A/N: Hi there! WhiteDraga here, and for those of you who know me from my Ace Attorney time travel story, I know it's been a year, but I have a legit reason why I haven't updated for so long—and it's not because of school or my new fascination with the Fire Emblem series. Hang in there, I promise the next chapter will be as golden as the rest.

For you people who don't know me...

Hi!

Okay, so. I'm a sucker for time travel stories. I really am. But for nearly all the Fire Emblem time travel stories I've read so far, the time traveller sticks too much to the Canon plotline for my liking. Seriously, they should take more advantage of the fact that they are literally BACK IN TIME! Screw up the timeline a bit already! Have some fun with it! There must be a reason why you were sent back in time, and it's for you to diverge from the original plot NOT repeat everything and angst about it! And since Fire Emblem: Fates have become one of my favorite games lately, I've decided to write about a not-so-docile Corrin screwing everything up while everyone else are helpless to his shenanigans.

Honestly, this is just something written for fun. I don't intend to take the 'Butterfly Effect' too seriously in this story, so prepare to laugh!

Pairings? I haven't fully decided yet, but I'm going to stick with the most canon pairing for Corrin, which is Azura. I'm actually going to write about everyone x everyone, but not everything is rated R. It's going to range from siblings bonding to heavily implied het/yaoi/yuri, but nothing too major.

If I made a mistake somewhere, feel free to tell me!

Disclaimer: I own nothing!~~~ Not even this beautiful cover page! If I did own Fire Emblem, you'd have the 'gay' option for shipping characters together since Shadow Dragons.

!WARNING! Be prepared for a swearing galore and breaking of the fourth wall from a OoC Corrin!

"Talking"

'Thinking'

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LOUD NOISES

'Quoting'

Prologue

Ties That Blind

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Bubbles were literally the first thing he saw. Flowy wobbly annoying bubbles rushing to stab and pop in his eyes—gak! Damn that hurts!

Corrin rubbed his injured eyes, swatting the rest of the bubbles near him away like a pissed off cat. He smirked in a savage way as he witnessed their helpless popping demise.

"Now that's dealt with, where the heck am I?"

He glanced around. It seemed that he was on the bottom of a lake. Oh isn't that swell. Corrin figured that since he's not drowning, he must be dreaming.

Then, a giant rainbow-colored mother-of-all bubbles aggressively smashed into his face, and boy did it sting like a big-assed bee.

...what? Were you expecting me to use the term 'bitch' instead of 'bee'? Bitches can't sting. Bitches can only...well, bitch.

"Gah! FUCK! Why the damn hell can a bubble do so much damage to my face!?" He rubbed his eyes again and cursed. "Well isn't this fucking great?! I can't see shit! Can't believe a stupid bubble made me blind!" He stumbled back, tripped on some nonexistent pond rock, and fell on his ass so hard Corrin felt it all the way to his balls. Ouch.

Corrin, the-41-year old hero of the great Hoshidan-Nohrian war, had been brought down to his knees—well, more like his ass—by a fragile bubble. It was so ridiculously embarrassing that Corrin feared Ryoma might disown him once he caught word of his shameful defeat.

Corrin paused in his vengeful muttering. He suddenly snapped his head up, face slack with shock despite his eyes being clenched tightly together. Wait...what did he just say? 'Fuck'? 'Shit'? What did those words even mean, and why does he suddenly know what they mean—what? Wait, what?! This was so weird…

Corrin rubbed his head, confused, but just then an adrenaline-like rush entered and left him all within seconds. Violent shivers ran up his spine like angry, writhing eels as random information flooded his brain with so many foreign terms and facts than he'd lost count and thus didn't bother to remember it all. However, one single fact that had him trembling in fury stuck out clearly in his mind like a spotlight.

"MY LIFE IS A FUCKING VIDEO GAME?!"

He couldn't believe it. He just could not believe it. The inner turmoil, the guilt, and the suffering he's been put through; the lonely nights staying up and reminiscing about the past; the happy times that he and his Hoshidan family had on particularly festive nights; the tears, the pain, and the wounds; the slightly more depressed look in King Leo and Camilla's eyes everytime he goes to visit Nohr; the laughs, the joy, and the shared warmth; the birthday songs; the food fight that followed shortly after the birthday songs—it was all some kinda game sold to a bunch of bored people with nothing else better to do?! His tragic messed up life was literally being profited on all this time and he had no idea? What the actual hell?! Corrin suddenly feels as cheated on as the time Anna sold him a handful of what she claimed to be 'magic beans', but were clearly normal beans harvested from the bean plants. He wasn't sure who he's more mad at: Anna for deceiving him like that, or himself for actually buying three measly little beans for 5000 gold. Screw the Nohrian legend of Jack and the Beanstalk; magic exists in many forms, but magic simply does not exist within tiny beans. The Humpty Dumpty guy from Puss in Boots can come and argue with him about it all he wants, but Corrin's not going to agree unless he gets a golden egg to compensate for his lost 5000 pieces of gold.

And to add insult to his fresh injury, Corrin just now realizes that the underwater scenery around him was his customization page.

"So what if I'm not perfect?!" The crazed albino shouted loudly to no one, eyes still tightly clenched together as if he was on a toilet experiencing constipation. "How would you like it if I changed your hairstyle, your eye color, or even your freaking gender without permission?! I like who I am, okay?! So BACK OFF!" He then, with such sass and attitude, flips a birdie despite not knowing what a 'birdie' was a minute ago.

Corrin, the dragon-shifting hero who won the war in Hoshido's favor, continued to roar out to the heavens like nobody's business in pure unadulterated rage while still completely and utterly blind like a bat under sunlight.

"DAMN YOU, NAGA!"

Then, he woke up.