"Annie!" Morgan called, racing towards him as he turned to acknowledge her.

"Yeah?" Ananias asked as he watched Morgan take a moment to catch her breath.

Morgan indicated behind her using her thumb. "Chrom wants to have a word with us in private at his tent."

Ananias raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Just us?" he asked dubiously.

Morgan simply shook her head. "There are others too, I just happened to find you first is all."

Ananias nodded his head solemnly. "I see. Okay, I'll start heading there now."

Morgan smiled triumphantly. "Great! I'll see you there!" She was about to start her search for the other Shepherds Chrom had requested her to fetch, only to stop abruptly and yelp as her eyes widened due to receiving a sudden realization. "Oh my gosh, I almost forgot!" She turned back to Ananias, who had halted his trek towards Chrom's tent and looked at her the moment he had heard the yelp escape her lips. "Chrom asked me to bring my tomes too, but I left them back at my tent! Could you get them for me Annie? They're the ones sitting on my table. You can't miss them." She closed her eyes tightly as she clasped her hands together. "Pretty please with a sugar on top?" she begged.

Ananias sighed. In all honestly, Morgan should be getting them herself, but her tent was on the way to Chrom's and, in the grand scheme of things, it really wasn't that big of a deal. Ananias nonchalantly nodded. "Sure." He dispassionately shrugged. "Why not?"

Morgan smiled brightly and gave Ananias two thumbs up. "Thanks Annie! I knew I could count on you!" She then jovially, yet hastily, resumed her errand.

Once Ananias arrived at Morgan's tent, he attempted to enter it, only for a noose to tightly wrap itself around one of his ankles and abruptly pull him up, hanging him up on a nearby tree branch, which miraculously held his body weight; and despite releasing an understandably surprised yelp, Ananias simply hung there, having quickly recomposed himself and resigned to his current fate, his face as blank and as emotionless as it usually looked. After all, he had been trapped in his own camp, with a decent amount of confused onlookers looking at him as they passed, how bad could his current predicament possibly be?

Just then, Ananias saw a familiar figure come into his line of sight and vivaciously celebrate on the success of the trap. "Yes! It worked!" Morgan cried, laughing and jumping in place. "It worked, it worked, it worked!"

"Yep, it worked all right," Ananias said indifferently.

Morgan gleefully laughed again. "How does it feel to be the one being tricked, huh?"

"Pretty bad," Ananias answered, though his expression and voice unintentionally betrayed his words. "Can I come down now? All of my blood is starting to rush to my head."

Morgan nodded contently. "Sure!" Just as she was about to start releasing him however, she stopped, looked him over, and let out a dejected sigh.

Ananias raised an eyebrow in mild surprise. "Is something wrong?" he asked.

Morgan shrugged. "I don't know, it's just…," she held her chin inquisitively, "you set my throat on fire, and all I did was trap you in a noose. It just feels like… like," she began to snap her fingers repeatedly in the hopes that it would cause the right words to come to her.

"Disproportionate retribution?" Ananias casually suggested.

Morgan nodded happily. "Yeah, that's it!"

Ananias sighed as he continued to hang upside down from his leg. In all honesty, all of the blood rushing to his head was starting to make him feel dizzy, so if Morgan wanted "proportionate retribution", all she'd have to do was wait a while, but knowing Morgan, she'd probably get no satisfaction from that. Just as when Morgan had requested for him to try and trick her, he'd be better off getting this over with as soon as possible. "So, what are you going to do about it?" he asked, and despite how usually calm and apathetic he looked and sounded, a bad feeling was beginning to nag at him.

Morgan held her chin as she considered her options. When the perfect option came to her, her face lip up considerably. "Wait here," she said, and went on her merry way to fetch what she needed.

One probably would've quipped about how they couldn't disobey even if they wanted to, but with Ananias being Ananias…. "Sure," Ananias said as he hung there, closing his eyes as he patiently awaited Morgan's return, partly to help ignore all of the strange looks he was receiving from the other Shepherds, and partly because the dizziness was slowly starting to get to him. He internally hoped that Morgan would make her retribution quick, but with Morgan being Morgan….

"I'm back!" Morgan cried in a singsong voice in order to alert Ananias of her return.

Ananias opened his eyes only for them to widen in shock and horror when he saw that Morgan had come back with a large, blunt, and sturdy piece of wood. "Morgan," Ananias said, with a small and noticeable hint of worry in his voice, "what are you doing?"

Morgan smiled proudly as she readied her "weapon". "I've read about how, in some countries, they'd hang up a decorated figure that'd look like an animal or recognizable figure filled with toys and candy a certain height and try to smash it open! It's apparently a really popular game at children's birthday parties!"

Ananias' eyes widened even further, fear evident in them, as well as in his entire face and sudden erratic movements. "Oh gods no…."

Morgan laughed maniacally. "Time for you to finally know my pain Annie!"

Morgan swung, only for Ananias to dodge it just in time by lifting his upper body up. "Morgan, please! You can't do this! Otherwise, I'd be the one with the disproportionate retribution!"

Morgan halted her second attempt to swing at Ananias to ponder on his words. "Oh," Morgan said, frowning sadly, "I guess you're right. Maybe I shouldn't." She then looked down at her weapon longingly. "But I really wanted to get back at you though." She then gasped as an alternative came to her. "Ten hits," she said.

"What?!"

Morgan nodded. "Ten hits." She then clasped her hands together and begged, "Please Annie? Ten hits is all I'd need!"

A pause. "Three hits."

"Nine hits."

"Four hits."

"Seven hits."

"Five hits."

Morgan thought it over for a moment. "Six hits and I take you out for dinner, your choice, my treat. Final offer."

A pause, then followed by an exasperated sigh. "Fine," he muttered. "Six it is."

"Yay!" Morgan cheered, jumping in place excitedly. She carefully readied her weapon as Ananias braced himself. "Don't worry Annie! I'll make this quick!"

Ananias simply shook his head in dread. "I don't think that's the main issue here."


Author's Note: Next one will be the S Support, aka the confessions and the end of the supports between Ananias and Female Morgan! So far, the order of the next characters to support with Ananias are:

Owain

Inigo

Severa

Anna

Female Robin

Male Robin

Father

Tan'bay

For anyone who doesn't know who Tan'bay is, he's one of the other OCs I created and listed in the first chapter/paralogue that could support with Ananias. He's Say'ri's future son. Special thanks to Thalmor for being the first to request an OC character! I know I haven't given you guys a lot to work with, being that all you guys know about the other OCs are small character profiles all located in the first chapter/paralogue (which can still be subject to change if I feel the need to), but still feel free to request one of them for a support! I plan to give them all stories of there own, but I've chosen to focus on one character at a time and Ananias just happens to be the first one. Is there anyone you want Ananias to support with next? Request it and make your voices heard! And remember, first come, first serve!