Because this got the most votes, I stuck to my promise and uploaded 'Parents' Weekend.' I apologize for spelling mistakes and whatnot. I'll be leaving the poll up as well so keep voting on what story you want to be uploaded next.

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Slamming the door shut with a surge of force, Robin hurriedly twisted the lock as rapid footsteps became apparent from the other side.

Moments later, a grating knock echoed throughout the small room before Marth's unmistakable voice hollered out.

"Robin! Lucina! I demand an explanation as to what that young child said." Much out of his usual mature facade, the Hero-King once more banged on the sturdy door.

Giving a quiet sigh as to not alert the steaming warrior, Robin back a few steps before twirling to face the three other occupants.

Morgan, whom at the moment, was more interested in attempting a simple braid with Lucina's smooth hair, shot her father an excited smile before crossing her legs and shifting on the twin-sized bed. Her mother pressed her lips together in silent contemplation before sharing a look of worry with the tactician.

"Listen." Chrom began as he straightened his stance from the wall, "I didn't know Morgan snuck in, alright? It wasn't until that strange machine was well out of Ylisse that she decided to show herself." Crossing his arms, Chrom narrowed his eyes when focusing on his granddaughter.

"Young lady, I specifically told you to stay put with Sumia."

"But-"

"No! You left without telling anybody. Gods, Sumia must be in a frantic search for you right about now." Shaking his head, Chrom ran his long fingers through his disarray locks.

Placing a hand on the hilt of his falchion, Chrom began pacing the floor with calculated eyes. It became quiet for a second as the three older adults mulled over how severe their predicament was.

The rattling of the doorknob, however, alerted the family as voices could once more become heard.

"Ike, twist it more to the side."

"Shut the hell up before I twist your face to the side."

"What? I'd usually contemplate on your troublesome sayings but now is not the time." Marth spoke up just as the audible click of the door's lock became apparent. Swinging the door open, the Hero-King all but rushed into the medium-size bedroom before stopping short.

Noticing both Ike and Priam behind her ancestor, Lucina sighed before easing herself off the bed, causing Morgan's hard work to unravel in slight curls.

"Hey!" Said little girl pouted before crossing her arms in mock anger.

"Morgan…" Robin warned as he made his way towards his young daughter. Reaching his hand out in an inviting gesture, Robin allowed Morgan to grasp his palm before hoisting her off of the bed.

Eyes far too wide to be considered normal, Marth flickered his gaze in Chrom's direction before taking a hesitant step forward. With a clear of the throat to ease the awkwardness, Lucina gave a slight push on her daughter's back who in turn glanced at the warrior with beautiful blinking orbs.

'Just like Lucina...' The older man thought to himself when remembering the young princess's face who could only look on in awe when the two were first introduced.

"This is Morgan. She is Robin and I's child from a different time." Lucina stated as the young bluenette only nodded in happiness.

"Similar to the case involving you and your father, correct?" Marth mused as both Chrom and his daughter nodded in confirmation. "Why did you never mention you had a child?"

Understanding his meaning when recalling the many heart-to-heart talks she had with the King involving her struggle throughout her life, Lucina only shuffled as Morgan glanced up at her mother.

"Mom! You never told anyone about me!?" Narrowing her dark brown eyes, the child looked towards a silent Robin, "Dad, did you?"

At his lack of response did Morgan huff in irritation. Twirling on her heel, Morgan only slapped a wide grin on her face before rushing towards Marth. Not giving the man a chance to react, the little girl wrapped both her tiny arms around the Hero-King's waist before glancing up at him with bright eyes.

"Hi! I'm your great-great-great-great granddaughter! Or maybe there's more 'great's' but my mom said when you're family it doesn't matter." Smile still in place, Morgan only watched as Marth shot her an uncomfortable look, his arms raised in the air so not to touch her.

"How old is this kid?" Ike spoke up from behind the duo.

"I'm ten and I'm not a kid!" Morgan grumbled out whilst leaning to the side to catch a look at the mercenary.

"Tch. You're a kid, simple as that."

"Hey!" With fire in her eyes that resembled Chrom, Morgan unwrapped her arms from Marth and marched towards Ike. "Mom said I'm not a kid so stop saying I am!"

Crossing his arms as a smirk made its way onto his lips, Ike only bent down in a mocking manner. "You're right, you're not a kid." Just as a satisfied look appeared on the young girl's face did Ike continue, "you're a baby."

When hearing his words did her lips begin to quiver. Moment's later a sniff could be heard as Morgan pouted.

"Uh… wait-"

"Granddad!" Morgan sobbed before sprinting towards a surprised Chrom. Encasing her within his strong arms and allowing her to bury her head into his stomach, Chrom shot Ike a dirty look as Marth rubbed his throbbing temple.

"Alright as strange as this whole scene is, we have to think about what we'll tell the other smashers." Robin interrupt as the current Exalt began comforting his granddaughters head in a fatherly fashion.

"Is there a reason as to why you both kept it from the others? Even the Master Hand was surprised to find the two of you have an offspring." Marth spoke up as he settled himself in a chair that was located near the restroom doorway.

"So the Master Hand knows?" Sharing a look with Robin, Lucina furrowed her brows in slight worry. "This may be a problem…"

"Am I missin' something here?" Priam, whom was silent throughout the ordeal questioned as Ike nodded in agreement.

"The 'Smash Rules'," Robin stated. "A person that has a child cannot compete in Smash tournaments, much less be accepted onto the roster."

"That law is still in motion?" Ike piped up. "Thought it was cancelled after the whole 'Daddy Bowser' fiasco that happened a while back?"

"He was an exception," Marth murmured as he leaned his elbow onto the petite dining table. Cupping his chin with the palm of his hand, the bluenette locked eyes with his friend. "Bowser wouldn't leave his kids behind because there was nobody to take care of them. Since he is considered a fan favorite among the fighter's, the Master Hand allowed him to keep his slot and dubbed him 'grandfathered in' whilst simultaneously allowing Bowser Jr. and the others to join, although they are only restricted to a low number of matches each month."

Snapping his fingers as if he was solving a complex equation, Priam pointed to Chrom. "That's why you weren't allowed, huh?"

Grunting at the blunt statement, Chrom rolled his eyes as a scowl took place. "I suppose you could say that… to an extent." Noticing the guilty look that overcame Lucina's face, Chrom hurriedly continued on.

"While I was offered onto the fighters list, it would have pushed Lucina back a few paces. Because the invitation is given out around half a year before one can join in order to allow fighters a chance to gather their bearings or come up with an answer, Lucina was not born at the time. I guess that labeled me as an eligible candidate. Sumia, my wife, was at the end of her pregnancy but it appears this Master Hand individual paid no heed."

"Oh yeah? Why'd ya say no?" Cocking his head to the side, Ike's descendant looked on as Chrom patted a now-calm Morgan's head.

"I was to have a newborn at home and Ylisse was still recovering from Grima's destruction. It would have been foolish of me to leave Sumia alone to clean up the Grimlel's mess while I was out competing for fun."

"A bleeding heart, huh?" Both Ike and Praim said simultaneously. Shooting a look at one another, the pair looked away with annoyance as Lucina stifled a smile.

"A bleeding heart is what the Ylissean's need." Marth crossed his legs and leaned back against the chair, "that's quite a sacrifice you made for both your daughter and your people."

Raising an eyebrow at his forefathers unexpected compliment, Chrom only offered a slight upturn of his lips.

"Mom? Dad? Does that mean you have to come back home now?" Unwrapping herself from her grandfather, Morgan walked over to her parent's before clutching onto Robin's long coat.

Looking up, the ten year old frowned. "Did I get you guys in trouble?"

"Of course not, Morgan." Robin soothed out before engulfing his daughter into a tight hug. Leaning over to deliver a swift kiss on the crown of her head, Robin closed his eyes as the wheels in his head began to turn. Lucian could see that he was turning back to his infamous 'tactician' mode that helped lead her fathers army to victory many times in the past.

"Perhaps the two of you could speak to the Master Hand and explain the situation?" The Hero-King, not taking his eyes off the tender display Robin was giving, offered his suggestion just as Lucina took her place next to her father.

"I suppose that's our only choice at this point…"

Creaking open the bedroom door with a careful hand, Lucina eyed the empty hallway with a steady gaze before heaving a sigh in relief. After sending Marth, Ike, and Priam out to the training room, a particular area Priam was all too eager to attend, the last four remained stationed in the spare chamber to gather their jumbled thoughts.

"So," Robin eased out as Morgan latched onto his jacket, "we lay low for the time being, stay out of the kitchen and rest area until people just magically forget we have a daughter?" Nodding to himself, the tactician scratched the back of his neck when noticing glares from both Chrom and Lucina. "Just trying to lighten the mood…"

"Not helping." With a roll of his eyes, Chrom began the lengthy trek down the pristine hall. Catching up to his side, Lucina crossed her arms in retaliation.

"Well we wouldn't be in this mess if somebody was more aware of their surroundings."

"Lucina-"

"I mean really, how did you let a ten year old slip past you?" Ignoring her father's warning tone, Lucina only carried on. "But then again, you thought I was a guy for quite a while…"

"Probably because your body resembles that of a twelve-year old boy." Robin muttered out from behind.

Shooting the Peligian a look of utter rage over her shoulder, Lucina made a quick note to run him through with falchion a few times when their scheduled match took place.

Turning back towards Chrom, the bluenette continued. "Father I specifically told you in our most recent letter to have Morgan under careful watch! You know how she acts when both Robin and myself are involved."

"Enough. Young lady, I shouldn't be having to babysit Morgan if you weren't out competing in useless fights rather than taking on the responsibilities of a parent." Twisting on his heel, Chrom faced a silent Lucina as his words processed within the silent vicinity.

Realizing what he said, Chrom closed his eyes as a grimace overtook his hardened expression.

"Lucina, I-I'm sorry." Reaching out to pull his daughter into a hug, Chrom could only flinch when noticing Lucina step away.

"No you're right, I shouldn't. But Morgan said Robin and I could join because she knew how important this was for us." Glancing away, the princess recalled the numerous discussions she had with her own daughter and whether or not Morgan was okay with her parents being away for an extended period of time. She was hesitant at first when thinking of her ten year old being left alone in Ylisse and even wondered if she could sneak Morgan into the Smash Mansion.

"I don't mind," said little girl piped up, alerting the two adults. Turning towards a beaming Morgan, the young princess gripped Robin's overcoat with pale fingers. "Mom and Dad really wanted to go so why couldn't they? Didn't you say Mom deserved to be happy, Granddad?"

Chuckling at his granddaughter's innocent question, Chrom nodded. "You're right, as usual, Morgan." Finding a pleased grin plaster onto the short-haired child, the Exalt looked over towards his oldest child.

"I'm sorry, Lucina. Truly, I am. I… I shouldn't have said that. Morgan's right, you've been through far too much in such a short time. If anyone should be here, it's you." Softening his usual hard features, Chrom inclined his head in Lucina's direction. "I'm proud of you and I want you to understand what a wonderful mother you are to Morgan."

"You have my gratitude, Father." Walking into Chrom's arms, Lucina laughed when hearing Morgan clap.

"Family hug!" The child sang out before dragging Robin towards the pair. Squeezing in between her mother and grandfather, Morgan pulled her father so he was squished against Lucina, the two's faces only centimeters apart. "Okay guys, now kiss!"

"Don't even think about it." The warning voice belonging to Chrom interrupted the peaceful atmosphere, causing Morgan to give out a childish groan.

Marth gazed across the mahogany table as both Lucina and Morgan sat about with matching faces of pure content. Without realizing each other's actions, the two princess' grabbed their glass of water with their left hand whilst simultaneously brushing a stray strand of cobalt colored hair away from their line of sight.

The prince stifled an amused smile when watching his lineages enjoy breakfast. It was such a small event and yet; the young man couldn't help but become fascinated with what was occurring before his very eyes. After meeting up with the royal trio, Robin excusing himself beforehand to go and speak to the Master Hand, Morgan spoke up about being hungry. Now, as both Chrom and Ike were holding up a conversation revolving around a certain type of skillset called 'aether' and Priam comparing his forefathers Ragnall to his own, the prince had a few moments to himself to survey the situation.

Just this morning with the sole intention of making a proper first impression with the current Exalt of Archanea- no, Ylisse as Lucina explained a while back- Marth thought the weekend would go by in a flash of catch-up as well as getting to know how his family from afar were.

Now, however, as the blue-eyed prince took in the sight concerning a giggling Morgan glancing at Lucina as the young mother attempted to jab her fork into a plump grape that was situated upon her plate, Marth realized without doubt that each moment around his kin were going to be cherished undeniably.

If only Caeda were here…

"Mom you don't need to even use a fork!" Laughing between her words, Morgan reached over and plucked the fruit from Lucina's plate. Ignoring her mother's surprised 'hey', the ten year old popped the grape into her mouth and grinned up at the glaring princess with daring eyes.

Raising an eyebrow in an almost challenging way, Lucina rested her elbow on the kitchen table before cupping her chin, still locking eyes with her mischievous daughter.

"I don't recall giving you permission to eat my food, Bunny Blue." Easing out the nickname she called Morgan with complete affection, Lucina moved to the right until she was nose to nose with her little girl.

Locked in a staring contest, Lucina attempting to fight off a smile whilst Morgan covered her mouth with both hands; her eyes crinkling in absolute amusement.

All conversations slowly died down as both Chrom and Ike glanced over to witness the mother/daughter occurrence. Not paying mind to the other occupants, Lucina inched closer until her nose bumped lightly into Morgan's. At once, the eldest princess acted out by pulling away, leaving room so she could grab ahold of her dear child before pulling Morgan onto her own lap.

"No stealing my grapes! No stealing!" Lucina snickered as she began tickling Morgan. The young bluenette choked out in laughter as she wiggled around with intentions to escape her tickle-torture.

"St-Mommy!" Morgan yelled between bouts of childish laughter. Tears beginning to form, Morgan could only release half-hearted pleas as Lucina only continued her torment.

Finally did the young woman take pity as she stopped her actions and instead wrapped her arms around her daughter's petite frame. Nuzzling her face into Morgan's neck, Lucina gave a quick peck on the child's pale cheek as Morgan attempted to control her breathing.

"Are you going to steal my food again?" The time-traveller questioned out before placing her chin on the top of her offsprings crown. A shake of her head was all Morgan gave as raised her face up to meet Lucina's eyes, causing the teenager to slightly pull away.

"Hehe.." An impish smirk was all that responded back just as Morgan reached up and poked Lucina on the nose. "Maaaybeee..."

Princess Zelda was known for hiding her emotions. After losing her family at a young age, being dethroned only to be shoved away in an abandoned tower of her castle, and losing possession of her own body for a short time, the soon-to-be queen found she was no longer surprised with any major events.

This, however, this was different.

"So auntie Zelda," Morgan piped up as she swung her feet happily while sitting on the library table. "How old were you when you first begun to learn magic?"

Glancing up from her book of spells that was delivered recently from her dear caretaker, Impa, Zelda blinked twice when remembering the youth of her childhood.

"Perhaps around the age of six. I suppose gaining the power to open and close doors with a quick motion of my hand was the first sign of being… different."

At her words did the young girl cock her head to the side, completly baffled with her troubling statement.

"In Hyrule, the land I look over, magic is not something to be proud of. Rather," heaving out a sigh, Zelda closed her book after making sure she placed her bookmark in its rightful place. Looking up, Zelda locked eyes with the child, "being able to cast magic is considered abnormal."

Morgan leaned forward a tad when hearing the older woman's words. Grimacing when noticing the princess begin to bite her bottom lip, a terrible habit Zelda picked up whenever she was mentally brewing over a rather unpleasant memory.

"Hyrule was built upon the power of the four goddesses'. Din, Farore, and Nayru were the three common deities that travelled through the years as their names became a legend." Zelda paused when recounting the handful of lessons revolving around her world's history. Sliding a gloved hand over the cover of her tome, the princess gave a timid smile before continuing on. "However, the citizens forgot about the last of the bunch who was said to have saved the Hylians in their most desperate times."

Morgan's eyes widened as she moved her body forward, being careful as to not lose balance and fall off the table. Now completely engrossed within the story, the child did not notice the library entry doorway open.

"Well-" Zelda began, only to be cut off by the soothing sound of Lucina's voice.

"Bunny Blue?" Lucina questioned as Link, Pit, and Samus trailed from behind. Giving her parent a beaming smile, Morgan hopped off the table and scrambled over to an awaiting Lucina.

"Mom! Did you know auntie Zelda knows magic like me?!"

"Yes-"

"She is also a princess just like me!"

"She is-"

"Auntie Zelda even started telling me about these four goddesses that created the world!" The child rocked back and forth on the heels of her tiny feet, a wide grin covering her pink lips.

Samus fought to hide an amused smirk whilst Pit gave out a bellowing laugh. The last of the three only took a discreet glance towards his empress, trying to gauge her reaction. When finding Zelda have a look of tranquil did Link allow a sigh of relief to escape from his body.

Samus stepped forward before ruffling Morgan's pixie-cut hair, causing the little girl to grumble in objection.

"Might wanna lay off the sugar and chocolate, kid." The blonde eased out as she moved to situate herself on the very same table Morgan occupied not too long ago. Crossing her blue spandex-clad legs, the very suit that caused Chrom to do a double take when first greeting the bounty hunter only an hour prior, Samus flicked her long strands over her shoulder. "Now I know why my parents high-tailed it out of my life; children talk too much."

"Samus!" Zelda scolded in surprise when hearing her words.

"What happened to your mom and dad?" Morgan questioned as she inched closer towards her mother.

"Not a pretty story. Let's leave it at that." Was all she said.

The ten year old stole a glance up towards Lucina, finding the young woman shake her head with quiet movements. Understanding the silent request as to not push the female fighter anymore, Morgan only cuddled deeper into Lucina's side.

"Oh. Um." Morgan turned her eyes back towards Zelda, "can I hear you story later on?"

The princess only nodded in return.

The academic room which was complete with a grand piano, a small center revolving around art appliances, as well as other educational pieces that helped pass the time was normally in a state of contentment.

The slamming of a fist on a table, however, broke any and all peace that it once withheld.

"Dammit!" Chrom groaned out as he inspected the chess board. Hearing a snort from opposite his position, the Exalt propped his chin onto his hand as Robin gave out an exasperated sigh. The minutes ticked away from the grandfather clock nearby as the occupants filling the room continued on with the game.

The silence broke as Marth whom was a few feet away began whistling the Archena anthem. The older man only heightened the volume of his voice when noticing Chrom's eye began twitching with agitation.

'Annnny moment now...'

"Is there a reason as to why you're doing that?" Chrom snapped.

Crossing his arms, Marth gave out a tired sigh. "You are far too slow, Chrom."

"He's a damn tactician! The hell should I do?!"

Standing up from his seated position, Marth moved towards the game before gripping a stray piece. "This," with those words, did the Hero King bounce the chess fragment around the checkered table, stunning both Robin and Chrom.

"Wait… What?!" The snow-haired man cried out, his brown orbs tracing back each movement with growing annoyance. Chrom, on the other hand, only gave an amused laugh as Marth resumed his former position.

"Who won?" A man wearing a midnight-black outfit piped up. Cloud who entered the room along with Rosalina, Peach, and Captain Falcon surveyed the bittersweet environment. When noticing the different expressions slapped on each individual's face did the man receive his answer. "Never mind."

"No… I demand a rematch!" Robin declared boldly as he stood up and pointed his index finger towards Marth. Giving off a 'I-don't-care' mood, Marth only rolled his eyes before grabbing a stray book that was situated on the nearby end table.

"Not interested."

Before any of the fighters could take action, Captain Falcon stepped in the direction of Chrom. Said man only raised an eyebrow in question.

"Falcon. Captain Falcon," the masked-man boomed out whilst thrusting his hand inches from Chrom's face.

"Um-"

"We've met but you weren't in any condition so I'll let your ill-behaved action slide." Captain Falcon interrupted as a sneaky smirk claimed his lips. Fighting the urge to roll her eyes, Peach crossed her arms as the princess witnessed the scene.

"Please pay him no mind, Chrom. Falcon enjoy's edging-"

Chrom stood up, cutting off Peach whom was too busy rambling on. "It's Chrom and my manners were not uncivil. Actually," narrowing his sky-blue eyes, the father continued on. "Since you took the easy way out of a battle by luring me into a near-ambush, I've been thinking that a rematch should be in order."

"Um, Chrom." The tactician scratched the back of his head just as Marth discarded the book he was feigning interest in. Captain Falcon only smiled.

Cloud leaned onto his sword, "sweet. A match."

"Ex-Excuse me?!" Lucina's voice cracked when hearing Robin's words. The princess wasted not time and rushing down the second floor hallway, hearing both her child as well as her dear… friend follow only seconds later.

"He didn't want me to tell you! Lucina you can't go there or Chrom will have my neck!" Robin trailed behind as he grasped his daughter's hand. Having just told the princess about a match between a certain swordsman and bounty hunter, Robin was beginning to regret his action.

"Oh shut up!"

Hearing her mother's words, Morgan released a surprised gasp as the trio neared the ground level. "Mom!"

"Sorry, Bunny."

"You still have to put a coin in the swear jar, Mom."

Arriving at the entrance of the training room, Lucina weaved her way around a bundle of female smashers that gossiped excitedly about the 'good looking swordsman with the odd sense of fashion'.

'Unbelievable!' Lucina huffed out when hearing their words. 'My father does not have bad fashion taste!'

Finally, did the group catch up to where Chrom and Captain Falcon were choosing the type of stage they preferred as well as certain items that would be beneficial for both men. Not leaving room for her mother to say a word, Morgan scrambled ahead of her parents and wrapped her tiny arms around Chrom's waist.

"Granddad!" The petite princess cried out, surprising the king. "Please don't fight! I don't want you to get hurt!"

"Morgan-"

"I'll be good for now on, I promise! I'll eat my dinner and I won't put pink dye in aunt Cynthia's hair products again!"

"... Wait, that was you?!"

"Grandmomma will be so sad if you-"

Pulling his rambling daughter away from the baffled swordsman, Robin leaned down onto his knees to come face-to-face with Morgan. "Easy there, Hun. Calm down and take a deep breath."

The child did just that, letting all of the air out of her body before opting for a glum expression.

After making sure Morgan had a clear head, Lucina turned towards her parent.

"What is the meaning of this, Father? To enter a match while visiting; who even gave you this idea?"

"Right here, Sweetheart." Captain Falcon popped up as the famous racecar driver slung an arm over Lucina's shoulder. Shooting the man a dirty look, Lucina stepped out of his reach and crossed her arms.

"Why am I not surprised." The young woman mumbled with agitation as once again Captain Falcon moved too close within her personal space.

Taking in the scene, Morgan pushed her way between Captain Falcon and her mother with the sole intention of creating distance. Besides her grandfather, Morgan didn't like allowing men to get too close to Lucina. Especially Gerome and Inigo.

Obviously her father was welcomed to be as close as he wanted to. Morgan actually approved of that very thought.

"Who are you?" Morgan spoke up as she pointed an accusatory finger in the strangers direction. Ignoring her mother's scolding tone involving the problem with pointing fingers at others, Morgan propped both hands onto her hip as a 'no-nonsense' attitude overtook her tiny figure.

"The name's Falcon, Captain Fal-"

Chrom felt himself cringe when hearing the repetitive statement, "enough already! Morgan, Captain Falcon. There. Now I'm choosing the stage."

"Father! You promised beforehand to not indulge in any battles." Lucine chided the twenty-three year old as the intercom above alerted the surrounding onlookers. Hearing the voice give a five minute warning before the next match began, Chrom wasted no time in reaching over and pressing a gloved finger onto the touch screen, pushing the 'start' button.

"Too late."

Mouth agap, Lucina felt her right eye twitch with annoyance. Just as the time-traveller was to initiate an argument with a smirking Chrom, Robin managed to quickly step in with arms raised in a calming motion.

"Calm down you two." With a firm voice, the tactician continued on. "It's true that you promised Lucina and I when arriving here that you would not participate in any challenges, Chrom. Why the sudden change?"

In response to the snow-colored hair man, Chrom shifted uncomfortably as a furious scowl overtook his expression. The ruler casted a hateful glance in the direction of his opponent to be.

"Because even to this day, both Basilio and Flavia still make jests about my defeat. They constantly speak of my surviving a war against a dragon only to fall to a masked man in far too tight clothing." Chrom paid no heed to the scowl that overcame Captain Falcon, instead opting to cross his muscular arms across his chest.

Lucina, for a moment, could only blink in slight bewilderment before the reality of her father's words came crashing down. Trying little to hold back her skyrocketing agitation, Lucina felt her voice come out hoarse.

"... You are engaging in a match… because of your pride!?" The volume of her tone started to climb with each word as a voice overhead spoke out.

"All participants please gather to the dome. Repeat, all participants please gather to the dome for the upcoming match." With that, the bundle of onlookers quickly made way for said room, vying to snag a seat that held a perfect view for what was about to occur.

Lucina felt her frame being pushed to the side as a multitude of bodies trampled her way. Clicking her tongue as would a parent, the sword fighter grasped her daughter's hand and pulled the duo away from the commotion.

Finally did she shift her attention to Chrom who was busy preparing himself.

'Dammit.' It was too late to cancel the match. Captain Falcon was already ahead in the arena and Chrom was unsheathing his legendary sword. Understanding what little power she had, Lucina could only watch on as her father turned towards her with an all-too-pleased grin.

"Sorry dear, I really am." Chrom leaned over to give a soft kiss on his granddaughter's forehead before ruffling her blue locks, causing Morgan to puff out her cheeks in protest. The hero then aimed his attention towards Lucina who only had a look of exasperation. Before she could even utter another word, Chrom knew he had won the fight.

"I can tell persuading you is not going to occur anytime soon. Whenever you have that expression both mother and I know arguing would be all for naught." Lucina gave a half-hearted shrug as Chrom released an amused laugh at her choice of words.

The irony woven within his daughter's statement was far too much for the twenty-three year old to handle. More often than not, his beloved wife and himself would stay up talking through the night about their headstrong daughter that had the determination to rival that of Grima himself. Once Lucina had put her mind to something, there was little to nothing Chrom or Sumia could do. If Morgan tried hard enough, on very rare occasions could the child sway her mother's mind.

There was no point in bringing that subject to front as Chrom instead turned his attention towards the 'friendly' battle that was about to ensure. The man was smart to know if he were to get into an argument with Lucina, the two would play the silent game up until the moment one of the royals broke down and apologized.

"Come on, Luce." Chrom soothed out as he gave the agitated child a smile. "You're not going to cheer on your dear father? After everything I've been through." Placing a hand to his heart, Chrom looked on as Lucina's expression quickly turned sorrowful. To say she was gullible was an understatement.

Morgan raised an eyebrow, "wait. Mom he's trying to-"

"My apologies father I was just too caught up with worrying for your health. I would never wish to place myself in the way of your happiness."

"Mom don't fall-"

Interrupting Morgan whom was waving her hands rapidly with hopes of catching Lucina's attention, Chrom offered a satisfied smile whilst feeling a tinge of guilt stab his chest. Playing dirty was never his intention, especially when it came to his little girl. However, Chrom felt desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Perfect! Now why don't the two of you go join Robin. The match is beginning and I don't plan on forfeiting." On those parting words, Chrom spun on his heel and lead the way towards the double doors. Just as the three were to part ways, Chrom snapped his fingers as a thought broke free.

"Luce. After the match, there's something I want to tell you." Casting a sidelong glance, Chrom continued on as he fought down the ever growing smile that was struggling to break free. "It's about Lucina… from this time, I mean."

Hearing his words, said woman gave Chrom a questioning look as Morgan blinked her brown eyes with matching confusion.

Fearing the worst, the princess opened her mouth only to have a male voice beat out her own.

"Chrom! The match." Robin called out from the entryway. Having saved a spot for his tiny family of three, the tactician secretly grew excited for what he was about to watch. Of course he'd never tell Lucina and Morgan, opting to want to live for a few more decades.

"It's nothing of concern, Lucina. Rest assured. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a rather cocky opponent to put back in his place." Copying his earlier movements, Chrom ruffled Lucina's hair before making his way towards the strange glowing light that was briefly described as a 'teleportation device'.

After a moment of silence, Morgan sneaked a peek up to her parent.

"You know he was playing you right, Momma?"

The cheering across the vast room was a rarity in Marth's opinion. Normally a regular match would fill a good portion of the benches whilst a weekend excursion would haul in a few thousand more onlookers.

This was different however. Marth had never seen so many people from different lands gathered within one location. How they managed to arrive on such short notice was beyond his expectations.

On one hand, the Hero King was pleased with how his descendents came to be. Never in his lifetime had the blue-haired king expected to meet his family members from centuries into the future.

Squished between both Ike and Priam whom were at the moment not speaking with one another due to their massive ego, Marth flinched when Ike clapped his hands together in agitation.

"Let's get this show on the road! I want to see some blood be spilt." At his vulgar words, Marth shot him a venomous glare that could cool ice.

The Exalt shifted within his chair moments before his eyes caught ahold of Lucina and her companions. Gifting the young woman a warm smile, Marth looked on as Robin offered her a seat a few rows down before sitting himself. Morgan happily plopped herself onto Lucina's lap, ignoring her father's light scolding involving her age and how she was too old to be doing such actions.

The king chuckled to himself whilst observing the family. The trio were quite an adorable sight he had to admit.

"Come onnnnn-" Ike groaned out just as the match horns alerted the eager crowd. As both opponents stepped out into the bright spotlight, Ike leaned over towards Marth and nudged his friend.

"I bet fifty pieces of gold on Falcon."

"Ike I'm not playing along with your petty games…"

"One hundred pieces of gold."

Silence.

"Make it two hundred and you have yourself a deal."

Not too keen on writing about the upcoming match due to never writing about a battle before. I will however do so if you would like me to. Comment and I see what your thoughts are. Have a great New Years and stay safe!