Astral Parenthood
Cast: (F!Corrin x Azama)
Prompt: Azama x F!Corrin, can take place in any AU.
AU where everything is exactly the same, except Silas has laser vision.
"Waaaaaaah!"
Little Mitama did not appreciate her parents' gift.
"Oh Mitama, this is a perfectly good pelt. I went through all this trouble to bring it here. Mommy even helped me with the flaying!"
Corrin shuddered.
The toddler ran, tripped, got back up, and then finished running over to a desk with parchment and ink. She spoke as she wrote. "I don't like my gift/It is scary and smells bad/It wants to eat me!"
"Ooh, your improvisation is getting better!" Azama clapped, ignoring the content of his daughter's poem. Corrin sighed. She loved this man, but he could be a little difficult at times.
She walked over and got down on one knee, placing a hand on Mitama's shoulder. "Mitama, don't worry. It can't eat you, it's not alive."
"But it used to be!" Azama added, pointing a finger up. "Though I killed it for you, so don't worry."
"F-for me?" repeated the little girl. Azama nodded. The girl pulled out another parchment. "No more scary bear/My daddy killed it for me/And now I am safe. Thank you, daddy. Thank you, mommy."
Corrin embraced her child. "You're welcome, Mitama."
After Mitama fell asleep that night, Azama had to practically drag Corrin away from her, so they could leave the Deeprealm. It was quiet between the two until they returned to the castle.
"I know you bother yourself, worried over what happens to our realm. So you should probably know that abandoning it completely to spend time with our child isn't a good idea."
Corrin sighed. "I know, it's just… she's our baby, and we're missing her life! She's growing up exactly like I did. She might be happy, but she doesn't get to see the world around her, or spend as much time as possible with her family!"
Azama nodded. "Oh yes, that was how you were raised. I recall now." He smiled. "Well luckily, she doesn't like to do much beside eat, sleep and write. So she's probably fine!"
"Azama… don't you ever miss our child?"
"Of course. But you heard what Lillian-"
"Lilith."
"-told us. This is no place for a baby, what with all the invaders. And even though everyone has to die sometime… I'd rather Mitama's time was later, rather than sooner." The monk nervously put a hand to his brow. "I suppose that makes me a hypocrite, doesn't it?"
Corrin grabbed Azama's hand with both of hers and kissed it. "No, it just means you're a caring father." She smirked. "Even under all that sarcasm and vows of life's futility!"
He raised an eyebrow. "Hm? Do you not think those are sincere?"
"Well, you did just admit that you value our daughter's continued existence." the princess teased.
"Ah. Well-"
"And you value me, don't you?"
Azama sighed. "Oh all right. I admit it, I'm rather attached to my family." He stood there for a moment. "Hm. Admitting it doesn't feel so bad."
Corrin smiled, and the couple embraced, followed by a kiss. "Now come, my dear. Let us use this night to meditate."
Corrin started running a hand through Azama's hair. "We could… Unless you'd like to do something… else?"
The monk grinned. "Ah! Yes! We should see if there are any bears that might interrupt our meditation! Good idea, my love."
Corrin sighed as Azama broke the embrace and went off to look for bears. Azama was difficult sometimes. But he always gave her a new perspective, and that was what she loved most about him.
"Wait for me, Azama! And, uh, let's not tell Benny about this, all right?"
"If you insist, dear."
A/N:
At least once I wanted to do a joke AU where everything is the same except for one small/irrelevant difference. Silas really does have laser vision in this drabble. But he never shows up in it, so you don't get to see it. Sometimes I like that kind of humor.
Otherwise I was a little worried about writing Azama. He's mostly a troll, but not without some depth to him, and I wanted to convey that. Also, Mitama is the mascot character of our blog, so I felt like I had to include her in this prompt. Her parents' relationship with her ended up being the foundation of this piece.
