For Morigenos

SakuMo's Owain/Odin Writing Prompts

Prompt: What about one where Corrin and Owain are king and queen of Valla. Or (if I can ask again) one with that harem/brothel/Arabic style we talked about, it's on my mind all the time. (Dark and dangerous power couple)

Me: Ohh! An Arabian Nights Corrwain would be interesting! I think I'll save that one for an AU miniseries, so let's have some King and Queen of Valla!

"I can't believe Xander and Ryoma agreed to give up land for the Vallite refugees," Corrin said as she laced her fingers in her lap. She was seated cross-legged on the bed, Owain behind her, gently pulling a brush through her damp hair. He'd offered to comb it out for her after their shower, so here they sat in pajamas, sharing a moment of quiet conversation. It was so strange being back in Nohr, though last time she'd only stayed in Castle Krakenburg one night before setting out at the start of her journey.

"It's only fair since the real Valla no longer exists," said Owain, raking his fingers through a snag the brush had caught.

"I guess that's true, though the people could have assimilated into both kingdoms," she said, frowning with thought.

"It isn't their fault their kingdom is no more, so all the better they found a new one in a new land, with one of its former royal line as Queen."

"I still wish Azura would have accepted the role," Corrin pouted sourly.

"I think you're the clear choice for the job," he said, leaning forward to smooch her shoulder.

"I think you're biased," she said with a snicker.

"Maybe so, but the point still stands," said Owain, returning to his brushing. "After all, who better to lead the people of Valla than the shining goddess who ended their struggle?"

"I had a bit of help, you know," Corrin said, tilting her head back to give him an unamused smile.

"True, you had the great mage Odin Dark by your side," he said with a cheeky grin.

"And because of that, justice prevailed," she chuckled, turning fully and crawling forward to capture his lips. Smiling softly as they separated, Corrin raised a hand to his cheek. "Truly, Owain, thank-you. I couldn't have made it without you."

"You were already destined for greatness," he said leaning into her palm with a warm grin. "I merely leant a fell hand."

"A hand I'll be counting on to help me as King," Corrin said, leaning in to smooch him.

Owain sat back abruptly, blinking in surprise at her. "King?"

"Yes, of course," she said. "If I'm going to be the Queen, then you're naturally going to be the King."

"No," he said, shaking his head.

"No?" Corrin repeated, frowning at him. "What do you mean no?"

"Valla is going to be a queendom, not a kingdom," Owain said, taking her hands. "You're going to be the one who rules, Corrin. The title of King denotes equal power, something I don't intend to accept."

"So, what, you intend to sit on your ass and look pretty for the rest of your life?" Corrin asked with an angry arched eyebrow.

"I'll of course support you as your husband," he said, frowning at her. "I just don't think I'm worthy of accepting the role of King, since I'm an outsider to Valla, and from another world, at that." He looked at the ceiling in thought. "I suppose since I'm a prince in Ylisse, I could be the Prince Consort of Valla, but…"

"Owain, you're going to be the King."

She said it so matter-of-factly that he was taken aback. "Corrin, I can't accept—"

"The hells you can't," said Corrin, leering sternly at him. "If you think for one second that I'll allow you to be treated as any less than me, then you're severely mistaken."

"Corrin, please, I don't—"

"I'll be the Queen. Ophelia and Kana will be the Princess and Prince. So you'll be King, Owain. We'll make that Outrealm Portal to Ylisse and bring your whole family here so they can see your coronation."

"But I—"

"I honestly thought you'd be excited," Corrin said with a disapproving frown. "Give me some speech about the Chosen Hero ascending the throne—"

"Corrin, please," Owain said, taking her hands and giving her a pleading stare. Sighing, his eyes fell to their hands, his thumb stroking the back of her palm. "Corrin, this is your achievement. I always tend to overdo things and draw attention to myself, so I wanted to take a quieter role this time. I...I don't want to outshine you."

Corrin paused, considering him for a moment, and then her eyebrows tipped upward, a pitying smile curling her lips. "Tell me, Owain, if the roles were reversed, would you let me do the same?"

He glanced up at her, startled by the question. "What?"

"If you were being crowned the Exalt of Ylisse, would you let me refuse an equal title, just because I wasn't from the same world?"

Hesitating, he shook his head. "No…"

"You'd argue with me to be your Queen, wouldn't you?"

"Yes…" he sighed, eyeing the mattress.

Corrin squeezed his hands, forcing him to look up at her again. "I want you to be my equal, Owain. I'm not going to know what I'm doing with this, and I'm counting on you to help me make decisions for our kingdom. It's true I hold the birthright, but you're the person I chose to have by my side, and that makes you just as important. Besides," she said, petting his cheek with a loving smile, "I shine brightest when we work together."

He gaped at her, struck by her sentiment, eyes misting despite himself. Huffing a chuckle, he grinned. "I guess Owain Dark has met his match," he said, kissing the heel of her palm.

"Damn right he has," Corrin said, pressing her forehead to his. "Now shut up and be my King, Owain."

Grinning, Owain met her for a kiss, adding softly, "As you command, my Queen."