A/N: I recently bought Awakening, and I am now completely obsessed with it. The moment Lon'qu was recruited, I knew I was going to have him marry Lissa. The lack of fanfics and fanart of them kind of upsets me, so I'm going to be writing a few short stories about them! I like the idea of Lon'qu being Lissa's bodyguard. Plus, this gives him a chance to get over his gynophobia because he is constantly around her, and she's really pushy and stuff.

Basically, I just think that this ship is plain cute, and they need more luurrrveeee.

Anyways, these chapters will probably be pretty short just like this one. A few of the chapters will be directly based on their support conversations (like this one), but there will also be stuff in between those conversations and stuff and yeah. Just these two cuties being cute and warming up to each other.

Gynophobia

Lon'qu has no qualms about following orders.

"He gives orders, I stab people. I think our roles are clear, " he nonchalantly said the day he was recruited.

He had no problems with being a bodyguard. But being a bodyguard for a girl? This could not end well. However, it was orders from Chrom. If he asked him to be his sister's bodyguard, he couldn't possibly say no to the prince. Orders are orders. He reluctantly walked to camp to find Lissa. Upon entering, Lissa quickly twirled around and flashed her signature grin.

"There you are Lon'qu! I take it that my brother talked to you?"

"Er..." Lon'qu was at a loss for words. What am I supposed to– How am I supposed to talk to her? What should I say?

Lissa quickly caught on to the situation and realized how uneasy he felt. She scowled at him, "Oh. stop it! Yes, I'm a girl, but it's your job to guard me!" The princess took a few small steps forward and continued, "So no more running away and being weird. All right?"

Taken aback by her sudden assertiveness, he grunted. Uneasy, the black-haired myrmidon quickly changed the subject, "Chrom said there was a plot on your life. Is this accurate?" he asked.

She frowned and slouched down a bit, "Yeah, I guess someone wants my sweet little head on a platter. Don't ask me why!"

"You're of royal blood. That's enough to make you a target. And any shadow could hide a knife, so we must ensure you are never alone."

Lissa suddenly perked back up and innocently giggled, which sent a chill down Lon'qu's spine, "My hero!" She laughed, smiling again. "I don't have to worry about a thing with you around! La la laaa~" She sang, skipping out the door.

Lon'qu cautiously rushed after her, afraid that she would do something reckless, "Don't be careless! Keep your eyes open! Death could lurk in any nook or..." He sighed, giving up on trying to persuade her for now, "Surely there is someone else better suited for this task..."

"Yeah, but you were just lazing around catching butterflies all day, so Chrom–" She teased before getting rudely cut off.

"I certainly was not!" Lon'qu quickly interjected.

Noticing how angry he was getting, Lissa quickly responded, "J-just kidding, Lon'qu! K-kidding! I'm sure Chrom was impressed by your skill and charm and good looks! I mean, out of everyone here, he's trusting you to keep his little sis safe. That's a pretty huge honor..." She nervously looked up at him. "...Right?"

He sighed and regained his composure, "...I suppose."

Seeing Lon'qu not angry anymore, Lissa instantly perked up again, "Right! So come on, no more grumbling. Let's shake hands and make nice!"

As Lissa stuck out her hand to let him shake it, he gasped and cautiously took a few steps back. Noticing how uncomfortable he was, Lissa sighed, "Oh, fine. No handshaking. We can just... nod at each other." Lon'qu nodded in agreement. Lissa sighed again, "Sheesh! Do you really have such a problem with women?"

She nervously observed Lon'qu's face. The princess was worried that they wouldn't be able to get along or that Chrom would have to choose a different person to bodyguard her. Lissa didn't have a problem with Chrom choosing a different bodyguard, really. However, she wanted to be able to get along with Lon'qu. Thankfully, his response relieved her inner distress.

"Women... I find them... disconcerting. But it will not interfere with my duty."

This gave her an idea. Lon'qu wasn't really afraid of women. They just made him uncomfortable! "Hmm... Maybe as thanks for guarding me I'll go ahead and fix your little problem..."

He scowled at her, "...Or maybe not?"

"Fiiiiine!" She pouted. "I'm going to train, then. You can... just stand there and look dour."

"That suits me just fine."

Lissa huffed and walked away, picking up her staff. She sighed and walked to their makeshift infirmary tent to tend to their wounded soldiers. I guess I'll just practice healing to get my mind off of things. The princess walked up to the man closest to the entrance. His abdomen had been recently injured. She focused her energy in front of her and finally let it out. A blast of green light flew to him and sped up his process of healing. She smiled at her success, "There! All better! Try not to move around too much though. Just keep resting and drink lots of fluids and you'll be better in no time!" The soldier gave her his sincere thanks before she moved on to the next wounded ally.

Lon'qu watched in curiosity as she effortlessly healed each individual person in mere seconds. After noticing that she was done, he walked away from the tent, trying to keep his distance when she walked out. Days went by like this. He would watch over her from a distance like a hawk. He found himself observing her more carefully than he would've liked to. He studied her mannerisms. Like the way she furrowed her brow when she was really concentrated, or the way she would slightly skip a bit and then return to a brisk walk, or how she was constantly smiling no matter what happened. Sometimes, in battle, she would do very reckless things, like charging into the front lines when an ally was wounded even though an enemy was nearby. However, every single time, Lon'qu always came to her aid without fail.

"Don't be so careless! Being that reckless could get you killed!" He would warn her every single time, but she never listened. Eventually, his scolding gradually transformed into: "Are you okay? You should be more careful. You could've gotten yourself killed!" And every time he said something remotely similar to that, he would mentally punch himself in the face.

This girl was different from most of the women he had met. She seemed very... approachable.

Perhaps there was a chance that he could get over his irrational fear.

Woo! Chapter 1. I think I'll probably be updating fairly quickly since it's Spring Break. And there are probably quite a few grammatical errors, but nothing really distracting. Thanks for reading!