#sissy writes too much

[sissytobitch10seconds]

I'm rewatching Shadow and Bone and I just got to the scene where Alina and Baghra have their first real conversation about Aleksander. The fact that Alina feels like everything new and powerful in her life is tied to him is exactly what he wants, which was why he isolated her from the others by encouraging her to dress in black. I think it's a really wonderful representation of what an abuser does, because he made her feel like all the wonderful accomplishments that she made were actually a gift that he gave to her. Baghra's guilt about her son being pushed away so that she can properly encourage Alina for once instead of just yelling at her is also amazing. It's really important to me that the abused daughter of an eccentric scientist and the victim of a tyrannical dictator get to have that kinship together and I wish more people talked about that.

[sissytobitch10seconds]

Kanej is their struggle with physical intimacy, but that's not everything that they are. I can't really imagine a world where they're both desperate to have sex with each other, both because of Inej's trauma surrounding the menagerie and it just doesn't feel like them.

If they were to end up together I imagine that their relationship would be a lot of Kaz working in silence and Inej sitting next to him while doing whatever hobby she wants. Maybe they would work to a place where she could sit close enough that their legs could touch, maybe they would just want to be in each other's company all the time.

Kanej is building each other up and giving them the opportunities that they never had. Kaz quite literally freed Inej from the prison that she had been wrongfully placed into and gave her the chance to do work that could bring her freedom when no one else would. Inej pushed Kaz forward until he bettered himself and realized that he could be the Bastard of the Barrel and Kaz Rietveld, the demon and the boy, because that's what she wanted him.

The line "I will have you without armor or I will not have you at all" is not about sex, it's about emotional intimacy. His gloves and her knives are the way that they protect themselves physically but they are also security blankets. If they want to pursue something with each other then they have to help the other exist without the safety blankets.

Kanej is raw. Kanej is passionate without touch. Kanej is tender, and delicate, and unsteady, and new, and aggressive, and dedicated, and so many other things. Their relationship is complicated and multi-layered, so much more than their physical intimacy.

Sick of people sexualizing Kanej

Like yes we all want them to heal and be okay with touch and I yes I'm a hella sex repulsed ace and don't like anything being sexualized

But like

Kanej is so much more than a physical attraction, and they don't need that to show that they love each other

And yes I understand that it's a larger societal issue of thinking sex and kissing or touching in that sense is a requirement for a loving and healthy relationship, but I always have an issue with people claiming to like kanej and still thinking that way

Sure I take these characters way too seriously sometimes probably, but they're very important to me, a good deal in part to the nature of their relationship and the lack of physical intimacy and I hate to see people claiming to love them as well and yet not understanding them

The Crows are all deep and multifaceted characters and in order to understand them you have to try and really see things as they do and get inside their heads. And I'm not saying everyone has to do that in order to like or enjoy them, but as someone who has dived into their minds and thought processes and experiences it makes me sad and frustrated to see people talking about them and claiming to love them when they don't understand them fully.

There are plenty of other "hot" or "sexy" relationships out there to be enjoyed in those ways if you want, but Kanej isn't one of them

Kanej is for the people like me

The people who want and can have a loving and healthy relationship without physical intimacy, the people who value trust and emotional connection more than hollow physical ones

And definitely not trying to shame anyone or say physical intimacy is never important, just that media portrayal focuses on that only and the other stuff gets lost

That's what's so important about Kanej, and why they're so important to me

So if you want to write or draw or talk about them, maybe take some time to understand them and why they mean so much to people before you take away one of the things that makes them so special and valuable

[dreamties]

obviously since I have a new fixation I need to write regression fics for it soon !!!

i've been thinking a lot about Sissy as a caregiver <:O She would be really sweet and caring. she is one of the only family members I would trust with a little reader 😭 she'd be great with helping to keep ya out of trouble <333

or !!!! Johnny with a reader that pet regresses has my heart in a clutch hold

like i need to be able to curl up like a lil pup on Johnny's lap while he reads a book or sharpens his knife. or if we're outside on the porch maybe he's whittling and his lil pup is on the ground next to him, nuzzling at his leg. he keeps such a good eye on em !!!! <333

[novemberlavender]

Okay, I normally lurk on here but....

Has anybody else noticed Sissy's scar on her throat? I haven't seen people post about it.

I thought at first it could be a shadow or mark where her cartilage is or just an issue with the face and body model but it does appear to me that it is a scar.

I just find it really interesting and would love to see lore on it. It is also very intriguing with how she tries to make victims see enlightenment by also slashing at their throats. The wiki says that she wasn't always psychotic so maybe her experience with near death and participation in cults is why she gained this new perspective on death and the afterlife? Maybe that's why she returned as she found a new way to cope with all the savagery that the Slaughter family revolves around.

[harrysfolklore]

the honorary WAG - cl16

summary: yn has always been known as 'the honorary wag', since she's kika's best friend and adored by all the other wags, but what happens when the girls want her to become an official wag? a bet to get her and charles together before kika and pierre's wedding sounds like a plan.

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folkie radio: i saw that video of alex and charles dancing at a wedding and i felt like i NEEDED to write something that involved charles and weddings, this was the result ! i really hope you like it (if you do please leave a reblog)

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username2 NO WAAAAYYYYYYY

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charles_leclerc Wow I can’t believe my childhood best friend is getting married, you both deserve all the happiness in the world and I’m so happy for you ❤️ ♥︎ by author

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↳ username3 he needs to be the best man idc

username3 this wedding is going to be out of this world

francisca.cgomes IM STILL OVER THE MOON. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ♥︎ by author

↳ username5 KIKA IS GOING TO BE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BRIDE EVER

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↳ username1 LANDOOOO PLEASE

↳ username2 and i can’t wait to see him absolutely wasted

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↳ username3 yn and kika are the it girls

↳ username4 she’s probably going to be the maid of honor im crying over people who don’t know me

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yourinstagram MY BEST FRIEND IN THE ENTIRE WORLD IS GETTING MARRIED 🥺 im so happy for you both @/francisca.cgomes @/pierregasly (even if that means that you finally stole her from me) let the wedding planning begin 🕺

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username1 congrats kika and pierre !!

username2 it girls ❤️‍🔥

carmenmmundt This wedding will be the best thing ever ♥︎ by author, francisca.cgomes, lilyzneimer, lilymhe, iamrebeccad

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↳ username3 i love that yn is not a wag but she’s loved among the wags anyway

username4 oh to be a guest at this wedding

landonorris Can I be a bridesmaid too?

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↳ francisca.cgomes No

↳ username1 HEEEELP poor little lando norris 😭

francisca.cgomes I LOVE YOU SO MUCH SISSY 🥺 you’ll always be my wifey even if i’m married to someone else ♥︎ by author

↳ pierregasly That hurt

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womenofthepaddock Kika Gomes (soon to be Mrs. Gasly), Carmen Montero (Spain’s national treasure) and YN (the honorary WAG) have arrived to the Paddock #SpainGP

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username1 SLAYYY

username2 they’re all so stunning omg

username3 oh to be one of them

username4 i love how yn is really the honorary wag

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↳ username2 ALL THE WAGS LIKING THIS COMMENT 😭

username5 i NEED yn’s outfit

username6 get yourself a bestfriend like kika gomes who takes you to formula one races

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📍BARCELONA, SPAIN.

Every time you agreed to join Kika for her boyfriend's (and now, fiancé) races, the same question came to your mind: "Why is the paddock so confusing?"

You were currently trying to make your way back to Alpine hospitality, where you're supposed to watch the race from, but you kept getting lost. The maze of motorhomes, garages, and bustling activity was overwhelming. The constant hum of mechanics working, team members rushing around, and fans hoping for a glimpse of their favorite driver made it all more chaotic.

"YN, hey!" you heard a voice call out for you, turning around, you saw Rebecca and Carlos walking your way.

"Hey guys," you greeted them with a small hug once they approached you.

"Got lost again?" Carlos asked, and you remembered the time he found you in the same situation a couple of years ago.

"Yeah, this place is like a labyrinth. I have no idea how you guys navigate it so easily."

"Years of practice," Carlos chuckled, "Come on, We'll walk you to Alpine. It's not too far from here."

"Wait," Rebecca said before you could even start walking, "Why don't you come to Ferrari with us a bit, I'm sure Kika and Pierre won't mind."

Your eyebrows immediately raised at Rebecca's suggestion, noticing the teasing smirk on her face. She wanted to carry on with her (and the girl's) plan of making you like Charles.

Charles Leclerc, loved by millions, but you weren't quite one of them.

It's not that you actively disliked him, but there was something about him that didn't sit right with you.

Maybe it was the fact that every single time you've interacted with him ever since you started joining Kika for F1 stuff, he was somehow rude to you.

The last thing you wanted was to have an awkward interaction with him at the Ferrari garage, but you knew Rebecca wouldn't let you go that easily.

"Okay, fine," you sighed, "I'll come with you guys.

"Great! Let's go then." Rebecca's face lit up with a smile.

The three of you walked towards the Ferrari garage, the race wasn't starting for another few hours so you knew you were inevitably running into Charles once you got there.

"This is the perfect opportunity to clear the air between you and Charles," Rebecca elbowed you, almost making you roll your eyes, "Who knows? Maybe you have more in common that you realize."

"You and Charles don't like each other?" Carlos asked you, reaching out to hold his girlfriend's hand.

"Stop, It's not like that," you said, almost throwing your head back in frustration, "Every time we've interacted, he's been... dismissive. Rude, even. I don't know if it's just me or if he's like that with everyone."

"Charles can be a bit intense sometimes, especially on race weekends," Carlos pointed out, "But he's a good guy. Maybe you two just got off on the wrong foot."

"Maybe," you muttered, not entirely convinced.

You eventually reached the Ferrari garage, Rebecca and Carlos led the way, weaving through the throngs of people with ease. You tried to keep up, feeling a bit like a fish out of water in the sea of red uniforms.

You spotted Charles almost immediately, deep in conversation with one of his engineers and not even noticing that the three of you entered the room.

"Charles, hey!" Rebecca called out for him, you really admired her determination on the matter.

"Hey guys," Charles approached you, and you couldn't help but get a good look at him.

He might not be your favorite on the grid, but you couldn't deny that he was really handsome.

"You remember YN, right?" Rebecca asked with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

"Of course," Charles replied, a small smirk playing on his lips, "You're going to be Kika's maid of honor, right?"

"That's right," you nodded, a bit surprised he remembered.

Rebecca and Carlos exchanged a knowing glance before Carlos spoke up, "We need to go check on something. You two, catch up."

You shot them a look of disbelief, but they were already walking away, leaving you and Charles alone.

"So, what have you been up to?" Charles asked, leaning casually against the wall. "It's been a while since I've seen you around."

"Yeah, I haven't really been able to come to any races, I'm moving to Monaco, so that has been keeping me busy," you said, trying to keep the conversation light.

"Really? Which area?" he asked, a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice.

You told him the name of the neighborhood, and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. "No way. I live there too. Are you the one who's been making all those moving noises two houses away from mine?"

"I fear that would be me," you laughed, feeling some of the awkwardness melt away, "I didn't know you lived there."

"Small world, huh?" he chuckled, and for the first time, you saw a glimpse of the Charles that everyone else seemed to adore.

"Yeah, it is," you agreed, still a bit cautious but warming up to him. "Guess we'll be seeing more of each other."

"Looks like it," he said with a smile, "I mean, at least you'll have someone you can ask for a cup of milk when you run out."

As you continued to chat with Charles, you found yourself genuinely enjoying the conversation. It was a stark contrast to your previous encounters with him, and it made you question your initial judgment. His smile was warm, his laugh infectious, and the more you talked, the more you realized how much you had in common.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Rebecca and Carlos across the garage, watching the two of you with satisfied smiles and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at them. You were already expecting the girls groupchat to explode with messages about you and Charles.

"Looks like your plan is working," Carlos said to Rebecca, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"Told you it would," Rebecca grinned, "The rest of the girls and I even made a bet."

"A bet?" Carlos raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Yep," Rebecca confirmed, a playful glint in her eyes. "We bet on getting them together before Pierre and Kika's wedding. We all agree they'd make a great match."

"You and your schemes, amor," Carlos chuckled, shaking his head, "But I have to admit, you might be onto something."

Rebecca leaned her head on Carlos's shoulder, watching you and Charles laugh together. "Trust me, Carlos. Sometimes people just need a little nudge in the right direction."

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username1 SLAYYY

username2 the honorary WAG for real

carmenmmundt I missed you so much 🫶 ♥︎ by author

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f1gossip We love the WAGS (and yn) being besties

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pierregasly My fiancée loves me 🥰

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↳ username3 i think this is the first time i see charles and yn interact 😭😭

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↳ yourinstagram never trust the sainz-donaldson couple…

↳ username1 WHATS GOING ON HERE

↳ username2 lord i’m so nosy i need to be part of their friendgroup

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📍MONTE CARLO, MONACO

Living alone it's all fun and games until you get locked out of your house after a quick run to the store for some late night snacks.

You stood there, staring at your sophisticated security system installed in all the houses in your upscale Monaco neighborhood —one that was definitely too expensive for you, but you were grateful the company you worked for paid for your rent — feeling utterly defeated.

The high-tech lock had its advantages, but it also meant that once you were locked out, getting back in without a key was next to impossible.

Sighing, you pulled out your phone and texted Kika, hoping she might be able to help.

You frowned at the suggestion. Asking Charles for help wasn’t your first choice, especially given your rocky interactions in the past. And yes, maybe you had a great conversation in Barcelona but that didn't mean that he suddenly liked you and would be willing to help you.

What if he's busy? Or thinks you're stupid for locking yourself out of your own house? What if this is all part of the girl's plan of setting you up with a driver?

Were some thoughts that ran through your head as you stood in your porch. But with no other options, you pushed them away and sent him a message.

You sighed, feeling a mix of relief and nervousness. Asking Charles, someone who you disliked from time to time and thought he hated you just a few weeks ago for help wasn't on your bingo card, but there you were waiting for him to show up.

True to his word, Charles arrived shortly, wearing a casual outfit that made him look really comfy, and you prayed that you didn't disturb him too much with your antics.

"Locked out, huh?" he said with a grin.

"Yeah, stupid me forgot the keys inside," you replied, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"No worries, happens to the best of us," he said, pulling out a set of keys from his pocket. "I actually learned a trick for these locks. All the houses here have the same system, and I’ve had my fair share of lockouts."

You watched as he worked with the keys and the lock, not sure of what he was doing but trusting his word that he knew how to unlock it. After what it seemed like a minute, your door unlocked with ease.

"Thank you so much, Charles. You saved me," you said, letting out a sigh of relief, "And I'm really sorry that I bothered you, you must've been busy or just resting and I made you get out of the house."

"Hey, It's okay," he said, flashing you a warm smile, "Told you could shout if you needed a spare cup of milk, or in this case, a way into your house."

"Thank you a lot, really."

You smiled softly as you both stood on your porch, and he mirrored your gesture. You looked at his features for a moment, his eyes were soft and a beautiful shade of green and blue, he looked extremely cozy clad in his hoodie and joggers.

Ugh why are you even thinking about Charles Leclerc like that? The voice inside your head came out again. And you didn't have an answer for it, but you pushed the thought away and focused on the present moment.

"So, how's the unpacking going?" Charles said after a minute of silence.

"It's getting there. Still a lot to do," you shrugged.

"Well, if you need any help, just let me know," he offered. "I'm pretty handy with setting up furniture and stuff."

"I might take you up on that," you said, and you fell into silence again.

And that's when you realized that for some reason, you didn't want the interaction to end, and something about the way he looked at you made you feel like he didn't want it either.

"How about you come in for a cup of tea?" you suggested without even taking a spare second to think about it, "As a thank you for helping me out, I mean."

He looked pleasantly surprised. "I'd really like that. Thanks."

You led him inside, quickly tidying up a few stray boxes before boiling water for tea. Once it was ready, you both sat down with steaming cups of tea, and you started talking about the topic that was inevitable among the grid and friends: Pierre and Kika's upcoming wedding.

"Can you believe they're getting married?" you asked, stirring your tea.

"I know, right?" Charles replied with a chuckle. "Pierre's been so excited. He talks about it all the time."

"They're such a great couple," you said, smiling. "Kika has been my best friend for years. I couldn't be happier for her."

"Yeah, Pierre is like a brother to me," Charles added, his expression softening. "He deserves all the happiness in the world."

You took a sip of your tea, feeling the warmth spread through you, "They deserve each other."

"By the way," Charles said, setting down his cup, "have you thought about what you’re going to wear?"

"I’ve been stressing over it," you laughed, "I want to find something perfect, and I feel like I'm running out of time."

"I’m sure whatever you choose will be great," he said reassuringly. "You have good taste."

"Thanks," you said, feeling a bit flustered by the compliment. "What about you? Got your outfit ready?"

"Not at all," he replied with a grin. "You know, since you're the maid of honor and I'm the best man, we should coordinate our outfits," he suggested with a playful smile. "Imagine how great we'll look standing next to Pierre and Kika if we match."

You laughed at the idea. "Maybe we should. It would make for some great photos."

"I can already see it now," Charles chuckled, "The perfect duo."

The conversation flowed easily, and you found yourself genuinely enjoying Charles's company. He was funny, engaging, and far from the dismissive person you initially thought he was. You talked about everything from the wedding to your favorite places in Monaco, your work, his feelings about the F1 season so far and you couldn't help but think about how much the girls would freak out if they saw you talking and engaging the way you were.

Maybe they were right about you and Charles getting along well, but they're wrong about you possibly dating him, because you weren't looking for that, you thought to yourself again.

As the night drew to a close, Charles stood up to leave. "Thanks for the tea and the company, YN. I’m surprised we never got to talk like this before."

"Me too," you admitted, feeling a pang of guilt for your previous judgments about him. "I'm glad we did, though. And thank you again for helping me tonight, you were kind of my savior."

"Stop thanking me, you already did it like ten times," he said as you both walked to the door. "Are you going to the race in Austria this weekend?"

"I wasn’t planning on it," you said, "Kika's not going, and I usually go with her."

"Well, you could be my guest this time," he offered, a hopeful look in his eyes. "It could be fun."

You blinked, taken aback by his offer. "Are you serious?" you asked, needing to be sure you heard him right.

"Absolutely," Charles said, his tone sincere, "I know you're good friends with the girls and you love hanging out with them. It would be fun, and I'd love to have you there."

Your mind raced. When you left your house a few hours ago you never expected to get locked out which would lead to end your night with an invitation from Charles Leclerc to the Austrian Grand Prix, offering you a chance to spend time together at a race.

The wheels in your brain turned, making you unsure of your answer, when deep down you knew you wanted to take on his offer and go to Austria. You loved attending races and being around everyone in the F1 world, at first it was just something you did with Kika because of her boyfriend, but now it was something you enjoyed a lot.

Plus, you had to admit, the idea of spending more time with Charles was becoming increasingly appealing.

On the other hand, you couldn't shake the nagging doubt in the back of your mind. Was this just Charles being nice? Or what if the girls had put him up to this in another attempt to set you two up? You didn't want to complicate things somehow, especially with Pierre and Kika's wedding on the horizon.

Realizing you had been silent for a moment too long, you looked at Charles, your expression a mix of surprise and hesitation, and maybe you were crazy, but something in his face told you that he wanted you to say yes.

"That sounds amazing, Charles," you said, a small smile playing on your lips, "But… can I think about it? It sounds fun but I want to make sure I can make it work with my schedule."

"Of course," he replied with a nod, not pushing you for an immediate answer, "Just let me know soon so I can make the arrangements if you decide to come. I'd really like to have you there."

"Thanks, Charles," you said, feeling a warmth in your chest at his genuine interest. "I'll let you know soon."

"Great," he said, giving you a smile that made your heart flutter a little. "Goodnight, YN."

"Goodnight, Charles," you replied, watching as he walked away.

As you closed the door, you had one thought running through your head: the bridesmaids groupchat is about to go crazy

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📍SPIELBERG, AUSTRIA

The Austrian GP weekend had been eventful so far to say the least. When you arrived on friday, you expected to catch an Uber to your hotel, or for someone sent by Charles to pick you up.

But turns out, Charles himself was standing there as you walked through the gates, waiting for you with a warm smile.

None of the girls ended up attending the GP, so you spent most of your time with Charles. It felt strange at first, since you had never spent much time interacting with him before, but you'd be lying if you said that you didn't enjoy it.

Despite the friendly atmosphere off the track, it was a tough weekend for Charles competitively. His car had plenty of complications, from engine issues to problematic tires, which led him to a bad result on Sunday.

With that excuse, you suggested buying him dinner. You thought it would be a good way to cheer him up and to thank him for the weekend. It was friendly and casual.

You decided to have room service in his hotel room, neither of you in the mood to go outside, so you ordered a couple of pizzas, a bottle of wine and desert.

As the room service cart rolled in, you both laughed at how much food you had ordered. "I think our eyes were bigger than our stomachs," Charles said, eyeing the spread.

"Well, we have all night to work through it," you replied with a grin.

You both settled on the couch, the boxes of pizza open in front of you and glasses of wine in hand. If someone had told you a few months ago that you would be in this context with Charles Leclerc you'd laughed at them.

You knew the girls would have a field day when they found out.

"I'm really glad you came this weekend," Charles said after chewing on his slice of pizza, "It's been nice having you around."

"I'm glad I came too," you said, smiling back. "I didn't realize how much fun it would be. I always come to the races with Kika so this was different. Thank you again for asking me."

"I have to admit, I was a bit nervous about asking you," Charles took a sip of his wine, "I wasn't sure if you'd want to spend time with me."

You almost tensed at his words. All this time, you had assumed he disliked you because he had been rude or dismissive in your past interactions. But maybe it had all been a misunderstanding, like Kika had told you multiple times.

Damn you hated when she was right.

"Why wouldn't I?" you partially knew the answer, but you still wanted to hear what he had to say.

"I don't know. I guess I always thought you didn't like me much," he shrugged, looking slightly embarrassed.

"I thought the same thing about you," you laughed softly, "I figured you were being rude because you didn't like me."

"I never meant to be rude to you, at least not intentionally," Charles shook his head, "I'm really sorry if I ever was."

You looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. "It's okay, Charles. I guess we both just misunderstood each other."

"I'm glad we cleared that up," Charles gave a relieved smile, "It feels good to finally talk about it. Honestly, with the wedding coming up and the roles we're playing in it, I was nervous about the entire thing being awkward."

"We're good now," you said, feeling a genuine warmth spread through you. "And now I can join you in suit shopping without it being awkward."

Charles laughed, a sound that was starting to become one of your favorites. "Oh yeah, we still have to do that. We're definitely matching."

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username1 SLAYYYY

username2 CHARLES AND YN???

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username3 wait are her and charles together ??

↳ username4 they could be friends chill

username5 yn finally becoming a wag??? the masterplan worked ♥︎ by iamrebeccad, lilyzneimer, francisca.cgomes, lilymhe

↳ username1 ALL OF THE WAGS HERE AGAIN 😭

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📍MONTE CARLO, MONACO

"Charles you literally just passed me."

"Did I? Oh, I see you now," Charles said as he spotted you walking towards his car, hanging up the phone and parking so you could get in.

You got into the passenger seat, clicking your seat belt and dropping your hands to your lap, "Hello there."

"Hi love," Charles leaned in to peck your cheek, "How was work?"

This was routine by now. After your time alone in Austria, you and Charles couldn't stop hanging out. He picked you up from work, you cooked dinner for both of you, you had sitcom marathons together and so on.

It felt nice.

"It was meh," you shrugged, "My day is about to get interesting, though, isn't it?"

"If you find looking at ties and shirts for hours any amusing, then yes it is."

Today was the day you and Charles had been talking about for so long, you'd get his outfit for the Gasly-Gomes wedding.

You got your dress already, it was a beautiful satin green dress you absolutely loved. Since Charles was away racing when you bought it, you showed it to him through FaceTime and he insisted he needed to get the perfect suit to match it.

"It's going to be fun," you poked his side as he drove, "But we do need to find the perfect fit, Kika is going to kill us if we ruin her pictures."

"I mean you're going to look stunning so I just need to stand next to you and hope it rubs on me," he shrugged, and you felt your cheeks burn.

Charles made a habit out of complimenting you at this point, and even though you didn't want to think too much about it, you found yourself melting every single time.

"Feeding my ego again, Leclerc?" you teased.

"Just stating the obvious."

You engaged in small conversation as he drove to the boutique you've previously picked as your first option. One of the things about your unexpected friendship with Charles that you loved the most was how easy it is to talk to him about anything. It was easy, comfortable, and it made you realize just how much you enjoyed his company.

When you arrived at the boutique, Charles opened the door for you, a small gesture that always made you smile.

Inside, the boutique was filled with racks of elegant suits and dresses. A sales assistant approached you, and you explained what you were looking for. She guided you to a section with suits that could match what you needed.

Charles began browsing through the racks, holding up different jackets and shirts for you to see. After some deliberation, Charles found a suit that caught his eye.

"Try it on," you urged him, eyes sparkling with excitement.

Charles disappeared into the fitting room, and you waited eagerly. When he emerged, your breath caught in your throat. The suit fit him perfectly, making him look even more handsome than usual.

Since when were you this down for this man?

"What do you think?" he asked, turning to look at himself in the mirror.

"It's perfect," you said, "You look amazing, Charles."

He grinned, clearly pleased with your approval, "You think I look amazing, huh?"

"Don't let it go to your head, Leclerc," you replied, rolling your eyes but unable to hide your smile.

With the suit sorted, you moved on to finding the perfect tie. After a bit of searching, you found one that matched your dress perfectly. You held it up for Charles to see, and he nodded in approval.

"Looks great. Now, help me put it on?" he asked, a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

"Sure," you said, stepping closer to him.

As you worked on his tie, you realized just how close you were standing. Your hands moved deftly, but your heart raced with the proximity. You could feel Charles's breath on your face, and you couldn't help but glance at his lips every now and then. His eyes were fixed on you, a soft intensity in them that made your knees feel weak.

"There," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, "all done."

But neither of you moved. Your faces were inches apart, and the air between you seemed to crackle with electricity. You noticed Charles glancing at your lips, and you wondered if he could hear your heart pounding in your chest.

"Shame on Kika and Pierre," Charles said softly, a smile tugging at his lips. "We'll definitely be the best-looking pair at the wedding."

You laughed lightly, the tension easing just a bit. "Absolutely. They'll have to step up their game."

Charles's hand came up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture was so tender it made your heart flutter even more. "Thanks for helping me with this," he said, his voice sincere.

"Anytime," you replied, your voice equally soft.

You lingered a moment longer. It was just you and Charles, standing so close, sharing a moment that felt incredibly intimate. Eventually, you both stepped back, a silent understanding passing between you.

You really wanted him to kiss you

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📍PORTOFINO, ITALY

The most awaited weekend of the year was finally here, the Gasly-Gomes wedding bound was in full swing. Guests arrived to Portofino from all over, their excitement palpable as they gathered to celebrate the love between Pierre and Kika.

Despite Charles' attempts to convince you to fly with him, you were firm on your decision of flying with Kika, you knew how nervous she felt and you wanted to be by your best friend's side for the most important moment of her life.

However, you were attending the rehearsal dinner together. Which had caused a commotion with the girls earlier in the week.

Their so called plan of getting me a boyfriend from the grid won't work, you thought to yourself, I'm not even looking for a boyfriend, Charles is my friend.

The rehearsal dinner was set in a beautiful, intimate restaurant overlooking the sea, and you were waiting for Charles at the hotel's reception to leave together. You smoothed out your dress, glancing at the grand clock on the wall, you felt a bit nervous, which only made you think about Kika and the fact that she was probably a million times more anxious.

"Hey there," Charles's voice broke through your thoughts. You turned to see him approaching, looking effortlessly handsome in a tailored suit, "Mon Dieu, you look insanely gorgeous."

You felt your cheeks warm at his words. "Thank you, Charles. You clean up pretty well yourself."

He grinned, offering his arm. "Shall we?"

You linked your arm with his, and together you made your way to the car waiting outside. The drive to the restaurant was filled with light conversation and laughter. Charles had a way of making you feel at ease, and tonight was no different.

As you arrived at the venue, the soft glow of candles and string lights illuminated the setup. Tables were adorned with flowers, and the sound of the waves provided a soothing backdrop. You could see Pierre and Kika at the entrance, greeting guests with radiant smiles.

You were really happy for them.

"Let's go say hi," Charles suggested, leading you towards the happy couple.

"You both look amazing!" Kika exclaimed once you approached them, hugging you tightly. "Thank you for being here."

Pierre soon joined, greeting both you and Charles with a warm smile. "Thanks for keeping her sane on the flight here," he joked, giving Kika a playful nudge.

"It's the least I can do, you already stole her from me ," you said with a grin.

"I promise to share her from time to time." Pierre joked, making all of you laugh.

The four of you exchanged a few more words before making your way into the venue. The atmosphere inside was magical, the soft hum of conversation and laughter filled the air.

You really could feel the love and excitement radiating from everyone present.

You made your way towards the table, noticing Lando by the bar already. You couldn't help but giggle, he was dead serious about going all out with the alcohol this weekend.

You settled into your seats, Charles opening your chair for you before sitting down. You were at a big table where most drivers and their partners were already settled, Carmen and George next to you and Max and Kelly on Charles' side.

Damn, you were really the honorary WAG

"What?" you said, noticing Carmen's teasing smile as she glanced at you and Charles.

"Oh nothing," she shrugged, "You guys look really cute together."

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. "Thanks, Carmen," you replied, trying to brush off her comment. "We're here as friends."

"Sure, sure," Carmen said with a wink, and you couldn't help but chuckle at her persistence.

The evening flowed smoothly, the conversations lively and the laughter contagious. As you sipped on your champagne, you couldn't help but steal glances at Charles. He seemed so at ease, laughing and joking with the others, his eyes occasionally meeting yours with a warmth that made your heart flutter.

Dinner was served, a spread of Italian cuisine that had everyone praising the chefs. You and Charles shared bites of each other's dishes, a habit that had become second nature.

After dinner, it was time for the speeches. Since you were best man and maid of honor, you came up with the idea of surprising Kika and Pierre with heartfelt messages, which lead you to nights of takeout at his place to help each other write your speeches.

Charles was the first to stand, his presence commanding attention as he held up his glass.

"Bonsoir, everyone," he began, his voice clear and confident, "For those of you who don't know me, I'm Charles,"

"No one knows you! You're not world champion," Max yelled from his place, making everyone laugh.

"Somebody's jealous because he's not best man, I see," Charles teased, causing laughter again, "Anyway, I have known Pierre for many years now, and I can honestly say he is one of the best friends I could ever ask for. And Kika, you have brought out the best in him. Your love story is truly inspiring, and I am so honored to stand here today as your best man."

His words were heartfelt and genuine, and you could see Pierre and Kika's eyes shining with emotion. Charles continued with anecdotes about him and Pierre's karting days and well-wishes, his speech met with applause and cheers by the end.

It was your turn now, you were nervous but Charles sent a wink your way as he passed you the microphone that made you relax.

"Kika and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember," you began, your voice steady. "We have shared so many incredible moments together, and seeing her find someone who makes her so happy is truly a blessing. Pierre, you have brought so much joy into her life, and I am beyond thrilled to see you both start this new chapter together."

Your speech was filled with love and appreciation, and by the time you finished, there were a few more teary eyes around the room. Kika hugged you tightly, whispering her thanks in your ear.

After the speeches, the lights dimmed, and music began to play. Everyone gathered around the dance floor, and Charles turned to you with a mischievous smile. "Care to dance?"

"Sure," you replied, taking his hand as he led you to the center of the dance floor. The music was slow, and Charles pulled you close, his hand resting on the small of your back.

You danced together, your bodies moving in sync. You felt his breath on your cheek, and the warmth of his touch sent shivers down your spine. You looked up at him, your faces inches apart, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world disappeared.

From across the room, Lily and Rebecca watched with satisfied smiles. Alex joined them, raising an eyebrow. "So, you think your plan worked?" he asked, amusement in his voice.

"Definitely," Lily said, her eyes twinkling. "Look at them. They're practically made for each other."

Rebecca nodded in agreement. "We've been planning this for months, and it looks like it's finally happening."

"Well, I have to admit, you girls make a pretty good matchmaking team," Alex chuckled, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend.

"We just knew they needed a little push," Lily grinned, "And now, look at them. They can't take their eyes off each other."

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📍PORTOFINO, ITALY

Kika Gomes and Pierre Gasly were finally married.

The ceremony was held at a charming seaside chapel, adorned with white flowers and delicate ribbons. Guests filled the pews, their faces reflecting the joy and love of the occasion.

You stood beside Kika as her maid of honor, heart swelling with pride and happiness as she exchanged vows with Pierre. Charles, standing beside Pierre as the best man, caught your eye several times, his gaze warm and reassuring. The ceremony was beautiful, filled with heartfelt words, laughter, and a few tears of joy.

Charles made sure to compliment you from the moment he first saw you, and everyone was gushing over the two of you being color coordinated, just like you thought they would be.

After the vows were exchanged and the couple was pronounced husband and wife, it was time for the reception, or as Lando Norris would like to call it, the time to get absolutely wasted.

The party was held at a stunning villa overlooking the sea. The evening was filled with delicious food, heartfelt toasts, and lively dancing.

Just like the rehearsal dinner two days earlier, you and Charles were together all the time. Sitting beside each other at the table, Charles grabbing the train of your dress for you when you needed it, keeping at least a hand on each other all the time. You knew that wasn't "we're just friends" behavior, but you were too happy to mind.

As the night progressed, the drinks kept flowing, and everyone was in high spirits. Lando, true to his word, was leading the charge in getting everyone to the dance floor. You and Charles danced together, his hands on your shoulders as you swayed to the music, his breath on your neck as he whispered to your ear.

You knew some prying eyes were on both of you — and by that, you mean Rebecca, Lily and their respective boyfriends—, but once again, you were too happy and tipsy to mind.

After hours of dancing and celebrating, you finally took a break and sat down with your friends at one of the tables near the dance floor.

“You two were adorable on the dance floor,” Lily teased, giving you a playful nudge.

“Oh, stop,” you said, feeling your cheeks warm. “We’re just having fun.”

“Yeah, right. Just friends, huh?” Rebecca smirked.

Before you could respond, Charles appeared at the edge of the table, looking as handsome as ever, his suit jacket long forgotten and a few buttons of his shirt undone.

You were really down bad for him.

“Mind if I steal YN for a bit?” he asked, his eyes twinkling from the alcohol.

"Let the girl breathe mate! She's probably tired of you," Carlos teased, earning a round of laughter from the table.

You rolled your eyes playfully. "I think I can manage a bit more of Charles," you said, standing up and taking his offered hand.

"Of course you can," Rebecca said with a smirk. "Go meet your boyfriend."

You rolled your eyes again, but couldn’t suppress the smile spreading across your face. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you protested weakly, standing up from the table.

“Not yet, anyway.” Lily laughed.

You ignored her comment, though your heart did skip a beat. You don't know if Charles had heard any of it, but you let him lead you out to the terrace, your hand wrapped around his. From the corner of you eye, you saw Kika looking at you, nudging her husband and pointing at you both, teasing smiles on their faces.

They just got married so you'll let it slide.

“Nice to get a break from all the noise,” you said once you reached the terrace, leaning against the railing and looking out at the sea.

“Definitely,” Charles agreed, standing close beside you. “It’s been a perfect night, though.”

"I know," you smiled softly, "I'm so happy for Kika and Pierre, they deserve this so much."

"They really do. It's been a beautiful day," Charles nodded, his eyes fixed on you, "Just as beautiful as you."

He stepped closer, wrapping a hand around your waist, pulling you gently against him. Your heart raced at his touch, and you couldn't help but glance at his lips, wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. You'd thought about it more times than you'd like to admit, and the way he glanced at yours told you he did too.

“Charles,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, “what are you trying to do?”

He smiled, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’m trying to charm the pretty bridesmaid,” he replied softly, his thumb tracing small circles on your waist.

You laughed, feeling a flutter in your stomach. “And how’s that working out for you?”

“Let’s find out,” he said, leaning in slowly.

He closed the distance between you, capturing his lips with yours. The kiss was everything you’d imagined and more, slow and sweet, filled with a longing that had been building for months. His hands slid up to cup your face, deepening the kiss, and you melted into him, losing yourself in the moment.

When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless, your foreheads resting against each other.

“Definitely working,” you whispered, making him chuckle.

He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes full of affection. “Good to know,” he said, his voice low and full of warmth.

You spent a few more moments on the terrace, talking and laughing, sharing more kisses and wrapped around each other.

You were not sure what this meant for your friendship, but you were too happy to care. The night felt magical, like a dream you never wanted to end. It was a night of new beginnings, not just for Kika and Pierre, but maybe for you as well.

As you both made your way back inside, hand in hand, you noticed a few knowing smiles and exchanged glances among your friends. Kika and Pierre were still on the dance floor, looking blissfully happy, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of joy for them.

“Look who’s back!” Lando called out, a wide grin on his face.

“What’s going on?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at their suspicious behavior.

Kika abruptly approached the group, dragging Pierre by the hand a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Everybody pay up,” she said, holding out her hand.

Charles and you exchanged confused looks. “What are you talking about?” he asked.

“We had a bet going,” Kika explained, clearly enjoying this. “We bet that we could get you two together before the wedding. And technically, we did.”

“Damn, I didn't think you girls would actually make it happen,” George handed over some money with a laugh.

“Wait, you all really bet on us? The infamous masterplan was actually a real thing?” you asked, still processing the revelation.

“Of course it was,” Rebecca said with a grin. “It was obvious to everyone except you two.”

"I can't believe you guys," you said, shaking your head but unable to suppress a smile, covering your face with your hands, Charles pecked your temple gently.

"To be fair, the girls started it, we just joined in later," Oscar said, trying to deflect the blame.

“I can’t believe it took a wedding and a bet to get us here," Charles chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "I guess we owe you all a thank you,"

"No need to thank us. Just be happy," Carmen sent a wink your way, making you smile.

"Alrighty, a toast now," Lando said, climbing on top of a chair. Everyone knew he was too drunk to be stopped so you just let him, "To Kika and Pierre the happiest and most beautiful couple in the world!"

"Hear, hear!" echoed through the crowd as glasses clinked together, laughter and cheers filling the air.

"And to YN finally becoming an official WAG!" Kika chimed in, her eyes twinkling with mischief, making the girls cheer.

"Official, huh?" Charles murmured, leaning in closer.

"We'll talk about that later, Leclerc," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

The rest of the night was a whirlwind of dancing, laughter, champagne and celebration. Charles never left your side as you enjoyed with your friends.

As the party continued, you found yourselves on the dance floor once more, swaying to a slow song. Charles held you close, his arms wrapped securely around you. "So, how does it feel to be an official WAG?" he asked, his breath warm against your ear.

"As far as I'm concerned, you haven't asked anything, mister," you teased raising your eyebrows.

"Well then, consider this me asking," he murmured, his voice playful yet sincere.

"In that case," you began, teasing him further, "I suppose it feels pretty good."

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Good to hear," he replied softly, brushing his lips against your temple.

Being an official wag was amazing

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[sissytobitch10seconds]

This headcanon about fluctuating comfort levels concerning physical intimacy is more respectful as a read on Inej too. She's going to have days where her trauma is harder to overcome/live with which means that touch could actually become triggering for her. I think a lot of people that just say "they're magically healed from their issues" are cheapening her trauma and doing Inej as a character a disservice

Yes, Kanej can heal from their trauma. Yes, Kanej can desire for physical touch. Yes, Kanej can have all that.

Though Kanej can still have days where they don’t want any of that. Kanej can still have a desire to not have any physical touch. Kanej can have actual feelings that fluctuate and change and be more than all of that.

My personal headcanon?

Kanej is ace, absolutely. They can have days where they want to have physical affections and once healed, have those physical affections if so desired, but there’s also some days where they don’t want any of that at all. A lot of days where they’d rather be in the same room but not touching. Time periods where they’d rather show their love and affections via not having physical affections. I headcanon that they often do have many days where even after healed, they would rather just not hold hands, rather not kiss, rather not a lot of that. Like yes they can still have moments and days where they do want that, but that’s not all they are, either.

Normalize people and ships having boundaries and fluctuating comfort levels and desires.

Which, along with that, does fluctuate my headcanon of these two as well! Some days I have this opinion and other days I am fully “no physical intimacy” headcanon. And that is completely okay. I’m allowed to have my opinions and thoughts and headcanons for these characters. I’m allowed to have it change day by day and claim that their own comfort levels would too.

[befemininenow]

Admit it. You want her outfit more than anything. Still afraid of being called a sissy? Honey, sissy is just a mindset. But deep inside, your identity is female. There is nothing sissy about wanting to wear such a tightfit bodysuit, a lovely skirt, shiny pantyhose, and some tall high heels. That is an outfit women generally wear. Women like you, whether cis or trans. Does it feel emasculating? Perhaps. But is it also affirming for your feminine side? Absolutely! I bet your nice little egg has hatched at this point. (I feel like a mistress just writing this lol

There's a voting poll underneath. If want to skip the long description, scroll below and vote. Good luck!

Now that I feel better after the shitshow last night, it's time to leave politics behind and move on to another voting topic: outfits! This is not only such an affirming outfit for the fall season, but it's also one of the most feminine and modern outfits ever. It just screams femme! I even have a near identical outfit because I love it so much!

That got me thinking: there's just so many outfits that feel "emasculating", but few that affirm the trans woman in you. You know the ones: schoolgirl uniforms, maid costumes, ballet outfits, office secretary, housewife attire, and even waitress outfits. While not all the mentioned outfits are bad (I have a guilty pleasure for Hooters outfits), I feel that some of them are too flashy and have too plain in the feminization world.

We need something more affirming, more unique, more aesthetically pleasing, more... permanent. More in line with your transfeminine identity as opposed to fulfilling a kink. IMO, I feel that this outfit is one those that accomplish that. Not too flashy, but not too plain. Balanced enough to make you feel affirmed while looking like another girl in the outside world. IMO, one can never go back to wearing boy's clothes once you try something sexy like this!

I'm dying of trying something new for this blog: For this month only, I want to make at least 4+ feminizing captions per week with women wearing this outfit. The main purpose is to convince you to go deeper into feminization by trying this outfit out. Once you try it out and love how it feels so femme instead of humiliating, you will have the rite of passage into becoming a trans woman. You can still wear the other outfits if it's your thing, but your feminine wardrobe will expand further after this moment. If the first option wins, I will fulfill that new plan of 4+ captions in addition to my regular caption posts and reblogs. If the second option wins, I will just continue making my regular posts when I have the chance or need to upload (Hint: I'm not really uploading as much).

Now, let's get to the polls, the feminization polls, that is!

[peachsukii]

unbreakable bonds ꒰ no quirks au | childhood friends | friends to lovers ꒱ ⇢ a collective of family bonding and little moments between you and katsuki.

『♡』  k.bakugo x fem!reader ꒰ tags & content ꒱ emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, happiness all around ⋆ ˚ʚɞ — just wanted to write something sickly sweet and it’s been sitting in my drafts forever. reader has a little sister that helps bond the two of you together over the years. cross posted to ao3 | word count; 3.3k -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist

You were too young - a little over three - to understand the day your mom brought home your little sister. You'd been secretly asking the universe for a sibling, someone to share everything with. Ask and you shall receive! But, you never knew just how much she would shape your life into what it is today.

The Kingdom - Elementary School

Fourth grade is when you and Katsuki started to play after school together on a daily basis. Him and Izuku would come by and grab snacks from your mom while you went back to the park around the corner, playing pirates and super heroes with the other neighborhood kids. Every so often, your mom would ask for you to bring your sister along. You never minded, even though she was your baby sister in first grade. The boys would pick on her - lovingly, of course - to make her feel included with the rest of the pack. She loved being around you, cooing and giggling away as she'd hold your hand and squeal with delight.

One day at the park, she'd declared herself to be queen of the castle as she stood on the slide, proudly puffing out her chest with her hands on her hips.

"I am the queen, and what I say goes!" she pointed to you and Katsuki. "Sissy will be the princess and you will be our royal guard, Katsu!"

You chuckle. "Isn't the older sister supposed to be queen?"

She does her best impression of a royal laugh, projecting her voice theatrically. "Not in my land! It's my kingdom and if you don't like it, I'll send you to the brig!"

"You're confusin' pirates 'n princesses again,” Katsuki taunts playfully.

She stomps her foot on the slide. “Silence in my kingdom! Izu will be my knight!”

Katsuki pouts. “Hey! Why don’t I get to be the knight?!’

“Cause I say so! You’re the royal guard cause you’re tough. Izu is the knight because he’s brave!”

You can’t help but let out a loud ‘hah!’ at her comment. Your sister never failed to push Katsuki in the cutest ways - he probably was thankful to be an only child whenever you guys would go home for the day.

Katsuki huffs at her declaration, taking the challenge with stride. “Fine! I’ll show you who’s tough and be the best dang guard in the whole world.”

“Do I get a cool set of armor, queen?” Izuku asks, bouncing up and down at the bottom of the slide.

“Of course! Only the best armor and ponies for my royal kingdom.”

She sits and pushes herself down the metal slide, rocketing off the edge past Izuku and barreling toward Katsuki. She trucks into him at full force - but, being small, that force isn’t much for him to withstand.

“What the heck was that for?!” he yells while catching her before she hits the wood chips.

“A test of your toughness, Katsu! And you passed! You’re deserving of a spot in my kingdom,” she giggles, mashing his cheeks together with her tiny palms. He protests her closeness and tries to fight her off, setting her feet back on the ground while she’s wiggling in his hold. Watching the two of them act like siblings themselves always made you feel so warm and fuzzy inside, knowing your two closest friends also adored your sister as much as you did.

You meander over to grab her from him. “Alright, I think you made your point, queen. Your guard and knight have other duties to get to.”

She waves goodbye to the boys over her shoulder as the two of you stroll home for dinner. She gleefully remarks how cool they are and that she can’t wait to marry them someday.

You can’t help but giggle at the thought. “Both of them? Wow, all to yourself, huh?”

She pouts and whips her head upward. “No, sissy! We both get one!”

”Oh yeah? Because you’re the queen of the kingdom, you get to pick?”

“That’s right! They’ll have to fight to see who gets to pick you!”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head at the thought. You’re only ten years old, the thought of boys fighting over you was hilarious.

”Promise not to tell Izu, but I think Katsu would win that fight,” she whispers, tugging on your hand to get you to lean over closer to her face. “He’s taller and faster!”

The thought of marrying Katsuki flashes in your mind - you have zero clue what that even looks like, but you imagine him bringing you flowers on the playground or giving you a bite of his ice cream. A blush creeps over your cheeks and nose at the thought. Your sister catches your reaction and gasps dramatically.

“You like Katsu?!” she exclaims.

You shush her. “No! Don’t go yelling that!”

That’s a big fat lie. You liked him a lot, he was your favorite person, but you’re kids.

It’s just a harmless crush.

───

An Enchanted Afternoon - Elementary School

A week later, the four of you returned to the playground after school. Snacks from your pantry in hand, the bunch of you sit on the swing set to eat. Your sister seemed extremely eager today, more so than usual. Once you all finished eating, she demanded your attention.

"Gather 'round! Your queen summons you," she declares, arms raised above her head. You and the boys huddle around her.

"Katsu, go fetch flowers!" she orders as she points to a nearby patch of grass. "Zuzu, clear out the sandbox of any villagers."

There wasn't anyone else here today, so that job was easily done. Izuku doesn't say anything and smiles as he heads over to the sandbox as ordered. Katsuki is confused, nose scrunched and arms crossed.

"Why do I need to get flowers?" he asks, tapping his foot in the wood chips.

"Do you dare defy your queen?!" she shouts, grinning wickedly. He obliges, sauntering over to the grass to find a few spare daisies.

"What's all this for?" you ask, genuinely curious to her plans. She doesn’t answer you as she grabs you by the wrist, dragging you over to the sandbox.

A few minutes later, Katsuki comes back with a handful of daisies, picked and pruned clean of any dirt and weeds. Izuku stands on the edge of the sandbox patiently.

”Perfect! Katsu, Sissy, please approach your queen.”

You play along and stand in front of her with Katsuki. It’s amusing how small she is in comparison to the two of you, easily shadowing over her figure.

“With my knight as witness, I give the blessing to the princess and royal guard to be married forever!” she exclaims, waving her hands around to mimic casting a magic spell.

You're pretty sure she got that line from a princess movie, but that doesn't make the sentiment any less adorable. You begin to chuckle to yourself, smiling ear to ear before turning toward Katsuki. You're expecting him to be disgusted, repulsed by something so sickly sweet, but are shocked to see him standing with the flowers outstretched in your direction. He's biting his bottom lip and avoiding eye contact by staring directly at your feet.

"H-here," he whispers meekly, pushing the flowers into your hands. You've never seen him so shy before - that's usually Izuku's demeanor. His unexpected affection makes your little heart flutter in your chest.

"Thank you 'Suki," is all you can muster up the courage to say, your mind running blank on the right thing to say. It's just an imaginary scenario...It's not real, not like you're actually marrying him. Katsuki exhales, turning his back to you to hide his strawberry colored cheeks.

"Now you're together forever!" you sister raves, dancing on her tip toes with satisfaction.

Maybe that was the moment she bound you two together with some unknown magical force, or it was a mere coincidence. The sappy part of your young brain believed in fairytales and chose to believe she was weaving your golden string to him, binding you two for life.

───

Leftovers - Middle School

”Yo, brats! Come eat already so I can get the hell outta here,” Katsuki called from your doorway. He’d come by with leftovers from his mom for you and your sister, since your own mom was working later that day. The two of you were still…friends? You weren’t sure. Being in seventh grade and all, he started acting like you weren’t cool enough for him. He did the same to Izuku, starting to ditch the two of you for other kids in class to hang out with at lunch or walk home with. Did it hurt your feelings? Absolutely. But you didn’t own him, he was allowed to have other friends, even if it did suck to see him less outside of class.

“Coming!” you called back, skipping down the hallway with your sister in tow. She happily ran into the entryway, hugging Katsuki by the waist. She was taller now, but still much smaller than him as a fourth grader.

“Hiya Katsu!” she gleamed up at him, rubbing her face against his uniform jacket.

He grunted, uncomfortable with her sudden affection and poking her in the forehead to release her grip. “Let go, squirt!”

He turned his attention to you as your sister finally let go of him. “Here, take these. I gotta get to practice.”

”Thank you! Tell your mom we said hi.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

You hand the containers to your sister as she wanders off to the table. Before Katsuki opens the door, you tap him on the shoulder.

“Hey, are you alright?”

He scoffs at your question. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You just seem distant lately. Wanna come by sometime for a movie marathon?” you ask, tilting your head and giving him a warm smile.

“We’re not kids anymore. Got better stuff to do.”

Ouch, that stung. Your smile fades away as you reply. “Well…I know. I just miss hanging out with you.”

“You have Deku an’ that other group of bitches you hang out with, ya don’t need me.” His harsh comment has notes of jealousy intertwined in his words. He goes to put his hand on the door again before you take a step forward to stop him.

“Kat, they’re not a replacement for you. You’ve got your own friends now, too since you’re on the soccer team. You’re saying we can’t hang out 'cause we have different friends?”

He glares at you before pushing past you and pulling on the front door.

“Hey!” your sister shouts from the dining area. “Katsu, that’s not nice. My royal guard doesn't act like that!” She’s always thought of Katsuki as a guard since your elementary school playground days.

“Cut the shit! We’re not kids anymore!” Katsuki rebuttals with a growl of frustration.

He makes eye contact with you. “We’ve grown apart, end of fuckin’ story. Get over it.”

He slams your front door closed and leaves you standing in the entryway, your eyes stinging from the urge to cry. You feel a small gust of wind rush by as your sister is sprinting to the door, throwing it open and running outside without shoes on.

“Hey!” She calls after Katsuki. “Get your butt back here, Katsu!”

He turns on his heel. “Hah?!”

She stomps on the ground, fists balled at her sides. “Apologize to her!”

Katsuki cackles, a little too manically. “For what, brat?”

“You’re being a mean jerk to her! She doesn’t deserve to be yelled at like that. Friends are friends forever, idiot!” she yells, her cheeks puffed and eyebrows scrunched together.

You can’t help but stifle a laugh at her calling Katsuki an idiot and turn your head to hide your amusement.

”That’s not who you are, Katsu. That’s not how you treat your princess!”

He pinches the bridge of his nose and screws his eyes shut in annoyance, exhaling dramatically. He locks his gaze on you, storming back up to the doorway. He roughly ruffles your sister’s hair as he passes by her as a pseudo apology. Katsuki sucks the air through his teeth and shoves his fists in his pockets as he stops in front of you.

“Look, ‘m sorry for yellin’, okay?” he sighs, kicking a foot against the pavement. “I'll come over Saturday, we’ll have that movie day ya wanted.”

"You don't need to if you feel forced to hang out with me." Your eyes shift to your feet to avoid looking at his reaction.

" 's fine. I'll be here at noon, don't pick anything lame."

With that, he turns to leave for a second time in silence. You watch him disappear around the corner and can't help but feel like a burden for asking him to make time for you. As if reading your mind, your sister shakes you out of the negative train of thought while walking back to the house.

“Don’t worry about him, he’s just being a dumb boy. That’s what my teacher says when boys are mean for no reason.” She grins a toothy smile up at you and grabs your hand. “Come on! Foods getting cold!”

Katsuki rounded the corner and waited to be out of sight before palming his face in anger. He had no idea why he said those things to you. None of it was true, especially that you’d grown apart. If anything, he was jealous of your friends and missed seeing you all the time. But he couldn’t bring himself to say so, like always. Ever since middle school started, he’d harbored some unknown rage inside of him that lashed out every chance it could. He hated it and didn’t know what to do to stop it - hence trying out for the soccer team, looking for an outlet for the pent up emotions in his body.

Katsuki secretly hoped you wouldn’t end up despising him for it. Even after all this time, he still thinks of you whenever he sees a patch of daisies.

Maybe one day he’d be brave enough to tell you about it.

───

Running Late - High School

The front door to your home opens as Katsuki slips inside, kicking his loafers off by the door. Your younger sister peaks over the kitchen counter while spreading jam over her toast and nods in his direction.

"Hey Katsu, pretty sure she's still asleep upstairs," she calls, rolling her eyes. "I tried to get her up three times, maybe you'll have better luck."

It was hard to believe that she was already in her freshmen year of high school - shit, it’s crazy that you and Katsuki were seniors. The age of playground days and summer adventures went by in the blink of an eye.

He makes his way to the kitchen island, leaning over to ruffle your sister’s hair - some things never change.

"Thanks, bean. I'll get her ass movin’."

“Stooop! You’ll mess up my hair!” She whines as she pulls away, fixing a few stray pieces of her fluffy mane.

“Ya look fine, don’t sweat it,” he compliments while heading for the staircase. He makes his way to your bedroom on the second floor. The door is surprisingly cracked open - he taps on the doorframe to grab your attention.

“Come in,” you call, lying on your bed facing the wall above the covers while scrolling on your phone. You presume it’s your sister until a soft kiss is planted on your cheek.

“Mornin’ sweets,” Katsuki whispers, rubbing your shoulder to turn you to face him. He sits on the edge of your bed beside you. “You wanna be late for our last first day of high school?”

You shift to sit up and drop your phone to your bed, reaching to cradle his face in your hands.

“No, I just wanted to steal a few kisses first,” you mumble as your lips quietly meet his. Katsuki places one hand on your cheek while the other lightly grazes your back. After a few moments, the two of you part with a soft smack. You stand and straighten up your uniform skirt, flattening a few of the panels to work out any stray creases.

“Do I look okay?” You ask, spinning around for Katsuki and showing off your uniform. Your hair was pulled into a pretty ponytail with a few pieces framing your face. The only make up you had on was some lip gloss - you valued sleeping in over doing a minimalist makeup look today.

“Y’always look good,” he sighs, standing to his feet. “Let’s get movin’ before bean suspects somethin’.”

You hadn’t told your sister about your relationship with Katsuki. Sure, you guys had been friends since you were children and he’s always around…how would she know the difference?

The two of you patter down the hallway and skip down the stairs to the kitchen. Your sister is waiting for the two of you, arms crossed and tapping one foot impatiently.

“Finally! Get your damn shoes on,” she orders while pushing you toward the door. She does a double take at Katsuki while you’re putting on your shoes, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Katsu…are you wearing lipgloss?”

Oops.

Katsuki’s searching for something to say as his face glows scarlet. He puts a hand on the back of his neck and turns away, grumbling while attempting to hide his embarrassment.

“Oh come on, you two. I knew you guys started dating months ago. You think I didn’t notice?”

You spin around to face her, cheeks puffed and eyebrows scrunched. “You never said anything?!”

She laughs, walking up to Katsuki and placing a hand on his shoulder.

“If you ever hurt her, Katsuki, I’ll knock your lights out. I know where you sleep,” she threatens, grinning mischievously. Katsuki pulls her into a headlock, ruffling her hair a second time.

“Deal, but I plan on stayin’ alive.” He lets her go, chuckling as he smooths out the pieces of hair he messed with.

Seeing the two of them get along never fails to make your heart swell with joy. Katsuki has always treated her like his own sister - one that he could easily give back at the end of every day, anyways.

She turns with a huff with her hands in the air.

“You both have my blessing, you should know that. I didn’t marry you two in a sandbox for nothing!”

───

Today Was A Fairytale - Current Day

“It’s an honor to be doing this for a second time. You’re in luck, my vocabulary has grown exponentially since our sandbox days.”

There’s a wave of laughter through the crowd at your sister’s lighthearted joke. You can’t help but smile as Katsuki’s fingers dance across the back of your hand to regather your attention.

God, he looks so damn handsome in that tux. His usual wild hair is slicked back and tamed - an extremely rare sight. Carmine eyes stare back at you, full of devotion and excitement for this next chapter in your fairytale.

“By the power vested in me, and these people as my witness, I pronounce you two as king and queen of the kingdom!”

Friends and family alike cheer and whistle as you and Katsuki intertwine, kissing each other for the first time as husband and wife. He spins you around and dips you low, kissing the tip of your nose playfully.

“I love you,” he mouths, a silent profession of adoration - reserved just for you.

The two of you strut down the aisle to the dance floor in the reception hall, the DJ already queuing the first dance song. Katsuki gently tugs you by the waist, pulling you closer to him as he begins to sway side to side when the music begins to fill the room. You rest your head against his chest and get lost in the moment.

Right now, the world belongs to the two of you. Every worry, struggle, and hardship is stripped away from your lives to give you the peace you deserve.

There’s one thought that lingers in your mind as you catch a glimpse of your teary-eyed sister watching you from the corner of the dance floor, latched onto Izuku’s arm for support.

She tied that golden string with an unbreakable knot.

tags 💥 @slayfics @maddietries @queenpiranhadon

[angstandhappiness]

INTERESTING

you can instantly make a cool female character if you just take any stereotypically masculine character type and make him a butch lady. easiest trick in the book. you can try this at home

[russo-woso]

I’ll always love you || Leah Williamson x reader

Request || Masterlist

Part of the Mini Williamson universe

A/N I wrote all of this and then it didn’t save so I had to write it all over again, but anyway…

Summary Ami thinks you love the new baby more than her.

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“Mama, carry me.” Amelia said as you walked through the airport.

Leah had gone on a quick trip to Jordan for Arsenal and her plane was set to land any second.

Unknowing to you, Ami had been feeling conscious about the fact that a new baby was coming

“I can’t Ami because of sissy.” You explained, rubbing your heavily pregnant bump before

“Mama love sissy, not me.” Ami mumbled and your heart shattered at her words.

“Ami, baby, you know that’s not true.” You told her, bending down as best you could to be level with her.

You saw tears form in her eyes and you felt like you’d failed her.

You figured that Ami would be feeling maybe left out due to the new baby, and you and Leah tried your best to not make her feel that way.

You’d taken her out loads of times, you’d had movie nights cuddled in bed with her, and you’d gone on holiday, but it was the smaller things that had made Ami feel left out.

Although you’d tried your hardest to make her feel involved, it was these things, like not being able to pick her up, that denied her from feeling like this.

“I’ll always love you, Ami. Always. And I’ll always love sissy too, because you’re both my babies. Just because I can’t pick you up doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” You explained, hugging her small frame that shook with tears. “When we see mummy, mummy can pick you up, I promise.”

Amelia nodded her head, wiping her tears away.

“I love you, Amelia.”

“I love you too, mama.”

“Come on then, let’s go find mummy.” You said, trying to put a smile on your face but it wasn’t working.

Amelia’s words kept repeating in your head.

Mama love sissy, not me

You couldn’t help but let tears escape.

You were in your own world, deep in thought, before a voice broke you out of it.

“Mummy!” Amelia cheered, running to Leah.

“Hi, bubba.” Leah said, crouching down to catch Ami.

“Missed you, mummy.” Ami told Leah

“I missed you to, Ami, all three of you. Hi, baby.” Leah smiled, walking towards you.

Her smile turned into a frown as she saw tears streaming down your face.

“What’s wrong, love?” Leah asked, concerned.

“Ami said I loved the baby more than her because I couldn’t pick her up, and it…” you explained but had to stop since you could feel more tears coming.

“Oh, baby, it’s okay. Do you want me to explain to her why?” Leah offered, rubbing your back as she hugged you.

“I already did and I think she understands.” You replied, wiping your tears away.

“Okay, love.”

“I missed you so much, le.” You said, realising that your wife was finally home after a week.

“I missed you too.” Leah stated, pressing her lips on yours before being down to be level with your 35 week bump. “Hi, little miss.”

“She’s missed you. Both your girls have.” You told her, stroking her hair as she pressed kisses to your bump.

“I know, I’ve missed all of you too. Especially you.” Leah said to Ami, picking her up and placing kisses all over Amelia’s face.

“Mummy, stop.” Ami giggled

“Can I have a chat with you?” You heard Leah ask Amelia, Ami nodding, as Leah guided them away to talk privately. “You know how mama can’t pick you up? It’s because she’s being super mama. She’s carrying your sissy which means that when sissy is born, she’s healthy. So when mama can’t pick you up, it’s because she can’t, not because she doesn’t want you. It doesn’t mean that she loves sissy more than you.”

“I know, mummy.” Ami said

“Why don’t you go tell mama you love her?” Leah suggested and Amelia nodded, a big smile on her face.

You watched Ami come running up to you, hugging your legs tightly.

“Love you, mama and sissy.”

“We love you too, baby.”

[sissytobitch10seconds]

Happy three million words on AO3 to me!!

[ollycohens]

oh no you guys. i’m going to spew things i’ve realized while rewatching umbrella academy. I’m realizing were all being too sucked into fanon things after being stuck without canon content for so long. We have convinced ourselves Five acts like a mean mean dude to everyone but rewatching, i’ve realized he’s only stressed and is saying things out of panicked anger, especially in s1 with the apocalypse dooming over them. he acts soft to his siblings multiple times, he’s really not as mean as we write him in fanfiction. he is a little crap though, that’s for sure, and i love him for that <3

also realizing that the siblings don’t hate five. they just literally don’t know him at all. he came back a completely different person after 17 years for the siblings, they don’t know five, he’s a stranger so of course they’re gonna be cold to him. it’s like, “i don’t know you well, but you’re always going to be my brother in the end”.

ALSO. for those who ship some of the siblings, uhm… i’ve seen a lot of you guys try to prove that they don’t see eachother as siblings and more like academy students, but they very much say in just about every episode that they see eachother as siblings. they don’t actually SAY that word by word but they say things like “she’s our sister”, or “our dad”. if they say OUR dad… bro. i’m not even going to continue, you can put it together yourself. But, i do realize why people ship the siblings. I am not defending incest shippers but with umbrella academy i can see why people have resorted to it. only 3 of the characters in the main sibling cast has romantic partners. people like shipping people, people love writing romantic relationships, but with only diego/lila, dave/klaus, and sissy/viktor, (i’m not going to count five/dolores for now) people are desperate with the need to ship the rest of the siblings with someone, and since there are only a few actual canon characters in the show that interact with our main 7, people start shipping them together… yikes. anywho, that’s all for that peice. i blame the show writers as well for shipping luther/allison, they did not have to do that, but i’m hoping it was only to convey the severity of what childhood trauma does to people.

ALSO THIS HERE SHOOK ME. I actually think Reginald cares for the siblings. i hate to say it, but it’s true. caring for them does not mean being good, though. he was a horrible father, and person, but he genuinely did care for the siblings, in a like, “being the best is the best thing for you, i will make you better, for your sake, even if you don’t know it now, you will see that i am right” kind of way.

also why has NOBODY MENTIONED THIS. in season 2 when diego first reunites with five in the asylum, while he’s walking into the visitors room, he’s staring at five with this heartfelt, soft look, and then says “five…” in the most soft spoken voice ever 😭 your honor i love them

ALSO UGHHH THIS. IM GOING TO FREAK OUT ABOUT CAMERAWORK AND METAPHORS HERE SO BARE WITH ME. we as a fandom complain about the lack of flashbacks five has due to his ptsd. we’ve seen his first flashback since getting back to his family in s1 during the van scene when he gets triggered by those kids playing and starts thinking about his own childhood, i’m guessing. i ate that scene up, and was sad to see that be one of the only deeply vulnerable scenes he has in the season, and during my first watch i thought they’d never bring it back up. but they do!! i may be stupid for not realizing but whatever. in season 2, when five is trying to explain at elliot’s with all his siblings around that another apocalypse is coming, everyone starts talking about each other. as someone who studies film and camerawork, i love this scene. we see the camera focus on five as it slowly zooms in. it doesn’t switch scenes at all as the siblings voices overlap and echo over eachother. this whole scene conveys him getting overwhelmed and he starts to zone out, starting to think of the nuclear war he saw his siblings in. the scenes of the war start quickly switching through, showing many different scenes of it before it switches back to five, who says “guys, you all die. i want to forget it but i can’t” which just UGH its so well done there. if you think about it, he was starting to slip into another flashback. he was triggered by talking about their deaths in the war but was handling it well until the siblings started fighting, where we see the overlapping voices happen. it portrays him losing control and being unable to pull it back together with too much going on for him to focus on grounding himself. we DO however, see that five was able to pull himself out before he fell too deep into the flashback. i love how they show this through them still having the scene showing the war, but then fives voice starts talking over the scene which is still focusing on the war as if he was pushing it back and forcing himself to come back to the present.

thank you for reading if you’ve made it this far, i will continue to freak out another time <3

[sissytobitch10seconds]

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"what is camphor used for?"

"crimes to commit"

YO WRITERS

I wanna know y'all's worst most concerning Google searches, like the most FBI is definitely watching you now level shit

I'll go first- "Can you get an infection from ingesting and drowning in your own blood?"

Aight everyone reblog with yours

[swiftieblyth]

Piercing Snow

warnings- Murder, Coryo, toxic ish family, typical Hunger Games stuff

"They're sending me away tomorrow," your boyfriend explained, sitting on your bed one night.

"I know." You breathed, head resting on his shoulder.

"I'll write to you. I promise." Your boyfriend promised, making you look up at him.

"Coryo, you don't know that for sure. You don't even know where you're going to be sent to."

"I know. But I'll find a way to contact you."

"But even if you can, he won't let us, Coryo. This is his fault! He's trying to ruin us!"

"I know, I know." Coryo cooed, wiping the tear off your cheek with the pad of his thump. "But it's only a four year sentence. And when I get there I'll work my way up. Work my way back to you."

"But he won't let you."

"He can't stop me either." Coryo ordered. "Baby, I'm going to come back to you, I just need you to wait for me baby."

"I will Coryo! I will wait for you forever if I have to!"

"I know you will, baby." Coryo sighed, kissing your head, as you leaned into his chest as he cradled you. "I love you, baby."

Just then you heard the door creak open followed by little sniffles.

"Thena?" You asked, looking up to see your five year old sister, Delythena, come walking in with tears staining her rosy cheeks, making your elderly sister instincts kick in.

"Sissy?" She sniffled, making you bolt up and watch her close the door.

"Thena, what's wrong?" You asked, scared this was your step fathers doing.

"I had a bad dream." She cried.

"Oh, princess." Coryo let out, making her look up at him realizing he was there.

"Cory?" She asked, brightness filling her teary eyes. It was adorable to you just how much your boyfriend and little sister got along. Delythena looked up to Coryo like he held the stars and Coryo always treated her like she was the princess of Panem.

"It's me, princess." He cooed, reaching his hand out to her to help her on the bed.

"It was scary." She cried as she climbed up.

"How was it scary, princess?" He asked, sitting her on his lap as she clutched one of her little hands to his shirt, and the other still wrapped around little bunny plushie that you got her when she was born.

"It was storming and I was all alone and lost and no one was coming to get me." She cried into your boyfriends chest.

"Aw, Thena," you cooed, stroking her wet cheek with your thumb. "That's not going to happen. I'll always come looking for you. You're my little sister, and I love you."

"I love you too, Sissy." She let out, voice soft as she pulled away from Coryo. "And I love you too, Cory."

"Aww, thank you, princess." Coryo smiled, looking at your little sister. "I love you too. You and your sissy."

"Sissy loves you too." She explained proudly.

"Does she now?" He asked, smile on his face, pretending to be surprised.

"Yes!" She exclaimed, proudly. "She tells me all the time! She says she loves you almost as much as she loves me."

"Almost as much?" He asked her, looking at you, making you hold in a laugh at the fake hurt in his eyes.

"Well," Coryo pretended to whisper, leaning closer to your sister. "Between you and me, I love your big sister too. Very very much."

"More than you love me?" Your sister pouted with her big eyes that got Coryo every time.

"No." He explained, wiping a tear that had just fallen on her cheek. "Never. I love my princess of Penam more than anyone!" Coryo explained, making your heart melt.

"How about you get some sleep." You suggested.

"Can I stay with you and Cory?"

"Oh course, honey." You smiled.

Coryo woke early the next morning curled up in your bed with you and your sister, saddened by the fact that he had to say goodbye. He looked at your sleeping sister on his chest and you sleeping curled into his side.

He had one arm wrapped around you, and the other around your sister. "Baby," he whispered, rubbing his hand along your waist, staring you from your sleep.

"Coryo," you mumbled slowly fluttering your eyes open. sorrow filling your eyes when you realized what was going on. "No," you whispered, tears coming to your eyes, as you tried not to wake your little sister.

"I have to. I don't want to, but I have to."

"Coryo."

"I know, baby." Coryo sighed, carefully sitting up, trying not to wake Thena. "But I'll come back to you. I'm going to come back."

"I don't want you to go."

"Cory," Thena quietly asked, shifting in Coryo's arms and looking up at him with her big eyes. "Where are you going?"

"I'm just going on a trip, princess." Coryo said, not wanting to tell her the truth.

"When will you be back?"

Coryo looked at you for help with this one.

"It'll be a while honey. That's why I'm sad."

"Cory, don't go! I don't want Sissy to be sad!"

"Aw, honey, Coryo has to go." You explained.

"Do you have to?" Thena asked with her big eyes.

"I do, princess." Coryo explained, brushing the hair out of her face. "But I'll be back as soon as I can. Can you do me a favor while I'm gone, princess? Can you take care of your sister for me?"

"Yeah! I'll take care of her!"

"I know you will, princess. Thank you." Coryo smiled, kissing her head, making her smile as big as she could.

"I love you Cory!"

"I love you too, princess." Coryo smiled, giving her one last kiss.

"Okay, Thena," you let out, playing with her hair. "How about you go back to your bed before Mother and your father wonder where you are."

"Okay," Thena let out, looking up to Coryo. "You're coming back to us right Cory?"

"Of course I am." Coryo smiled, wiping a tear off of her cheek with the pad of his thumb, trying not to let his own tears fall out. "I can't leave the love of my life, and my princess of Panem, now can I?"

"No." Thena smiled. "When will we see you again?"

"As soon as I get back my princess."

"I love you Cory!" Thena said, throwing her arms around his neck.

"I love you too." Coryo explains, hugging her tight to his chest, finally letting a tear fall, breaking your heart even more.

🌹🌹🌹

ONE YEAR LATER

It had been exactly a year since that night. The last night you had spent with your Coryo. Your love. You hadn’t heard from him since and it breaks your heart.

But that didn’t stop you from trying, and you know he tried too. Your step father was the one keeping you apart. Ready to marry you off to money so he didn’t have to work as hard anymore.

“Oh Coryo,” you cried, tears staining your face and hitting your bed, as you cried looking at the picture of you and Coryo from a little over a year ago.

“I miss you so much. Gosh, I hope you’re doing okay. Please come back to me, Coryo. Everyday is just getting so much harder and harder. The only things that’s keeping me going, from keeping me surrendering to my bed everyday, is Thena. She is still true to that promise she made you. She takes care of me without even knowing it. She misses you, Coryo. She always asks me when you’ll come back. She's gotten so big, Coryo. She's six now, but still loves her Cory.

My stepfather is trying to marry me off to Arachne Crane's older brother Eiran. I have to meet up with him and the whole family tomorrow so our parents can discuss wedding arrangements. Oh Coryo, I don't want to marry him. Please Coryo. Please come back to me. Please come save me. I love you."

"Sissy?" You heard your little sister ask, looking up to see her poking her head in. "Why are you sad, Sissy?"

"Oh, Thena." You let out, watching your little sister, walk over to you. Though she has grown in the last year she is still so young and small. "Don't worry about me."

"But you're crying. I don't want you to be sad. I told Cory you won't be sad."

"See, that's the thing, hun. I miss Coryo." You explained, snuggling up with your sister in your bed. "That's why I'm sad."

"I miss Cory too. When will h be home?"

"Soon. I hope." You tell her, the later part under your breath for her not to hear.

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"Mother, please don't make me do this," you begged as your mother finished getting your dress on you.

"I'm sorry Y/N, but I have no choice. Your stepfather owns all of us. Our life is up to him, until you get married and belong to someone else."

"But Eiran Crane?" You ask. "Mother, he know's nothing of love. It would be a miserable, loveless merging. The only love in my life be those of the kids he would bestow upon me for his heirs. But even then I could not love them fully like they would deserve because they would be half of a man I could never love."

"Oh hush!" Your mother ordered, moving on to your hair. "You should never say such things. Eiran is a good man, and you should be honored that he and his family is even considering you to be his wife."

"But Mother, I would be throwing my life away. He is so much older than me. He's already finished the university, and if I am to marry him, I would not be able to attend for I am to be the dotting house wife."

"And you wouldn't be if you were to marry that young Coriolanus Snow? The one to broke to even take care of his old grandmother."

"Do not disrespect the Snow's like that. They are wonderful people, mother."

"Be that as it may, marrying the young Snow would only ruin your life. There would be no money, and your step father would never provide you with any."

"I don't care!" You yelled, trying to jerk away, making your mother burn you with the curling iron.

"See, look what your childish behavior made me do." She hissed when you yelped out in pain.

"But I won't marry him. I won't marry Mr. Crane, I just won't!"

"You hav no choice in the matter my darling."

"Father would have never done this to me."

This seemed to work. Indeed it did do the trick for you mother softened and carefully put down the curling iron, setting down next to you.

"I know. I know he would never. And I do wish your stepfather would never do this to you. But I am just his wife, there is nothing I can do about it."

"If father did this you would have talked to him and stopped this, yes?"

She sighed and looked down. "Darling, this is different. Your father and I married for love. We were both equal. But after he passed, and the money left behind ran out, I had to do what was best for you. I had to marry Mr. Sorin. For he had money, and could provide for us."

"But you don't love him."

"No. Nor does he love me."

"Then why did you do it?"

"Because, I had to take care of you. I had to do what was messed for you. I had to give you a better life, then being poor. And when Mr. Sorin offered to take care of us, should I let him be in control of us, I just had to do it. I had to do it to give you a better life."

"But, is this what you would call a better life? Me being bid to see who would be interested in me, and who would pay Stepfather the most money for me?"

"When I married hi, and put our lives in his hands, I did not know that he would do this to you. I wish he wouldn't. But I can't stop him, and neither can you. For he owns us."

"He might legally own me, but he won't control me, Mother. He just won't."

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You were walking in the garden of your home with Eiran Crane, while his parents were talking with your mother and stepfather, while Thena was playing and entertaining herself with her dolls in the gazebo.

"So, Y/N," Eiran started, as they walked along the garden. "After the marriage, I will own you-"

"So everyone says," you let out.

Eiran stopped, and looked down at you. "I will own you. That's how it works. And when we do get married, you will no longer attend the university, instead you will being the doting house wife, and as soon as we get married, you will start trying to give me heirs for you to take care of, nurse, rase, and love."

"And what about you?" You cut in. "Would you love your kids?"

"That is not my job. That is the mothers job."

"No. It is both parents jobs to love and rase their children. I will not grant a man whose wish is for me to drop out of the university to have children if he shan't even love his own children."

"They are not my children, they are my heirs. And your children. We will have at least one of each no matter how long that takes you-"

"Takes me? You sir are the one who decides the sex of the child. Do you not know anything of how reproduction works?"

"Now, listen," he ordered. "You will grant me with how ever many heirs I bless upon you. Our eldest son will be granted my company when the time comes, and our eldest daughter will be named Arachne after my late sister, and her late aunt. Do you understand?"

You went to answer but were cut off before you got the chance to.

"Cory!" Thena yelled, gaining everyone's attention as she got up and started running.

You looked in the direction she was running and there he was. Right there, he was right there, still in his peacekeeper uniform. But he was there.

He was finally home.

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Coriolanus' POV

Coriolanus took a deep breath as he made his way up to your door. He knocked on the door and smiled when he saw your favorite maid answer the door.

"Mr. Snow." She smiled. "Oh, it's been so long. Mistress. Y/N has missed you so."

"Where is Y/N?" Coryo asked, trying to look around to find her.

"Oh, she's in the garden sir. The whole family is out there."

"Thank you." He smiled, making his way to the garden.

When he got there he stopped in his tracks, heart breaking at the sight. You were standing in the garden, talking with Eiran Crane, while your parents were sitting in the gazebo, talking and drinking tea with the Crane's while Thena played with her dolls.

Coryo didn't know how long he was standing there, but right when he was about to walk away Thena looked up from her dolls and her face lit up, with the biggest smile going from ear to ear.

"Cory!" She yelled, getting up and running to him, making his heart fill with happiness and pride as the little girl ran to him.

Coryo bent down and opened his arms wide as Thena ran into them. "Oh my princess!" Coryo smiled, wrapping her up in his arms and spinning her around in the air.

"Cory, I missed you!"

"I missed you more my princess." Coryo explained, holding her in his arms, balancing her on his hip while she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Look, Cory," she smiled, mouth wide to show him her smile. "I lost my first tooth!"

"Oh, my princess is growing up. You've gotten so big in a year."

"Sissy, missed you!" Thena let out, turning her head to her sister. "Sissy, look! Cory's back!"

Coriolanus turned to look at you, seeing the shocked expression your face.

"Coryo?" You whispered, tears in your eyes as everyone watched you. Your mother was surprised, and your stepfather was lived, along with the Crane's confusion.

"I'm back."

"Is it really you?"

"It's really me, baby."

"Coryo!" You yelled, running to him and throwing your arms around his neck, he wrapped your free arm around you, holding you close and tight as he kissed you with all the love and passion anyone could hold.

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Two Years Latter

"Congratulations, Mr. Head Gamemaker," you smiled, leaning up and kissing your long time boyfriend, who was just granted the honer of head gamemnaker.

"Thank you, my love." Coryo smiled, looking down at you.

It had been two years since he came home, and you both finished the university, and Coryo was able to get your stepfather to cancel your engagement to Eiran Crane.

It was now winter, and the Capitol was shining with snow, as small flakes peacefully fluttering down from the night sky. falling around your face and sticking to your hair.

Coryo was smiling down at you, moving one of his hands up from your waist to move some of your hair out of your face, and cupping your cheek.

You leaned your face on his hand, smiling at the warmth. You shivered as another gust of wind came, pulling your big furry coat that Coryo got you tighter around you.

"Are you cold my love?" Coryo asked, wrapping your cheek with his thumb.

"A little," you ament, sheepishly smiling up at him.

"You're adorable," he stated, looping his arm around your arm, and putting the opposite one on your gloved hand. "I know you don't like the cold, let's get you in for our dinner reservation."

The two of you got to your table in the fancy restraint, Coryo pulled our your chair letting you sit down, making you let out a soft giggle.

"Thank you, Coryo."

"Of course my love." He smiled, kissing your temple and taking his seat across from you. "How was your day my love?"

"It was good Coryo." You smiled, looking at him with bright loving eyes. "Thena wanted to go out and build a snowman so we did that and we played in the snow some, which of course made her think of you."

That made Coryo smile as he grabbed your hand. "It has been a while. I've been so busy my love, but I do mean to see her soon."

"I know Coryo. And she knows that too. Besides she's usually at school or in bed when you get the chance to come over."

"I do miss that little princess though. Perhaps tomorrow I can come by."

"Oh she would love that Coryo, but I don't think that would be a good idea?" You said, your smile quickly fading.

Coryo saw the look on his face and fear only grew. "What is it?" He asked, squeezing your hand, trying to stay calm. "Did he do something to you, Thena, or your mother?"

"No, no," you quickly let out. "It's just," you trailed off with a sigh.

"What is it love?" Coryo pressed with a gentle voice.

"I heard him talking about needing a commander down in 3, and I'm scared he's going to send you."

"My darling he wouldn't do that to us. Not anymore."

"But Coryo, he would. And he could."

"Well it would look bad for him, sending his future son in law away?"

"What?" you asked.

"That's not how I meant for it to come out." Coryo explained, getting up and coming over to you, getting down on one knee making you gasp.

"My darling love, you are the love of my life, and I need you like I need air to breathe. You are the other half of me. You keep me good when it's hard and everything I do I do to protect you or to do what is best for you. My love, I love you so much, and you would make me the happiest man alive if you will marry me?"

"Oh Coryo!" You cried, jumping up and flying yourself onto him as he stood up, almost knocking him down. "Of course I'll marry you!"

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You weee a nervous reck trying to get ready the next morning. The whole family was home so you and Coryo were going to tell them about your engagement. You took a deep breath and slipped your ring on, right as you heard the familiar sound.

“Cory!” Thena yelled, making you smile and leave your room. The moment you walked out the door your smile grew at the sight.

Your boyfriend, no, fiancé was walking towards your room with your sister in his arms. Smiling down as she talked to him.

“Well isn’t this a lovely sight.” You smiled, walking to them.

“Sissy!” Thena let out.

“Hi, my love.” Coryo smiled, pecking your lip.

“Hi.” You smiled, turning your attention to your sister. “Why don’t you go find your parents okay, hun?”

“Okay, Sissy!” Thena let out, as Coryo put her down.

“She’s getting so big.” He let out, rapping you in his arms as you watched her run.

“I know. Before we know it she’s gonna be in the Academy.”

“Not yet, love. She’s still a kid.” He smiled.

“I wish she could stay this way.” You breathed, leaning on him.

“I know my love.”

“I hope she doesn’t have to go through what I was supposed to.”

“She won’t. I wont let her.”

“Thank you.” You let out. “You know, you’re going to make a great father one day.”

“Thank you my love.” He smiled, kissing your temple. “You are going to make a great mother one day.”

“Sissy!” Thena called. “I found them.”

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“What is all this about?” Your stepfather huffed, as you were all sitting in the sitting room.

“Darling,” your mother started. “What’s that on your finger?”

“It’s my engagement ring mother.” You smiled, trying to hide your nerves for your stepfather’s reaction.

“Oh my darling,” your mother gasped a smile spreading across your face.

“This is unacceptable!” Your stepfather grumbled, making the smiles fade, as you held on tighter to Coryo.

Coryo’s jaw tightened as he rubbed thigh reassuringly. “Why might that be, Mr. Sorin? Your stepdaughter is her own person and she gets to choose who she loves. And might I remind you, that if all of this outrage is about money. I am the Plinth heir, after the tragic death of Sejanus Plinth.

“Coryo,” you breathed, trying to get his attention. He continued so you quickly looked to your mother to cover your sister’s ears.

“The death that could easily have been avoided if you didn’t send me to the districts, making him fallow me so he wouldn’t have to be stuck without his best friend. But because of you my best friend is dead, and I hope you live with that on your conscience. That you are the reason my best friend is dead.”

“Coryo,” you let out, squeezing his hand, gaining his attention. You gave him a stern look, signaling to your little sister.

“I’m sorry, my love.” He whispered, kissing your head. “I got carried away.”

“So when’s the wedding?” Your stepfather smirked, making confusion seep over you.

“As soon as possible,” Coryo let out, not playing into his games. “And then we’ll have the honeymoon of course.”

“Of course.” Your step father nodded. “And where will you go?”

“We don’t know yet.” Coryo explained. “But afterwards we will need time to adjust into my penthouse.”

“Naturally. How long do you think that could take?”

“As long as we need it to.”

“I need a commander down in 3. I was hoping you’d be interested. After your all settled of course.”

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“I cannot believe him!” You yelled, slamming your purse down on the table in the front room of Coryo’s penthouse.

“Darling,” Coryo let out, nonchalantly, trying to keep his voice down, knowing the Grandma’am was taking her mid afternoon nap.

“I mean it’s total bull-“

“Darling,” he let out again, grabbing your shoulders. “Grandma’am is trying to sleep.”

“Sorry.” You sighed.

“It’s okay. Why don’t we go have some tea? Does that sound good?”

“It does, Coryo.” You sighed, fallowing him as he headed to the room.

"I told you he was going to try and send you," you sighed, taking a sip of tea.

"He won't my love."

"How can you be so sure?" You asked, looking at him with big eyes.

"Darling, we don't have to do this. It's interlay up to you," Coryo explained, cautiously grabbing your hand.

"What are you thinking, Coryo?"

"I get you pregnant."

"Coryo," you let out in a small gasp.

"We don't have to. I know it will be hard, but it's the only thing I can come up with for him not sending me away."

"But Coryo, you're the head gamemnaker now, is that not enough? Is there nothing else you can do?"

"Darling, that doesn't matter when it comes to the up roar in the districts. In fact people may think it better for me to go if it's not during the games. My love, we don't have to do this, it's your choice."

"But what if I do get pregnant and he still sends you away? Then will I be on my own during my pregnancy? Or will he just send you after the baby would be born?"

"Darling, hopefully by then it will be all over and he won't need me."

"Do you think we should do it?"

"I do. But I'll only do it if you're going to be okay with it.”

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Months later

“Coryo,” you mumbled trying to find him in bed one morning. “Coryo?”

“Hi, my love,” Coryo whispered, kneeling by your side of the bed, gently putting his hand on your arm.

“Why are you up?” You murmured, tiredly moving your head to look at him. “‘S too early.”

“I haven an early meeting, my love,” Coryo explained, smiling softly and lovingly at you.

“why?”

“Because they’re busy the rest of the week.”

“but we were supposed to spend the day together.” You pouted.

“And we will. I promise we will my love. Just go back to sleep and I’ll be home by the time you wake back up, okay?”

“Okay.”

That would’ve been true if you hadn’t woken up three hours later with your stomach churning and ready to get rid of everything in it.

you bolted up and rushed to the bathroom, one hand on your stomach as you prepared to throw up. You threw up what was the first bit and flushed it, letting out a sigh. After it flushed, you rested your head on your arm on the toilet waiting for the rest to come.

You heated the door open but didn’t even bother to look up, knowing it was your lovely husband the second he sat next to you and put his hands on your back.

“Is the baby upsetting your stomach again my love?” He asked, sweetly rubbing your back.

Yiu nodded and let out a sigh.

I’m so sorry my love.” He let out, kissing your head and holding your hair as you let the rest out. “All done?”

you nodded as you landed back into him. “I hate throwing up”

“I know my love. I’m so sorry.” Coryo cooed, pushing your shirt up (well technically it’s his shirt) and resting his hand on your tiny bump.

"Coryo," you breathed, looking down at his hand.

"What is it my love?"

"I'm scared to be a mother." You breathed, tears coming to your eyes.

"Oh my love. You are going to be an amazing mother." Coryo let out, kissing your temple.

"I'm worried I'm not going to be good."

"You have nothing to worry about my love. You practically raised Thena, and look at her."

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Everything was going great. You and Coryo were as happy as ever and he couldn't wait for the baby to be born, he was more than happy when you started to show, barely able to keep his hands off of you. That is until your step father sent him away at the start of your third trimester.

You quickly became bed redder, weak without the strength of your husband there with you. You missed him, needed him. But he was stuck in the districts because of your stepfather. You didn't have the energy to do anything. You laid in bed, skin growing pale and weak. Your body thin except your baby bump.

You were laying in bed one morning, about a month after Coryo left, blind to everything in the world. Your hands were subconsciously on your bump as the tears slowly fell down your face.

"How is she looking?" Your mother asked the doctor.

"She's very weak. The baby is healthy still, for now that is. but if she keeps this up we'll be lucky if either one survives birth when the time comes."

"What can we do?"

"She needs to get her strength back, get stronger and healthier. If there's anyway you can even do that."

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“Please, bring him home!” Your mother yelled that night. She was in her room and fighting with your stepfather about bring Coriolanus home.

“Absolutely not! I need a commander!”

“And my daughter needs her husband!"

"Does it look like I care?"

"No! You don't care! You've never cared about her! But for once in your life please just do something for her! She's dying, and the only person who could possibly save her is stuck out in the districts because of you. Please just for once in your live take care of her."

"I am taking care of her. I'm taking care of all of Panem by having Coriolanus as a commander."

"If you don't bring him back I will!"

"You would never!"

"I would! I would do anything for my daughter and grandchild!"

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A few days later

You were laying propped up in bed one afternoon, Grandma's sitting on the side of your bed, trying to spoon feed you some soup. As per usual you were unresponsive, staring off into space, hand on your stomach.

"Please, Y/N," Grandma'am begged. "Please eat for me dear."

After trying some more Grandma'am put the soup down on the bedside table, and sighed walking out the room.

Grandma'am closed the door behind her and turned around to a blessed sight.

"Oh Coryo!" She exclaimed, hands going up and cupping her grandsons cheeks. "Oh my Coryo. We've missed you so much!"

"I've missed you too, Grandma'am. How is she?"

"Oh, she's not doing too good, Coryo." Grandma'am sighed. "She's not eating, she barely leaves the bed. She's pale and skinny, Coryo. And oh, she just won't eat, I was just in their trying but she didn't even respond."

"It's okay, it's okay, Grandma'am." Coryo cooed, trying to clam his grandmother down. "I'm back now. I'll take care of her. You go get some rest okay."

Coryo opened the door and saw what a pitiful sight yih were and his heart broke. Your mother told him what would happen if you didn’t get your strength back and that broke his heart. He couldn’t live with out you, he just couldn’t.

“Darling, he let out, walking to her and gaining your attention.

Your eyes got big and tears came to your eyes as you reached out for him. “Coryo? Is it really you?”

“It’s me.” He explained, sitting in the bed next to you, and cupping your face in his hands. “I’m right here.”

“Coryo!” You yelled, doing your best to throw yourself on him and give him a hug.

“I missed you my love. Yoh and our baby.”

“We missed you. Oh, Coryo,” yiu tried to talk but only more tears fell.

“Shh. Shh. It’s okay. I’m back now. But we got to get your strength back so you can properly take care of our baby okay?” Coryo explained, grabbing the bowl and leading the spoon to your mouth. “Okay, my love, eat this for me okay?"

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"Coryo," you let out, leaning all your weight onto him as he tried to help you walk around.

"What is it my love?" He asked, hands firmly holding, one hand rubbing your belly.

"I want him died."

"What?" Coryo asked, stopping in his tracks.

"I want him died. All he ever does is hurt us. I don't want my baby to have to deal with that. Please, Coryo, kill him like you did Highbottom. Please Coryo, please."

"Okay, I will my love." Coryo breathed, kissing your head. "Come on, you've done beautify, but let's get you back to bed now."

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“Good morning love,” Coryo smiled, playing with your hair, as you slowly fluttered your eyes open.

"'d Morning, Coryo," you mumbled, looking at him through half open eyes, one hand resting on your stomach and the other going to play with his curls.

"Did you sleep well, my love?"

"Yeah, did you?"

"I did, darling, thank you. How are you feeling today?"

"Good, our little baby let me get some good sleep last night." You smiled, making him smile to, placing a hand on your stomach as well, leading you to intertwine your fingers.

"That's very good my love. Do you have any plans for the day?"

"No. I was thinking I could take the day to rest?"

"I think that is a very good idea. You've been working very heard, and the doctor is happy with your strength. I'm very proud of you my love, you deserve a day to rest."

"Thank you, Coryo. Growing a child is no easy task."

"I would imagine not, my darling. But you are doing such a great job at it."

"Thank you, Coryo. What do you have planned for today?"

"Well, I have to go into the office for a little bit this afternoon, and I was thinking on the way home I could stop by your family's house, and have tea with your step father."

"Really?" You gasped.

"Are you sure you want me to do it?"

"Yes, Coryo! Please, I want him died."

"Okay, my love, then I'll do it. How about your mother and Thena come over today then? I don't want Thena over there when I do it."

"I don't either. I miss her so much, I would love to see her."

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The news shoot through the Capital like a rocket.

Pierce Soran Killed by POISON

Coryo had done it. He killed the man who caused so much hurt for you and him. When Coryo came home that night you were all sitting in the sitting room when he walked in, tears on his face and coughing up blood.

"Coryo?" You asked, doing your best to get up, as fast as you could with your mother's help, and then waddled your way over to him. "My love, what happened?"

"I'm so sorry, darling," he choked, spitting more blood into his handkerchief.

"What do you mean?" You asked, guiding him to his chair. "Darling, what happened?"

"I went to have tea with your step father, and someone," *cough* "Someone poisoned the tea."

"What do you mean?" Your mother asked, face the same, as she grabbed Athena's hand.

"We both started to cough up. blood, but before the medic could get there he dropped daed. I'm so sorry."

"Don't be sorry. This is not your fault." Your mother explained.

"Mother, what does Cory mean?" Thena asked.

"Your father is died." Your mother said.

"Do they know who did it?" You asked, sitting on the arm of the chair, one hand rubbing his back, and the other rubbing your stomach, trying to clam your baby down.

"The butler who served us our tea," he explained, looking up at you, with pain in his eyes, one hand reaching for your stomach. "He was the only one who ever came into the room. It was just me and him in there, so it had to have been the butler. They are executing him tomorrow."

Coryo was cut off by an even longer couching fit, causing you to crinch. "Darling, come on. Let's get you to bed. You need to rest."

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It has been 8 months since the tragic and unexpected death of your stepfather. A lot has happened in the past eight months. Your mother and Thena moved into the pint house. It was an absolute joy having them around more. You and your mother were closer than ever after the death of your step father. Your mother didn't care that he passed, in fact she seemed a lot happier now. Thena didn't seem affected either, she was never close to her father, she barely ever saw him.

But the big thing was your baby coming into the world. It was mid day when your baby decided to make their grand entrance to the world.

Coryo did his best to be at home at all times, to be there for you and the baby, never wanting to let your lift a finger, now that your strength was fully back. But mainly he didn't want to leave you. He knew that you wouldn't be alone, that Thena, your mother, and Grandma'am would be with you all day, but he hated leaving you. And of course the one time he left for a meeting was when your baby decided it was time to come into the world.

You were sitting on the couch, playing with Thena when your water broke.

"Sissy?" Thena said, making you look at her.

"What is it hun?" You asked.

"Why did you pee yourself?"

Confused as to what she just said, you looked down and saw that your water had broke, followed by an intense pain in your abdomen, making you grab it and yelp.

"Sissy, what's wrong?" Thena asked, fear lacing her face.

"Nothing, honey," you panted. "Just go get Mother okay?"

You were laying in a hospital bed, holding your mothers hand as a contraction hit again.

"I know. I know," she cooed. "but you're doing so good."

"Is it almost done?" You cried.

"It is, the worst is done."

"I want my husband."

"I know. I know, he should be here soon."

Just then the door burst open and Coryo came running to your side. He looked frantic, hair pulled and curls coming out of the gel, tie and suit jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up as high as they could.

"Coryo!" You cried, reaching out for him.

"I'm here, I'm here darling," he sighed, holding your hand, and kissing your sweaty head. "I'm right here. I shouldn't have gone to that meeting, I'm sorry my love."

"It's not your fault. This little one was just ready to come out," you chuckled.

After hours of pain, your baby boy Zade Crassus Snow came into the world. You couldn't be any happier. You had your beautiful and healthy baby boy who looked just like his father, you had your loving husband who was such a loving and devoted father as well. You had your mother and sister, and Grandma'am as well.

But the other big change was that Coryo ran and got President of Panem.

It was his first official day in office, and you had all moved into the Presidential Mansion. The city was going crazy with all their celebrations. Parades were spreading across the streets. Thena was in school, and your mother was out with some friends, Grandma'am asleep in her new luxuries bed room. And Zade sound asleep in his nursery.

"Help my darling," you heard, turning around to see your very handsome husband walking in, with his red suit, the one that fit him perfectly, your favorite one.

"Coryo?" You smiled, circling your arms around his neck, as he circled his around your waist, holding you close. "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you been in the west wing, being busy running the country, than being in the residence with your tired wife, who has on spit up stained pj's, and badly needs a nap?"

"You still look gorgeous though." He smiled, kissing you tenderly.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"Mr. President," Coryo's assistant says coming in. "There's someone in the west wing here to see you. Says that you two go way back."

"I'll be right down." Coryo replied. He man nodded, then walked out. Coryo looked back at you and went in for one more kiss, but was cut off by the cries of Zade.

You both sighed and rested your foreheads on one another. "I can go get him," Coryo let out.

"Coryo, you have someone waiting for you."

"It's probably Festus, he can wait."

"Darling, just go get it over with. Besides, Zade's probably hungry."

"I can stay," he let out.

"Darling, go work. We'll come visit you after he eats and we both get dressed."

🌹🌹🌹

You got dressed into something loose and comfortable but still professional enough to go down to your husbands office in. Then picked up your babbling little boy, smoothing down some blond curls out of his face as he smiled up at you.

"Ah-ah!" Zade exclaimed, making you smile. He hasn't quit gotten to he point yet where he can say things right, but still you and your husband knew what he meant.

"I know, you want to see Dada, but we got to get you dressed first, little man. Dada has a big job, and we won't to look professional for him." You explained, as you walked to his nursery and got him dressed in his cut little outfit.

🌹🌹🌹

"So," Eiren asked, sitting in Coryo's office, looking at a family portrait of you, Coryo, and your baby. "What is it like to live the life I was supposed to live?"

"What?" Coryo asked, about ready to strangle this man to death. He had thought it was going to be Festus waiting for him in his office, but his blood ran cold when he saw your ex fiance waiting for him. Just then he heard a knock on the door, thankful for the interruption. "Come in."

They both looked up to see you walking in with a smiling baby Zade. You stopped in your tracks when you saw Eiren sitting there, but that didn't last long. "Ah-ah!" Zade cheered, knocking you out of your thoughts.

You smiled and walked over to your husband, who was smiling down at his baby boy. "Hello my lovely son." He smiled, kissing his head, making him babble even more.

"Ah-ah!" He smiled, reaching out for his father.

"He's been missing you," you smiled, handing Zade over to your husband, while trying to ignore Eiran staring into you.

"Well, I've been missing him," Coryo smiled, taking him in his arms.

Eiran cleared his throat making everyone turn to look at him. "Well hello, Y/N." He smiled. "Would you be so kind and get me something to drink?"

"She's not not a maid," Coryo cut in, anger lacing his face.

"No, it's okay, Coryo," You smiled, sweetly, putting a loving hand on your husbands shoulder. "Of course, Eiran."

You went over and got him a drink prepared, feeling is lingering gaze on you.

"You look magnificent," Eiran explained, as you walked back towards him, handing him his drink.

"Yes well you look even more handsome than you did .. the day .. I left you," you smiled, taking your place back at your husbands side.

Eiran was taken aback by your replay, but Coryo couldn't help but smirk over his drink. You took Zade back and held him close to your chest, head facing the other way as you watched Eiran take a sip of his drink and then fall to his death.

Coryo stopped and stared for a second surprised, then looked up at you with a smirk on his face, standing up and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Darling," He asked, making you hum, looking up at him with a sweet smile, and a babbling baby in your arms. "Did you sneak into my drawer in my desk?"

"I don't think it's sneaking if you gave me a key."

"I'm so proud of you darling," he smiled, giving you a tender kiss.

"I'm proud of you."

"I love you."

"I'm pregnant." You smiled.

Coryo looked down at you flabbergasted, like you just killed a man. (I mean technically you did) "You're what?"

"I'm pregnant. I wanted to tell you when you first came up, but then we had other plans. Are you mad?"

"Darling, this is the best day of my life!"

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sweeter than fiction - dad mark lee scenario

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Navigating parenthood is not an easy task, to this day it's still a daunting task. Mark's eldest son is already 13 but until now there are days he worries he might not be doing it right.

Then he thinks of you, how you've basically dedicated your life growing and nurturing your family and all he can think about is how lucky he is. You have gifted him with three beautiful children and a home you've built with love, compassion, kindness and everything good in this world. To Mark, you deserve nothing less than the universe but for now all he can give you is a luxury vacation with your mom.

At first you were reluctant to leave him with all 3 kids but Minjung is at that age where he already helps around the house, Minjee is grown enough too and knows just what she likes and when she likes it and Minsu well he's still a baby but Mark can handle that.

Or so he says.

"Buddy, can you check on your sister please? She's been quiet for five minutes. I'm getting worried" Mark tells his oldest while the youngest is fast asleep in his arms after drinking milk.

Minjung gets up from where he was reading his book to go check on his sister, it was still early in the day so Mark's thinking of taking everyone out to pass some time.

Mark waits for the two siblings to come downstairs after calling their names, the two walking towards the living room "How about we go out for the day? Go to the beach and have a picnic?" he suggests

"But mom said you can't cook, you're not allowed to touch the stove" Minjee says like she's teasing her dad

"I'm not going to, missy. We're going to get food outside then we'll have a picnic"

"Sounds fun" Minjung says

"Can I bring some plushies?" Minjee asks "You can take two"

"But daaaad"

"Nope not today, sissy. It's only the four of us okay? If one of your dolls get lost I can't find it. You can take them all next time"

The little girl pouts but nods her head. Mark gives himself a mental pat in the back for not saying yes to her so easily, you'd be proud of him.

"Okay, go get ready. We'll leave in a while"

The trip to the beach was quick, turns out Minjee is very much like you. She didn’t enjoy being under the sun for too long and didn’t like it when the sand get between her toes. It was adorable but Mark can only handle so much alone so the four of them ended up at a nearby ice cream shop before heading home. 

When they got home, Mark ordered food for everyone since he’s still banned from cooking and the kids wanted pizza for dinner so that’s what he got. Then he got them ready for bed before checking the house and making his way upstairs to your bedroom. 

Mark just finished talking with you on the phone when he hears the knocking on the bedroom door before Minjung pokes his head in, “Dad? Can I go in?”

“Hey buddy, what’s up? Why aren’t you sleeping yet?” Mark asks his oldest son, patting your side of the bed. Minjung walks towards his dad, getting on the bed beside his dad

“There’s something I want to ask you” he says, playing with his fingers. A mannerism he got from you, Mark notices. You used to do that too when you’re about to ask him about something. 

“What is it?” he asks his son

“How did you tell mom you liked her?”

Mark was definitely not expecting that question, and he’s definitely not ready for one of his babies to start asking about love. 

“How did I tell your mom I liked her?” Mark asked back, making Minjung nod his head

“Well I uh, actually it’s a funny story” Mark smiles as he recalls the memory from that day. The start of you and him. “I had a big crush on your mom, I liked her so so much I always get nervous when I talk to her, I always end up saying only two to three words to her. She was the prettiest girl in class, she’s smart, confident. I really thought she was waaaay out of my league. But she was always nice to me, she always talked to me in class, shared her notes with me when I was busy or I missed a class. Then I thought about asking her to get ice cream after school but I got too shy, your uncle Hyuck had to help me”

“What happened?” Minjung asks, smiling up at his dad. Excited to hear the story.

“He literally pushed me in front of your mom and told her I had something to say. I stuttered so bad but she just smiled at me, that was the day I embarrassed myself in front of her but that was also the day she said yes to getting ice cream with me” Mark grins at his son, their smiles a mirror of each other. 

Now he realizes Minjung has always been surrounded with love because of you and him. He didn’t have to worry because his son knows what love is.  Him and his siblings are a product of that love, and also this home. 

Everyday Minjung hears his mom laugh at his dad’s joke even though sometimes it’s not that funny, everyday he sees his dad smile at his mom even when she’s not looking, everyday he sees them hugging in the kitchen during the quiet morning just before all the rush, everyday he sees his dad come in the door after a long day at work with his arms wide open waiting for his mom’s hug like a homecoming ceremony. 

“How did you know you love mom?”

“It’s a lot of things all at once. I don’t know how to describe it, not even now after being together for so many years. A part of me always knew she was the one even before I fully realized it. I don’t remember life before her or what comes after her. I just know I live for her, and you and your siblings” he tells his son, giving his hair a ruffle “You’ll know what I’m talking about one day”

“So, I just ask her to go get ice cream with me?” Minjung asks

Oh right, Mark remembers what this conversation was about. “Yea, just think about what she likes. If she likes ice cream then yeah, or if she likes going out for a walk how about a walk in the park or movies. Just be genuine, always be a gentleman and respect her decision”

Minjung nods at his father’s words, “When is mom coming home?”

“Tomorrow”

“Can I uh, stay here with you? Can we watch Spiderman?”

Mark can never say no to his kids, even after all these years of being a dad he still doesn’t know how to do it. That’s why he always gets scolded by you because the kids know they can ask him if there’s something they want and you say no. 

“Sure buddy, that sounds fun. Go get the remote”

A few hours later, the father-son look alike is fast asleep on the bed. The tv playing in the background, casting a light on the two. That was the sight that welcomed you when you entered the bedroom. 

You wanted to surprise Mark by coming home tonight but it looks like you’re the one being surprised. Mark was snoring lightly while Minjung was sleeping beside him, you see the movie playing on the screen and chuckle to yourself. Minhyung and Minjung really are twins. 

Watching Minjung grow up, you see more of Mark in him as the years pass by. Feels like yesterday you just took him home, two very nervous first time parents. Now your first baby is growing up to be a fine young man. 

Walking slowly towards the bed, you get the remote first to turn off the tv. Pulling the covers over Minjung to make sure he’s tucked in. Leaning down to give him a goodnight kiss before going back to Mark’s side. There was enough space for you to scoot yourself in, you lay your head on his chest. The feeling of something or someone rather, laying on him makes Mark wake up from his slumber

“Huh?” he grumbles, arms reaching out to feel around the bed. Then he recognizes immediately who it was “Baby, you’re here already?”

“Yea, I wanted to surprise you and the kids” you whisper back. You feel his arms tighten around you, holding you closer on his chest and giving you a kiss on the forehead. 

“Is everything okay with Minjung?” you ask, wondering why he’s sleeping here

“Huh? Oh yea, we were just watching a movie. I’ll tell you everything tomorrow. Are you okay sleeping here? You comfy?”

You smile at his question, there’s really no place more comfortable than his embrace. You lean your head up to kiss him on the chin before tucking yourself back into him. “I’m good here. Goodnight, baby”

“I missed you” you hear him say before sleep takes over once again. 

And that’s how you ended your day, with your two boys with you. The next morning, you wake up before the two boys. You gently pry away from Mark’s grip to check on your other babies. You check Minjee first, she’s still fast asleep on her bed while cuddling one of her many plushies. She’s always been a deep sleeper. You know not to wake her up or else she’ll be grumpy the whole day so you let her be. 

Next you check your youngest, Minsu. The baby boy also still fast asleep in his crib. Now a year old, he’s a mix of you and Mark. He got your nose and his father’s cheeks. He likes watching his older brother play the piano ad loves dancing with his big sister. Minsu is the beloved youngest member of the Lee family. 

You make your way downstairs to start breakfast, but first you make yourself a cup of coffee. You were waiting for the coffee to brew when you feel a pair of arms circle your waist, your husband burrying his face on the side of your neck

“Goodmorning, Mr. Lee. How was your sleep?” 

“Better, now that you’re back. But you left so I woke up”

You chuckle at how adorable Mark was, even after all these years he can still make the butterflies in your stomach flutter all around. It’s silly but your crush for your husband never really went away, if anything it just got stronger over the years. 

“You’re cute, so how was the kids while I was gone?” you ask him, this time Mark rests his chin on your shoulder to tell you about the previous happenings while you were gone

“Minsu is an angel, he loves the baby food you left. I think it was the mashed avocado one. Minjee can now ride a bike, she’s still wobbly but she’s definitely better than you”

“Hey!”

“I’m kidding baby, but am I wrong? You don’t know how to ride a bike” he teases you

“I know how to ride you” you tease him back. You can hear Mark laugh from behind you, feeling his chest vibrate against your back “That you do, don’t tempt me”

You turn around in his arms so now you’re chest to chest, Mark looks down at you eyes full of love “I missed you” he mumbles 

“Missed you too, where’s my kiss?” You don’t need to ask him twice, his lips are immediately on yours. You can feel him smile against your lips, arms tightening around you. You enjoyed the short vacation but really there’s no place you’d rather be, this is your own safe haven. 

Mark is  and will forever your own getaway. 

Breaking away from each other, Mark peppers kisses all over your face eliciting giggles from you. 

“By the way, is Minjung okay? Why was he in our room last night?” you ask your husband

“Oh yea, he just wanted to ask me about something. Be ready though”

“Be ready for what?”

“Our son asked me how I asked you out, I think he’s planning to ask someone out on a date”

You stare back at him with a shocked look, just like Mark expected. 

“Our baby’s all grown up now. Remember when you first left us home alone” Mark chuckles

“Nooooo, my baby boy”

“Well he’s not so baby anymore”

You can’t even begin to describe what you’re feeling, you’re definitely not ready for this. “What did you tell him?” you ask

“Exactly what happened when I asked you out”

“You mean when you asked me out to get ice cream, that time Hyuck literally pushed you towards me” you chuckle as you remember that day

“Mhm”

“Now that you said that, I’m wondering too. Why did you like me?” you ask him

“That’s like asking why the sky is blue” Mark mumbles, rolling his eyes playfully

“Indulge me, come on tell meeee. Or how did you know you loved me”

“I’m gonna tell you because we’re already married so you can’t run away from me now. I knew I was going to marry you the moment we met. I just knew. You smiled at me and I just know that was a smile I want to see every morning I wake up and every night before I go to sleep. I knew I loved you when you got me a bible for my birthday after I lost my old one. You said you weren’t the most religious person but you went out your way to get that for me. You loved me in ways I didn’t know I could find love. If one day Minjung ask me again about love, I’ll tell him all about you because that’s what love means to me. It’s you”

“Oh my gosh, our baby is all grown up. What are we going to do? I’m not ready for this” you tell him, eyes filled tears both from his declaration of love and the idea of your little being in love

“Hey don’t cry. It’s exciting to see him growing up, and he’s not shy asking us about what to do so it’s a good thing. We’ll be there when he needs us, our baby still needs us” he cradles your face in hands, ready to wipe any tear that’s threatening to spill

“Where did the time go? Next thing we know it’s Jee asking us if she can go out on a date. What will you do then?” you ask with a laugh

“Easy, I’ll go with them”

“You’re not going to our daughter’s first date”

“Like heck I won’t. I’ll be three tables away, she won’t even notice I’m there”

You laugh at Mark’s future plan, there’s never really a dull day being married to him. Even though you’re never sure what the future holds, one thing you’re sure of is you’re ready to face it as long as you have him by your side. You used to dream about this life you have with him, marrying the man of your dreams and live happily ever after. 

But Mark gave you so much more than that, he gave you the fairytale reality others can only dream about. He’s the dream man made just for you and he’s yours in this lifetime. 

part1: day with dad mark lee

part2: another day with dad mark lee

part3: a day with the lee's

part4: (prologue) i don't know how to make eggs

part5: glitter pens and goodnight kisses with the Lee's

part6: first love and kisses

part7: naps and baby kicks

part8: then there was three

part9: just like you

part10: fool for you

part11: your day

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Okay say hypothetically

OG!Michael Myers, Chop-top, Nubbins, Bubba, Stu, and Billy headcannon ideas!! Feel free to pick and choose any of these, do not feel obligated whatsoever to write them all!!

-S/O sends them out to buy pads

-Theater!S/O who’s nervous for auditions

-Nicknames they call their S/O (and vice versa)

-Their most embarrassing memory

-Any basic information that you headcannon for them!

I hope you have fun with these! I’m sorry for requesting so much, let me know if I should back up for a bit!! Again, do not feel obligated to write any or all of these! I hope you have an amazing day/night!! -🖤

lol this is fun

Slashers + Sawyer Family x s/o on period!

Nubbins Sawyer

Girl

He’s not going to know what to do

If you send him out to get pads or something he will really try

He really will

Put probably will end up getting side tracked and coming back with roadkill

Or if he somehow stays on task panic and comes back with like, napkins 💀💀💀

We love Nubs

But yeah he needs someone’s help

But on your period he will be super clingy

Doesn’t really get it but if you feel like being cuddled he will cling

3/10

Chop Top Sawyer

Ok

He’s not much more useful than Nubbins

Like I think if you asked him to get pads he’d be like just let me lick the blood off you

Also yeah

He’s gonna try to have sex with you on your period

And if you don’t feel like it he will get pissed at you

But if you send him out to go by pads he doesn’t know what to do

And he would make you have sex with him first because he’s a little bitch like that

And would bring you back the wrong thing

-2/10

Bubba Sawyer

He would ask Sissy or Drayton for help

He wants to buy you pads and make sure you feel good

Would make you tea and he’s the best one to be sprung when it’s your time of the month

Kinda avoids you though because you got hormonal one time and yelled at him 🥹

He makes you tea though and gives you massages and princess treatment

He does manage to buy pads with success though

But he gets you like

Massive ones

Diaper sized things (lol I have a heavy flow literally referring to my own)

But he’s so sweet and just wants you to stop hurting

10/10

Micheal Myers

He breathes heavily, wordlessly

He gives you a simple nod and goes out to get them, pulling a hood up not not freak people out

He actually buys the right kind and size for you

Returns and drops them off at your feet

And leaves to go something else

He won’t take care of you that much

But if you ask for something specific he will usually comply

5.6/10

Billy Loomis

He would smile a bit and nod “Of course, sweetheart.”

He would snuggle with you too

He goes to get you the pads, he actually gets the right size and everything

Lots of cuddles

He’s clingy in a more romantic way than Nubbins, Nubs is more dark puppy clinging and he’s more ill take care of you

He would definitely take care of you

9/10

Stu Macher

He does reluctantly get them for you

But in the wrong size

Gets them also wayyyyy too big- massive body sized pads

I feel like he’s similar to chop top with wanting to have sex with you on your period

And whines a bit whenever you don’t but is faster to accept than chop top

Would cuddle with you

5/10