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#anyways shout out to morgan for having amnesia!
sieglinde-freud · 1 year
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i love the awakening kids but i also hate them so much at the same time because they all have the exact same problem in that they all insist on dealing with their problems on their own! they have literally endured two worlds worth of trauma but wont talk to anyone about it! not with eachother, not with their parents, no one!! it has to be coaxed or bribed out of them because theyre all convinced that opening up is equivalent to burdening other people and it’s just!! not true!!
laurent refuses to talk about how being isolated for five years changed him until his dad and lucina push him! severa wont talk to her mom out of fear until cordelia makes a deal with her! inigo wont open up to his dad until he almost dies! kjelle convinced herself she cant show a smidge of weakness or else everyone will die! brady convinced himself his insecurities are a liability! owain and cynthia would rather die in their alternate personas than admit theyre not as happy as they let on! im not even gonna touch gerome’s refusual to talk about his feelings with a ten foot pole. nah was neglected by her foster parents and forces herself to treat it like its not a big deal BUT LIKE. IT IS? noire was literally abused by tharja and talks about like all she did was get a slap on the wrist once. yarne is carrying the livelihood of an ENTIRE RACE on his shoulders. admittedly hes probably the one who talks about it the most, but honestly. he deserves to! because what the fuck?? dude?!
and lucina. oh my god lucina. i dont even think i can put into words how much pressure she was under in her own timeline, and how much she had to repress in order to be the exalt her people needed, even though she knew she was leading her friends into a losing war. and then we literally see her first moments in canon timeline of awakening, the first thing she sees is her father who she misses more than anything in the world, and she cant even react to him?! she cant tell him how much she loves him, how much she missed him, she cant cry, she cant do ANYTHING shes quite literally hiding everything behind her mask. and then she continues to hide it all for TWO YEARS until she accidentally slips up, but the fact that it was an accident means she was going to keep up the marth facade. like GIRL. JUST HUG YOUR DAD!!!
anyways this is all to say they make me emo
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yukiwrites · 5 years
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Morgan, Talking Dragons
Thank you so much for commissioning me again, @xpegasusuniverse! Morgan’s reactions are always so funny to write! I hope you like it! ;D
Summary: Morgan, now Linfan, finds out that Corrin can turn into a dragon -- but is he a manakete? Why hasn’t Odin informed her of this?! Such an interesting thing... she needs to investigate!
Commission info HERE and HERE!
Ever since Morgan fell into the Forgotten Kingdom and assumed the name of Linfan, she had yet to fight by Prince Corrin's side.
There were a myriad of reasons, most of them being that she technically became Prince Leo's retainer alongside her brother Odin, so she would mostly fight by their side instead of the commander of the army's.
Nevertheless, she never really thought much about who was beside her during battle due to how used she was to fighting alongside Owain, Severa and Inigo. They were an undefeated team, and despite the flights of fancy characteristic of her bloodline, she and her brother never got tired of their little group.
Of course, the one usually issuing orders of who would fight where was Corrin himself, though he himself also thought it better to leave Linfan beside the people who knew her from before, so the thought of fighting alongside her never crossed his mind, either.
One day, however...
"It's an ambush!" One soldier shouted from atop the hill they were camped at. "We can't see them very well, but there must be hundreds heading this way!"
Linfan, Corrin and Azura were taking a walk as the songstress told them all about that strange yet wonderful place. The prince glanced at both women and nodded.
"Anyone who can bear arms, come forward! We fight for our lives!" Corrin vociferated, a body as slender as his unfitting of such a strong and deep voice.
"I wonder if I can shoot my Thoron from a distance...!" Linfan quickly took out her favored tome, running beside her friend.
"Don't do anything you're not used to!" Corrin's voice seemed to deepen, making Linfan glance at him while they ran towards the edge of camp, where the ambush had been set. She widened her eyes once she saw something shining by the prince's hands: A dragonstone!
It was of a different shape and color, but she would recognize those anywhere!
"Lord Corrin, you're-" her mouth ran before she could think, the prince transforming mid-run and taking flight right after. "Whoa!" Linfan brought one arm over her eyes so as to shield them from the dust kicked by the strong wind. "He's a-"
Azura nodded beside Linfan. "A dragon, yes. I suppose you never had the chance to witness it in battle."
Morgan's jaw dropped, watching Corrin fly through camp and shoot a water-y thing at the purple-y invisible-y enemies. "B-but he doesn't have the ears?" She made a pinching movement over her left ear, pulling it backwards.
The princess frowned slightly. "He does, however?" She said, though it felt like a question. "Maybe you never noticed because of his hair."
"Holy cow!" Linfan slapped her forehead. "But manakete's ears are too long to be covered by hair..." She mumbled, the both of them finally reaching the ambush, redying themselves for battle. "Ohh, I gotta kick Brother's ass for this! He never told me there were manaketes over here!"
Despite their large numbers, the invisible enemies had no real strategy, simply throwing themselves at the first blade they found in their way. The battle was won before noon, without many casualties.
Odin ran to where his sister was, worried for having a skirmish away from her. "Linfan! Linfan, are you alright?" He cupped both hands around his mouth to shout for her.
"Brother! There you are!" Morgan waved from afar -- she had just been helping the healers carry a basket of herbs into the med tent.
"Linfan!" The mage sagged his shoulders with relief, trotting to where his little sister was. "How are you holding up? I don't see any injurie- OW! Hey, you just kicked my shin! What's that about?!" He jumped on one foot, holding the struck shin with both hands.
Morgan pointed right into her brother's nose. "You never told me Lord Corrin was a manakete! By Naga, this is the most surprising thing I learned since coming here!" She gestured as though her mind had been blown. "And his dragon form is so strange! He has horns! And he shoots, uh, water? He's shorter than the manaketes we know, too..."
Odin panicked, looking left and right to check if anyone was listening in. They were surrounded by people, their little show of sibling love catching more than a lot of unwanted attention. "L-Linfan, this isn't the best place-"
The apprentice tactician wasn't listening, however. She gestured as though in a trance. "Did you SEE his dragon form, Brother?! He's, like, four-legged? But he has thin fingers! ... Oh, wait! Wait, wait, wait...!" She covered her mouth in shock, frowning deeply.
Her brother stared, his mouth agape, knowing he was unable to stop her once she got this invested in babbling about something.
Linfan tilted her head to him, as though about to utter a secret. "Do you think... he can stop wyrmslayers barehanded?"
"Uh," Odin opened his mouth to retort, though he wasn't sure what to respond to that.
Morgan bounced back, clenching both fists up. "'Cause, you see, his dragon form has longer arms! He can totally put them over his head and SNAP," she slapped both hands in a loud clap, "stop a blade barehanded!"
"Mor- uh, Linfan." Odin finally managed to snap out of it, squeezing his sister's shoulder. "We shouldn't talk about manaketes out loud." He looked to the sides, worried about the following around them. "Lord Corrin isn't one-"
A familiar voice cut him in, as though an icy blade piercing through his uneasy heart. "'Manakete'? And my Brother is not one, Odin?" Leo spoke from behind, clearing his throat.
"What kinda word IS that, anyway? Sounds like a hoshidan delicacy or something." Takumi commented beside his nohrian counterpart, crossing his arms.
Odin started to sweat in buckets, his body freezing. "We, uh..."
"Oh, Elise and Sakura are here, too!" Linfan waved to the young princesses. The four royals had found themselves amidst the chaos of battle and stuck around to check on the wounded.
"Y-you were so passionate, we didn't want to interrupt..." Sakura stuttered, clutching both hands over her chest.
"But that sounds awesome!" Elise bounced, "now I wanna ask if Big Brother can actually stop a sword with his bare, uh... claws? I don't think he has hands when he's in dragon form..."
"OH!! That's a nice idea! I have experience in hand-chopping!" Linfan sprung up to her friends' side, her eyes shining with a tiny hint of mischief.
"Wait, wait," Takumi raised both hands, "you have experience in training dragons to stop wyrmslayers over their heads? I thought you didn't have memories from the past?" He narrowed his eyes to her.
Odin's head shot up, ready to blurt out something on the spot to cover for his sister, but she was faster.
"HEYA!" She yelled, hand-chopping Takumi's head.
The blow landed with a loud bonk.
"OUCH!!" The hoshidan prince covered his head with both hands. "Hey, what's the big idea?!"
"Fufufu," Morgan blew her fingernails with a smirk. "It's a legendary technique only known to the fiercest of swordmasters!! It's ingrained in my blood to conquer it!!" She made an extravagant pose, and if Odin didn't know better, he would actually praise her for the great save.
But he knew she was just saying whatever came to her mind, forgetting that they were actually lying to everyone about her amnesia and their secret background.
That seemed to hit Takumi intimately. "F-fiercest swordmasters?! Then Ryoma knows it for sure!" He puffed his chest. "And I'll learn it, too."
"Ohoh?" Linfan placed both hands over her hips, triumphant. "I shall bestow the knowledge upon you! Hiya!!" She chopped again, but this time, Takumi managed to evade it. "You're not supposed to dodge it, fool! You have to catch it, hiya, hiya, hiya!"
"H-hey, that's foul play- there are too many people here!"
"No excuses! Hiya!!"
Odin gave up getting anxious about the whole situation, sighing in displeasure. Leo cocked an eyebrow.
"So?" The prince asked, placing both hands behind his back.
"Wah! L-Lord Leo!" Odin quickly straightened his back.
"I'm waiting, Odin." Leo ticked his foot on the ground. "What's this 'manakete' and why did Linfan think my brother was one?"
The noise of Morgan running after a screaming Takumi under Elise's and Sakura's laughter turned into background noise.
"We, uh... Know a few... manaketes? From where we came from?"
Leo furrowed his brow. "Why are you asking me? Are you hiding more things from me, Odin?"
The mage's knees gave out. "P-perish the thought, milord! This Odin Dark is simply shaken because his little sister remembered something, that's all!"
Unamused, Leo simply shifted the weight of his body to another leg. "Let's suppose I believe you for now. My question was still left unanswered, though."
Opening and closing his mouth like a fish, Odin almost fried his legendary brain trying to get out of that one. "M-manaketes are... dragon shapeshifters from back home." Finding no way out, he decided to tell the truth in layers.
"What?!" Leo took a step towards his retainer, squeezing both of his shoulders. "Your land has that many royals with a strong Ancient Dragon's blood?"
Odin's mouth pulled with an almost smirk. "Y-yes, that's exactly it! The royals of our lands are called manaketes and they can t-turn to dragons! Different dragons, but still-"
"You must tell me more about this." Leo lifted his chin up, urging Odin to put himself on his feet. "Come, tell me more over dinner." He turned on his heel and started walking towards the mess hall.
Flinching, the mage quickly ran after his master. "L-Lord Leooo!"
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