Author's Notes:

Hey readers! Welcome to my new story, Reclassed!

With Altered Fates coming to a close, I thought I'd get a head start on my new story. If you've read my first one, then you know that there was something incredibly important missing from it. Chrom. So get ready everyone, because this story will have a whole lot of Chrom in it. In fact, it'll have a lot of Chrom, Robin, Lucina and Morgan in it. The whole family!

While I do love Robin/Lucina, I absolutely adore Robin/Chrom. In fact, if there were to be a canon paring, I'd have to nominate them. It just fits so well with the story. And Lucina and Morgan as siblings is almost more than my little heart can handle. I've been dying to write these four as a family for so long, and with this story I'll finally have an excuse to do so. But of course, this is just my opinion! I don't mean to harsh on any other pairings.

I've often wondered what it would be like if Robin did more of her queenly duties, or if Chrom had to do some of Robin's Grandmaster ones. So if you're like me and you're dying to know how it would play out, well then look no further. This story will have it all!

So read, relax, and I hope you all enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Fire Emblem, nor do I own the cover art to my story. If you do know the artist, please let me know so I can give him/her proper credit!

Edit: Props to my guest reviewer for providing the source! The artist is liricamore on his/her tumblr page! Thanks a ton guest reviewer!

"And so if we raise taxes on all imports, and raise the price of all of our exports, we can..."

Chrom slouched in his elegant throne, his elbow resting on the arm rest as his head rested in his hand.

Good gods this is ridiculous. This is the TWENTIETH meeting today! I officially have new found respect for my sister if she had to sit through this crap every day.

Chrom's eyes traveled from the snooty looking man sitting in front of him to the window to his left.

The sun was shining, the birds chirping. It was a beautiful day in Ylisstol.

And where was he? Sitting through yet ANOTHER meeting.

After the fall of Grima, the Shepherd's had returned to their homes to live out the rest of their lives as they saw fit. While many of them were actually born from different parts of the world, almost all of them elected to take up a permanent residence in Ylisstol once all was said and done. Tharja decided to come to the capital to live with her husband Libra and their child Noire, the same going for Olivia and Henry who both elected to stay in Ylisse with their son Inigo. Even Lon'qu came to live in the palace with his wife Lissa, much to his chagrin. Lon'qu wasn't a man of extravagancies or fancy living, but he made an exception for his wife. The only ones that actually had to leave were Basillio, Flavia, and Say'ri, all for political reasons. Flavia was still the Khan regent in Feroxi, Basillio was still trying his damndest to win back the title, and Say'ri had to fulfill her role as the Queen of Chon'sin.

All in all, everything turned out exactly how Chrom and his wife Robin had wanted. For their friends and everyone else to be able to live in peace and happiness, without some insane king, some violent dictator, or some diabolical god looming over their shoulders. The world had their first time of peace in years, and Chrom and Robin were determined to keep it that way. Even if it meant sitting through some amazingly boring meetings. Chrom just kept telling himself it was for the good of the Ylissean people.

Chrom's advisor trailed off, eyeing the Exalt critically as the Exalt stared off through the window.

The man cleared his throat loudly.

"Lord Chrom, are you paying attention?"

"No," Chrom replied absentmindedly.

The lord realized his mistake immediately, and coughed loudly to try and mask his answer even though he had said it rather clearly.

"I mean yes, of course I am Tibalt. Please continue."

Tibalt narrowed his eyes slightly but chose to ignore his lordship's lackadaisical attitude.

Chrom stared at his advisor as he talked on and on, but he wasn't really watching him. His eyes were staring through him, unfocusing as Chrom's attention was lost again. He couldn't help but think about what his wife was up to. It had to be better than this.

Speaking of which.

"Sir Tibalt, I must ask if we can put this off to another day," Chrom said checking his time piece. "It's near six o'clock and I have dinner planned with my wife and kids. You understand."

"O-oh! Yes of course!" Tibalt bowed deeply. "Of course we can postpone. I apologize for taking up so much of your time milord."

Chrom's eyebrows rose, surprised that the advisor would be so courteous. He had to admit, it was a nice change of pace.

"Thank you kindly Tibalt, and please don't fret on it," Chrom rose and paced towards the throne room doors, waving at the advisor on his way out. "Good day Tibalt."

The lord tried to mask his excitement as he left the throne room. It was done. No more crappy meetings. No more trivial arguments. He could finally relax and spend time with his family. At least until tomorrow.

Chrom whistled happily as he walked through the familiar palace hallways, greeting each guard by name as he walked by them. He made a left turn, heading towards the dining room where he'd meet the rest of his family for dinner. He should probably go fetch his kids, but hey, Robin was probably already on top of it. And they were serving bear today...

Chrom stopped mid stride, his whistle dying on his lips.

There, lying in the middle of the floor, laid a single banana peel.

Chrom tilted his head to the side.

Who in the world leaves a banana peel lying on the ground for someone to slip on? The Exalt's eyes widened in realization. Unless...

The blue haired man took a few cautious steps forwards, immediately stopping when he felt a tiny push against his shin.

Bending down, Chrom fingered what was pushing against his leg, revealing a very thin, very hard to see trip wire.

The Exalt straightened and sighed.

"Morgan."

Morgan poked his head out from around a corner and smiled mischievously at his father.

"You have good eyes, Father," Morgan laughed and stepped away from the corner, fully revealing himself. "I almost didn't expect you to see that one!"

His son was wearing his usual attire, his Mother's old Plegian cloak over a beige shirt and pants. Even after they had returned from the war, Morgan refused to part with the coat. In his words, it 'had become a part of him,' and refused to stop wearing it. Not that Chrom could really blame him. If someone asked him to get rid of his Falchion for a few days he'd say no too.

Examining his son, Chrom noted that his son would have to get a haircut soon. Call it fatherly instinct.

"Well I did," Chrom placed his hands on his hips and frowned disapprovingly. "What if someone else had came along and they tripped? They could have broken something, Morgan."

Morgan shrugged, his smile never leaving his face.

"Consider it training. They are palace guards after all. They should be ready for everything!" His son replied with a laugh. "If anything, I'm helping!"

Chrom rolled his eyes but couldn't help smiling at his son. It was like someone had taken Robin's intellect and Lissa's mischievous attitude and blended them together.

"Alright, alright. Just keep it on the minimum, alright son? Or just make sure it's your mother or sister that comes across it."

"Sure thing, Pops," Morgan smirked conspiratorially and winked.

Chrom chuckled and walked up to his son, tousling his hair.

"Ready for dinner, then?"

"You bet," Morgan said and rubbed his stomach. "I'm starving. And I heard they're serving bear tonight!"

"You heard right," Chrom waved his son onwards. "We'd be rude if we kept it waiting."

Morgan grinned and nodded, following his father as they walked through the palace hallways towards the dining room.

"So how was your day, son?" Chrom asked as they walked.

"Great! I spent most of the day in the library, reading about all sorts of cool stuff, then I met... a uh... friend in town for lunch."

Chrom rose an eyebrow. His son usually wasn't this hesitant to share details about his day.

"A friend?"

"Uh... yeah... Owain! I met up with Owain."

Chrom didn't look convinced but he decided to let it slide. Who his son spent time with was his own business.

But Chrom wouldn't be a father if he didn't get one good jab in.

"Owain huh? That's weird. I could have sworn he was going to the market today with Severa and your sister," Chrom put a finger to his chin and pretended to think, slowly moving his finger to point at his son. "Are you sure you didn't meet up with a certain sprightly pegasus knight?"

Morgan blushed slightly and looked away, mumbling under his breath.

"And what did you do today?" His son asked quickly, hoping to change topics.

"Same thing I do most days. Sit through meeting after meeting," Chrom sighed. "Don't get me wrong, I want to help the people of Ylisse in any way I can, but meeting with snobby nobles who are really only in it for their own personal gains can get a little grating."

Chrom rested a hand on his son's shoulder and smiled.

"Needless to say, I've been looking forward to dinner since lunch."

Robin ran a hand through her long white hair, sighing as she examined yet ANOTHER troop report from their guards over near South Town. Bandits had taken up residence in that area, and were unfortunately very fond of picking on the poor townsfolk.

So Robin, being the genius Grandmaster that she was, sent a platoon of soldiers there to guard the town and scare off any potential bandits.

But of course, the bandits got scared off by the well trained and well armed soldiers.

Which is really a good thing.

Except that the lieutenant in charge of the group was as green as grass can be, and was just, in his words, 'itching' for some actual combat. So finding out that there would be no actual conflict with his assignment, he was less than satisfied, and saw it fit to spend his time sending numerous troop reports back to the Grandmaster, almost as a sign of quiet rebellion.

Every. Day. She got them every damn day. And then she had to go over each soldier, then their information, then make sure everything was going according to plan, then sign off on it and send it back. It was a very tedious job.

Robin finally finished the last report and signed it at the bottom, putting it with the rest of the troop reports that were piled on her desk.

The Grandmaster moved to the next section of paperwork she had to look through, the troop grievances and requests.

Robin exhaled slowly, feeling her anger bubble to the surface.

Why they couldn't just group these two she'll never know.

Robin eyes widened reading the first piece of paper before they quickly narrowed and her grip on the paper began to tighten.

"You've got to be kidding me," Robin grumbled and threw the paper back on her desk as she leaned back in her chair.

"How could it be reasonable to ask for a MONTH off to take care of a sick dog!? When you yourself fed him a boat load of chocolate!? Gods!" Robin shouted to the empty room. "It's-it's ridiculous!"

It was like someone was playing a sick joke on her. No one could be THAT stupid. She was an amnesiac and even she knew not to feed a dog chocolate.

Robin placed her hands behind her head and kicked her feet up on the top of her desk. It was time for a break.

Robin took a few deep breaths to calm her nerves, and looked to her favorite painting that was hung up on the other side of the room.

The pictured depicted Chrom and herself holding baby Lucina, with the elder Lucina and Morgan standing in front of them smiling, all four of them dressed in fancy suits and dresses. She had had it made not long after her return to the living, and it had quickly became her most cherished piece of art. Whenever she got frustrated or annoyed she'd just look to that picture and it'd calm her down. Her family always had that effect on her, regardless the circumstance.

Robin pulled her time piece from her Grandmaster cloak and checked the time.

"Six already," She mumbled to herself. "Maybe I'll go see if Chrom and the kids wants to grab dinner."

Robin looked at her desk one last time. Hundreds upon hundreds of papers scattered across its surface, almost mocking the tactician with its messiness.

"Yep," She said as she stood. "Definitely done for today."

Robin walked out of her office and into the palace hallway, making her way towards the palace throne room where Chrom would no doubt be at this time of day. Even with their hectic schedules, they tried to make time in their day to spend time together as a family. Chrom especially pushed for it knowing that the three of them didn't have much of a family in their pasts, and with his power as Exalt it didn't take much pushing to get it. Robin found it extremely sweet of him. Chrom might be a hotheaded idiot, but he had these amazing moments where he was very considerate and thoughtful.

Robin smiled softly thinking of her husband. He might be a hotheaded idiot, but he was her hot headed idiot.

"Hello Mother, I was actually just on my way to find you."

Robin flinched, turning on her heel to see her daughter standing behind her.

Lucina had opted to wear something other than her usual suit of armor today, settling for a blue sundress that went down to her knees with a white sash tied around her waist. Her hair flowed over her shoulders, and the tiara she often wore was still resting on her forehead.

Robin recovered from her surprise quickly, and smiled brightly at her daughter. She always loved seeing her dressed up like this. It had hurt her more than words could describe to find out that her little girl was forced to live through something no man or woman should live through. She had her childhood, her family, everything that she had loved ripped away from her by Grima. So seeing her dressed up like a normal young woman with a carefree smile on her face always warmed Robin's heart.

"Hello Lucina, I take it you were coming to grab me for dinner?"

"Indeed," Lucina nodded. "And Morgan's fetching Father right now."

"Ah perfect. One less thing I have to do," Robin smiled and waved her daughter onward. "Let's head to the dining room then."

Lucina returned the smile and nodded, falling into step beside her mother.

"So how was your day Lucy? Do anything exciting?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary. I started the day off with my usual workout routine, then spent some time with Morgan in the library. However I did join Owain and Severa on their trip to the market in the afternoon."

Robin snickered. Thinking about Owain and Severa always made her laugh. Not because they were laughable or stupid people, but because their relationship always entranced the tactician. They were almost polar opposites, yet they had grown to love each other. Owain with his over the top theatrics, and Severa with her grumpy and blunt attitude. The two were like night and day. It reminded Robin of those couples in those smutty novels that Sumia always loved to give to Robin.

Robin didn't read them of course. Of course not. She definitely didn't have one on her bed side table. That'd be inappropriate! She wasn't even thinking about co-writing one with Sumia. That'd just be crazy!

"Did you have fun?" Robin asked before her mind went too far down that train of thought.

"Indeed. It was nice to see them. As you know the two just got back from their travels around the continent," Lucina turned to her mother and rose an eyebrow. "Something about a 'sword-hand?'"

"Of course it was," Robin giggled and rolled her eyes. "Oh, I love my nephew so much."

Lucina laughed and nodded.

"He is a character," Lucina agreed before changing the subject. "What about you? Anything interesting?"

Robin snorted.

"Of course not. It was even worse today. One man even had the nerve to ask me for a month off after he poisoned his dog."

"Really?"

"You can't make this shit up."

Lucina's eyes widened at her mother's rather vulgar phrase, but let it pass.

"Maybe we should take a vacation," The princess suggested. "You and Father have been working day in and day out since you returned, it'd only be fair to take a bit of time off."

Robin smiled tiredly, her eyes far off as she imagined how nice that would be. They could finally go to that beach resort Anna had been going on and on about for months now. Now she didn't know what a beach was, but she could feel her knees waver at just the thought of a vacation.

"Oh man, that'd be amazing. I'll have to bring that up later with your father."

Lucina smiled. "Maybe we could even invite the others? It's been so long since we've gotten together."

"You know what, that does sound like a lot of fun," Robin stopped and turned to her daughter, her eyes filled with child like glee. "Then you and I could go shopping for some of these 'bathing suits' Anna has been talking about!"

Lucina's face brightened at the prospect of going clothing shopping with her mother once again.

"I'd love to!"

Of course, Robin was painfully aware of Lucina's 'interesting' choice in fashion, but she wouldn't be a mother if she didn't go shopping with her daughter whenever she could.

Dinner was served.

Robin, Chrom, Lucina, Morgan, Lissa, Lon'qu and Owain sat around the ornate table in the dining hall, all digging into the plates of food in front of them.

Except for Robin that is. She was balancing the little Lucina on her knee, making playful noises as she spoon fed her spoonfuls of what was on her own plate. Lucina was four years old now, but still loved it when her mother fed her food. She loved it so much in fact that it was the only way that she would eat ANY food, much to Robin's enormous pleasure.

"Here it comes!"

Robin drifted the spoon towards Lucina's mouth, making raspberry noises all the way.

Little Lucina giggled and chomped on the spoon, making pig noises as she ate.

The older Lucina watched in a mixture of horror and embarrassment at the sight her mother and younger self. The only thing she could think of was how old she really was when she stopped doing that.

Morgan picked up on her elder sister's obvious embarrassment and smiled mischievously, nudging her with her elbow to garner her attention. When Lucina had turned to look at him, he began to mimic the way their mother had fed the younger Lucina, making obnoxious pig noises as he shoveled food into his mouth.

"Morgan!" Lucina hissed and swatted his hand.

Morgan threw his head back and laughed, sending her sister into a furious blush.

"Thanks again for watching her today Lissa," Chrom ignored the two's bickering and said to his sister across the table. "It really means a lot to us, especially with all of the work we've had recently."

Lissa set down her fork and knife and wove her brother off.

"Think nothing of it, we had a blast!" Lissa turned to the young bluenette and smiled widely. "Isn't that right little lady!"

Lucina clapped her hands together and giggled.

"Aunt Lizzie is tha best!"

Lissa nodded, clearly pleased with the statement before turning to her husband.

"Besides, it's nice when little Lucina and little Owen can spend some time together as cousins. Isn't that right dear?"

Lon'qu nodded, keeping his son balanced on his lap while he fed him his own share of food.

The two had opted to change the name of their child to Owen when he was born. They didn't want Owain to feel that he would be displaced with the birth of himself in this timeline, so it seemed like the reasonable choice. Little Owen was nearly two now, about two years younger than his cousin.

"Still, it really does mean a lot to us, Lissa," Robin smiled over Lucina's blue head. "Thank you."

"Seriously, don't worry about it. But is the work really getting that bad?"

"Like you wouldn't believe," The two responded in unison.

"Oh?" Owain's eyes lit up. "Any riveting stories to recount?"

"If you count endless amounts of paperwork as riveting, then yeah sure," Robin replied dryly.

"You don't even know the half of it," Chrom said glumly. "If I have to meet with one more stuck up noble I swear I might just impale them with Falchion."

Chrom looked up from his plate of food to the surprised and worried looks of his family.

"I-I'm joking of course. I'd never do that."

"At least you don't have to deal with idiots asking for time off to deal with a dog they accidently poisoned with chocolate."

"And at least you don't have to sit through meeting after meeting with snobby fools that aren't trying to help the people, only help themselves. And then once I'm finished with that, I have to sit through meetings about taxes," Chrom sighed sadly and picked at his food with his fork. "I hate taxes."

"Have you ever done so much paperwork that your hand cramps into a claw? I have to take a twenty minute break just so the darn thing can unclench."

"Oh yeah?" Chrom narrowed his eyes at his wife.

"Yeah," Robin returned the gesture.

Everyone else in the room watched the two uneasily knowing exactly where this type of thing was going. The two had issued each other a non verbal challenge, and knowing Robin and Chrom they weren't going to let it go. It was always in good fun, but they just couldn't help themselves.

The husband and wife glared at each other, their competitive and proud natures getting the best of them.

Of course four year old Lucina wasn't sure what was going on, so she just opted for mimicking her parents' expressions, cutely glaring daggers at everyone in the room with her bottom lip sticking out.

"I bet you couldn't last a month, let alone a week in my position," Robin said bluntly.

"I'd be surprised if you could last a day in my shoes," Chrom retorted.

"Well I am a queen after all. I think I'd handle myself just fine."

"And I don't think a little paperwork is going to kill me."

"How about this, we trade places. I do your job, and you do mine," Robin explained. "And the first to give up loses."

"Alright. And what's the reward for the winner?"

Robin rubbed her chin contemplatively.

"The usual arrangement?" She ventured forth.

"The usual arrangement," Chrom nodded in agreement.

Morgan rose an eyebrow at that, having no idea what either of his parents were talking about.

"Lucy," Morgan whispered and poked her sister in the ribs. "What the hell are they talking about? What is this 'arrangement?'"

Lucina sighed and rubbed the bridge of their nose.

"The winner has to give the other a foot and back rub."

"Are you... Seriously? That's all they bet with? That's it?"

Lucina's face paled, remembering exactly what had happened the last time she accidently walked in on one of these 'foot and back rub' sessions. It was a day that would forever live in infamy.

"Not usually..."

Morgan's face dropped watching his sister relive such a terrible memory.

"Oh gods no," He whispered and shivered uncontrollably.

"Ahem," Lucina cleared her throat, hoping to steer out of this awkward conversation. "Yes. Well... erm. Who do you think will come out on top?"

Lucina's eyes widened realizing the error in her phrasing.

"I-I mean who do you think will win?"

Oh gods why!? Lucina cried in her head.

"Hmmm," Morgan rubbed his chin slowly much like his mother, thankfully missing out on Lucina's blunder. "I think Father will. It's just paperwork after all, with a bunch of little other stuff sprinkled in between. He'll definitely outlast Mother."

"Really? I think Mother's got this in the bag. Her intelligence is a bit more... vast in this area. Plus she is Queen. It's part of her job, just one aspect she's had to neglect recently."

"No way," Morgan said flippantly. "Father will wipe the floor with her."

"Oh yeah?" Lucina rose an eyebrow at her brother.

"Yeah," Morgan narrowed his eyes at his sister.

The two stared each other down for several seconds before Morgan spit in his hand and outstretched it for a shake.

"The usual bet?"

"Come on, Morgan," Lucina shook her head disapprovingly. "We're not kids anymore."

The two were fairly competitive with each other when they were younger, often betting one another over silly things, like on who would win in a footrace or on how many times Frederick would say 'milord' in one hour. And so, they would each spit in their palms then shake on it. The bet itself was actually rather low key. The loser just had to buy the winner some type of sweet from the marketplace from their allowance. It was the winning that was important.

Lucina had shared this information with Morgan not too long ago when he had asked her sister for help on getting some of his memories back, and he absolutely loved it. He had been trying to egg her sister on to start it back up, but so far she was rather adamant on not doing so.

"Come ooooon Lucy," Morgan pleaded. "It'll be fun!"

However this time was different, because Lucina knew she was going to win.

"So be it," Lucina spit in her hand and shook Morgan's. "The usual bet it is."

Lon'qu watched it all with a blank expression on his face. He glanced at his wife out of the corner of his eye to gauge her reaction to it all. She was eating it up, watching it all play out and giggling at her niece and nephew's little wager that went unnoticed by Robin and Chrom.

The swordsman gave a soft sigh and tilted his head towards the baby in his lap.

"You would have liked Regna Ferox, Owen."

Author's Notes:

So there you have it!

This chapter was more of a set up for things to come, and a chapter to lay out the groundwork for how things are going to play out. And of course, lots of fluffy goodness.

Next chapter we'll get to the first big dilemma of Robin and Chrom's new duties, with Lucina and Morgan tagging along to make sure they win their bets as well.

I know I haven't finished up my first story yet, but I just couldn't help but write the first chapter to this one. I can't help it, my will power is weak. So don't expect THAT many updates in the upcoming weeks, as most of my time and energy will be spent towards wrapping Altered Fates up. But needless to say, I'm really looking forward to writing this.

Until next time!