DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the original cast from Fire Emblem: Fates that are involved in this fanfiction, and all rights to said characters belong to Intelligent Systems (and any other major parties involved in the making of the Fire Emblem: Fates games). The only parts of this fanfiction that I own are the plot, Dakota, as well as parts of (Name)'s personality and the decisions she makes. I do not make any profit from this fanfiction; it is solely intended for your reading pleasure.

(Name) = Your name.

(eye color) = Your eye color.

(hair color)/(hair length) = Hair color / Hair length.

(Pet Name) = An annoying name that pisses you off, no matter who it comes from.

(Nickname) = A cute name that makes you blush.

Keaton's P.O.V.

My packmates hurry past me as we scramble to escape from the Hoshidan army. Normally, I would be leading them to safety, but this time was different. This time, I was directing them to safety. I can't bear telling them - let alone myself - the real reason why. As their leader, it falls on me to never show them my weaknesses. If this were to happen, they would lose faith in me. The already know what she is to me, but they must never find out what she means to me.

"Keaton, we need to get out of here alive," my Deputy Chief urges, her eyes glinting with worry.

She knows exactly what I'm planning to do.

"We'll send a search party when we get back to camp. You don't stand a chance against them!" she insists when I don't even acknowledge her former comment.

"Dakota, any chance at all is a good enough excuse for me to kick Hoshidan ass!" I snap back at her. "I'm not leaving without (Name)."

Without even waiting for a response, I quickly turn tail and race back the way we came. What I'm doing could very well end up getting myself and the rest of the pack killed, but I couldn't care less right now. My heart is screaming, pulling me back to her. I'd rather die today, holding her in my arms, than die alone gods-know-how-many years from now. She makes me who I am. Her smile makes me smile. Her laugh makes me laugh. Hearing her cry makes me want to brutally murder the person responsible. She didn't just steal my heart... She became it. I would cross entire nations if it meant being able to hold her close, to protect her, and our upcoming child.

My train of thought is snapped when my mate's shriek of agony rips through the air, sending me into an overpowering rage.

"(NNNAAAMMMEEE)!"

Author's Note

Hey, readers! I hope you guys are going to enjoy this self-insert. This is the first self-insert that I have been motivated to write, mainly because I don't feel that Keaton has been getting enough attention in the world of fan-made literature. Just to warn you, I will not be minding my use of language, hence the mature rating. Anyone who comments on my use of language will make me very annoyed, as you have been given ample warning.

Also, if you do not like reading literature that explicitly describes sex, have no fear. Chapters where Keaton and reader-chan get frisky will have no effect on the plot whatsoever, so feel free to skip them at you leisure.

That's all from me for now, so please feel free to vote and comment your thoughts/ideas/concerns.

Until the next chapter, readers!