#if/when this doesn’t happen I’m relying on you beautiful fic writers to rectify this pls

[lovedoesnotconquerall]

I swear to god if this man forges a scrap metal hairpin in the design of the “lost” wooden one, I might actually combust. And if at some point it becomes useful to her as a weapon? RIP me!

(Insert something intelligent here about both of their pasts being scarred by fire and how wood burns but metal is remade…)