Author's Note: A bit different from my usual stories. This one is just pure fluff. This will just be a series of one shots between Morgan and his family. I will update from time to time. I hope you guys enjoy, thank you for reading!

"Oh, please, Mother. You have to move faster. I can't wait any longer!"

She chuckled. "Patience, Morgan. I'm almost done preparing things. You'll become a Grandmaster in just a matter of minutes."

Just saying the word, "Grandmaster", seemed to trigger him and he began to fidget in his place. The entire time she was preparing the master seal, he was practically jumping around the tent, unable to keep his excitement in check. Normally, she would have scolded him for his behavior, but...she let this one slide. He had every reason to be this energetic, it was an exciting experience for him. His long journey to becoming just like his mother, was now just a bit shorter.

"Mother, where's Father? He promised he would be here," questioned Morgan.

"Give him some time, Morgan. We haven't even begun, and we just got here a few minutes ago. He wouldn't miss this for the world," she answered him.

"I can't wait to see his face when I get promoted. I'll get strong, just like him!"

She smiled to herself at his comment. Since Morgan didn't have any memories of his father, he had been trying to win his affection and praise. Even when she told him that his father already loved him, he just shook his head and said, "No way. I've got to make Father proud. I need to show him that just because I don't remember him, doesn't mean that I don't care about him. I'll become strong, just like him!" Morgan was too hard on himself. But she could imagine why. Having a world renowned master tactician as a mother, and a champion swordsman of Regna Ferox as a father, could prove to difficult escape from living in their shadow. But he was shamelessly self-driven, so she had no doubts he would achieve great things.

The preparation for promoting a class was long and tedious. She held a special tome in hand that dictated the process of making the master seal work. Normally, an hour long process, was a few minutes long for her, she had read the book front to back, multiple times. Plus, throughout her career as a tactician she had promoted and reclassed many units. With some muttered words and a flick of her wrist, the master seal hummed with life. It had a light glow to it, and just holding it in her hands she could feel the power radiating it from it. From behind her she heard the tent flap open, it was her husband, Lon'qu.

"Ah, Father, you made it!" Exclaimed Morgan.

"Of course. I need to see this moment for myself, " Lon'qu said as he ruffled Morgan's head. He passed by him and stood by her side. He glanced at her for a second, and returned his gaze back at Morgan.

"Well, now that everything is ready and everyone is here as well. Are you ready, Morgan?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "I was born ready."

With the master seal and grandmaster clothing in her arms, she handed both objects to him.

"Now, with one hand hold the clothing and in the other, hold the master seal," she said, guiding him through the process.

He did what he was told and held the master seal tightly in one hand, fascinated by the object.

"Now, close your eyes. This will need concentration on your part." He closed his eyes shut and emptied his mind of everything, only concentrating on the sound of her voice. After he cleared his mind, she continued, "Think really hard on what you want. Imagine yourself as that class, and think about fighting as one. Once you have fully immersed yourself in the thought, throw the master seal up in the air."

He opened one of his eyes, and looked at her with concern, "I just... throw it up in the air?" He said, doubt in his tone.

She nodded affirmatively. "Just throw it up in the air. Don't worry, trust me."

With his confidence regained, he closed his eyes shut once again. He thought really hard on what he wanted most. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time, he wanted this so badly. With his final last thoughts inside his mind, and a silent, "please work," he threw the master seal up in the air.

As it reached the peak of its flight, it began to palpitate. It spinned in mid-air slowly, until it began to pick up speed. When its power was at its full potential, it emitted a strong beam of light onto Morgan. The light it gave off completely engulfed the tent in its radiance. After a few seconds of everyone keeping their eyes shut from the overwhelming rays of light, Morgan was the first to open them. He gasped in shock and awe as he saw that he was wearing the Grandmaster clothing, his old tactician gear neatly folded at his feet. The seal had worked.

When he finally processed what just happened, Morgan smiled wider than he ever had and pumped his fist in the air and whooped in victory. He scanned himself over and over again, pinching himself on his arm as though this was just a dream. The cloak fit snuggly on him, the gold embezzled on the fabric gave him a regal, almost shimmering look to him. Both Robin and Lon'qu had smiles on their faces, as they watched their son's display.

"Would you look at that. You look so handsome and mature in that armor, Morgan," stated Robin.

"You think so, Mother?"

"I know so, Morgan," she reaffirmed him. "Heh, you certainly look more like me in that." Looking at her son in the Grandmaster armor swelled her up with pride. But then pride turned into something else. It was a strange feeling, that overcame her. A myriad of emotions passed through her, that only fueled confusion. When she blinked, she surprised herself. Tears leaked out of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. Sadness. That's what she felt.

"Mother...are you crying? Did I do something wrong?"

She shook her head as tears continued to roll down her cheeks. "N-No, it's just," she hiccupped, "I'm just so proud of you." She smiled gently at him, but then frowned. Her facade was breaking. She trembled and struggled to keep her cool. "Oh, gods," she croaked. She cupped her face and sobbed into her hands. The sudden loud cries startled both Lon'qu and Morgan. Lon'qu rushed to her side and put his arm around her, trying his best to comfort her. "Please, Robin, cease this crying, it is...uncomfortable to watch."

"I-I'm t-trying," she stammered back, but her cries only grew in volume.

Watching his mother in this state, Morgan felt tears welling up in his eyes as well. His lower lip trembled and he began to shake, trying to hold back a sob. Finally, at the very ends of his limit, he burst into tears. "Mother!" He cried out, pulling both his mother and father into a tight hug.

"N-Not you too, Morgan," Lon'qu said nervously. He was not used to having to comfort people, even his own family. Watching both his son and wife cry gave him a sense of uneasiness. He continued to pat both of their backs awkwardly and hugged them even tighter, wanting them to return to their usual cheerful selves. After what seemed an eternity, their sobs were finally reduced to whimpers and sniffles. He sighed in relief.

Robin pulled back to get a good look at Morgan. He was a perfect combination of both Lon'qu and her. He looked just like him, and he had her personality and view of thinking. She gave him a loving smile and laughed. He too chuckled as well, and gave a smile so bright, that the light the master seal gave off was dull in comparison. They all untangled themselves from one another and composed themselves, a comforting silence between them all.

It was Lon'qu to break it first. "You look like a true warrior, Morgan. I'm looking forward to our next training session. We'll see who turns out to be the victor."

"You bet, Father. One of these days, I'll beat you," he said confidently.

"Hmph, we'll see about that."

"You know what would be great? Showing off the others your new class. I'm sure they'd share the same excitement as well," suggested Robin.

Morgan's puffy red eyes, widened at the idea. "That's a great idea, Mother. Amazing as always. Oh man, wait till the others see me. I can show Nah, Cynthia, Lucina, Inigo, Owain's going to be so jealous and-" Morgan blushed, "and Noire too...I wonder what she'll think."

Noticing her son's loving expression and pink cheeks, Robin knew what was up. "Noire, huh. Does my little Morgan have a crush?" She said teasingly.

His face burned up in embarrassment, and shook his hands and head in denial. "N-No, I-I don't like her. I-I swear."

She chuckled in amusement. "My, with that expression, you're practically your father. "

Lon'qu sputtered in embarrassment as his own face turned red as well. "Woman," he growled.

She gave him a devious look, "Perhaps you should ask your father for advice on women, he's a real ladies man." He looked at her and glared. She merely waved it off.

"Haha, wow that's great. But, I really need to get going now."

"Oh? You don't want any advice from your parents. This is your first crush," she pestered on.

"I'm fine, Mother!" He said quickly. "I-I'll be leaving now, alright? Thank you both so much, but I need to leave before you ask any questions. A great tactician knows when he must retreat, so good-bye!" And he sped away.

"Wait, Morgan! But a tactician only retreats when he knows he'll lose!" She shouted at him. She smirked, it seemed as though she was right about Morgan's feelings towards Noire. She would have a talk with him later, he can't avoid her for so long.

Now it was just the two of them alone. Lon'qu faced her and glared at her once again. "I told you not to joke about my aversion to women. Especially in front of Morgan."

She rolled her eyes at him, "Oh, come on. You know I'm just kidding.I'm sorry if I offended you." She took a step forward and looked him straight in the eye. "You know I love you, right?"

Her words made his cheeks turn pink again. He looked away embarrassed. "D-Don't say that out loud...but I love you too."

She smiled at him and pulled him into a hug. He reciprocated the embrace as well, relishing in the action.

She sighed, "He grew up much too quickly, it's almost frightening."

"Indeed. He's trying to catch up as quickly as possible."

"A little too quick," she added.

Slumping her shoulders in defeat, she accepted the fact that Morgan was not a child. He was a grown, young man now. Even if she did still think it was too soon. But all in all, it didn't matter. She was just glad that she created another happy memory for him. So when both of his parents were long gone, he could reverie back, and remember this special moment.