Hey, it's been ages! I know, I'm the worst! I've finally decided to release all of the old material I had for this fic. It'll be nice to share things from my old passion project, give you all something to read. This right here was going to be the next "chapter" of sorts, though it was really just a running gag. I never got around to truly finishing it, so it might end a bit abruptly. Hope it gets some giggles out of you nonetheless!

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It was concerning to hear Chrom had assigned Lon'qu as his younger sister's bodyguard. This, on top of the assassination attempt Lucina said was close, on top of the war against Plegia... The lives of the royal family were in grave danger.

And what was I doing? Waltzing through a garden with Lissa. She wanted me to goof off in the hopes I'd enjoy it more than Frederick. Normally I would, but when you're paranoid of assassins, and under supervision, it's hard to relax.

"—and then he toppled the entire cabinet over! Emm gave him the lecture of his life... hey! Are you even listening?"

I was staring blankly at some flowers, wondering what they were called. "Chrom is a total klutz and you like to tease him for it," I replied. I can pay enough attention while spacing out. Working in retail and a coffee shop helped.

She got her pout on again. "Then why aren't you laughing?"

"I am! On the inside." An actual laugh escaped when she threw her head back for a groan. I glanced backwards at the man keeping a very exact distance. "So have you had any issues since the whole... bodyguard thing started?"

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, tons. He's supposed to be protecting me, but he won't come anywhere near me!" That wasn't exactly what I meant. But I guess if there weren't any attempts yet, that's what she'd focus on.

"He can cross that distance in the blink of an eye," I said, half-joking. He was pretty damn fast.

She raised her voice to almost shout over her shoulder. "Yeah, well, he should meet me halfway and let me befriend him!" His expression didn't change. She huffed, crossing her arms. "Big jerk."

"Hey, be nice."

"I am nice! Tell him to be nice!"

I snorted, looking over my own shoulder. "Hey, Lon'qu, be nice." His eyebrows furrowed slightly, and I laughed again. "There, I did it."

"Very funny."

"I know I am!"

"Ugh. You sound like Robin!"

"Wow, you're saying I sound smart? Aw! You're so sweet!"

She smacked my shoulder as I started cackling. It really was like having a younger sister. I hoped Emmeryn wouldn't mind me borrowing her. Then again, does that mean Emmeryn is temporarily MY big sister? I wasn't sure how to feel about that.

"What's Stahl doing," I asked once Lissa had stopped pouting. The man was kneeling in the dirt, messing with something.

"Oh, that? We let him take some of the herbs for stuff. Did you know his brother has an apothecary?"

"You don't say." I'd totally forgotten, but he had treated my cuts that one time. I wondered if he made his own salves or sent the ingredients for his brother to use. "That's nice of you."

"Well, Chrom suggested it really, and Emm said it was okay, so—whoa!" She stumbled. I had suddenly jerked away. "You okay?"

"What was that," I whispered. My senses were on high alert. Gaze darting around, I tried not to panic. Maybe it was nothing.

"What was what?"

"The..." I checked my feet, then all around us. There! I snatched Lissa's arm and took one biiiig step back. "The buzzing! Bee!"

"What? Where?!"

I pointed at a flower cluster. "There! The—those white and yellow ones! Daffodils?"

"Lilies," Lissa corrected. She gave a small 'eep' when she noticed it. Her voice cracked. "There it is!"

"I know 'there it is', I just pointed it—why are we in the garden if we're both afraid of bees?"

"I don't know! Why'd you come if you're scared too?"

"I was hoping none were around!"

Stahl, wiping his brow, asked from a few meters away, "Everything all right over there?"

Lissa nodded jerkily. "Yeah! Totally!"

"Peachy-keen!" My shrill voice wasn't convincing.

"Uh, okay..."

The bee, unconcerned with our rising panic, finally lifted itself from the petals for a lazy flight to the next. We probably looked like children being told a ghost story, with the way we clutched each other all wide-eyed. This wasn't exactly the bonding moment I hoped for.

I eyed the lilies, then looked at Lissa in horror. "You're wearing yellow!"

She inched backwards with me. "Y—yeah? So?"

"Lots of flowers are yellow! What if the bee thinks—"

Something buzzed right by my ear.

I shrieked, Lissa screamed, and then we split. She probably gave poor Lon'qu a heart attack when she came charging at him. I went forward, hoping for some plain, flower-less bushes. Stahl called after me as I passed and slipped on the dirt path, but I wasn't stopping for anything. Not until I was sure I was far, far away from anything that flew and buzzed.

"What's going on," Frederick bellowed as he stood smack dab in the middle of the path. I took a hard right into the greenery. "Megan? Hold—"

Bushes were in my way, and they weren't bee-free like I'd hoped. Shit! Without thinking, I slung magic at my feet, flying over them.

And that was how I nearly concussed myself on a branch.

The sky was perfectly clear, and a gorgeous blue. It was perfect for staring at as I tried to make sense of my surroundings post-collision. I was lying on the ground beneath the tree, just past the bushes. That was one wicked headache.

Branches: 2. Me: 0.

Frederick's boots arrived first, though I heard the others' voices getting closer. He was an armored blur through my tears, trying to get me to explain myself. But a low noise that steadily grew louder and more agitated got my full attention. I wiped my eyes to peer over our heads... and inhaled sharply as I realized the tree I'd disturbed had tenants.

"AHHHHH!"

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Robin, after cornering me in the library, hummed. "So, you have a fear of bees?"

"Apiphobia," Miriel provided helpfully.

Hiding behind my personal book, I pretended to stare at the pages. These were blank, but they didn't know that.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of," he added.

"An irrational fear that elicits reactions of such intensity... it would be a fascinating subject to study."

"...Miriel, not right now."

I gritted my teeth, dropping the act. The book hit the table a bit harder than I meant it to. "Yes, I'm terrified of bees. And wasps. And any of their type."

The story of how I had burned down a tree, one that had been around since before the late king's coronation, had spread like, well, wildfire. All of the Shepherds knew about it before dinner that night. I left my meal half-eaten after some of their teasing. Lissa shared my pain, but that wasn't much comfort.

It was a dumb fear. A stupid fear. An absolutely inane thing to be afraid of in a world where the dead walked and dragons plotted the world's destruction. But did that matter to my brain? Nope! I heard a buzz and saw something flying about and panicked! Having magic at my fingertips didn't help matters, either. Frederick was really upset about the tree.

Robin held up his palms to appease. "Hey, it's okay! It's not that strange! Lissa's scared of them too!"

"Yeah, and she's like, twelve."

"Fifteen."

"Whatever!" My forehead thunked on the book. I stared at the wooden grain of the table. "Point being, I'm a grown-ass adult who screams and cries at something less than a hundredth of my size."

I could hear Miriel muttering an equation on an exact comparison.

"That's fine! Just like with Lon'qu, we can work on conquering your fear. Let's brainstorm on it, okay?"

I lifted my head to give a skeptical look. Miriel adjusted her frames, adding, "Such experiments would undoubtedly provide invaluable information. My mother's book spoke of the countless mysteries of the human psyche we have yet to discover—"

"What she means to say is she'll help, too."

I sagged in my seat. "It won't work, but okay, sure. I'll try it." Robin grinned reassuringly.

"That's all I can ask for."

They weren't the only ones looking to help. I was actually approached by Maribelle, of all people. She probably just wanted to avoid another scandal for Lissa. Still, I appreciated her offer.

I didn't appreciate the bee in a jar she forced me to be in arm's reach of.

"Of course I didn't 'grab it' myself! I had Sir Frederick capture it."

Right. I wanted to poke the jar further away, but that would include getting closer. Even knowing it was locked behind glass, I was uneasy. "Are you... doing this with Lissa, too?"

She tapped the jar with her parasol. "My dearest friend will need support in overcoming her fear—and having you scream vulgarities at her won't help."

Her and Freddy Bear should start a Holding Grudges Club.

Her chin rose so she could look down her nose. "After I've cured you, I will have you assist in that endeavor."

"Okay." If I concentrated hard enough, I could hear it buzzing. Gritting my teeth any harder could've just shattered them. "Stay... calm. Stay... calm."

That attempt went well enough, all things considered. That is, until she decided to open the jar indoors. I was out of that chair and down the hall before she could finish calling me a yellow-bellied craven. I didn't return to the barracks until Frederick informed me he had personally caught and released the bee once more.

Robin finally came back with an idea that didn't involve live bees. Using a combination of magic, he was able to recreate a buzz that sounded just like the real thing! Talk about using his powers for evil.

"Just relax," he told me. "If you were a violin, your strings would snap!"

I bit out, "I'm about to snap."

"Okay, just... How about this?" He fiddled until the sound was much softer. "All right... Now, just close your eyes."

I pinned him with another look. "You're not getting an actual bee, right?"

"I heard about that, and no, I'm not. Trust me!"

He had the patience of a saint, with how long it took to convince me to follow his instructions. I took a deep breath, held it, and tried to release my tension with it. When my eyes finally shut and the sound began steadily getting louder, I had to remind myself over and over that it wasn't a real bee.

"It's nothing to be afraid of. You're perfectly safe."

"Mhm." My high-pitch showed how much I believed that.

"I promise! No bees in my pockets," he joked.

I took another deep breath. "...I hope not. That would probably be painful."

"...was that one on purpose?"

"What?"

"Bee painful."

"Oh—" I snorted, smile creeping in. "I'm just naturally hilarious." I heard him chuckle from my other side.

After what felt like an hour, but was probably only minutes, Robin told me, "You're doing great! You'll be fearless in no time!"

"I don't know about fearless," I shot back, head turning towards his voice. "I'm also kind of afraid of tornadoes. And a little of drowning."

"Ha, one at a time! All right, now let me just—"

The sound got incredibly loud. When something grazed my fingers, I didn't immediately think it was Robin.

I reacted, he yelped, and something cracked horribly. When I opened my eyes, I saw Robin lying outside the now broken door, looking rather dazed. I covered my face, both in horror and to prevent anymore incantations from flying out of my mouth.

"Robin? What—" Frederick stopped in the doorway, seeing me. He went from concerned to irritated. "Again?"

If the assassins really wanted the job done right, clearly all they had to do was put bees on the royal family.

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Feeling rather pathetic, I didn't refuse Chrom when he suggested we walk and talk. I was willing to do whatever he asked for a while to make up for destroying part of his family's garden.

He waved away my apologies, again. His grin reminded me of Robin, boyish and warm. I remembered, when I had played the game demo, that charming smile had convinced me to buy my first Fire Emblem game. It was still effective in-person, but less out of semi-fangirl-ish tendencies and more from how genuine of a person he was. He wore his heart on his sleeve—the only one he had. Because of that, I believed him when he told me, "I'm just glad you're okay!"

"Yeah... but, the tree isn't."

"Enough about that! I wanted to show you something." He playfully offered his arm. "Shall we?"

It made me giggle, so I humored him. Why not?

I was less pleased when I realized he was taking me to the gardens. Digging in my heels didn't work when a man who regularly swung swords had a hold of my hand. No amount of my pushing or pulling changed that.

"Chrom—Chrom, I swear to—"

"Just trust me!" He quit dragging me to give another warm smile. If I hadn't already told myself to do whatever he asked, that would've almost convinced me. Especially when he added, "I won't let anything hurt you."

What a perfect setup for a shojo manga. Maybe if I ever had the chance to get back to writing, I could use it as inspiration for a cheesy love story.

All jokes aside though, having him at my side made me feel a little better. It wasn't like he could punch the bees out of the air. Well, he could, but that would just be silly. But he wasn't teasing me for being ridiculous. I could appreciate that, even if the tension didn't leave. I clung to his arm, head whipping around for signs of bees. It was fairly late in the day, so maybe they had all gone to sleep in their hell nests?

"I used to do this for Lissa," the prince began, taking me down a different path. He chuckled. "When she got spooked in the middle of the night, I held her hand and walked around her room until I'd proven there was nothing there."

"Such a good big brother," I mumbled. Movement in my peripherals made me yip. But it was just the wind rustling flowers. No matter how embarrassed I was, Chrom wasn't letting go. So I kept walking. "So is this your way of helping? Walking me around until I realize they won't hurt me?"

"I know it's not that simple." When I glanced up, he was still only supportive and patient. I don't know why I kept expecting that to change. "But I figured it couldn't hurt, right?"

"...thanks."

"No problem! I know Robin tried something that didn't work out so well—"

"Ugh, don't remind me." I owed them two doors and a tree now. No doubt Frederick was keeping track of that.

Chrom laughed. "You really caught him by surprise!"

"I could've killed him!"

"He's fine. Us Shepherds are made of tougher stuff!"

"Except for the small lady afraid of bees," I muttered darkly.

"Megan, I think after surviving a wyvern, you're allowed a fear or two," he replied. I snorted. Like it was just a matter of equivalent exchange. He poked my side and got a squeak. "And if Lon'qu can work past his fear to protect my sister, then I think you can work past yours."

"Okay, but at least women can be assassins! Bees are just... bees! I mean, I don't know if I'm allergic to any of them... and I'm not going to find out... but it's still stupid."

Chrom gave a half-shrug. "Could be worse. Lissa is afraid of... er, most everything."

I scoffed. "Right, that makes it better."

"...like lemons."

"Yeah, right."

He fell silent. Gradually, we both stopped so I could stare at him. But no matter how intensely I squinted, he didn't break and admit he was joking. Was that actually a thing? Was the princess afraid of lemons? Like, the actual fruit? Bees and the dark, I could understand, but...

"Lemons? Really?"

He winced, as if he could feel his sister's ire for revealing this deep, dark secret. "I wish I could say I was joking."

The Shepherds were really an odd fucking bunch.

"...damn. Okay, I feel a little better. Lemons... wow."

I mulled over this information as we started walking again. Chrom was chuckling. I almost asked for the story behind that one. But I also wanted to revel in the mystery for awhile. Just, to ruminate on the hilarity of the princess running full-sprint, screaming over a bowl of fake lemons. I hope the truth is stranger than fiction. It wouldn't be fair to tease her. But I could still laugh to myself.

It took me a bit to return to the present. I realized we were in a far corner of the garden, not immediately visible from the entrance. The blooms here were simple and arranged in a much more relaxed manner. The tight order on the path behind us made these appear more wild in comparison.

It reminded me of the garden my grandmother had put together for me, almost two decades ago. I could still remember planting the daisies that I never saw bloom. Or the fenced-in garden I'd helped my father weed a few years back, where we grew some of the vegetables we ate.

A small plot was set aside here, contained in hedges short enough for Chrom to step over. He encouraged me to follow suit. The greenery snagged my coat as I crawled over what I hadn't cleared. Then he encouraged me to kneel with him, right beside some sunny blooms.

"These here were planted by my mother. We helped her plant new flowers to replace the ones that didn't make it. But these ones still come back every summer, even better than the last." He gently brushed one's petals. "Daffodils, I think?"

"I think so, yeah." With my hand finally free from his, I dared to touch one. It was smooth. Delicate. Something in my heart swelled, and I suddenly felt like crying. Why was that? I swallowed the feeling. "Do you still... do that?"

"Not as often," he admitted, smile rueful. "After our parents died, Emm had so much on her plate. I actually almost forgot, with everything going on. But I remembered after you and Lissa's little accident."

"Glad I could help." The joke came out quietly. I didn't want to disturb how peaceful this area was.

I drank it all in, enjoying the moment. We sat there, in the dirt, like a bunch of kids lazing about on a late afternoon. Letting the castle blur in my peripherals, I could pretend I came over to his 'house' for him to share a backyard garden. When I met Chrom's gaze, and he grinned, I laughed without really knowing why. Maybe because that was exactly what this was. Chrom was a person who was always genuine. Who really cared about others. Who held girls' hands to share his courage, trusted his friends with his life, and learned the names of his mother's flowers.

I told him honestly, "This garden is beautiful." In a way more genuine than the professionally arranged plots their castle boasted.

"You can thank Frederick for that," he said as he hoisted me to my feet. "He's kept it growing whenever we neglected it."

"Of course he does." Frederick never did anything in halves. Speaking of... Damn, Chrom had my fingers again. The look on my face amused him. "You know, people might start talking if they saw you holding my hand like this."

The prince, bless his oblivious heart, actually cocked his head. "Why would they?"

"...Chrom."

"Hm?"

"You are an eligible bachelor, and a prince, last I checked. Right?"

"Er, I..." He coughed, gaze sliding away. He and Robin had a lot of similarities. "R-right."

"There are so many noble ladies that would kill for this."

"I... didn't think about how this might look." Yeah, I figured. Rubbing his neck, Chrom muttered, "I mean, I don't really think of you as a lady."

There was a lull in conversation. I stared.

His eyes widened. "...uh, wait, that sounds worse than I meant—it's not—"

"No, I get it," I cut in, half-laughing. He's not the first to think that. I'd had enough fun at his expense. "I'm really weird. No, really! I know I am! Most nobles probably care more about what others think about them. And I hate dressing up in fancy dresses and shit." A pause. "...and maybe I should censor myself more."

Since I didn't seem offended by his blunder, his shoulders visibly relaxed. The poor guy probably stuffed his foot in his mouth often.

"No, you don't need to change at all. I'm glad you're who you are. And that you're forgiving, too. If Emm had heard me say that..." He shuddered.

The thought of the peace-loving Exalt lecturing him into next week had me laughing as I crawled over the hedge again. Her expression screwed up in an Angry Big Sister look, Chrom hanging his head all contrite... He was good-natured enough to not be too upset.

I wasn't quick enough to dart away before he grabbed my arm again. I groaned melodramatically to make him laugh. "You're the worst."

"Hey, I've still got to escort you back," he joked. "Plus, you can't run away to burn more trees down if I've got you."

"Hey!"

"I'm kidding! About the burning trees thing, I mean."

"Brat."

"You sound like Lissa when you say it like that."

"Your face sounds like Lissa."

"I... what? That doesn't make any sense."

I didn't care. I laughed anyway. If Lissa was the little sister I never had, then Chrom was the little brother who kept trying to be the big brother I never had. I was going to greatly enjoy harassing them both. As if I needed another reason to keep them alive.

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Chrom took me out to the gardens again the next day, this time in the afternoon. More bees meant more freaking out but, as promised, he didn't let me run. I was fairly close to hyperventilating when he finally brought me back inside.

"Maybe we can try again another time."

I sighed, shoulders sagging. "Chrom, no, it's fine. I can't have you walk me around the gardens everyday. That'd be hilarious, but you've got other things to do. Yes I know you're more than happy to help, but I'll—think of something."

"Are you sure?"

"Super sure." I smiled, offering a handshake. "But thanks for trying. And for showing me your garden. Murder bees or not, I'd like to help your family with it someday."

He grinned, clasping my hand. "Anytime you need a bodyguard to see it, you know you can ask."

"Oh, my delicate maiden heart may require it!" I really hammed it up, fanning my face as I mocked some historical fiction damsel. "You are ever so kind and dashing!"

Shaking his head, Chrom pointed out, "And that is why I can't see you as a lady." His tone was low, as if he expected his big sister to be hiding around the corner.

I gasped dramatically. "How rude! ...but true," I added, dropping the voice.

Shooting finger guns, I wished him a good rest of his day before taking my leave. There wasn't anything else on the agenda, but surely there was something I could do. Maybe magic training. I could brainstorm with Miriel, see about a way to enchant books to send messages like me and Kail were talking—

"Good day, Ms. Megan."

"Yipe!" Hand over my racing heart, I swallowed curses as the voice registered. The sight of the Exalt on the last few stairs made me wonder if Chrom had big-sister senses. I bowed. "S-sorry. I didn't mean to scream."

The woman smiled gently. "I apologize for frightening you." I blinked at the hand she offered, refraining from the immediate impulse to shake it. "We haven't had a chance to speak since our introductions. Would you like to accompany me for a stroll?"

One does not say no to the queen. "Yes, ma'am."

"I admit, I am quite curious about the Shepherds my brother has recruited away from Ylissean soil."

It was strange to see her without a knight or servant at her side. She was much easier to keep up with than Frederick, even with my shorter strides. In fact, her stroll was very meandering. We climbed stairs to walk some quieter corridors. It gave plenty of opportunities to steal glances at the Exalt of Ylisse. Her robes weren't nearly as dirty as they had been after the cliff battle. Easier to keep pristine in the palace. Considering I half-remembered her age to be around twenty-five, I shouldn't keep comparing her to my mother or an aunt. But she certainly had a maternal aura. Mother of her people. Big shoes to fill.

"I'm kind of weird," I admitted. "And it doesn't help that I'm far from home."

"My brother told me your story. While I'm truly sorry you've been taken so far from home, I am thankful for all that you've done. For however long you stay, you are welcome here in Ylisstol."

"Thank—you, Your Majesty." I had to be on my best behavior. Chrom and Lissa might have accepted my odd behavior, but Frederick would actually kill me if I disturbed their older sister. "That means a lot to me."

She inclined her head, smile warm. I wondered if she'd still think so highly of me if she knew I withheld important information. Maybe she'd forgive me anyway. A kindhearted, compassionate person like her would do better to be more careful. We continued climbing. Did she have somewhere in mind? Maybe, or maybe it wasn't a conscious decision to bring us to one of the palace's towers. Stepping out subjected me to a wind prepared to throw my hair out of its ponytail and my hat over the side. I had to corral them both.

"Allow me." After a few beats, a pocket of still air seemed to envelop our spot. The wind whistled but couldn't disturb us.

"Thank you, ma'am. That's a neat trick."

"It's a fairly simple spell. I can have someone pass along the tome I learned it from, later this evening."

"Oh, you don't have to do that!" I definitely wasn't going to inconvenience royalty!

She mentioned it wasn't that big a deal, but I admittedly lost interest rather quickly. My attention had moved to the sight we had. This high up, I could see where the sun's rays had trouble reaching as it continued to descend. The darkened sky was spreading, the deep blues contrasting with the warm colors opposing them. I wanted to reach up and take each hue to preserve in a painting. The city below still had plenty of light to see by, the market thriving thanks to years of peace and prosperity. Ylisstol was alive. Something about that struck me, seeing the people going about their lives despite the possibility of war from foreign lands. But they weren't the only ones still out. Leaning forward let me peek at the people training on castle grounds. Steel flashed with every swing. Maybe some of them were the Shepherds. Whoever they were, they were prepared to protect their country and the crown. The castle shone like Ylisse's guiding star. With all of this laid before me, I found it difficult to think about much else. I wished I had better words to describe it with.

Emmeryn stepped forward and into my peripherals. "It's beautiful, isn't it? I find coming up here serves to clear any doubts or worries that may cloud my mind."

"...it's amazing. I'd come up here every day." A perfect place to stand and think awhile. I could stand up here and pretend to soar above the land.

"I cannot recommend it enough. This place isn't a restricted area," she assured at my worried look. "Feel free to come here, whenever you need a moment of peace."

"...thank you, ma'am." With a quick bow, I couldn't keep it to myself. "You're very nice. You and your family."

"You're too flattering. It's the least I could do, for one of their friends."

"Well..." What a time to get embarrassed. I tried to wave away her words, clearing my throat. "Thank you, still. For showing me. Is there... anything I can do for you, right now? If you need anything." While she no doubt had several servants and knights at her disposal, I couldn't help offering.

Smiling, she gave her kingdom one last, peaceful glance before turning back to the castle. "If you wouldn't mind staying with me a bit longer? I would love to treat you to some tea."

"It would be an honor!"

"Perhaps you could help me get through the candy my sister gave me."

"Well, I can try!"

"I will warn you, it is a... decent amount."

"Challenge accepted."

It was nice to get her to giggle. It wasn't so nice when, with a surprising flash of mischief, the Exalt added, "I think I have some advice for your 'problem,' as well."

"...does everyone know about the tree?"

"The scorches are a bit hard to miss."

"I'm sorry."

"I promise, all is forgiven."

"Tell Frederick that. ...um." Maybe I shouldn't disparage one of her knights.

That twinkle remained, gleaming brighter with her shockingly cheeky, "I will."

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I have a few more things to show y'all, but I'm sorry to say that, besides maybe writing some What If scenarios for fun, this ride will have to come to an end. Though I don't mind any suggestions for things you might want to see about the Magically Delirious world! The intended pairings, ideas for plot deviations, the plethora of OCs I had ready for this world, etc.

If you want more Self-Insert Fic Fun and don't mind if it's for Fates instead of Awakening, you can check out my new SI fic, Waves! It's been close to a year in the making. I made sure to have plenty of content written (over 235 pages before I stopped counting) before I started uploading. It's a slow start, but time, and fate, waits for no one. Not even someone as charming and hilarious as me.

If you're sick and tired of me, there's also Earthborne by Mixed Valence (a Fates SI fic) on FFN/AO3, Shattered Reflection (an Awakening altered universe fic) by Natzo on AO3, or Like Cobalt (a FE3H Byleth-time-travels fic through Jeralt's POV) by WitchDrug on AO3. All of these are fantastic, quirky and serious and fun in equal parts. Hell, I've been following the first two for what feels like years now, and the last one just updated much to my delight.

Anyway, enough of my chatter! Hope this year starts wonderfully for all of you lovely readers! It's always a blast to give you more to roll your eyes at!

-Dragon