I'm super excited for the Corrin and Bayonetta DLCs. So have more of my fangirling here. Anyway, the male Corrin here is called Kamui. As much as I wanted to change the female Corrin's name instead of his, because I already changed the male Robin's name to Rob and I didn't want to change another male avatar name, I thought it would fit more for him because I this universe, male Corrin chose the Hoshido side, while female Corrin chose Nohr.

I have this headcanon that the avatar's name is Kamui, but when they were kidnapped, they changed their name to Corrin and they grew up thinking that was their name. And while this doesn't happen in the game, it would explain why the avatar has a more "western" name, despite being born in the fantasy equivalent of Japan. Kamui here is basically using his birth name because he has sided with Hoshido and takes pride in it. Corrin still uses her Nohr name because she'd rather feel closer to her adoptive family.

And with that said, let's get this fic started.

If there was one thing that Corrin was proud of above all else was just how much she has evolved as a person the war period between the kingdoms of Nohr and Hoshido. Her entire life she grew up sheltered from the outside world, always inside the thick walls of the royal Nohrian castle, making her grow up into a naive and idealistic young woman by the time she was thrown into conflict.

Fast forward the end of the war, Corrin had lost that dangerous naivete of hers. It was kind of hard to keep being that idealistic after realizing just how corrupt to the bone the government of the kingdom you were fighting for was. Having to deal with King Garon brought her much grief and despair, but in the end, it made her stronger, more mature. She had learned to not trust every stranger that appeared in her life and to be a lot more cautious with the people she dealt with.

With that said, Corrin had absolutely no idea how she could lower her defenses so much when Bayonetta was around.

"Pit has been growing more and more agitated these days," Bayonetta commented as both she and Corrin strolled around the mall. "It is pretty amusing to tease him like that."

"Tease him?" she asked in disbelief, only to then let out a giggle. "Bayonetta, you're scaring him to death with how you've been treating him on the battlefield."

"He is not in actual danger inside the arena."

"I think he fears what you might do to him outside of it."

"I suppose old habits die hard, after all."

Corrin could only shiver at how ruthless the Umbra witch could be when it came down to killing angels back in her home world.

By all accounts, Bayonetta was the very definition of someone that the Nohrian princess should not trust at all. She already had a very troubled past, having entered in conflict with both Heaven and Hell, as well as having a mischievous personality that seemed to not realize when she was taking a joke too far. Her dark powers of summoning demons and wreaking havoc were also something to be feared.

And yet…

She was so fascinating. Corrin couldn't help but feel drawn by her presence. Be it from the way she acted near other people, overbearing confidence and having a witty sense of humor, as well as how much had happened in her life, Corrin could spend an entire day just listening to her stories. And, alright, maybe it was also because Bayonetta had such an alluring figure, that the princess could spend the entire day just admiring her, not helped by the idea that the witch walked around basically naked, with only her magical black hair covering her body from head to toe.

There was also another thing that always drew Corrin towards her, though she felt incredibly ashamed to even consider confirming this factor to herself.

"I need to go to the restroom," Bayonetta said. "Will you come with me?"

"Sure."

As they went to the bathroom, Bayonetta continued talking about how the tournament had been getting less and less challenging as the days passed by and how she wished something more exciting would happen. Corrin just listened in silence, really not wanting to disagree with her, despite thinking the contrary. Besides, they were still in the beginning, so she didn't know how the witch could have grown so bored so fast.

Once they entered, she realized that there was no one there with them. It felt kind of eerie to be alone in such a spacious bathroom like that, but she'd rather not comment that.

Turns out Bayonetta just wanted to use one of the mirrors to check herself, nothing else. Corrin decided to do the same, if only because she just came out from a battle against Rosalina and wanted to check if her long, wavy silver hair was still intact after getting caught in the hurricane attacks of the Ore Club. They were silent for a few seconds, each in their own little world, until Bayonetta turned her eyes to Corrin, who was still too distracted to notice her.

Or, at least, she pretended to be for the first few seconds.

She should have known that the witch would take the opportunity to get at her the moment they found themselves alone. Before she could even realize what she was doing, Corrin turned around and let her lips meet Bayonetta's, the taste of cherry lollypop strong in her mouth. In the midst of their kiss, Corrin was lifted from the ground and was made to sit on the cold marble sink, so Bayonetta wouldn't be forced to bend over her too much (not that Corrin was short by any means, mind you).

The girl simply wrapped her arms around her neck, getting more and more engrossed in their make out session as the seconds passed by, growing more excited every time their tongues touched, whenever she could feel nails just lightly scratching her back. It made her spine shiver and a pleasant sensation run through her body, making her feel like putty.

Corrin hated to admit it, but it was thanks to spontaneous acts like these that always made her excited to spend time with Bayonetta. She never knew when the witch would just suddenly pull her into an empty corner or room and just make out with her, but by the gods, did she always expect it with eager disposition.

"Oh my, you always get so red whenever I do this to you," Bayonetta commented once they broke apart for air. "It's quite adorable."

"I just..." she said, trying her face closer to hers once more. "It feels really good..."

"Someone's needy today," she teased.

"Just kiss me already."

Bayonetta leaned over and gave her a peck on the lips, before getting away from her grasp and going back to touching on her make-up.

"Maybe next time."

Corrin just stood there, feeling both frustrated and needy, kind of wanting to demand Bayonetta to finish what she had started and kind of wanting to just walk away in frustration. Why must she be so cruel? She was doing that more and more frequently, cornering her up, making out with her and then backing off when she was just getting into it... it was tiring Corrin to no end, to say the least.

"I… just remembered I was supposed to meet Robin over for dinner," she suddenly said, hopping off from the sink. "If I go now, I might catch up with her in time."

"Alright then," Bayonetta simply said. "Have fun with your little friend."

Corrin just nodded and left the older woman behind.

While her needing to meet Robin over for dinner was a lie just to get away from Bayonetta without making her sound rude, Corrin was hoping she would find one of her friends. It wasn't as if she wanted to talk her problems out with them, she just wanted to distract her head for a while. She ended up meeting with her male counterpart, Kamui, out of sheer luck. The Hoshidan prince ended up inviting her over dinner at a buffet restaurant near the hotel, which she accepted right away.

"Your battle against Rosalina today was amazing!" Kamui commented once they found a table to seat down and eat. "Just the way you've meteor smashed her out of the stage took my breath away!"

"Well, I need to compensate the fact I have less battles than you," Corrin replied, sheepishly.

"It's not your fault that Master Hand decided you'd have less than me."

"But it's like they say, less is more," she twirled her fork on her food. "If I'm going to have less battles, the least I can do is impress him."

"I guess, but it's still not fair..."

"Speaking of battles, how have the training sessions with Ike been going?"

"Pretty well, despite..."

"Despite?"

"I don't know, sometimes I get too distracted by him to actually pay attention to what I'm doing," he sighed.

"Oh?" she smirked. "Distracted by him, uh?"

"Don't start getting any funny ideas."

"You're the one who said he was distracting," Corrin teased.

"Well… he is!"

Corrin just kept giggling as Kamui's cheeks started to get redder and redder. He blushed so easily, it was just too adorable for his own good.

"And what about you, uh?" he asked. "How have things been going with Bayonetta?"

"Don't even mention her," Corrin groaned, her mood turning sour very quickly.

"What's the matter?"

"I just don't understand her sometimes, that's all," she crossed her arms. "She just keeps teasing me, but never goes any further from there."

"But do you want it to go further?" Kamui asked. "Your relationship with her, I mean."

"I don't know..." Corrin mumbled, getting more depressed the more she thought about the witch. "I just don't know..."

If she were to be sincere with herself, Corrin did want their relationship to go further. Actually, she just wanted to know what her relationship with her was to begin with. Were they friends? Lovers? Something in-between? Bayonetta kept sending so many mixed signals that Corrin couldn't help but become confused.

To think this all started because of a simple kiss under a mistletoe during Christmas Eve. Corrin sometimes wished she had never asked Bayonetta for help in finding the party salon that day.

"Well, I'm sure things will work out for both of you," Kamui said in his best attempt to sound optimistic.

"Thanks," she took a bite on her grilled chicken, now cold from how long she took to finally eat. "I'm sure things will work out for you and Ike too."

"There's nothing going on between us!" he protested.

Corrin just giggled and went back to eating.

She would confront Bayonetta later. Much later.

In other news that surprise no one, I'm still trash. I need to go back to writing better stuff, but I've been feeling pretty demotivated to do just about anything, so I've decided to write this very short story just to see if I can get some of this motivation back.

Needless to say, this probably won't end well for Corrin. I hope this story comes out as bittersweet at best.