#i apologize for e begging but im still poor fjaksld;

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Selkie Corrin + F!S/O

Male Corrin

If I’m getting the mythos correct - which by all means I may not be! - I believe that there’s at least one myth out there that says male selkies are summoned when the woman they’re after cries seven tears into the ocean! For this however, I’m going to call it “cry seven times” for variety’s sake.

Since the two corrins are PRETTY MUCH THE SAME i’m going to implement my own headcanons for them to differentiate where M! Corrin is a bit more sensitive, and f!corrin is more ruthless. (Which is literally based on nothing than my own heart, and the box art having f!corrin with nohr and m!corrin with hoshido)

Anyway, I imagine that Corrin has been watching your little seaside town for some time, and had noticed you slipping down the beach one night. Climbing up and over the wall of rocks that divided the area with practiced ease, he watched from his place on the rocks farther out. He watched as you slipped further down, until you had neared a small little cave.

He’d seen you before - he knows most of the town’s residents, or at least the ones who come down to the beach regularly. He’s seen you interact with others of his pod before, though he himself had never felt the need to come too terribly close to the shore. They’d always been so tame around you... though really, the only ones who were aggressive were the normal seals. And, well, sometimes the higher up members of his other relations.

The only real time he’d ever come onto the shore while humans were there was when he’d been a child... and it was so long ago he could hardly remember it, but he’d never forgotten the kind little girl who had picked his coat up and dusted the sand off of it for him when he’d dropped it and tripped. She’d bandaged his knee up and helped him calm down.

And... that was really the only extent of his knowledge of humans.

But when he gets the urge to follow you into the cave, he’s so taken aback by what he finds that he can’t process it.

You’re seated in the shallow end of the water, sobbing violently, bordering on wails as you curl in on yourself. He’s never seen a human cry so... horribly out of nowhere. He’s seen humans wail as ships have brought back their dead, or they’ve cast bottles out into the ocean, but to have seen you seemingly fine for a moment, and then so violently sad the next... it scares him.

He gets as close as he dares without alerting you to his presence, and watches for a long moment, before slowly making his way out of the water. He stays in his seal form, and inches closer to you. 

Doing the only thing he can think of... he rolls onto his back, and slaps his stomach with his fins. The absurdity of it makes you laugh, and you eventually stop crying so badly, breaking off into small sniffles laced with laughter.

Eventually, you leave, as does Corrin. 

But he watches the shore the next day, and the day after that... until you’ve appeared again. And five more times, you return to that small cave, sobbing into the waters hopelessly. He soon comes to find that you’re locked into some sort of obligation, though he doesn’t know what. Your village had taken you in, and you’d been working wherever needed help most over the years, ever since your parents had died when you were young. There were no others your age, and so despite the affection most of the villagers had for you, you often felt like an outcast.

He comforts you, going from simply entertaining you with tricks to pressing himself into your arms, letting you sob into him until you’d tired yourself out. Sometimes you spoke of how silly it was, that you’d found your only friend in the form of a seal. But you wouldn’t have it any other way, you tell him, eyes red and puffy from crying as you sigh softly. 

On the seventh night he finds you, you’re shivering and cold as you sob weakly into your hands, the thin nightgown doing nothing to keep out the chill. 

You know he’s there, even as your back is turned to the water, and you tell him that you’re to be married in the morning. That you don’t know the man you’re marrying, only that he’s said to be wealthy, and kind, and generous, but the whispers of the elderly women are full of pity as they share tales of his misdeeds and mistreatment of the women he’s sought to woo in the past. 

You trust their wisdom and knowledge more than the men who have sought to marry you off, but you have no idea how to get out of it as the marriage has been arranged for the benefit of the village, and nobody could stop the elders once they’d made their decision. 

Corrin feels tears well in his eyes as he emerges from the water, shaking his coat off of his shoulders as the weight of the decision he’s already made presses into his chest.

He wraps his coat around you, sinking to his knees and hugging you tightly. He backs away and explains who he is... what he is... and that he’s sorry to have been pretending for so long. But you gasp, tears in your eyes, and hug him so tight he nearly topples over with the force of it. 

You remember him, from when you were a child and you had been visiting the town with your parents. You remembered the strange, white-haired boy who cried when he skinned his knee and looked like he would cry harder when you’d picked up his coat for him, as though he expected you to rip it out of his arms and never give it back.

He smiles, and sniffles, and presses a kiss to your lips. His fingers curl tighter around his own coat, wrapping you up tighter than before. He entwines his fingers with yours, and you press your foreheads together, glad to be reunited with your first love. When he speaks, it’s with such hope in his eyes...

“I’m so sorry... please... let me take you away from here. I promise I’ll love you for all of our lives.”

You’ve never been so happy to say yes.

Female Corrin

The first time she had seen you, Corrin had fallen in love.

Well, perhaps it wasn’t love - but she certainly was smitten with you. You were so pretty, and funny, and you’d played with her all day along the beach as a child, on one of the rare days that she and Silas had snuck out and away from their parents and the rest of the pod. Silas had been forced to leave, which left Corrin all alone with nobody to play with. 

Then you’d arrived, and she’d eagerly approached the only other child (or person, for that matter), and found that you were visiting as well. Your grandmother lived on the next island over, and you and your parents were waiting for the boat to arrive, so they’d sent you off to play as they prepared gifts for your grandmother.

She eagerly takes you by the hand, and pulls you towards the shore, where the two of you played for hours until you’d had to leave for your boat. You’d even made her a friendship bracelet, and taught her how to make one for you - something she eagerly treasures even years later when she’s all grown up and swimming along the shore of a new island. You’d promised to meet her again, and she’d kept up the hopes she’d see you along the coast of the area she’d lived in all of her life once more... 

One day, however, she spots a pretty young woman along the shore, helping the sailors load the fish into carts to carry to the market. You’re new to the little village she’s been frequenting, and she’s intrigued. She watches as you return, day after day, bundled in coats too big for you. 

Eventually, she spots you reclined on the beach, in a secluded little area that’s hard to get to, and she can’t help but get closer. Her curiosity gets the better of her as she approaches, giving a short bark as you jolt upwards, staring at the seal approaching.

She butts your knee with her head, and rolls onto her back.

She’s the strangest seal you’ve ever seen, but you laugh, and shake your head as you gently stroke her head.

And so the routine continues for some weeks - you come down and visit the beach at least once a week, and Corrin relaxes with you. 

One day, you’ve just arrived at the beach on a warmer afternoon than usual as of late. She begins approaching, swimming fast through the water with excitement, when she spots the friendship bracelet hanging from your wrist.

She’s out of the water faster than you can process the fact that a scantily clad pretty girl has just thrown herself into your arms, clinging so tight you almost can’t breathe. You definitely can’t breathe for a moment when you collide with the ground, but then the memories come rushing back and the two of you are crying.

Corrin frequents the beach every day after that. The two of you talk for hours upon hours, reconnecting after so long apart.

Corrin takes her coat off one day, and leaves it by the rocks. She’d asked Camilla... who had told her of the test, and lurks nearby in case you fail, even though Corrin had assured her you wouldn’t.

She tells you about the fact that if a human takes her coat and hides it, she’ll have to stay with them until they return it. Sometimes, this results in marriage, but eventually the selkie returns to the sea. 

At the end of the day, she turns to leave, pointedly leaving her coat behind. As she moves to dive into teh water, you call her name, and wrap her coat around her. What would she do if she forgot it, and someone stole it?

She grins, ear-to-ear, and quickly wraps it around you, pressing a kiss to your lips as she envelops you in a hug.

“You’ll have to hold onto it for me then! So nobody else takes it but the one I love.”