#𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗆𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾

[legoes]

hi corrin i feel like we havent spoken in forever but! 🍬 and 🌧️ for mister hat ghostie :3

it really has been forever i hope you’re doing good 😭

also sorry this took so long work has been insane and i haven’t been able to properly write anything

send an emoji and an f/o or s/i and ill write a drabble with that prompt!

🍬 - something sweet.

summary: horacio overheard constance mention something about corrin’s sweet tooth. he decides to give him a gift.

notes: ride timeline so i’m once again using the fan name for ride!hattie! a little concept for some bonding. takes place pre-deaths! also, little note for the fic, in the ride, the shadow pianist shows up right around the picture of constance’s 4th husband, so there’s a hc that he played the piano!

horacio had no idea why he was so nervous.

to be fair, constance was not really fond of him (they were simply associates; coworkers really) so there was a high chance she simply picked up on his feelings and lied to get him to embarrass himself. she would, if it meant keeping him away from corrin, probably.

he stared at the box of candies in his hand. even if corrin did not like them, he would probably accept them. just to be polite.

he knocked on the door of the large manor, finally deciding to just get it over with.

to his surprise, corrin was the once who opened the door, a somber look on his face. “horacio, i’d say it’s good to see you but, well…”

“i completely understand, the loss of mr caine is still fresh.”

corrin nodded, opening the door. “come in, constance should be down shortly.”

corrin had gotten along surprisingly well with constance’s fourth husband, something that had sped up constance’s plan.

“i hope you don’t mind, but i brought something for you as well.” he handed over the small box. “constance mentioned you liked sweets.”

corrin cracked a small smile at this, taking the box and opening it.

and suddenly, he remembered just how nervous he was before he knocked on the door.

corrin took one of the small chocolates out and ate it. “dark chocolate?”

oh no. “i’m sorry, i had assumed you’d like it.”

“no, i do!” corrin smiled wider, although it still did not quite reach his eyes. “dark chocolate is my favorite, thank you!”

horacio smiled, relief filling him, if only for a moment. then, he looked behind corrin, smiling up at the stair behind them. “constance, i hope you’re doing well. terribly sorry for your loss.”

constance glared down at him for a moment, but the second corrin turned to her, her expression changed, to false sorrow. “thank you for coming on such short notice, mr topper.”

corrin gave constance a small hug when she finally came down the stairs, nodding to her. “i’ll leave you two to your meeting.” then, he turned to horacio. “i hope that i’ll get to see you again under better circumstances. thank you very much for the chocolates.”

constance was silent until corrin was out of earshot. “chocolate?”

“you mentioned he had a sweet tooth. i thought it would be nice to bring him some.”

constance stared him down for a moment, glaring at him before rolling her eyes. “fine, follow me, we have some work to finish.”

he continued to follow her for quite a bit, at one point walking past the library. there, corrin was reading a book, as he usually was, eating the chocolates he was given.

sweet tooth. dark chocolate. he would have to remember that for next time.

🌧️ - "it looks like rain soon."

summary: alistair and corrin are traveling and decide they need a place to stay.

notes: 2023 movie timeline! aka before alistair’s (and by extension my s/i’s) return to new orleans and also pre-deaths.

the sky had been cloudy all day, not that corrin was one to notice. he was far too entranced by the world around him.

alistair wanted to point it out, but corrin was so… happy. well, he was always happy, or rather, always seemed happy.

when he looked back down to corrin, after looking away for only a moment, corrin was standing in front of him, holding what looked like a small bird.

“it looks like rain soon.”

alastair chose not to scoff and roll his eyes at the other young adult, instead simply nodding. “we need to find some place to stay.”

the two continued their walk, the clouds growing darker and darker. every once in a while, alistair looked over to corrin, who was still holding that bird.

“what’s with the bird?” corrin simply shrugged in response. yeah, that seemed normal for him.

eventually, they came across an inn, lucky enough to have a single room open. it was a one bed, but they had shared a bed before under circumstances like this, so it was not strange.

just as they were settling in, corrin using his coat to make a makeshift nest for the bird, it finally started to rain. “good thing i notice the clouds, right?”

alistair sighed softly, now rolling his eyes that he was facing away. “yeah, real lucky.”

corrin was so lucky that he was alistair’s favorite person.