snappysprinkledog replied to your post “5am insomnia thought: Trans Cor having a surprise period and...”
Cor is sat in his office with a hot water bottle on his stomach groaning because 1. Cramps are bastards and 2. The city in unknowingly talking about his sex life and this is the worst period ever
He didn’t ask for this.
“Who is the King fucking?” People ask.
It’s him and if he knew this is how it would be revealed Regis has a sex life he wouldn’t have done it.
It’s awful and he didn’t even know he could get embarrassed. Monica walked into his office, saw the hot water bottle, and walked back out. She knew.
starofthemourning replied to your post “¦.trans Cor verse idea- Cor’s father gets out of jail, has another...”
dos the kid know about the murder thing?
I’m thinking yes.
That as soon as Adam (Cor’s father) gets out of jail he has an oops baby and plays happy families for a bit.
You know. Until it’s found out he murdered his previous partner. That puts a damper on things.
No more happy families - but there is supervised visitation. (His first child has disappeared. No one know what happened to them. He’s killed his wife.)
The sibling hears a lot about their missing ‘sister’. They always wonder what happened to them.
...They struggle a lot when they realise what happened. That their ‘sister’ didn’t just go missing, they went missing the night that their dad killed their mother. It’s why their relationship with their father is very strained.
Of course, Cor didn’t even know they existed until he was looking through the file.
And they didn’t realise their brother was their boss.
Regis woke up with knees in his kidneys. He turned his head to look at Cor, who had wiggled out from under his blanket and wrapped himself under Regis’, curling as close as physically possible. Regis yawned, the sun lighting up the tent golden and it was almost too bright already. He sat up, the blanket falling to his waist, and he rubbed his face.
Wait - what was..?
The ground he sat on felt wet, but that shouldn't have been possible with the tent underneath him. Regis frowned, and he lifted the blanket.
Blood.
It wasn’t his. It spattered the blanket and the side of his pants, and it trailed to Cor, pooling underneath him. Astrals, was the brat injured and hiding it again? No, no it didn’t seem like it - shit. He knew what this was. He dropped the blanket back down and carefully tucked it back, hiding the blood.
“Clarus.” Regis leaned over poked his shoulder. “Wake up.”
Clarus groaned.
“Up.”
“What do you want, Regis?” Clarus rolled over and squinted blearily at him.
“Out the tent.”
“...What.”
Regis hushed him. “You need to get out the tent, and tell Cid and Wesk they’re not allowed in until I say so. Please, Clar.”
“Okay?” Clarus raised his eyebrows but didn’t argue with Regis’ serious tone. He dragged himself out, off the ground and staggered away, his clothes in his hand. Regis waited until Clarus left the tent, before he turned back to Cor.
He gently shook Cor’s shoulder. “Cor, my dear, time to wake up.”
Cor’s eyes opened straight away - completely awake already. Regis wished he could have that power. Cor sat up, stilling suddenly. His arm was wrapped around his held stomach, and he was frowning. Cor flattened his expression in the next second but Regis caught it - pain. “Prince Regis?”
“Cor, you’ve - you’ve started your period. You’ve bled-” Regis stopped as Cor somehow managed to freeze even more. “Cor, it’s okay. It’s fine.” Cor shivered, and drew his arm tighter around his stomach. The eyes that met Regis’ were wide, and Regis smiled gently at him. “It’s okay,” he repeated.
Cor shook his head. “Sorry,” he muttered, looking very young.
“You don’t need to apologise. I’ll put everything in the armiger, and we can wash it all later. Do you need me to fetch your products from the regalia?”
Cor looked at his lap, and didn’t say anything.
“Cor?”
“I don’t have anything.”
“Did you… run out?”
“I haven’t ever - before.”
That made things a little more awkward, but Regis wasn’t just going to ignore his friend sitting there. He leaned forward and ruffled Cor’s hair. “If it’s alright with you, I’ll call Weskham over and he can tell us if he has any?”
Cor nodded, and Regis smiled, making some tablets and a bottle of water appear in his hands, and he handed them to Cor before he turned away to the entrance of the tent.
“Wesk?” He called.
Weskham walked over straight away, seemly waiting for this. He must have realised something was happening, just from Clarus. “Yes, Prince Regis?” He asked.
Regis lowered his voice. “Do you have any menstrual products, anywhere?”
There was a pause before Wesk shook his head. “I don’t believe I do. If I may - he may need to use toilet paper until we have anything else.”
“We’ll - Cor and I - will go before breakfast. It’s easier.”
“Is there anything you need me to do?”
Regis hesitated, “some clothing and a blanket are… dirty. Will you..?”
“Of course.” Weskham smiled. He did have several siblings, he probably had sorted everything out before. Strange he didn’t have any products, thought. Even Regis had some in his bathroom, in case a visitor needed one.
They both got changed in the tent like they always had, rolling up the dirty clothing into a pile and leaving it where Wesk would be able to find it. Cor curled up into himself at that, and Regis just wanted to say that it was okay - things like this happened to everyone. Regis decided to put the ball into the Armiger instead, gesturing to Wesk that it was in there - behind Cor’s back. Weskham nodded at him. Cor looked relieved.
Regis put his hand on Cor’s shoulder, and guided him to the car and shook his head at his friends when it looked like they were going to say something. Cor still didn't look him in the eyes as he got into the passenger seat, turning away from Regis instead.
The Prince started the car, pulling out of where it was parked and he started the short journey to the nearby town. Cor was so tense he was almost a statue.
Regis went to sigh, then thought better of it. “Do you have a preference of what products you want?”
Cor turned and look at him. “What?”
“Do you know what menstrual projects you want?”
Cor completely shrunk up into his seat, staring at Regis like he was being mad. He looked like his day couldn't get any worse from here. “No.”
“We’ll buy some random ones then.” Regis glanced at Cor. “And chocolate too.”
No protests were given about the chocolate - Cor loved it too much, but he still seemed stuck that his Prince was asking him what type of products to buy. He swallowed, looking out of the window. “What do you mean by ‘what menstrual products’?” Cor asked.
“Pads, tampons, the others.” Regis said. Cor looked at him blankly. “...you don't know what they are.”
Cor shook his head.
Regis stared out towards the road, turning left with the road. “Fuck.” He stated.
“At least tell me you know what condoms are,” Regis glanced at Cor desperately.
Cor frowned at him.
“Fuck,” said Regis, again. “Double fuck.”
Every word Regis had said about periods made Cor look more horrified. He was starting to think Cor might run away as soon as he stopped the car, but they parked outside the store without issue. Cor half looked like he would refuse to enter the store, but his duty at not leaving his Prince alone won out. He didn't look very happy about that.
“It's not going to bite you, Cor.”
Cor glared at the shelves, then turned to glare at Regis. The Prince just raised his eyebrows, unamused.
“Pick two of them.”
Cor took a step backwards.
Regis walked forward and picked up two packets from the shelves, turning them in his hands to check if they were the assortments they had seemed to be - they were. “What about these?”
“They're fine.” Cor didn't look at them. Regis understood, and ruffled his hair, going to the counter and paying for them.
Regis didn't start up the engine straight away, like Cor had hoped, thought. “You've got to at least look at them,” he said and drop them on his lap. Cor looked at them like they were about to bite him. “It's okay, Cor.”
Cor slowly picked on of them up and looked at it, reading the back. “I don't want to.” Cor snarled.
“Well, unfortunately it's something you’re going to have to.” Regis smiled sympathetically. “And there's a toilet over there.”
If the look Cor gave him could kill, Regis would be nothing more than a crater in the ground. Cor shoved the two packets into the armiger, growled again, then opened the car door angrily. He walked to the bathroom like he was walking to his death - maybe not exactly, Regis didn't think Cor would have that reaction even if he was walking to his death.
Regis put his head in his hands. “Next up, the Talk. You're fifteen, how did you avoid this all so much, Cor?” He asked the car.
Cor walked back to the car with flaming cheeks and he hissed at Regis when he smiled at him.
“The embarrassment will go away eventually,” Regis told him.
Cor pulled up his legs onto the seat and refused to look at him.
No one said anything when they came back to camp. Cor decided - completely by himself - that a chair very close to Regis, practically leaning on Regis was where he wanted to sit for breakfast. The Prince didn’t say anything when Cor ended up actually leaning on Regis, burrowing ever so slightly into his side.
Clarus did ruffle his hair, though.
Cor: I started my first period by bleeding onto the Prince of my country. And then later, the Prince, Clarus and Weskham pinned me down and gave me the safe-sex talk.
“Just our luck.” Cid growled. He got out his gun and stormed towards the coeurls with a murderous look on his face.
“It’s only three young coeurls,” Cor muttered.
“Just three?” Cid turned around and scowled at him. “Just three is enough, Cornelius!”
(“- Cornelius!” Amelia screamed. “Nifs, incoming!” There was sun in his eyes and sand in his nose and blood on the floor.
Amelia staggered, and then there was blood on her. Blood on her face. Bullet holes- )
Cid had turned away, and Cor held his sword tight with shaking hands. It was like he couldn’t breathe right, but that was stupid as nothing was stopping him breathing. He was scared. He was so scared and he hated, and even as his heart screamed in his chest he ran towards the coeurls, sword at the ready. It felt like he was running weirdly and wildly, but no one said anything.
snappysprinkledog replied to your post “snappysprinkledog replied to your post “5am insomnia thought: ...”
Regis is going to grovel and bring cor all the nice things in apology for him dealing with this, clarus is sighing and updating the nda's while glaring at the maids, cor is thinking of what to say/get monica in a 'yeah im fking the king pls dont tell anyone/make jokes about it at me/tell me im bad at keeping it secret'
All the nice things. Shiny weapons. Plants. Cakes and sweets. Just full on bribing Cor until Cor sighed and flopped on him, complaining about his uterus and the press.
Only one maid could be charged for breaking the nda’s so Clarus had to fix everyone’s. Even the guards and the other staff couldn’t be let out of the mass update. It was paperwork for ages.
(Meanwhile Monica is like: why am I surprised. I should have known. The King sometimes looks at Cor in a not so platonic way. I should have known.
...She gets him a congrats on the sex card.)
Cor: Monica, first of all Fuck You
(And maybe they have a discussion of we’re both trans! Let’s talk about that.)
5am insomnia thought: Trans Cor having a surprise period and bleeding all over Regis' sheets and bed. It's cleaned up but the maids gossiped and then because of the out roar and curiosity Regis had to give out the Official Kingly word that. Well. *someone* in his bed started their period and that's where the blood came from. Cor finds a bit of shame he didn't even know he had as Lucis discuses this. [kwetter: 'So we all know now the king is getting Something up in his Citadel but imagining being the one to do that to him. Ouch.' 'I feel like this is that poor person's worst nightmare.' 'Get fucked by the King. Bleed all over silk sheets because uterus. Make the news. The night they had.']
1. Yes, after Regis finishes explaining how periods work he has to give Cor The Talk. Cor asked the worst questions while Regis wondered how the brat managed to escape it so far.
2. Wesk managed to get hold of puberty blockers and Cor hugged him so hard it hurt.
3. How the fuck is this not on your file, Cor? What do you mean you never had a physical - (The bros find out about all the badly managed things.There’s so many of them.)
4. Nothing big really changed. (Cor still grew up to be taller than Regis, and Regis thought that was wildly unfair. Cor used to be such a scrawny brat!)
5. The other bros studied so much about trans information that they ended up knowing more about it than Cor, who just couldn’t be bothered. Quietly, Cor liked how they just wanted to make sure he was okay, and had information if he ever wanted it.
