea whatsoever how you managed to get a Pegasus to accept you, they don't like the body odour of men, you know." Chrom had one his hands over his eyes as soon as Lucina said "nephew."

"Oh I know, but I suppose I don't smell like a man… must have had something to do with Dad."

"Lucina?" Chrom spoke up, still behind his hand.

"Yes, Father?"

"Why didn't you tell me you had a sister?" The King of Ylisse had slid his hand down far enough now to peer through the gaps of his fingers, though it muffled his speech.

"I didn't want to detract from the mission, and I have no idea where everyone else ended up. Perhaps we can spare time to look for them after this war with Valm is done with…"

"That's a good reason, but you should have told us anyway, we know how to prioritize properly." Chrom grumbled.

"Yes, father…Severa-Morgan, get your butt over here!" Lucina yelled as she spotted a familiar scabbard and hair colour. "Huh, I never expected Severa to get hitched with her personality."

"Was Severa a Mercenary or Myrmidon base class?" Lucina suddenly experienced the phenomenon of Cordelia breathing down her neck.

"Mercenary. Did you really think that a Myrmidon would use that sort of wide sword as her primary weapon, as fitting the scabbard?" Lucina gestured at said red sheathe.

Cordelia sighed "Ugh… I lost the bet, I suppose. Oh well… for the record, Lucina, when I trained for a while as a Myrmidon and then a Swordmaster I didn't use a Killing Edge, ever. Granted the fact that I couldn't run as fast as everyone else was a pain when training in infantry classes for their techniques, but…" She shrugged, remembering the days back when Robin had been regularly grinding his teeth in frustration while he muttered about something that sounded like "Movement -1", whatever that was.

Lucina, nodded, then turned away… and stared at the busty girl she was looking at now. Noire's child… why can't I remember Noire's father? Is it because… could it be that Noire's future is yet uncertain? But what would that mean if Noire is Robin's child? This Morgan was mothered by a Noire from a different timeline, so maybe her father would not be her grandfather too… but still, the thought disturbs me. "You are the child of Noire, with that headband and the pieces of the Blessed Bow she usually carried, there can be no other option. Tharja is your grandmother."

Noire-Morgan's reply was to look down at herself, then look over to her grinning half-sister half-aunt and very displeased-looking grandmother, then nod "Yeah, that looks about right."

Lucina grimaced, mentally unhappy with how Noire-Morgan seemed to be unconsciously rubbing her vastly superior bodily appeal in Lucina's face. She pointed out the son of the only girl she knew who was flatter than herself—Lucina-Morgan was, though flat as a plank compared to Tharja's family, beginning to bud under Robin's genetic influence so was less flat than Lucina—namely Nah-Morgan "Your mother is Nah, your grandmother is Nowi and your grandfather is Donnel." Lucina ducked on hearing a squeal and swoop of wings that soon passed over her, along with chattering of "I was right! You are my grandson!" then heard laughter from Nah-Morgan as he was hauled off by his grandmother in her dragon form before looking up. "Well, that's that for the women who came back with me… the men, well… There's my cousin Owain's kid, I think." She pointed out a male Berserker who was still watching Nowi fly around but looked over now. "That one's probably Inigo's son, Olivia's grandson…" The young man was a swordmaster and had his grandmother's pink hair, walking over to stand with his grandparents since, well, it WAS kind of obvious. "You're Brady's daughter, Maribelle's granddaughter…" The female Paladin in question looked around, then pointed at herself with an expression of surprise and Lucina nodded, Brady-Morgan shrugged acknowledgement in reply. "Gerome's son decided to be one of his father's worst enemy classes, I guess, Ranger, good choice there, he's Cherche's grandson. As for Yarne's daughter, she's the granddaughter of Panne, so class is self-explanatory. Laurent's son decided to be a Dark Knight, interesting…" She pointed them out in turn.

"What of the last few? I'm pretty sure we have Emmeryn-Morgan and Aversa-Morgan identified, but what about the others?" Robin pressed.

"Do we know any black-haired female Swordmaster who uses killing edges and wears a headband like that?" Lucina gestured at the young man "Let's call you Male-Headband-Morgan for now, and you Female-Headband-Morgan." She pointed at a girl in Swordmaster uniform with silvery hair, and the male Morgan shrugged nonchalantly while the female protested.

"How about Amatsu-Morgan, because that's the name of this sword from my father."

Lucina nodded "That works. I wouldn't know who the two darker-skinned Morgans are from, nor would I know who the green haired Manakete Morgan belongs to, or Ragnell-Morgan, I hope you don't mind that name?" The young woman smiled to indicate that yes, she didn't mind.

"You can call me tanned-Hero-Morgan, and she can be tanned-Falcon Knight-Morgan, tanned-Hero and tanned-Flier to be short." The tanned blonde girl said, and the other tanned, dark brunette girl nodded. "You can be Manakete-Morgan if you don't mind?"

The young woman shrugged "Well, I am the last manakete Morgan who hasn't gotten another designation yet…" It seemed agreements were really easy to reach when personalities were nearly identical, either that or the arguments would be ridiculous.

Robin stepped forward and forced a smile onto his face "Well, now that that's done with, we need to discuss where to find all your other parents, Lucina…" Robin frowned at the lack of a reply, then looked back over his shoulder to find Lucina-Morgan looking rather unhappy while Lucina had her arms crossed over her chest, having just shaken the younger woman off. "Lucina?"

"Oh, yes… well… I don't really know where they are." Lucina grimaced sheepishly, having been distracted when what her mind had labelled The Abomination had tried to put an arm over her shoulders.

Robin sighed "Damn it…"

After he told all the Morgans to go to sleep and slipped into the shadows next to Tharja to observe the other Shepards' responses, Robin tried very hard to act like he didn't hear Virion say "Given they're all different versions of one person, but at the same time are half-siblings or in some cases half-cousins, possibly once removed, and half-siblings, would marrying among themselves…" he trailed off to gagging from many of the others.

Robin couldn't stop himself from flinching at Vaike's blunt continuation, thanks to the blonde apparently not noticing Robin in the shadows "…be incest or masturbation? I don't know, but it would be interesting to find out… though I hope my daughter doesn't get in on it."

So say we all, Vaike, so say—or think—we all… Robin's mind was trying to get the terrible image out of his mind when a thought struck him, as was wont to happen with young, healthy men, replacing the male in the picture with himself and putting in a whole group of females taking turns with him. Then he shook his head a couple times and cleared the thought away We're in a war right now, no time to court someone anyhow, and if I've been resisting for the last two years and almost everyone's already paired up, well… Tharja please don't hug my arm, it's not helping me keep my mind clear… they're really soft wand warm and… NO. STOP, MIND!

He would soon remind himself that he was very much wrong about having no time as mustering an army and preparing for a long sea crossing was a task that took a lot of time, though it didn't take that much time for an organizer who wasn't as personally involved in the preparations. Unfortunately for Robin, he was going an organizer who wasn't going to be personally loading things onto the ships or reviewing them. Those were delegated to lower-level workers, so Robin realized he'd have a lot of time to spend dealing with forty-five children… and figure out how the hell he could turn into a woman.

The next morning however, there were more pressing concerns to deal with, since Chrom wanted to have a chat with him and Lucina regarding how the Morgans said Robin was supposed to have been possessed by Grima. They also asked the Morgans to sit in on the meeting… then simplified it to Chrom-Morgan, Lucina-Morgan and Tharja-Morgan once they realized the meeting tent was too small for the entire mass of Morgans to pack into it. They'd need to get a larger briefing/mess tent later.

"So you're saying that Robin could bring Grima back." Lucina was pacing about, knowing full well she couldn't raise a finger against Robin with the huge mob of Morgans now making up a majority of the camp.

"Yes, mother was intended to be Grima's vessel, and in some futures, including all of our initial futures, Grima did prevail over her." Chrom-Morgan said. "But we are here now after being rescued from her clutches by another version of Mother, with Father and the other Shepherds, including versions of ourselves, so we are now free, and the lost futures we came from will not occur."

Robin snorted "Of course it won't, I don't know how Grima got me," then he got more serious "but Morgan… all Morgans, and all the rest of you for that matter, PLEASE put me down if he takes over my body."

"Stop it Dad, we're all here, it's not going to happen." Lucina-Morgan grumbled as Tharja-Morgan, with an unhappy grimace matching the one her mother sometimes wore, smacked her father's shoulder with her custom spell book to remind him to stop being stupid. Every magician had a custom spell book with an arsenal of choice, but usually it was not used unless the cheaper, more commonly available tomes were unavailable and one's life was at risk.

"But if it does, we all know to do the right thing. I've served Grima while you were possessed before, I will never bow to that thing again, especially if he's defiling your body like that again." Chrom-Morgan shut his eyes and sighed.

Robin smiled, then remembered something that had sounded very unpleasant to him "Right… so how about you explain to me how I can transform into a woman?"

Chrom-Morgan shrugged "I… I don't know, I do know that some of us inherited the ability, all three manakete Morgans can do it, and I can too… might be something to do with the inheritance from dragons."

"You can switch between being a man and a woman too?" Lucina-Morgan suddenly asked "Hmm, I suppose we ARE both crosses between Naga's blessed and Grima's blood, so it makes sense that our abilities are shared…"

"Great… so how do you do it?"

"The manakete Morgans use their dragonstones to facilitate the change, but we… well we just need to focus really hard, pretty much." Both Morgans looked constipated for a brief moment before their Brand of the Exalt glowed. A soft glow washed over them and their forms changed to what seemed to be blobs of white light. The blobs shifted and re-solidified before fading back to normal colours. If Robin didn't know better, he would have thought they'd just switched places.

Then came the more embarrassing facts of such a bodily shift, which made Chrom, Robin and Lucina blush and facepalm while Sumia giggled. "Ugh, however many times I do this I still get amazed why you don't touch your breasts all the time." Chrom-Morgan said in a higher-pitched voice, matching what Lucina-Morgan usually spoke with, heaving his chest a couple times for friction.

Lucina-Morgan snorted in the voice Chrom-Morgan used to have as she adjusted her male form's posture "You're trying to tell me that you've never played around in your spare time? Don't lie, half-brother… or should I say half-me. I knew I shouldn't have worn these panties… they're a bit too small." She was tugging at the crotch of her pants.

Then the two seemed to realize there were others in the room and shut up, blushing bright red. That was what made Robin finally burst into laughter at the absurdity of it all. Once he finally calmed down, Robin took a deep breath, exhaled, and said "So, I just need to focus really hard… that I can do… let's try this."

"…This isn't working…" Robin said after twenty minutes of thinking about turning into a woman really hard (and looking very constipated, though Chrom had described it as "trying to give birth—" then he'd clutched at his just-whacked head "ouch, Sumia, that hurt!"). Sumia was, after hitting her husband for being tactless, busy talking with Lucina to get her over the idea that her mother could have been someone different. However, "given how close they are if Robin was a woman I have no doubt that she would have had first dibs on your father" was probably not the best way to go about this…

"Hmm… is there something else? Oh, yeah, right… this is gonna be kind of awkward… Uh, Dad, lean over here…" Lucina-Morgan said, back in her usual female form and blushing.

"You too?" Chrom-Morgan, still in female form and looking like Lucina-Morgan's sister, sounded dismayed.

Lucina-Morgan flushed an even deeper red "If you're thinking what I suspect you're thinking, then… yes."

"Okay, tell me." Robin said, leaning his ear close to his bluette daughter.

"…"

Robin gaped at her "You CANNOT be serious."

"…!"

Robin leaned back in shock, then finished processing the information "WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'PERVERSION IS NEEDED?' MORGAN?"

"So… all you need to be able to toggle sexes is to be of draconic descent, or maybe have Dark Magic background, and be a pervert… I wonder if Mother and I could learn…" Tharja-Morgan, as unofficial leader of the many Morgans, said "I suspect Mother would ask you to turn into a woman while she is in male form and court you that way…"

"That's not the point, Tharja-Morgan! Lucina-Morgan, what exactly do you mean thinking of perverse things you could experience using yourself as the opposite sex to your mental sex?" Robin meant that rhetorically since it sounded so… ABSURD, not to mention rather obscene.

Chrom-Morgan didn't play coy, not unlike his (her?) father, apparently. "I mean I think of touching myself in female form or using toys when I want to transform, but to revert back I don't need to."

"I feel my brain steaming at this revelation." Robin said after the two left him and the royal family standing around staring off into nothingness. They'd waved their hands in front of their faces to check for reactions, but only got a few twitches in response before they shrugged and left.

"Tell me about it." Chrom bemoaned.

"I don't know, Chrom, I think the idea of being able to turn into a man by thinking about giving my transformed self a hand-job is pretty awesome…" Sumia said slowly, shivering a bit at the thought.

"Mother are you DROOLING?"

"What?" Hurried wiping of chin ensued "Sorry… but it is kind of… Lucina, Robin, please give us a bit of time alone."

"I suspect most men would be very happy to find their wife to be a pervert." Chrom prodded at Robin, dropping hints about Tharja's stalking of him again "Can you make at least one of the Morgans legitimate? Please?" Was the last thing the Grandmaster heard before Lucina dragged his stupefied body out of her parents' tent by the back of his collar, face redder than Cordelia's hair. Unfortunately for her he started backpedalling once Sumia tackled Chrom and thus rammed into her back. If he wasn't such a great fighter, he wouldn't have instinctively prevented her from throwing him off, resulting in him slamming her into the ground front-first with what amounted to a back-to-back tackle.

"I strongly recommend you get off me right now, only you could possibly have spawned THAT many perverts." She said through gritted teeth, turning to glare over her shoulder.

"Hey, don't insult perverts, your mom…" He said while getting up, before really catching her expression "shutting up now."

"Good." She huffed and walked away, flinching slightly as she heard a feminine voice come from behind her. It was too familiar, painfully so.

"Hey, Lucina, wait up, I need someone to help me shop for clothes!" Lucina-Morgan shouted.

"TAKE CARE OF YOUR OWN SMALLCLOTHES YOU IDIOT!" The distant screech faded in a cloud of dust from Lucina running faster than she ever had before in her life as Sumia poked her bright red face out of her tent flap and looked at Robin, who was blinking from where he'd been left in the literal dust.

"She's a pervert too if that's the first thing she thought of." Robin muttered, thinking Whelp, I suppose she does have an extremely high Speed stat from what my innate Tactician Sight tells me, and Lucina-Morgan inherited similar speed she can chase Lucina with…

"Well, she is still rather young." The tactician did a double-take at the Queen's voice, then walked off with his hand splayed over his face, mumbling about inherited traits and shivering a bit. Sumia giggled to herself before moaning as her husband twitched and seemed to get even harder inside her at the idea of basically being as exhibitionistic as royals could possibly get away with. She pulled her head back into the tent and closed the flap, though her hands were still fisted in the cloth to help with balance, before looking over her shoulder. "She didn't just get it from me either if you're reacting that enthusiastically."

Chrom rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless. He had known Sumia to be a closet pervert even before they married (sex in the barracks closet was quite adventurous enough for him to know this), and had more or less encouraged it. After all, what kind of man would discourage his wife from being adventurous and interested in trying all sorts of erotic things? As for his enthusiasm… it was kind of hard being unenthusiastic if your wife was twitching in a rather orgasmic manner on you, though if it had actually been an orgasm… it had been a really long one.

(It was.)

"Stupid Father…" Lucina grumbled, kicking her bedroll, before jumping about a foot in the air and whipping out her Falchion in a defensive stance upon Robin's voice being heard nearby. After a cursory look around her tent—Tharja had surprised her several times by appearing out of shadows in Robin's general area in the past—she felt immensely stupid, as Robin had spoken from outside it.

His words had been "Your half-sister is still sulking in her tent over your stepfather seemingly joking about me marrying her to make Lucina-Morgan legitimate."

The reply was from Sumia-Morgan, one of the two half-siblings and the sort-of-daughter whose voices had been seared into Lucina's brain due to the pure shock at discovering their relations. "Well, Dad, I wouldn't be that comfortable either with the idea of you with Lucina. I think you should date Tharja or one of the other unmarried women who must have mothered the Morgans we don't have a mother for yet…"

"Well, I'm not sure, really, I'm not that interested in starting any relationship yet, especially not when I have forty-five children all of a sudden and HALF OF THEM EXPECT ME TO BE A WOMAN!"

"Whoa, calm down Dad!"

"I know, Mor… Sumia-Morgan, it's a lot to take in though. I have no idea how a father is supposed to act toward even one child, let alone twenty-three plus another twenty-two who tell me I'm their MOTHER."

"Maybe we should all be gathered together to discuss this?"

"I think I'll figure it out with time… but activities with you kids will have to be at least half a dozen or so of you at once, otherwise I'd never get anything else done."

"Too true, Dad, maybe the other Grandmaster-type Morgans can help you with the work?"

"I was considering conscripting them for it, but I wanted to give them a couple days to settle in first… What is that smell?"

"I have a feeling it was, eons ago, supposed to be dinner." There was a tone of mounting dread that Lucina detected in her half-brother's voice.

Then there was the sound of two young men running off as fast as physically possible to stop a catastrophe in the making. Lucina hoped that it didn't mean Aunt Sully decided to cook. Then another horrifying thought grasped her mind and she ran out after the two men to help them stop the Morgans, if it was the Morgans born of those two who were making the… Gods, now I know why the men noticed it and immediately ran for it. She thought as an acrid odour that promised one thousand years of pain to any unfortunate consumer entered her nose and threatened to tear said nose off as she tore the kitchen tent flap aside to find… Nope, nope, nope, not dealing with this. NOPE. She walked away.

It could at best be described as a mob of Morgans, plus Robin, all trying to get the three culprits out, but without enough space to move around properly since there were so many of them. Reacting on some instinct to the developing horror, they'd crowded into the small space before the initial few could overcome the resistance of Sully-Morgan and Kjelle-Morgan along with their mother or grandmother.

Dinner that night would eventually be prepared by the more competent cooks among the Morgans, namely Cordelia-Morgan, Tharja-Morgan, Sumia-Morgan and Noire-Morgan. After dinner, people had to hammer out sleeping arrangements and Robin had to start doing planning for what they'd have to deal with after getting back to the main port city on the west coast of Regna Ferox, incidentally commonly referred to as just "Port Ferox" due to being the main port.

A/N: The following dream by Chrom-Morgan is inspired by a Danbooru piece I saw once featuring Lyn grinning with an arrow sticking out of her skull, clearly penetrating deep enough to enter her brain. The bar under it said "4 HP".

Chrom-Morgan was having a rather, uh, interesting dream.

"What do you mean 'I got critical-ed', Mark?" A tall but fit young woman in a blue outfit, with long green hair in a ponytail that Morgan found rather abnormal for a close-combatant type like her sword suggested, stretched down to a butt that he found very appreciable… or was the correct term in this case appreciate-able? Regardless, he had a feeling he knew her from somewhere… and he had a feeling she might not appreciate him appreciating her beauty. The current version of his mother and biological father certainly hadn't appreciated him scrutinizing too closely when he arrived here in the past, though perhaps looking them over at less than arms reach was a bit creepy… interesting, I know this to be a dream, but it seems so real…

"Exactly what I said, Lyn." So that was her name? It sounded familiar, particularly coming from his lips, even though he didn't control his words…

"Mark, people don't survive an arrow that punches so far into their eye that when they pull it out part of their brain leaks out before you can shove the ruined eyeball back into the socket to plug the hole!" She sounded hysterical. "I CAN SEE OUT OF THAT EYE NOW THAT IT'S BEEN HEALED! AND THE TRAUMA OF HAVING AN ARROW STICKING OUT OF MY HEAD DIDN'T EVEN AFFECT MY AIM WITH MY OWN BOW!"

"At the time you had a bit more health than triple his attack power, I checked the matchup before I let you go finish him off and practice your archery skills, I knew you had one hundred percent hit chance and double strike on him which was guaranteed to kill him, otherwise I would sooner have died than allowed you to be in danger of dying, even though he only had a one percent critical chance. I thought I'd also be fast enough to help you deflect any blows that might even come particularly close to hitting you, I'm sorry…"

"It's okay, I told you already, sometimes stuff just happens…" She had averted her eyes while saying that, but looked back at him again "I know you see the world in numbers, Mark, but to see it work so… so mechanically, it hurts my mind, almost as much as it hurt when I saw Florina still able to fight at full efficiency somehow even when she had to HOLD HER HEAD ON WITH ONE HAND BECAUSE IT WAS ALMOST COMPLETELY CUT OFF, and all of the enemies started fleeing…" She started descending from her sudden hysteria and wrapped her arms around herself, before shifting one hand up to rub at her eyes, still disbelieving of her continued existence. "I suppose this is the power of tacticians… thank you, Mark. Without you and your power I'd be long dead by now, probably all of us would, I knew ever since Florina… but it's hitting me in the face now…"

"Aww, c'mon Lyn, don't be like that, you promised to become my peerless warrior, didn't you?" He stepped closer to her and put his arms around her shoulders, reaching up slightly to do so. She really was quite tall, about as tall as some of his taller half-sibling selves, actually.

"I hope you remember me soon, Mark." She said in a suddenly out-of-place even tone after she put her arms around him too.

"What?" He said, speaking consciously for the first time in this dream that she seemed to be suggesting to be some sort of memory.

"Take your time, Mark, you'll remember me someday, and we can be together again." She pulled back a bit, before leaning down slightly and kissing him.

He was suddenly re-introduced to the inside of his tent by an incredibly obnoxious-sounding "Stop smooching your pillow, brother-self, if you're pent-up go ask Tharja-Morgan to lend you an eyeful or something… I wonder how our parents would react if we all decided to go fuck ourselves…" Chrom-Morgan facepalmed at his sister/niece/self's wording, thinking Really, Lucina-Morgan, you might as well say something like "Ooh, pretty butterflies" and run off all the time with the tangents you make… "Hey wait, were you suggesting before that tangent that I ask Tharja-Morgan to show off her body for me because you're still bitter over her curves?"

"I hope Dad never re-specs us as any bow-wielding class, or we'd intentionally miss the point so often it would be absolutely retarded." Lucina-Morgan said after a moment of staring at him.

"Hah, Second Seals only give you as basic grasp of weapons and movements for given styles of fighting, the possibilities of which differ depending on the person, Lucina-Morgan, you know that. It doesn't make us forget what we've already learnt, which is why just about all our fliers can use bows, though they still don't match the rate of fire and skill that Uncle Virion has, or spells."

"Aunt Cherche can use bows?"

"Not yet, we haven't found a class she's inherently compatible with that can use bows, so for her to learn would take many months instead of getting the basics down within a few seconds, but she trained enough as a War Cleric and then Sage 'class' that she can use minor magic now even without the magic-amplifying outfits and equipment, just like how Dad can use every weapon without changing out of his Grandmaster garb. Even Uncle Frederick, who's totally terrible at magic, can cast a few minor spells now even without amplifying gear." Frederick had been spotted practicing a Wind tome on clearing out pebbles from the road surface earlier (admittedly since he for some reason seemed to have the inherent magical aptitude of a particularly intelligent rock it seemed to take quite a bit of effort), and Cherche had been seen using a Fire Tome as some sort of flame cutter on the firewood, cutting it up and igniting it in the same chopping motion of her hand launching an arc of incandescent air. When the kids had swarmed her and asked about it she had claimed she visualized magic best as the axes she was most familiar with instead of simply casting, which unfortunately meant she was best at magic at close ranges to bypass defensive blocks instead of wrecking face from afar, and her preferred weapon, the axe, was already more than enough to break most blocks.

"Must have been a challenge getting enough experience for Cherche and Frederick's magic to grow as much as it did, then, because I get the feeling they're both inherently absolutely terrible at it…" Chrom-Morgan mused as his half-sibling-self bustled around the tent. His mind came back to what he was thinking about soon enough, which was why do the names of Lyn and Mark seem so familiar?

…

"HOLY SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT BEING THE TACTICIAN OF ELIBE!" While not altogether correct, the conclusion DID manage to wake up the rest of the camp who weren't early risers like Lucina, Lucina-Morgan, Cordelia and a few others.

Chrom-Morgan was especially disturbed at his mother in male form barging in literally salivating with her/his personal spell/notebook flipped open and a pen in hand shouting "I WANT AN AUTOGRAPH" before they managed to calm him down via forceful application of Lucina's Falchion scabbard to his head.

"This wound resembles that inflicted by an anaesthetic bat, commonly used to subdue particularly unruly patients." Lissa had pronounced with a giggle at her own joke after inspecting the injury. "It's why our healing staves come with a knob on the opposite end from the energy storage bulb."

OMAKE (translation: what I highly suspect the not so distant future will look like)

"Ugh…" Grima-Robin rested his head on the desk next to his clutched tankard (goblets were too small for this occasion) of wine. Robin himself was too tired to even complain from the night the two males had spent jumping between rooftops trying to keep eyes on their twenty-three daughters, which had included some unpleasant experiences involving tomes being applied to faces via hurling and falling from the windows they'd been perched on to the ground below as a result. Even the gigantic dragon-form portion of them, linked to their minds more or less, that usually hovered near Ylisstol these days had come down and folded up its wings to rest from the strenuous activity of keeping one eye on each couple the two human forms hadn't been able to watch. Six independently traversable eyes just wasn't quite enough… "When I quit my job of being the big bad and stopped trying to teach humans the power of unity, I did not expect this even less pleasant job."

"Tell me about it, I don't think I've had a decent night's sleep since my forty-five kids all popped up in the Ruins of Time." Robin groaned.

"If I'd known you'd get into this sort of thing I'd never have tried to possess this Robin, and right now he's taking a nap in this head because he wanted to be a lazy bum about making sure none of our daughters get molested."

"Hey, I still have a bump on my head from Ragnell-Morgan panicking and whacking me with the pommel when I tried to stop her from taking it all the way with her lover. I mean she apologized and all, but I don't think any of our daughters are actually going to get molested. We'd be lucky not to have to bail them out from sexually assaulting their men!" Robin wasn't sure if it was the same fatigue that had his alternate-future-returned counterpart's eyes totally bloodshot or the drink that was getting to him, but…

Chrom would find the two in the royal cellar clutching each other and bemoaning that Robin was too young to be a grandfather. Both would be ASLEEP while muttering about this.

A/N: In other news, I'd like to say to the guy complaining that everyone sounded like a less troll Miriel that that's mostly because I sound/think like a less troll Miriel. Note that there are 47 marriageable candidates, 35 parent generation (not counting Avatar) and 12 children (you can't marry Morgan, or there would be a line that's "You ARE your father, Morgan.") which means 45 Morgans to be realistic with respect to Gangrel and Walhart (Chrom and Say'ri would have put their heads out on pikes). NO Morgans for them, sorry, readers, but this is one thing I will stay adamant on. I also doubt any Morgan would be too scared of Grima, maybe try to exorcize him without killing that Robin, but that's about it. The fact that we're highly likely to end up with Two Grimas and a Robin all whining to each other over drinks about how hard it is to keep an eye on 24 daughters (even totalled they only have 18 eyes) doesn't help make him scarier.

A few forecasted chapter titles and/or contents to be used in this fic: a) Struggle for Existence—the Morgans of yet-unattached Shepherds have a "disagreement" over who will be born in this timeline. b) The Lyn-Ching—the two Lyns duke it out over who gets possession of the Morgan they knew as Mark, buying customized equipment from Anna-Morgan to do it.

Update pace for this fic is EXTREMELY slow, only when I'm really bored of working on others, pretty much. However, chapters do tend to end up being reviewed many times before posting as a result.

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