#manakete au

[satsuha]

just wanted to draw the outfits

[wardencommanderrodimiss]

maybe the funniest way to resolve the Three Frat Houses AU timeline issues of having characters from Shadows of Valentia (takes place right at the same time as Shadow Dragon) and Awakening (takes place like 2000 years after Shadow Dragon) existing at the same time is to say fuck it and have two suspiciously geographically similar continents, one called Ylisse and one called Archanea. How are the coastline of two separate continents nearly the same. That's weird.

Actually wait would there be two sets of suspiciously similar continents? Do Valentia and Valm exist in tandem, as well? Or is it all just Valentia and Say'ri and Virion have to deal with the Duma Faithful as their neighbors. I think Valm and Valentia have to be separate continents because Valm has a volcano smack in the middle of what would be Zofia, which does not have a volcano next door to its castle.

That's even funnier, honestly. Science in this world knows about plate tectonics but no one has an explanation for Valm-Valentia or Ylisse-Archanea. Naga hit the copy-paste buttons and then tweaked a few things and said "good enough."

Also I know I said that I wasn't canonizing time travel in this AU, but I think actually one person has time-traveled, and that's Tiki. Tiki blurred between parts of the timeline and there is a tiny Tiki in Archanea and an adult Tiki in Valm. Little Tiki has vague awareness of the presence of her future self here in this timeline, but she's not all that worried about it. She has told Bantu and Marth about this, but Bantu is just relieved that Tiki managed to survive to grow up without any more weird cult stuff happening to her, and Marth thinks it's some childish flight of fancy that Tiki dreamed up and doesn't put any stock into it. Big Tiki is not about to enlighten him because Big Tiki is still thematically about the grief of outliving everyone you love and much as she wants to go see Marth and Caeda and the gang, she's still trying to decide whether she wants to burden them with the knowledge of her own future grief. Will her friends be happy to see her grow up so proud and strong, or will they be hurt when they see how she hurts to have outlived them by 2000 years.

Also she figures she's gotta take her time to steel herself for the inevitable point when everyone starts asking her what life is like in the future. There's gonna be so many questions about flying cars. She can feel it in her heart.

So Big Tiki's got some weird existential stuff going on and she's got a bit of a gay thing with Say'ri going on and she still lives in a tree. An icon, really.

"Hey Roddy so if Mila is the goddess of Zofia in Valentia, which is a totally separate continent, why's there a place called the Mila Tree in Valm--" Don't Think About It. Actually do think about it. Make it funny. Valmese legend states that the goddess Mila died and the Mila Tree grew up over her corpse, and they think that Zofia's Mila is an imposter. Papal schism but make it about the church of dragon milf. No, the other dragon milf. No, the other other--

[nammyfanficsblog]

I have little headcanon for FE: Engage,

Do you ever wonder if unit equip emblem ring so long that they start to transform into those emblem a little bit even without engaging? Not in the bad way but because their bonds are really high that they are like becoming one.

I think it would be cool if the Max Lv. Of engage let us see that.

But the change isn't permenent just when they equip the ring / bracelets long enough. ( and if they unequip it, the effect will be gone)

EX.

I give Diamant the Tiki's emblem and imagine that he starts to have dragon's feature like having a tail even he wasn't engaging and he is fine with it ( Amber is amused by this and Jade said he looks cute with tail and want to write about it) , also he has the dragon eyes , fangs and claws when angry.

Alfred's hair having blue strip when equip with Sigurd's ring. Celine's hair is having red / orange strip when equip with Celica's ring.

Since Alcryst has Roy's ring, He also has red strip on his hair and think it's cool cause he is match with Alear's.

[drgnbnd]

what if manaketes had various, complex and complicated relationships with their human forms..!!

bonus:

[elvthali]

still having the. hardest time with focusing tbh so some dragon laguz/manakete sketches I guess;;;;

[futurefind]

//vibrates in the general direction of dragon aus sa

[good-beansdraws]

*Looks longingly at my many wips and the 900+ drafts to queue on my main blog, drops some very unfinished fe doodles, then goes to bed* I just feel like sharing a little, ya know?

@edam-shame I have to redo a lot of this turnwheel Alm we've been talking about but this is the early sketch at least lol

[felikatze]

FE brainrot continues. Based on base Keaton's battle artwork in FEH, which made me realize what a babygirl pose that truly is. Okuma Yugo drew both base Keaton and Halloween Dogboy Grima, which automatically makes him my hero forever.

Anyway. Wolfskin Isabeau.

This is where I hit you with my FE crossover headcanons.

The two wolfskin characters that exist are, to put it mildly, fucking morons. Both Keaton and his daughter Velouria (the only playable Wolfskin) are well and truly Dogs in personality. They like smelling things and collecting cool looking rocks and bones.

They are both named after fabrics.

I think, beastfolk have it better in a place like Vaugarde. Their ability to shift shapes at will is seen as a boon from the Change God themself. They're admired, nearly holy.

And yet. And yet.

Why do they change shape into... this? Into animals? Are they humans who change into animals, or animals who change into humans? Their abilities are praised in theory, but in practice, anybody's bound to freak out when someone turns into a huge wolf creature in front of them.

There's no real stigma against being beastfolk, but, well, don't show it, will you?

I think, Isabeau keeps his nails short, even though they always grow far too quickly. He smiles with a closed mouth to hide his teeth. His ears are weighed down by earrings, so they wiggle less. There's nothing he can really do about the tail, but people at least find that charming.

He plays into the stereotypes on purpose. Acts like a dog for jokes, to make others laugh. Because a dumb wolfskin is expected. Because a dumb wolfskin is less threatening. Someone with intelligence and cunning, who can also tear you to shreds with their bare hands?

....People don't like that very much.

But Isabeau didn't like being shy and demure, didn't like dancing around what he is. What he's always been. When he Changed, he wanted to be bolder, wanted to be someone who others look up to, confide in - not just something like a cute pet.

It's about confidence, and gender, and all of that, yes. It is also about being honest to the monster inside of you. As the journey progresses, he lets it trickle out, bit by bit. Using claws instead of closed fists. Hitting harder, faster, using his senses to warn others of danger.

Here, this is useful. Once the journey ends, and it stops being useful... Well, he better reign it in, right? But it's exhilirating to be honest to his own capabilities. He doesn't know if he can go back. He doesn't know if he wants to.

Also thinks about. Wolfskin Isabeau within the context of Manakete Siffrin.

Siffrin, who, at first, doesn't even realize he's not human either.

For the first time, there's someone who just... isn't fazed by beastkin at all. Sure, Odile wasn't scared, but she'd never met a wolfskin before and Isabeau had still been a curiosity, comparing to the kitsune Odile knew. Yet Siffrin didn't even seem to know what a beastkin is.

Just utterly at ease, with whatever Isabeau shows them. Of course he'd fall in love.

Of course he'd accept every single monstrous part of Siffrin, too. Whenever Siffrin is just a little too quick, a little too strong, when their long ears flick or his eyes reflect the light oddly - when Isabeau sees that Siffrin could be just like him - yeah, of course he'd fall even harder.

I have more thoughts on how Siffrin would feel on their end (how they feel feral compared to Isabeau, who controls himself with perfect precision, how they feel rabid after being restrained for so long), but this is honestly long enough.

Hi to everyone who clicked that readmore, I hope the length of this jumpscared you. Ask me about my isat/fe AUs. Any of them. Please.

[ro-botany]

idk. budget manakete robin au. do u see my vision

Top left: Prologue/most of arc 1. Assumed to be a manakete. (Actually more similar to an early pre-dragon stage of dragon evolution than a bonafide manakete, due to his family line selectively breeding themselves to be more draconic + pursuing shapeshifting, to be more like Grima.) Dragonstones make him viscerally uneasy so he stays away from them.

Top right: Post-timeskip, pre-Grima-reveal? They found out about the sewn-shut eyes and decided to heal them properly. Also stopped filing down the horns and they grew out. May or may not have used a dragonstone at this point. Increasingly concerned about what these features really mean. (fun shit happens when they figure out who they're a reincarnation of but it's a secret >:])

Bottom two: Grima. >:] He purposely shapeshifts his mouth to be fucked up for the intimidation factor. It might return to normal if he ever decides to be sincere for a second (highly unlikely, he's allergic to sincerity).

The form that comes naturally/is most comfortable to them if/when they use a dragonstone. Some kind of bug with pterosaur arms and a beak?

Purposely a lot smaller and slightly less grotesque than Giant City-Sized Grima, due to this being an alive reincarnation of Grima, and not a zombified corpse packed full of souls and modified into a death blimp.

Validar also has draconic horns in this AU, but his point upwards, like the points on his headpiece in canon. I haven't decided if he has cheek eyes or not but if he does he doesn't have all six of them.

[reachfortheskiespeeps]

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[fe-fictions]

Kellam x Robin Commission (An AU where Robin has some dragon-like features, that sets her apart and makes her a little more self-conscious when she gets pregnant,,,!!!!)

It was apparent upon first joining the Shepherds that you were more than just a stranger; you might as well have been a different species. You weren’t like Nowi, whose Manakete form was separate from her human body; the only giveaway was her youthful appearance and her long, pricked ears.

No, your condition was a little different. You looked the age you felt, and your ears were smaller, but still had their pricked tips. On top of that, you had patches of scales scattered across your body.

And there was no ignoring your claws and sharper canines you. It was like you were stuck between being a human and a dragon. It was unnerving to realize how strange you were compared to others. But what made you feel welcome was Kellam.

The quiet knight was such a gentle and compassionate soul. His heart was pure and sweet, and it was very clear that he was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. He just didn’t know it yet…at least, not for the first few months. But sure enough you grew closer and closer, and by the end of the Plegian War, you were wed.

Kellam was never bothered by your appearance, and reminded you how much he loved you with each passing moment.

If he caught you staring at the scales on your neck, he would wrap his arms around you and kiss each one. If you were fiddling with your hands beneath the council table, he would thread his fingers with yours and give it a soft squeeze. They were the perfect size to hold, after all!

And your teeth? He thought they were adorable; and found it amazing how you could break through a whole coconut in a single chomp. 

He was enamored with you, and you adored him. Not just because he accepted you for who you were…he was so tender and had so much depth, getting to know him and growing a relationship with him felt like a privilege.

You cherished Kellam and every moment you shared, your unique relationship between the half-dragon and the invisible knight was a love for the history books.

At least, for Kellam, it was. In spite of all his efforts to assure you that he loved you more than anyone in the entire world, you still had your doubts. You weren’t going to be the only other person in your lives. There was another member of the family that would be joining in, at least seven months from now.

Nowi had sniffed it out first, and Panne had confirmed it for you; there was a baby growing inside you.

Kellam’s baby. 

You could hardly believe your ears when they told you, but it made sense. You’d been feeling a bit off in the last few weeks, constantly restless and tired, more so than usual.

Kellam had been noting your shift in behavior, worried you might be getting sick. But after your visit with the two women who could literally smell a baby in the womb…well, you weren’t concerned about that.

But more so, you were worried about what Kellam would think. Was he ready to be a father? Did he even want to be one? What was he going to think about you being pregnant in the middle of war with Valm?

What would he think of his baby being half…whatever you were?

The nerves would continue to eat away at you, even though you were able to put up a brave front. And it would not take long for your other half to realize you were stewing on something important.

“Robin? You feeling okay?” His question was soft, contrsated with the strong arms that wrapped around you, drawing your back to his broad chest. “You’ve been quiet, lately.”

“Oh, have I? Sorry.” You said dismissively, pretending to review the document you’d been failing to read for the last ten minutes.

“Is it something I can help with?”

“Well…” You trailed off, slowly turning around in his arms so that you could look at him, finding that patient, soft smile that you very rarely felt you deserved.

“What’s on your mind?” He prodded, leaning in just a little closer.

You rested your hands on his chest, your expression difficult to read. “Kellam, what would you think about having a baby?”

He blinked, the question seeming to not quite register in his brain. “What?”

“Do you think having a baby with me is a good idea?”

“I…erm, well…I wouldn’t, uh…” He trailed off, a blush slowly creeping up his cheeks. He looked away for a second, trying to consider his response. “I married you because I wanted you to be part of my family, Robin. I knew that having a family of our own would be on the table at some point, you know?”

“I guess so, yes.”

“I wouldn’t mind having a baby with you. Did…did you want to have one?”

He wtched as your mouth drew into a thin line, then curved into a deep frown. His hands tightened around your waist.

“I don’t know.” You finally answered, your eyes focusing on your fingers. “I…never thought about having a family. I just thought it would always be us. But then, the children are coming from the future, and…I thought, what if one comes from the future and they’re ours? And…and what if we have that child now? Would the child even look like us? I mean, I’m not fully human- what if our baby isn’t even a little bit human?”

“Well, I don’t think you’ll lay an egg, if that’s what you’re thinking.” He replied lightly, though you weren’t changed by his mirth.

“I think that having a baby with you would be….a miracle. I think that if I told you I was pregnant, and you were happy…that would mean the world to me. Because that would be real proof that you really…..that we can really be….”

“I do. And we are.” He finished your thoughts, those which you were too nervous to utter out loud for fear of upsetting him.

He shook his head, touching his forehead to yours.

“Robin, I love you. If we have a baby, I don’t think I could ever express the joy I’d feel!”

“What if they look like me? What if they have sharp teeth, and claws, or…or what if they look even more like a dragon? Would you really be able to look at a child like that?”

“Robin,” He cupped your face, “Listen to me, my love. Our baby will be beautiful. They’ll be the culmination of our love for one another. How could they be anything but beautiful?”

“Oh…” You felt the knot in your chest, sending the lump into your throat. He was beaming at you, wiping away the tears that had gathered without even realizing. “Um, well…then…”

“I think we’ll be all right if we have one in the near future. Once everything is calm, and we have some time to prepare, I think it’d be wonderful to start our own family.”

“I’m so happy to hear you say that.” You whispered, finally meeting his gaze fully. You drew yourself up on your toes, giving him a searing kiss that he more than deserved.

Kellam fell into you that night, the two of you lavishing one another in the warmth and unconditional love that you could hardly fathom he had for you.

Everything was going to be okay. Of course it was.

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Nothing was okay. Everything was awful.

The Shepherds had received a distress call, and were flung into a  rescue mission for a young man who was fighting Risen alone in a nearby cavern. 

It was a beautiful, myseterious place, corrupted by Risen monsters who were trying to go after the young man. A boy who, upon successfully being rescued, was quick to throw himself at Kellam, flinging his arms around your husband with a happy laugh.

“Father!! Thank goodness you saved me! I would’ve been done for, otherwise! And, wow, you look so much younger-- did you find a hot spring or something nearby? Why, it looks like you’re nearly 20 years younger-”

Kellam was already overwhelmed by having a stranger call him “Father”, but now he was full of questions…as were you. Despite the shock of the sudden shift in circumstance, you noticed that Kellam was happy. Stunned, but happy.

He did have a child in the future, just like the other Shepherds. 

You were on the verge of panic. You were staring at a brown-haired, brown-eyed boy who wore Kellam’s armor and had the same sweet smile. But nowhere did he have fangs, nor scales, nor claws…he looked fully human.

The boy claimed Kellam was his father, recognizing him straight away. But you couldn’t bear the idea. The thought that he was…how could he be?

“Morgan,” He introduced himself cheerfully, “My name is Morgan! And if you’re my father’s wife, then you must be my mother, right?”

“You…you don’t know me?” The words were thick in your throat, impossible to choke out. You were reeling from the bombshell he’d just dropped on you both.

“Well, my memory’s a little hazy. I remember Father hurrying me to a portal, and…and I remember waking up here, but…gosh, anything before or after that is really hard to think of. Urgh, my head hurts just trying to.”

“Don’t push yourself, Morgan.” Chrom stepped in, Lucina at his side. “Let’s focus on returning to camp and getting your wounds treated. Then we can look at next steps.”

“Yes, of course.” Morgan chirped, his cheery disposition returning without skipping a beat. 

“Robin…we have a son!” He whispered joyously, grasping your hand, “Isn’t this wonderful? We have so much to talk about!”

You had yet to piece together the reality. You weren’t sure that you could stomach it. Silently, you followed behind your husband and his son, letting them carry on the entire trek back to the camp.

A conscious hand brushed your stomach, the fear thundering in your chest. 

Was this truly your child…?

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When Kellam returned to your tent that night, he was breathless with joy. You were curled up on the bedroll, unlike your usual routine of working until the candlelight went out.

You weren’t asleep, but you didn’t acknowledge him when he came in. You were consumed by your fears.

“Robin, are you still awake?” He asked, your back turned to him. “I’m surprised you’re still here and not spending time with Morgan!”

“I…I’m not feeling well.” You replied, turning over so that you could look up at him. His joy diminished some, kneeling down beside you on the bedding and touching a hand to your forehead.

“You don’t seem to be feverish…are you feeling ill? Is there something I can do for you?”

“I…I don’t think so.” You trailed off, your lips pursed. “I don’t know, Kellam. I’m just stressed. It was a long day, today, and I’m still reeling from the fact that there’s a boy who claims that I’m his mother.”

“It really is a whirlwind. The others didn’t tell me what to expect with finding our child. He’s so amazing, Robin!” 

A strong arm came around your waist, drawing your back to his chest. He pressed his nose to the back of your neck.

“I can hardly believe it. To think we were talking about starting our family just days ago, and now…and now we know what happens! We have a son…we’re going to have a son!”

‘You are going to have a son, at least.’ The thought crossed your mind bitterly, and you pulled back from Kellam, sitting up from the blankets.

“It is a surprise,” You managed to eke out, but it didn’t get any further than that. “I’m sorry, Kellam. Can I have some time alone?”

“Oh,” He pulled back some, “Of course you can, are you- are you okay? Is it something you want to talk about, first?”

“N-no. Not yet.” You shook your head, “I’m sorry, it’s just…it’s a lot to process. I’m not sure what to think of this all, yet.” 

You hesitated for a moment, looking back to your husband with a soft smile. You brushed the hair from his forehead, and left a gentle kiss.

“I will be back soon. I just need a little time.”

This seemed to assuage his concerns, and he nodded, giving your arm a soft squeeze. “Hurry back. I’ll be here waiting for you.”

He watched as you left the tent, the worry still lingering in the back of his mind. It wasn’t unlike you to need some time to yourself, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t still concerned, regardless.

But he would trust you first, and settled back into bed. He was sure he’d wake up with you beside him, like he always did.

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When the sun rose over the hills, and the camp started waking back up. But Kellam was surprised to find that he was waking up alone, that morning. You had not made it back. Or, perhaps you had retand just woke up before he did. He proceeded with getting dressed for the day, worried about how your spot on the bedding was cold.

He didn’t make it far from the tent before Morgan appeared, smiling brightly and holding two training swords.

“Father, good morning!” He greeted Kellam happily, “I hope you slept well. Have you seen Mother around? I wanted to spend some time with her today, maybe get some sparring in before breakfast.”

“Ah, well…” Kellam trailed off, looking back to his tent. “She went on a walk last night, and I haven’t seen her yet this morning. You haven’t seen her around camp?”

“Hmm, now that I think about it, I don’t think I have. We should ask the others!” He decided, and the pair set off to try and locate the half-dragon woman they were seeking.

Unfortunately, nobody they asked had seen you; and worse yet, when he came to Panne and Nowi, he received a pair of very worried looks.

“You lost Robin?” Panne asked with a low voice, looking deadly serious. He didn’t like the shiver that rolled down his spine, but he didn’t fight it.

“I…I suppose I did. I guess it wasn’t a concern, since we’re in a safe territory and we’re not around any immediate danger. I didn’t think letting her walk alone would be a problem.”

“It’s not her that I’m worried about-” Panne hissed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “How could you let her wander off on her own, especially in her condition? What were you thinking, fool?”

“Her condition?” Kellam echoed, confusion clear in his voice. “What are you talking about?”

“She didn’t tell you?” Nowi piped up, and the two women exchanged a concerned look. Now Kellam was really starting to worry.

“No, she didn’t say anything, she…she just said she needed some time alone!” He insisted, “Can you help me find her? Panne, you can hunt her down, can’t you?”

“Yes, I can. Give me something of hers, quickly.” She strode past him, heading for their tent. Kellam and Nowi weren’t far behind.

“I’ll transform so that we can fly overhead and look for her!”

“Nowi, what’s going on? Is Robin sick??” Kellam pressed, but the dragon did not reply. She only followed silently. 

“I think…she’s going to need to tell you.” Nowi’s cryptic reply was nothing but agitating. However they didn’t have time to think on it. Panne went into the tent, but a giant rabbit burst out of it, sprinting past the pair.

“She’s this way! Hurry!!” Panne shouted back at them, frightening all the men and women she leapt by. Nowi quickly transformed and the trio was rushing after you. 

It wasn’t a long trek, mercifully. Within half an hour, Panne had your location locked down and she was there.

They flew past the camp and across the forest, finding a valley at the edge of it. Panne stopped her rush, signaling to Nowi to fly down. The manakete descended, shrinking down as Kellam dismounted.

“She’s over there, by the pond.” She told them, “But you should go alone, man-spawn. Nowi and I are not needed from this point.”

“Oh…okay. Thank you, for helping me find her. Truly.” He bowed his head to both of them, before running to you. Within a few moments, the trees cleared, and he found his wife sitting at the edge of the water, your back to him.

“Robin!!” He called out, closing the distance and coming to you quickly. You rose to your feet, taking a few steps back. It prompted him to slow down, for fear of scaring you.

“Kellam?” You stared at him, looking just as confused as he was. But he wasn’t certain he had a good reason for it. “How did you find me?”

“Panne and Nowi helped track you down. Morgan was wondering where you went, and nobody has seen you this morning…did you…did you not come back to camp last night?”

You looked away. “No. I did not.”

“Why?” He stepped a little closer, “What’s going on? Panne said…something about your condition. What was she talking about? Are you ill?”

“No, I…I’m not ill. I’m fine. I just…I can’t…I can’t handle this.” You shook your head, looking down at your hands. “I don’t know what to think about Morgan. About you.”

“Me?” He echoed, a spike of fear in his chest. “D-did I do something wrong? Please, tell me, Robin! I swear, I never want to hurt you, so whatever I did, please just-”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” You shook your head again, your fingers starting to tremble. “It’s…it’s the future. It’s Morgan. Your son.”

“He’s our son.” Kellam said quieter, but your frown deepened.

“You saw him, Kellam. You saw his face, his body- he doesn’t look like me at all!” You finally said, “He wears armor like you, he has your hair, and your kindness, and…and no scales, or fangs, or- what if he’s just your son? What if he doesn’t know me?”

“Robin…” He was at a loss for words. You were overwhelmed with your fears; that much was obvious. You looked up at him, your brows drawing together as though your tears were about to spill over. 

“What if you find someone else? What if you and I cannot continue, we cannot have a family together? What if we have a child, and you’re so repulsed by it…or w-what if something happens to me, and you have to move on?? Morgan remembered you, but he doesn’t know me! He doesn’t recognize me. What am I supposed to think? If I’m destined to lose you, then- w-what do I do?”

His fists clenched, rushing to close the distance. “You won’t lose me. You’ll never lose me. I love you more than anything- don’t you know that?”

“Of course I…I love you too, Kellam, that’s what frightens me!” You exclaimed, “What happens to me? What happens to you?? That boy doesn’t know anything, but it’s obvious that he’s not ours. He can’t be!!”

“He is, Robin! How can you be so sure that he’s not your son, when you haven’t even spent the time to get to know him? I’ve been with him for a day, and it’s clear that he’s our child. Why are you so afraid of this? Why did you run away??”

“Because I-” You froze, a single tear slipping down your cheek. Your hands came to your middle, and with a deep breath, you finally spoke. 

“Because I’m with child.”

The words struck Kellam like lightning. The gasp he took got stuck in his throat, eyes blown wide with the realization of what you just said. You couldn’t brin yourself to look at him, wrapping your arms around your waist and hugging yourself, anxiousness spilling out.

“And I…I was excited, I was reassured when I spoke with you the other night, but…but when I saw Morgan it changed everything. He doesn’t look like me. He doesn’t have anything to do with me, a-and he doesn’t remember me! What if I’m not there? What if this child inside me isn’t Morgan? What if it’s just a child who becomes a monster, or doesn’t even make it? What if…what if you leave us, because this baby isn’t what you want? What if-”

You could not speak anymore, because Kellam pulled you into a fierce embrace in a single breath. He clung to you, burying his face in your hair and holding onto you for all he was worth.

“Robin…Robin, Robin…my wife…my love…!” His voice was a trembling whisper. You could hear how quickly his heart was beating. “We’re going to have a baby now…oh, I can’t believe it!!”

Your hands slowly came around him, resting on his back with tentative joy. He was so happy, he was in tears…? Was he really…

“I don’t care what our baby looks like. I don’t know if it’ll be Morgan, or maybe another child that justhasn’t come back from the future yet. But what matters is that we’re going to have a baby. And I’m going to love them, just as much as I love you. No matter what they look like, o-or if they’re born breathing fire! You’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. And any baby we have together is going to be perfect. Just like you.”

“Kellam,” You hiccuped, staring up at your husband. You were both just a mess of tears, trying to comfort one another as the gravity of what this meant really was. 

He took your face into his hands, stroking your cheeks tenderly. “Do you trust me, Robin? Do you…do you trust that I’ll take care of you, and our baby?”

“I-I do. I do, I just…I’m scare of the future…of what it could be.”

“We can’t do anything about the future. We can only worry about right now. And right now…right now, I’m the happiest man in all the realms. We’re going to have a family together- A-and nothing will ever change the joy I feel, for you and for our baby.”

“And what about Morgan?”

“Well…he loves you. And he loves me. He’s our son. Even if his circumstances are different, he’s got amnesia. You could very well be his mother, but maybe he just has more human traits because I’m, well…human.” 

He laughed softly, his arms coming around your waist. You settled into his chest, listening to the heavy thump of his heart. It was slowing down and far more steady, relieved that he was able to take in your fears and comfort you.

“I guess that’s…that’s a good point.” You sighed shakily, earning a kiss atop your head. You nuzzled into him, “I should at least try to get to know him a little better, shouldn’t I? And I…I trust you, Kellam. I do. I love you, too. I guess I was so scared, I didn’t want to…I was scared of the possibilities.”

“It’s scary. It’s…it’s a difficult time to be having a child, isn’t it.” Kellam sighed, “We’ll need to speak with Chrom about accommodations for you, given that it’ll be much harder to fight once you’re nine months pregnant.” 

“You think that’s a good idea?” You asked him quietly, and he nodded, stroking your back.

“I think the sooner we let Chrom know, the easier it’ll be to find solutions. It’ll be difficult to hide after a few months, anyway. I’m assuming you’re pretty early into the pregnancy, huh?”

“A few weeks, according to Panne.” You nodded, “But I haven’t checked with a cleric yet.” 

“Then we’ll do that first. Libra might be very helpful in taking care of you while you’re with child.” Kellam decided, a blush dusting his cheeks when he mentioned th ebaby again. You giggled, feeling the worries start to melt away.

There was so much that you couldn’t be certain of, in that moment. The future was ominous, and you didn’t know how you were going to get through the upcoming challenges that were tied to having a child on the way…klate alone during war.

But there was one truth you could remain grounded in, that you took a deep breath and swore to yourelf that you would never doubt from this moment onward.

Kellam was deeply, ridiculouly in love with you. And nothing would change that.

Another truth you would learn only a few hours later was that Moragan was indeed, without a doubt, your son from teh future. His demeanor certainly was telling, but he sneezed during dinner and proceeded to char your meal with a small blast of fire.

Definitely your son.

[marzipanparty]

More of the FE: Awakening AU but it’s my MC stuff ✨💃 Lilac is a dancer class revealed also to be a manakete! She and Toaster S-support and give birth to a daughter Bloombot, who is the Lucina equivalent in this AU. But unlike Lucina in the original game, who adores and reveres her dad, Bloom is very bitter and resentful having to be sent back into the past to prevent her parents’ failures 😢.

[winged--icarus]

hey fe3h fandom working on that manakete linhardt au but in the mean time if i were to make a fe3h themed wall clock w the crests on it what would u guys say i should use as the numbers...... help

[nammyfanficsblog]

I could imagine that when any unit change into their "engage forms" they do something like magical girl transformation. But when it's comes to emblem tiki, their transformation is like those of monster / were creature's like they grow tail, fangs , claws etc. ( but they still the same person inside)

[theminecraftbee]

anyway STARTING FE AU CLASSES!

impulse: he has a unique class that is EFFECTIVELY "lord" but is not called that until he promotes to "prince in exile" or something, because it is technically a plot twist that he is the lord (albeit instantly given away by the gameplay due to the fact that you lose if he dies). he wields axes exclusively when you start the game because fuck you, axe lord. when he promotes, he gets the ability to wield swords as well. he has like, vaguely 'balanced' stats, although i think he has higher strength than a lord traditionally has.

zedaph: also has a unique class, which initially starts as a pure healer, but after certain plot events, gains the ability to use a dragonstone in order to transform into a cool goat dragon thing (design vaguely inspired by freya from feh but a bit more dragon-y probably). he has the VERY traditional "first healer" stats, but his growths are unusually high, as is traditional for manaketes.

tango: going back and forth between making him a playable soldier class because i like infantry spear guys, okay, or making him a cavalier. i think i'm leaning a little more towards 'infantry spear guy', personally. if he's a soldier, he promotes more like the fates spear master than the gaiden/echoes soldier, though, with two promotions - one that gets an s-rank in lances, one that allows him to use both lances and magic. alternately, you can second seal him into being a cav if you want, with the traditional cav promotional options. i think his stats and growths are both relatively average across the board in a way that makes him sort of hard to use to break the game but unlikely to be terrible at most things. i think of the starting units that can actually attack though he has the best speed.

i need a jaegen for after they join the resistance because early fire emblem maps without a jaegen are HARD and i am not going to not do that archetype and like. the obvious choice here is TFC, right? TFC can be our jaegen - which, for the record, means a pre-promoted paladin with really high stats but low growths and that will eat up exp and is meant to help you bring early enemies into killing range for your other units (but often, despite being designed to fall off over the game, very much does NOT do that and remains one of your best units for the entire game). it makes sense to me for TFC to fall into the typical jaegen archetype of "older mentor-ish character who is a veteran at combat who is loyal to our party". plus i think making TFC one of our earliest recruits and lead characters is... fun. he deserves it. so yeah TFC is our jaegen, he joins the party on like, the second map, when the army comes for zedaph, and helps rescue the three of them in their escape, leading them to the resistance. he ends up joining on to help impulse lead and is a cool guy.

[elvthali]

Reclusive alchemist with terrible bedside manners (though that depends on who you're asking) and a sort of short-person syndrome-- -says I'm going to get more of my FE characters ready -proceeds to post more loz chars before posting even one fe one I swear I have a bunch of fire emblem dorks I'm just adhd riddled and constantly jumping between all my wip characters ;o;

More information for Serpall in his toyhouse link;;