Title: A Time Traveler's Birthday
Description: Following the conclusion of the war with Valm and the sea journey back to Ylisse, a certain family celebrates their paradoxical time traveling daughter's birthday at the Shepherd Camp
Notes: Takes following the end of the Valm arc, but prior to Validar stealing the Fire Emblem. Morgan has been with the Shepherds for several months now, having been recruited during a period of preparation for the war with Valm in which all of the other future characters on that continent were recruited.
"Happy birthday, Morgan!" Robin and Lucina cheered. Between them they held out a plate, a single cupcake balanced at its center.
"Thanks, Father, Mother!" Their daughter practically bounced up and down where she sat opposite of them in the middle of his and Lucina's shared tent. She smiled as she looked between them, her expression turning to a full blown grin as she eyed the pastry held out before her. "Now... gimme, gimme, gimme!" Morgan cried out, lunging for the dessert.
"Woah, woah, woah there, grasshopper. You need to blow out the candle and make a wish first," Robin cut in quickly, snatching the plate out of reach. Not a second too soon, either, Morgan's hands passing through the space it had occupied an instant before as she dove for it, landing on the floor of the tent with an audible oomph.
"Fine, I'll make the stupid wish." Morgan puffed out her breath in an annoyed sigh. Taking no heed of the dirt covering her coat, she picked herself up from the ground. "I wish… I-could-eat-the-cake-right-now!" She exclaimed rapidly, blowing out the candle and snatching the pastry up in a single fell swoop.
"And so a perfectly good birthday wish is wasted," Robin muttered, unable to muster more than a flat stare as his daughter began stuffing the whole damn cupcake into her mouth as fast as she was able.
"Are you really surprised? Our Morgan does has a bit of a one track mind." Lucina put a hand on his arm, her bright laughter filling the tent.
"I suppose so. Still a waste of a birthday wish, though," Robin agreed. Shrugging, he looked back to Morgan. "So, how's the cake, squirt?"
"Itpth reephry gumph" Morgan answered through her stuffed cheeks, crumbs flying from her mouth.
"Swallow first, dear," Lucina instructed, sighing.
Nodding, Morgan held up her index finger to tell them to wait. Chewing for a another moment, she choked down the rest of the vanquished dessert, gasping for breath as she finished. "It's really good. Was. I ate it now," Morgan repeated. "Did you bake it yourselves?"
"Yes, we-" Robin started so answer.
"We attempted to, with… undesirable results," Lucina interjected quickly. "In the end Noire aided us a considerable amount."
"In our defense, we did try really hard," Robin added, hastily. "But, well… three burned… then the fire happened… so…"
"Its okay, it was still really good." Morgan giggled, licking her fingers clean to make her point clear. "So is it present time? Please tell me you got something good? Did ya? Did ya? Did ya?" Morgan bounced up and down, her voice becoming louder and high pitched with each repetition.
"Hold your horses, kiddo," Robin said, stopping her with a hand. Reaching behind him, he flailed under his desk, searching for the present he'd stowed there. Now where is… ah, there! Seizing hold of the box, he handed it to Morgan, who wasted not even an instant to breathe before ripping it open and yanking out the two heavy tomes inside.
"Both are those are manuals on advanced tactics. The first one I bought for myself a couple years back, but have learned everything I could from it so I figured it would do more good with you. The other I picked up back in Valm, which even I haven't read yet." Robin explained, grinning at the look of surprise mixed with joy on his daughter's face. "Maybe you can learn something from it to help beat me in our next practice session."
"Thanks, Father. I just know these will come in handy!" Morgan beamed, throwing her arms around him in a squeezing hug.
"Morgan... please… need to… breathe." Robin gasped, his daughter finally releasing him. "Woah, what are you Morgan, half python?
"Darn, you figured me out. Hisss, hisss." Morgan laughed, sticking out her tongue to punctuate her teasing reply. She spun around fully once, stopping once she faced Lucina. "What about you Mother? Did you get me something too?"
"Of course. What kind of mother would I be otherwise?" Lucina replied, revealing a box wrapped in plain brown paper.
Morgan practically squealed in joy as she snatched the present from her mother's outstretched hands. Paper flew as she tore into the wrapping with such gusto that Robin instinctively took a step back in fear of getting hurt.
Once far enough way to avoid being caught between his daughter and free stuff, Robin watched on curiously for a glimpse of what Lucina had picked out for her. Come to think of it, when did Lucina get her a gift? Last time we were in town was…
Robin froze, gulping. Before they left Valm, Lucina had gone shopping on several occasions, each time bringing back one horrendously clashing outfit after the next. Then last week, she'd been gone most of a day: the Shepherds had been camped only an hour's walk from a large town.
No, calm down, Robin, don't panic. Maybe Sumia went shopping with her, and kept her from getting something too bad, he told himself, fighting to urge to cover his eyes. Oh who am I kidding, that didn't stop her last time.
The last of the paper fell away, Morgan throwing open the box. Robin squeezed his eyes shut, too afraid to look at the color clashing monstrosity his wife undoubtedly purchased. Taking a deep breath, he mustered all of his courage and peaked his eyes open.
Well to be fair… alright, it was just as bad as he thought it was. The dress held aloft in Morgan's hands could only be described as painfully eye catching, sunflower yellow in color with blue and purple polka dots. And were those pink frills around the hem!?
Gods, gods, gods, gods. I should have made sure to go with her. Lucina is going to be heartbroken, there's not way that Morgan could-"
"Ohmygods, I love it!" Morgan exclaimed, giving the most genuine squee Robin had ever heard. "It looks so pretty. I'm going to put it on right now!"
Robin's jaw fell open, watching dumbfoundedly as Morgan yanked off her tactician's coat, pulling the dress down over her tunic. Well then… I guess we know which of us Morgan inherited her fashion sense from, he stifled a nervous laugh.
"How do I look, Mother? Morgan exclaimed, twirling around to show off the dress to her parents.
"Its looks beautiful on you," Lucina answered. "I must admit, I was concerned your tastes would be far less understated than my own, given your more excitable outlook when compared to myself."
"Its perfect, Mother, thank you," Morgan said, hugging her mother just as she had Robin. "What do you think, Father? Do you like it too?"
"It… I think it looks great," Robin managed at last, trying his best to sound somewhat convincing. An horrible idea occurred to him them, one that took every ounce of willpower not to bring a look of abject horror to his face. Oh gods, what's going to happen if the two of them go shopping together?
Author's Note: And so we discover Morgan inherited Lucina's fashion sense… or lack thereof as the case may be, lol.
So, I kinda forgot Morgan's birthday was today. Well, I knew it was coming up, I just somehow got it in my head it was May 10th instead of the 5th. Luckily this short little oneshot was already mostly done, I just had to quickly finish it up.
Well, I hope you guys enjoyed this one, two birthday fics in a row. Next one will be something more serious. Also, if you guys have suggestions for future one shots, I would love to hear them. I make no promises, but I will do my best to see I can do something with them!