The name 'Robin of Ylisse' was one that was renown throughout the land. He was the genius tactician who had came out of nowhere and led the mighty Shepherds to victory against the armies of Plegia — all without a single casualty under his command. He was a peerless leader and a loyal friend to all. One would think that such a person would have been prepared for practically anything. But never in a million years did Robin of Ylisse ever think he would find himself in a situation such as this.

The atmosphere that permeated the air of the command tent was absolutely stifling as the white-haired man gazed at the faces surrounding him. Some faces he recognized quite well, while others were completely foreign to him. On some of these faces were looks of glee while on others there were deep-set scowls.

"Well now, Robin…" The look Sully gave him was absolutely terrifying. "Care to explain?"

"I'd like an explanation as well," Cordelia spoke up. She refused to make eye contact with him however, her face glowing even brighter than her hair.

"Hehehehe…" Tharja quietly giggled to herself. "I did it. We'll be together forever; even if there will be... others..."

Robin shuddered slightly before glancing at Miriel, Panne and Nowi, all looking significantly more composed than the other three or even happy in the manakete's case.

Completely unprepared for such a situation, he sent a pleading look to Chrom, but the prince merely turned away from him, his entire body shaking with barely suppressed laughter. Beside him, Lissa was no better, simply throwing him a cheeky grin. And standing off to the side, the ever-vigilant Frederick was staring at him with a glare that clearly read 'What mess have you gotten into now?'

'Damn it all!' the tactician thought furiously as he glanced at the seven unknown individuals also present in the tent. 'How did this even happen?!'

It had all started after the ambush at Carrion Isle. Chrom had been attacked by a Risen assassin, only for the mysterious Marth to come charging in to save him at the last second. And although her sudden presence had been very fortunate, there had been just one, tiny problem with the situation.

"That… That's the brand of the Exalt…" Chrom murmured as he stared into the eyes of the girl before him. "But… that means you're…"

Slowly, his eyes widened to the size of saucers. "Lucina…" he breathed. The man's gaze drifted down to the sword at her hip and he smiled ruefully. "You… You deserved better from me than one sword and a world of troubles. I'm sorry."

The girl clenched her eyes shut as tears began streaming down her face. "Oh… Father…!"

"It's alright," Chrom whispered, brushing her tears away. "I'm here."

"Father!" Lucina cried out, throwing her arms around him, sobbing into his chest as he quietly patted her hair.

From the edge of the clearing, Robin watched this with a single eyebrow raised. He'd hung back out of respect for their privacy and hadn't heard the conversation but he certainly hadn't been expecting this to happen. The tactician frowned deeply at his lord.

'Chrom should know better than this.' He thought with a disappointed sigh. 'He's got a wife and child waiting back in Ylisstol. He should at least try and be more discrete. Her Highness will be furious if she catches wind of this.'

Scowling slightly, Robin opened his mouth to make his presence known and give the prince a stern talking to.

"Oh, hell no!" The white-haired man blinked. Had his voice always been that feminine? "You were the one that said not to interfere in the first place and now you're crying in your old man's arms?!"

Ah, that hadn't been him, then. Robin took a moment to let out a relieved sigh before immediately frowning. If it hadn't been him who'd spoken, then who had?

"S-Severa, wait!" Lucina exclaimed. She quickly broke away from her father as a twin-tailed, white-haired girl came stomping out from the tree line. "I'm sorry, I—"

"Sorry doesn't fix everything!" The other girl snapped. "Do you have any idea how much I've wanted to reveal myself to my father? For two years, I restrained myself to follow your orders, but then you go breaking your own rule at the first chance you get?!"

"This is hardly fair, Luce." A heavily armored girl strode out after her. Like the twin-tailed girl, her hair was the color of snow. Her armored form clanked about noisily as she came to a stop and scowled at the princess.

"I'm afraid I must concur with my siblings on this matter, Lucina," a tall, white-haired boy wearing a mage's hat said as he too stepped out from the shadows. "It is most indecorous for the Exalt to be disregarding her own mandates."

"Kjelle, Laurent, please—"

"W-What they said!" A short, but well-endowed girl squeaked from behind the tall boy and like the others, she also had snow-white hair. Suddenly, however, her face contorted into an enraged snarl. "BLOOD AND THUNDER! You would dare betray us like this?!"

"Lucina…" Chrom murmured, an unnerved expression making its way onto his face as several other figures slowly stepped out from the tree line. His hand reflexively sought Falchion's hilt. "What's going on here? Who are these people?"

"Please, there's no need for alarm," Lucina sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "They are my comrades. I never got the chance the opportunity to explain this—" She sent a dark glare at Severa, who just huffed and turned away from her. "But—"

Suddenly, one of the unknown individuals stiffened, their back ramrod straight. The person's hooded coat made it difficult to discern their features, but Robin could tell that they were staring straight at him. Without warning, the unknown person dashed towards him at an alarming pace.

"Wait, don't!" Lucina cried out, reaching out in vain to stop the person.

Immediately reaching for his thunder tome, Robin, opened his mouth to shout an incantation, only to freeze up as the unknown individual screamed out the last thing he'd been expecting to hear.

"Father!" A feminine voice exclaimed as the hooded person tackled him to the ground. "It's really you! Haha! To be honest, I didn't really believe the others when they said we'd find you eventually, but here you are!"

"F-Father…?" the man asked in a wheezy voice, staring at her in confusion.

"It's me!" The girl removed her hood, revealing snow-white hair the exact same shade as his. A pair of matching amber eyes glinted in happiness as the girl grinned at him. "Morgan? Love of your life? Daddy's little girl?"

"Father…?" Robin repeated incredulously.

Lucina just released a weary sigh, rubbing her temples. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw movement, prompting her to glare at her longtime friend. "Severa, don't you dare—"

"Daddy!" the girl cried, dashing over and glomping them both to the ground once more. "Sniff! Sniff! Y-You have no idea how much I've missed you!"

"BLOOD AND THUNDER! STOP HOGGING HIM!"

"Hey!" a pointy-eared girl exclaimed in alarm, her long, white braids swaying as she dashed towards them. "Be careful! He's gonna pass out if you smother him like that!"

"Please, don't kill him!" a young man cried fearfully. He had a mane of brown hair, highlighted by a single streak of white, as well as a pair of rabbit ears. "If he dies, my entire species will be doomed to extinction. Heeeeeey~!"

"Noire, Nah, Yarne!" Laurent snapped in a cross voice as he stormed over to the growing pile of flailing limbs. "I must ask that you desist at once!"

"Oh, boy…" Kjelle heaved a great sigh and made to assist him, though the small smile on her face gave her true feelings away.

Chrom could only watch this play out in stunned silence. Swallowing, he turned to his fully-grown daughter with a single question on his tongue. "Lucina... What is all this...?"

The princess just sighed and gave him a tired smile. "It's a long story."

"What the hell is happening?!" Robin cried out from beneath a dog pile of his own self-proclaimed children.

After the incident at Carrion Isle, the Shepherds had wasted no time in breaking camp and retreating past the Feroxian border. They'd just finished setting up camp outside Port Ferox when Chrom and Robin called for a meeting with a select group of individuals.

And that was how the genius tactician of Ylisse found himself staring down a tent full of expectant women. For the first time since his failed plan to rescue Emmeryn two years ago, Robin found himself completely at a loss. The man had always had a very good relationship with his comrades — the female half in particular, he had to admit — and he would be lying if he said he didn't find the army's women attractive. But never would he have expected something as outlandish as this to happen.

He glanced at Chrom, who was in the corner, being useless. The damn prince couldn't even look him in the eye anymore without bursting into laughter over his friend's misfortune. Robin sent him a scathing look, which did little else but send the prince into another round of hysterics. Beside him, Frederick simply gave Robin a stern glare, as if to say 'Just get it over with.'

"I'm not sure how else to explain it," the tactician said with a sigh, running a hand through his hair. "They claim to be my children from an apocalyptic future, born to the six of you gathered here. Lucina has already proven her identity through her brand, so I can safely say that her story checks out. But there is no true way to verify the others' identity…"

"Wow, Robin," Lissa snickered to herself. "I had no idea you got around so much!"

"Lissa!" he growled, his face growing red. "You're not helping."

"But, they are who they claim to be," Lucina finally spoke up from beside her father, placing a hand on Falchion's hilt. "I swear it upon the honor of our crown."

The tent descended into a tense silence which honestly, was only to be expected. While it was one thing to learn that in some dark future, they had all failed in their mission; learning that your future-children had somehow traveled back in time to change fate was a different matter entirely… It was absurd. Even Robin, who liked to consider himself rather open-minded, found it hard to believe. But these young women — all of whom he was close friends with — had all been told that they would (had?) mother the children of a single man.

Had Robin been in their situation, he would be outraged or at least mortified. The uneasy silence continued for several moments before it was finally broken by Sully's resigned sigh.

"Ah, well." The woman grumbled. "I can't exactly argue with the crown, now can I?" She glanced over to the armored girl standing next to her. "So, you're my kid, huh? Kjelle, was it? So, I named you after—"

"Your mother, yes." The younger girl nodded with a small smile.

"I don't wish to disrespect the exalted bloodline..." Cordelia muttered, staring at her supposed-daughter standing next to Robin. The younger girl just glared right back at her in response. "But you have to admit that this is a bit much to take in."

"Not for me!" Nowi exclaimed, throwing her arms around Nah, much to her embarrassment. "She's mine, I just know it! I always wanted a daughter to play with. She even has Robin's pretty, white hair!"

"I, too, am certain of this one's lineage," Panne said as she slowly circled her son, taking in his scent as she did. The young man in question shuddered beneath her scrutinizing stare. "He is Taguel, of which I am the last. His scent is also startlingly familiar and reminds me strongly of Robin."

"While the two of you may be amenable to such outrageous assertions," Miriel spoke up, adjusting her glasses. "I regret to inform you that I am not." She turned to her self-proclaimed son. "If you would claim to be my progeny, I assume you carry with you substantial proof of such allegations?"

"Hah!" The younger mage chuckled with a nostalgic smile taking shape on his face. "As skeptical as always, Mother. And just as blunt."

"Hmph..." Tharja let out a small hum. "There is a way to verify their claims. All it takes is a little blood and bit of magic..."

"So, you can prove they're Robin's kids?" Lissa asked curiously.

"I hold no doubts that they're mine," the tactician said calmly, prompting everyone to turn to him in surprise. "They all share my features, with their hair color being the most prominent. Many of them even share a handful of my mannerisms. Contrarily, I'd be surprised if they weren't mine."

The future children all smiled, happy to have at least convinced one parent of their lineage. Robin shook his head and smiled bemusedly.

"What I do find doubtful is the fact that you all have different mothers," he continued. "I think that's the one part of your story I just can't wrap my head around."

"I dunno, Robin," Lissa said with a grin. "You are quite the catch if what I've been hearing around camp is anything to go by! Right, Cordelia? You and Sumia were pretty animated in your discussions."

"L-Lissa!" the redhead squeaked, her face flushing in embarrassment as several chuckles flittered throughout the tent.

"Well, I suppose there's only one way to find out," Chrom spoke up, having finally regained enough composure to not burst into another giggle fit. "Tharja, if you would?"

"Very well." The voluptuous dark mage nodded, reaching into a small satchel she always carried with her and retrieving a ceremonial dagger as well as a small bowl. "Luckily, the ritual is simple and the necessary reagents are common. Please prick a single finger on this blade. I need only a drop of blood."

Miriel stepped forward, holding out her right index finger. Tharja gently pricked the offered digit, allowing a single drop of blood to fall into a small bowl filled with various magical reagents. She then pricked Laurent's finger and mixed his blood with his mother's as she began muttering an incantation. The concoction slowly began to coagulate, forming into a solid sphere for only a brief moment before bursting into a cloud of purple smoke.

"The result?" Miriel questioned.

"He's yours, without a doubt."

"I see..." The mage glanced at her child. Her surprise lasted for only a moment before quickly giving way to intrigue as a small glint entered her eyes. "How fascinating… To think that I would have progeny originating from such an inauspicious future… You introduced yourself as Laurent at the onset of these proceedings, did you not?"

"Veritably," Laurent said with a small smile. "It… pleases me to see you again, Mother."

"And I, you… my son." Miriel gifted him with rare smile of her own.

"Well, while this is certainly touching and all." Tharja interrupted in a dry tone of voice. "I'd like to know how you intend to proceed from here."

Sully nodded in agreement. "What happens now?" the cavalier questioned. "I hope you don't expect us to continue on as though nothing's changed?"

"She has a point," Cordelia spoke up. "An event such as this is quite literally life-changing. I don't know about any of you, but Robin and I were never romantically involved." She suddenly paused and turned to the man with wide eyes.

"N-Not that I'm opposed to it!" She exclaimed hastily. "You are very handsome and manly and… and..." The pegasus knight deflated beneath the stares being sent her way, her entire face growing red as she casted her gaze downward. "...I'm going to stop talking now."

"...Well, other matters aside, she does bring up a valid concern," Panne said after a while. "This may end up putting a strain on our relationships — with Robin and with each other."

"...And in turn affect the cohesion of our army," Robin murmured. The room fell into an uneasy silence that was swiftly broken by their leader.

"Now, now," Chrom said, raising both hands in a placating manner. "I understand that this may be overwhelming, but we cannot allow something like this to break us apart. War with Valm is on the horizon and if what the children's warning about the future is true, we cannot afford to be divided."

His stern expression was a stark contrast to his earlier behavior and as the others slowly relaxed, Robin couldn't help but be impressed by Chrom's charisma.

"I imagine that you would like a word with Robin, but I must ask you to wait," the blue-haired man continued. "Much has happened today and I think it would be best if we all slept on it — to let everything sink in. We'll continue this another time. You are dismissed."

"Finally!" Nowi, who'd been bouncing in her seat throughout the entire meeting suddenly cheered and grabbed her daughter by the arm. "Let's go play, Nah!"

"W-Wait, Mom!" the younger girl squeaked as she was forcibly dragged out of the tent. "Dad, help me!"

"Har har!" Sully guffawed before turning to her own child. "Well, brat. Seeing that you're my kid and you've got some fancy armor there, I assume it's safe to say that you know a thing or two about combat. Whaddya say to a few rounds against your mom?"

"Yes!" Kjelle exclaimed eagerly. "I'd love to!" She turned and bowed to the still-seated tactician. "I'll see you at supper, Father."

Robin just nodded, somewhat tiredly as the two took their leave. All around him, his children left with their respective mothers until only he, the royal family, Frederick, Morgan and Severa remained inside. Cordelia paused at the entrance to the tent, sending one last glance at her daughter, who simply turned away from her in response. Sighing to herself, the redhead took a brief glance at the tactician before exiting.

"You aren't going to go with your mother?" Robin asked curiously.

"Hmph!" Severa scoffed. "I'm not as weak-willed as the others. I don't need to follow her around like a lost puppy."

"This coming from the girl who was screaming 'Daddy' back in the forest?" Lucina demanded.

The other girl flushed red in embarrassment. "T-That hardly counts!" she huffed. "I'm his darling little girl, after all. Daddy gets special treatment."

"Hey, Severa," Morgan spoke up. "When you found me in that ruined temple, you said we'd find my mom too. But she's not here."

"That's right!" Lissa exclaimed. "You never mentioned who your mother is, Morgan. If it wasn't one of those six, then who is it?"

"No idea!" the girl replied cheerfully.

"...Beg pardon?" Chrom asked, raising an eyebrow at her.

"That's… a bit of a story," Lucina admitted sheepishly. "You see, while we were separated, it seems Morgan developed a mild case of amnesia. She can't remember anything besides her father."

"You don't say?" The prince chuckled.

"It seems to run in the family, then," Frederick said evenly, prompting the three future-children to glance at him in confusion.

"Whaddya mean 'run in the family'?" Severa demanded.

"I too, am suffering from amnesia," Robin admitted, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm afraid I don't have any memory of my life before Chrom and Lissa found me just outside Southtown."

"Wow!" Morgan grinned. "You too?"

"Amnesia?" Severa, on the other hand, was concerned. "Are you okay, Daddy?"

"Yes, I'm fine." The man sighed before shaking his head. "So, Morgan has no clue who her mother is, correct? But you two should remember just fine."

"That's correct." Lucina nodded affirmatively. "You just haven't met her yet."

"Great," Robin murmured, palming his face. "Well, thanks for the heads-up, I suppose."

"Well, then." Lissa snickered at him. "At least there are no more surprises. Right, Lucina?" When she didn't immediately reply, the blonde girl turned to her with wide eyes. "...No way."

"...Lucina…?" Chrom raised an eyebrow at his fidgeting daughter.

"There were others who came with us from the future," the princess admitted, throwing Robin an apologetic smile. "We just haven't found everyone yet."

"H-How many?" the tactician questioned, almost afraid of hearing the answer.

"Five others," Lucina said. "All of them are yours as well."

"And I assume they all have different mothers?" Frederick inquired. At her nod, the knight just sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose wearily.

"Wow!" Chrom chuckled, a wide grin on his face. "It seems you'll be quite busy for the foreseeable future, Robin." He turned to the rapidly paling tactician to see him teetering on his feet. "Er… Robin?"

"Twelve…" Robin whispered, his face as white as a sheet and his body lurching precariously. "Naga, help me. Twelve children… All with different mothers…"

Thud!

"Father!"

"Daddy!"

Chrom just chuckled as the world-renown Ylissean tactician fell to the ground in a heap, completely out cold. "Lissa…?"

"Yeah, yeah..." The blonde snickered. "I'll get my staff."

A/N: As you can probably surmise from my username, this was a plot bunny I just had to write down. I am not very well versed in the Fire Emblem fandom, so if my set up resembles someone else's I apologize. It is completely coincidental.

Writing this felt a little odd, though. I think the Fire Emblem setting just doesn't mesh well with my writing style. I'll be trying to improve as I go, so if you made it all the way down here, then congratulations! You have more patience than I could ever have. Thanks for reading this utterly nonsensical fic.

Those of you who know me, I highly doubt this fic will be receiving regular updates. Hell, I'm not even sure if I'm going to be continuing this.

Chrom x Generic Village Maiden OTP! Robin x Harem FTW! Having trouble choosing a waifu? Go for 'em all, I say!

BTW, in case you didn't notice, Morgan has white hair. All of Robin's kids do. (He is default MU, by the way.)

I guess I'll start a poll on my profile for you to decide who Morgan's mother should be. None of the characters with children of their own will be on it (i.e. Cordelia, Tharja, Sumia etc). And NO LUCINA! I adore the pairing, but it will not work for this fic. So, basically, your choices are Say'ri, Tiki and Anna.

BTW, some suggestions for a new title would be appreciated since the current one is HORRID.

Make sure to cast your vote and thanks for reading.

- Your King