#its so floofy i want to braid it

[akirakirxaa]

unique - for the single-word fic prompt!

[ so sorry for the delay, just completed a multi-state move so I didn't have much time until now <3 Thanks for the ask @gatheredfates !]

"Wait for me!" Stella, a small girl of about five summers, scampered after a plump calico cat. The tiny bell around the creature's neck tinkled as it scampered around the corner, tail lashing as its master's tiny child chased after it. As Stella peeled around the corner, she skidded to a halt as she saw her mother lifting the cat into her arms. Stella's ears lowered just a hair, one hand absently picking at the auri scales on the other.

"What have I told you about pestering Marbles?" Akira scolded gently, as the cat slipped out of her hands and disappeared over her shoulder fast enough that Stella's quick eyes missed where he went.

"I wasn't pestering, we were playing!" Stella clasped her hands behind her back, ears flat back in what she hoped was an innocent expression. Akira didn't look like she was buying it.

"Well, whether pestering or playing, it's past time for you to be in bed," Akira folded her arms, stern expression softened somewhat by her slight smile. Stella's face fell.

"But I'm not tired."

"Even still, kittens need their rest."

"I'm not a kitten!" Stella's floofy but still child-short tail waggled behind her. "I'm a dragon!" The warrior of light barely stifled a chuckle at her child's antics, scooping her up.

"Well, trust me, I know plenty of dragons and they all need their beauty sleep."

~*~

Stella tossed and turned amidst her covers. She wasn't even sleepy yet! Why should she have to go to bed now? She pouted, but then thought of something. She'd only done it by accident a few times, but if she wasn't tired, maybe she could practice. Stella laid down in her bed, pulling her covers up to her chin so her parents wouldn't suspect anything should they check on her.

She closed her eyes, and imagined a blue place full of crystals and bright lights. She tried to imagine being there, as if one of those lights were leading her along to where it lived.

And then, she was there.

The first time she'd visited the Blue Place, she thought it had been a dream. The bright lights that lived there seemed to want to play with her, and she chased them about excitedly. The second time, when she started to recognize familiar crystalline shapes and somewhat...recognize the lights that floated about, Stella began to suspect that it wasn't a dream.

She knew her parents had special abilities, though she never got the full story on either. She knew her mother could sometimes see the past, and that her father's had something to do with his eyes. Maybe they could come to this place too and they just never told her. Well, wouldn't they be surprised when they saw she managed it all by herself!

She leaped and chased after the lights; the air was weird here, and her jumps took her a little higher and further than they should, and it took her a little longer to come back down. She leaped at one ball of light after another, swiping delightedly at them as they flitted just out of her reach every time. It reminded her of when the leaves on the trees would change color and fall, but this was much more fun!

"And what might you be doing here?"

Stella nearly jumped out of her skin; she hadn't heard anyone sneak up on her, and the voice didn't belong to her mother or her father. She spun on her heel, fur on her tail and around the base of her ears bristling in alarm.

Behind her stood a strange man. His hair was a light purple, braided and pulled over one shoulder, with matching purple eyes. He was tall, almost as tall as Uncle Urianger, but his ears were round, not pointy. She wondered if maybe he was only half Elezen, like she was half au ra. As she wondered, he knelt down to look her in the eye. Or, well, almost look her in the eye. He was still too tall even kneeling for that.

"Who're you?" Stella shuffled a slight step back, but she didn't run. Something told her he wasn't a threat. He looked a little sad at that.

"I was hoping you might remember me."

Stella tilted her head for a moment, thinking. She definitely knew she'd never seen this person before, so she thought about how he felt safe, and his voice...

"Wait, you're my friend!" she near-shouted in her excitement. "The one in mama's crystal!"

"Well, not in it, but yes. I thought you'd forgotten me!" he teased lightly, and Stella relaxed her shoulders a bit, her fur finally flattening.

"Mama said you didn't exist!"

"Well, your mother can't hear us the way you can," he sat properly, folding his legs under his long robe, and she sat across from him.

"So who are you? Really?"

"My name is Hythlodaeus, and I was an old friend of your mother's."

"Hythlo...Hy..." Stella struggled around the long name, and he couldn't hold in a quiet chuckle.

"You can call me Hyth if it's easier," he suggested, and she nodded.

"You...were mama's friend? Are you not anymore?"

"I hope I still am! It's...complicated," his smile was somewhat rueful, and though Stella wanted to needle him about it, she held back. Her father always told her it was rude to pry, after all, and that people would tell her difficult things when they were ready.

"Why were you following me?" Stella tilted her head to the side.

"Well," he started. "You're a stranger here, and this place can be dangerous. So I wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Dangerous? Then what about you?"

"Oh, don't worry about me. I'm perfectly safe."

"I can't just leave you here!" Stella jumped to her feet in alarm. "If it's dangerous, you should come home with me, I'm sure mama would be okay with it, she always says we should help people if we can-"

"Slow down, Stella," Hythlodaeus cut her off with a somewhat wistful smile. "While I'm sure your mother would be happy to, it's more complicated than that, and at any rate, I'm happy here. You don't have to worry about me." Her stubborn pout spoke to her disagreement, and she folded her arms for good measure.

"I don't understand, if it's dangerous here how could you be happy here?"

"It's dangerous for you, not for me."

"I'm tough! I can handle it!" she puffed up a little, her tiny tail waggling behind her, and Hyth chuckled again.

"I'm sure you can. But it's not that you're not tough. This place isn't meant for people like you, and that's why it's dangerous."

"If I'm not meant to be here, why am I here?"

"Well," he thought for a moment. "You have a somewhat...unique gift. Most people can't visit here, but you can. I do wonder what else you might be able to do with it."

"Like beat up monsters?" Stella jumped up from her seat, making a punching motion in the air, and he laughed.

"You're your mother's daughter, all right," Hyth grinned at her, only to suddenly glance over his shoulder as if he'd heard something. "Alas, I think it's time for me to go."

"Why?"

"I have someone I care a lot for that has trouble sleeping alone, so I need to go help him get some rest," he explained kindly, getting to his feet and patting Stella's head gently. "You should go home and get some rest too. Maybe next time, if we can drag my friend from his sleep, we can explore more of this power of yours."

Stella was about to protest, when suddenly she felt a wave of fatigue wash over her, and the blue place and Hythlodaeus faded from view until she was laying back in her bed. And though she wanted to go tell her mother everything she'd seen, she was so tired.

She could tell her in the morning.

[uwuowotf2waslife]

hello here is my stuff for matchups if this isn’t allowed or right you can just delete and ignore!

I’m in my early 20’s(just put that there so you know I’m not a minor) she/her

-I’m shy, tall, lanky, have shoulder length fluffy hair, dresses a bit edgy, a hopeless romantic, a bit of a softie, I’m artsy and really like expressing myself. I want a match who can be gentle and soft romantically with me in private. They don’t have to be all the time. Thank you!

(nsfw is ok if you choose to write that or if you want to. I’m good with whatever you’re comfortable with writing. Thank you!)

Quite frankly as mych i adore writing my sensual filth on tumblr making nsfw stuff about strangers its kinda…its my ick as the younglings say.

Now for you M’lady…. I pair you up with….

Demopanman❤️

I see him as a blonde queen enjoyer (scottish people tend to be fair cuz they live in the land of darkness) so hed love to do nothing than be happily tipsy and braid your floofy hair while you geek out about your newest artistic escepade.

I dont see him that artistic, if you ask him the best he can do is a broken celtic cross, so you being all artzy makes him a bit jelly in the good way. He might even ask you to make a new sword handle design for him

For clothing, he is a basic bitchboi, so feel free to dress him as you with- the only thing he cares is that a. His pp aint all out and b. He can be comfy if drunk so no spikes or cuffs.

He isnt romantic per casual but he can appreciate your loving nature in a weird way. He may not bring you flowers but he will sweetalk you a lot in a charming way.

He is very mild to PDA (depending on how much alcohol he has in his system) so don’t worry, hell get the memo.

All yours & handle with care your brand new Demo-Barbieman ❤️❤️

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Fem!Awesamdrunz.

Dream with long, blonde curls she ties up in a battlemaiden crown. (Quackity cuts her hair, practically destroys her scalp in the process. Its stupid to cry over it, so Dream doesn't. Not until she escapes and looks into a mirror for the first time. She's scarred beyond belief, maimed really. She feels fucking pathetic, giving a shit about hair. But it made her feel good, and now her fingers instinctively reach to fiddle with the strands only to be met with air.)

Sam who's got short, floofy waves that curl a bit. Sides might be shaved. (She is an absolute fuckming lesbian. Her ears turn red when Dream lets her hair down the first time, or when Dream wears a more revealing top. Her Catholicisms made her very uptight and in denial about her Gay when she was younger. She's very stiff about it, even now. She melts at gentle kisses.)

Punz with an undercut. That's it that's the brainrot. (Punz with a tongue piercing that vibrates so they can stimulate Dreams clit when they go down on her. Punz is She/They because Gender. She thinks it's very funny to poke Sam's tits.)

consider Sam hand-sewing dream a wig (and Punz braiding it into a bunch of different styles). she's tried growing it out, but it never grows back just the same way. and she cant seem to take care of it like she used to with all these new body limitations such as chronic pain and hand tremors. she pretends it doesn't effect her because really- its just hair.

(its not like it was a way of self expression that's been taken away or anything.)

It's important to her!!!!!! She took very good care of it. And maybe that's a little vain, maybe she was made fun of a bit for caring about her appearance, but she was Strong and Powerful, and engaged in a lot of traditionally masculine activities. It made her feel really good, to just. Be feminine. To have this one thing.

It fucks her up pretty bad, and she hates herself for caring about it. Spirals pretty badly. When Sam helps her with the wig the first time, she really does cry

The way girls are simultaneously told they shouldn't care so much about their looks while constantly being judged for them. Dream constantly being pressured for that. Dream just wanting to feel good

its not quite the same as it used to be- she cant directly feel fingers running through the strands and against her scalp, its not attached to her, and it requires learning to care for it in a way shes not used to, but it helps. and most importantly its a symbol of love. love when Punz helps her braid it into her old style, and how Sam made it for her at all, its love, and shes happy

They take such good care of her, she does elaborate styles, they get butterfly pins and colorful ties, jewels to clink, flower crowns. When she shows up to kick Quackity's ass she wears the wig in the old style (shes tried some new styles lately, but this one seemed fitting) a symbol of defiance

Still a battlemaiden, a Valkyrie

and maybe she gets some blood into it and thats a bit of a pain to clean up but its fine. Sam will very happily help her out. Punz scrubs her cheek while Sam carefully combs through it. She was so good!!!!! So cool!!!!! Why is she covered in slime???

what the fuck do you mean a slime army

There's more than one wig, too, in case Dream didn't like the first. She wanted Dream to be happy with it! There are several, the parts in several places, because parting hair is a pain. They have to help her because her fingers are just not that dexterous anymore. (she has to relearn how to walk around and fight in armor and they're there for her through that entire process)

Also bonus points if she's lying on a heating pad (Body Pain Hurts) and Fluffy Centaur Sam just. Lays on top of her. Starts purring. Purring will Cure The Ailments of The Body

Punz: I don't think that will fix it Dream: nono Punz get under here I think it's working

Sam got jealous of the heating pad. Technology?????? Taking her partners time and attention???? Horrible, abhorrent. She will fix it better than any dumb heating pad with PURRING

Punz finds the heating pad in the trash later that day

Punz: YOU CANT JUST GET RID OF EQUIPMENT WE NEED EVERY TIME DREAMS USES IT Sam: ILL MAKE A BETTER ONE Punz: Sam, there are times when you will not be there, and Dream will still need to be warm. Sam: How Dare You Suggest Such A Thing

Sam, coming home covered in redstone and immediately flopping onto Dream and Punz (who were cuddling) and getting it everywhere

(Punz likes to use Dreams chest as a pillow. They also really like sticking their tongue out at Sam while they do it. Sam fumes silently in the background. She wants Chest Pillow.)

Sam can't comprehend a world where she will not be there to keep Dream warm.

Sam does Dream's eyeliner! She feels so fucking honored. Wide eyed as Dream sits still for her. She watched a million tutorials and Studied This. Dream wears swoopy makeup that Sam does for her into battle sometimes. Makes her feel Very Pretty

Punz has a garden. Punz growing the flowers that Sam makes into paints for Dream to wear into battle, flower designs to match.

She carries her partners with her, their existence painted on her face

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Wednesday Addams - Rave'N dress

11/30/2022

In the third episode of Wednesday on Netflix, the titular character attends a Sadie Hawkins all-white prom. She wears a dress, ostensibly reposessed, by Thing, from the local oddities and antiques shop, that is in fact a vintage nylon blend Alaïa gown sourced by costuming super-star Colleen Atwood.

I was torn about costuming anything from the show, but after seeing the dance montage, I couldn't reasonably keep her off the list. It's going to be a great costume for dance parties at cons, and I'm particlarily interested in wearing it with my friend who cosplays as Number Five from The Umbrella Academy.

I had to go to to Youtube for details of the dress, so pardon the screencaps below.

The Material:

The material is what most cosplayers would refer to as organza, and I assume Ms. Atwood called it nylon so as to distinguish it from its fancier cousin, silk organza.

The first article linked states that it is actually a mottled black-brown tye-dye, but as brown is my least favorite color on the planet, I will be using plain black organza, perhaps with a touch of a color-shift fabric on a sub-layer to add some visual intrigue (pizazz, you might say.)

The structure of the dress, from the top down:

Notably, there are no seams running accross the shoulder in the transparent yoke. This means the replica will need to be created with the pattern shoulders taped together.

The center back will also need to be on the fold, to avoid showing a seam.

Then, the above-bust flounce. From the back view above, we can see there are two lines of ruffle. These could be integrated into the pattern, but I'll likely tack them straight onto the dress bodice, trim the seam allowance, and cover with some braid.

From the back view, we can see the interior non-transparent dress is:

structured like a corset

posessed of straps

not attached to the transparent yoke

Ergo, it is effectively two dresses. Now, I'm in a bit of a rush, and I like things to be easy, breezy, covergirl.

Therefore.

I'll be making one dress, thanks very much.

By layering the interior solid fabric and the exterior organza on all pattern pieces, and making a unified garment, the complexity will decrease - no corseting required - and the edge binding/lining will be more complete. Organza is itchy, and this is for the best.

So:

Snug fit bodice

Transparent yoke

Collar and front placket, down to waist

Under-arm zip (b/c no back zip) if you don't want a full front placket

I'll be avoiding a back zipper, just because of the transparent yoke. usually, I'm all for faking the buttons and slapping a zipper on the back, but I'd like to maintain the smooth look and collar, given that she''s wearing her hair up.

The solid material would best be something with a low stretch profile and a little heft. I've been on a denim kick recently, because it's cotton with built in interfacing, but something with a little shine might be better.

I'll call it 1-1/2 yards for the bodice + 1 yd (conservative) for the ruffle.

Now, onto the skirt.

From this objectively terrible screencap, we can see that the skirt is:

Ankle length

Floofy

Gather-tiered

Has at least three layers

I can tell that the skirt is tiered and gathered because of the stripes of texture I can see in the image, roughly 4" and 10" down the skirt from the waistline. It's also the only explanation for the sheer volume of the dress, as we can see when she kicks at the 0:16-0:19 mark in the dance scene.

I see two layers - edges that stick up, not at the hem - at 1/3 and 2/3 down the skirt length in the video. It looks like they might be asymetric, but I'm not about that life, so I'll be ignoring that possibility. These are two layers on top of the base layer skirt.

Three layers of organza + modesty layer.

The modesty layer would be simplest to costruct out of cotton - it runs through the machine quickly, and gathers well. But, it can be stiff, and catch on itself.

To maintain the floofy flow, I think I'll use something thin, slinky, and soft.

For the gathering: for ultimate floof, use 2.5x the fabric required for the measurement. Ergo, with a 26" waist, the first tier of the skirt would be 66" wide. I'll use tiers in the 8-10" height range.

The math here is Fergalicous to do, so I won't be doing it. WeAllSew has a super great blog post about a cute as kittens floor length rainbow tiered skirt, so it's a good reference!

They list their fabric requirements as:

3/4 yard (44” wide) – Upper-tier (U)

5/8 yard (44” wide) – Middle-tier 1 (M1)

7/8 yard (44” wide) – Middle-tier 2 (M2)

1-1/2 yards (44” w.) – Middle-tier 3 (M3)

1-7/8 yards (44” wide ) – Lower-tier (L)

Their skirt is for a 40" hip, so I'll need a bit more, but I won't be needing it quite as long, so i'll need a bit less. How much more or less? No clue. I'm not doing the math, it's easier to do with just folding the fabric.

The yardage here sums to 5.6 yards, So I'll aim for 6.5 yards. But wait... that's just the base skirt!!

With a skirt layer at 2/3 the length, I'll need the top U, M1, M2 + 1/2 of M3.

With a skirt layer at 1/3 the length, I'll need U, M1 + 1/2 of the M2 layer.

Ergo, I need: 10-1/2 yards for the skirt 💀

3 U : 3 * 3/4 = 2.25

3 M1 : 3 * 5/8 = ~2

2-1/2 M2 : 2.5 * 7/8 = ~2

1-1/2M3 : 1.5 * 1-1/2 = 2.25

1 L : 1 * 1-7/8 = ~2

This math does have some wiggle room, but it's better to over-estimate than under-estimate. This skirt is big, team. I'll be visiting the dollar discount alley (I love you, Seoul) Before I try to get it anywhere else.

What else?

A little belt, not even relevant at this point of discussion.

Some buttons

Black interfacing

162 miles of black thread

Pockets

Joyously, with a skirt this big, a little pocket can go unnoticed. Unfortunately, with all the layers and gathering, having a side slit to access a pocket on an interior layer would not work too well, as it would be hard to access.

Might as well wear leggings with side pockets, and just hitch the whole shebang up if access is needed. Given the belt, could add a (small) fanny pack to it. That would work very well.

That's all for now -- will update with details as work commences. :)

[nxrthmizu]

stupid things haikyuu!! boys do for attention

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a/n | so my last headcanons post blew up? so I decided to make more. yeah. have this. 

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↬ kuroo 

pretends he doesn’t know how to tie a tie so you’ll do it for him 

makes seven terrible science puns in succession, please respond 

sometimes grumbles very loudly about his backaches after coming back from work, give him a massage and he’ll love you forever :) 

he doesn’t ask for much, you can just sit on the couch/bed and use your phone/read a book and he’ll just settle down on your lap— kuroo will start purring if you stroke his head, this is not up for discussion 

↬ tsukishima

istg he’s a cat 

if you give him attention he’ll scratch you, if you don’t give him attention he’ll sulk like a grumpy cat until you give him attention 

‘if you keep using your phone you’re going to become a four-eyes like me’ he’ll mock you, proceed to take your phone from you, and wordlessly demand cuddles like the annoying beanpole he is 

alright but fine we love him so he gets cuddles and a whack on the head because ‘I was reading a very interesting article, kei’ 🙄

↬ shirabu 

another grumpy cat

sometimes pretends he had a bad day at work so you’ll coddle him 

for the love of god kenjirou stop slamming the door loudly, we get it, you want cuddles 

he cannot communicate like a human being when it comes to asking for affection so oop you’re going to have to learn shirabu’s body language now 

if he plops down on his desk with a giant medical-related book please prepare coffee and cuddles <3 he’s stressed 

↬ oikawa

shameless. completely shameless. will outright demand attention. 

this 20+ year old man will whine and he’s not going to be embarrassed about it 

‘y/n-channn please put down your phone and pay attention to me :( ’

please give him attention, we love oikawa tooru in this house (despite the oikawa slander going on in my smau) 

i don’t know how to say this but he’s going to really like it if you play with his hair. tie it into tiny tiny braids or something. also i’d do anything to get my hands on his floofy hair so. 

↬ kita 

the politest when it comes to asking for attention

‘y/n, i know you’re busy but would you like to go for a walk/watch a movie later tonight?’ 

that’s kind of his... subtle way of saying he wants to spend time with you. he also wants your attention but thinks its’ too selfish of him to outright ask it from you 

say yes. i think its’ the obvious choice. 

he considers sharing his day with you as you giving him attention, he would also love it if you shared your day with him! 

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hello I am back with headcanons because for some reason a lot of people like that so here goes nothing 

[wonderland-in-bloom]

the boys’ dream dates pt.2

@meiriethedreamer​ asked: Could you do hc's for each character's dream date?

part two cuz the first post would’ve been a little too long :))

♡

scarabia

kalim al-asim

honestly, this might be the most generic thing ever, but magic carpet rides

but he’ll show you A WHOLE NEW WORLD in an ARABIAN NIGHT ok i’ll stop

but he’ll be so happy to take you around in one and just take you to see different places

or ya know if he’s that bored he’ll just fly around the dorm with the carpet

honestly i’d think he’d purposely steer the carpet a little bit fast or reckless so you’d feel a little bit scared and just cling onto him the whole ride

like you’d close your eyes and just wrap your arms around his torso and squeeze tightly and honestly he’d be happy with that

he’d teach you how to steer it one day, but for now, he’s just content with you hugging him 

jamil viper

i feel like late night rant sessions would be his ideal date as weird as it sounds

eating cereal in the early morning woop woop

i feel like he’d just enjoy unwinding from a tiring day of dealing w/ kalim and be able to be so vulnerable around you and acc be a human being who doesn’t need to care abt responsibilities or behavior, etc. 

he’d probs break down in front of you at times and i feel like you’d just be there to comfort him and tell him everything will be okay and you’d just hug it out

trash talk about other dorms lol

either its angst hours or just goofy af hours

like y’all can be sobbing a whole ocean or laughing ur asses off ‘till your stomach hurts and there’s no in between

pomefiore

vil schoenheit

SPA DAYS!

he’d just take you out to a super duper fancy af spa and just relax there together

or just have a casual spa day back in the pomefiore dorms

matching face masks and nail polish!

you’d take turns pampering each other honestly

also doing each other’s hair and makeup before going out to dinner together would be something vil really enjoys!

BRAIDING EACH OTHER’S HAIR TOO!!!

vil would love the compliments he gets from the other students but he’d just be so smug and brag to everyone that you did his makeup and how amazing you look too <3

epel felmier

i feel like he’ll take you out hiking and explore nature 

you’d def climb trees together and just see the different sights from tall trees

one time you weren’t so careful climbing down a tree cuz you wanted to show off to epel how you could jump down a tree and be cool like him, but it turns out you fell and scraped your knee

i feel like he’ll panic a lot and just try his best to treat your wound

LITTLE BBY KISSES IT and be like “there, that’ll make it heal quicker”

and thus not only your knee was aching, but also your heart ;-;

rook hunt

SO HE LIKES THEATRE HMMM, so he’d take you out to countless plays!

from street acts to high-class super duper fancy plays in those fancy looking theaters

you notice the glint in his eyes every time he watches a play, even if it’s just something small, and you find that adorable

he’d just recite different lines from the play you two watched that day and just reenact scenes with you

if you both go the extra mile, you both just reenact the whole play and make it super lovey dovey and adorable

(he would force the other pomefiore students to come watch and honestly you felt like losing your cool but once you met rook’s eyes and saw his burning passion, you didn’t even feel flustered or scared anymore)

ignihyde

idia shroud

GAME NIGHTS IS DEFINITELY HIS IDEAL, DREAM DATE!

just staying in his room with you and playing different types of games

from rhythm games on both your phones to shooting games on a gaming console

super duper competitive

you actually beat him in shooting game a couple of times and this did not sit well with idia

so he decided to distract you in the middle of the game by pecking your lips

YOU WERE FLUSTERED OF COURSE AND YOU LOST

and thus the war of ‘distracting-each-other-with-small-but-cute-acts-so-they’ll-lose-the-game’ began

diasomnia 

malleus draconia 

i think he’s just a soft and misunderstood bby who just wants to spend some quality time with you and i think just lounging around in his room while reading books is something he enjoys A LOT

just each of you with a book on the bed and you’re just resting your head against his chest while reading and he’s playing with your hair AAAAAA (a♕-chan is getting flustered cuz malleus is bby aaaa) 

or ya know he’d just enjoy hearing your stories or just how your day went

in return he’d also tell you countless stories

i feel like he’d be very open around you since a lot of people don’t approach him, he just wants someone to vent to and be open with (ya know who won’t bully him like lilia) 

just floofy af moments with lots of PDA, hugs, kisses aaaaa

lilia vanrouge

honestly he’s just a mystery and it’s a mystery what his dream date with you would be like, but i have no idea why a game of hide and seek is something he’d love to do with you

from hide and seek in the diasomnia dorm to the whole freaking school

you both definitely got caught by riddle hiding in the heartslabyul gardens more than once

you two would go even as far as ‘borrowing’ kalim’s magic carpets and use it to hide and/or run away

you two would just be really childish and it’s adorable :)) 

silver

so i don’t really know a lot about silver yet but i feel like he’s that type of boy who looks so flat and like a whole kuudere on the outside but he has a soft spot on the inside for animals

like one day you were in the heartslabyul gardens enjoying tea with riddle when all of a sudden ace and deuce come screaming because the hedgehogs ran away 

you expected silver to have no reaction but he picked a couple up and he snuggled them close to his chest (and you died at this)

and so you took the initiative to surprise him any chance you get with any small, cute and fluffy animal you can find 

of course malleus wouldn’t allow animals in the dorm, so you just borrowed kalim’s many pets to play with for a day or two

so he’d just love to spend time with you and animals, cuz you’re both small and adorable :))

sebek zigvolt

I HAVE NO IDEA WHY I THINK SEBEK’S IDEAL DATE WITH YOU IS JUST THE BOTH OF YOU DOING SPORTS TOGETHER

i feel like you’d both be super duper competitive but then once you get tired, you just basically give up

at first sebek teases you of course but then he’d probably be super duper tsundere-like and actually help you and keep up with your pace

i feel like you two would go on morning runs together a lot

when you’re tired (and still drowsy cuz he insists you run at 6-am) he’ll just carry you on his back and you’d actually fall asleep with your hands around his chest

suddenly you’d wake up in his room and he’ll probably tease you a lot, but he really appreciates the fact that you’re able to put up with him and actually go running together 

♡

IM DONE!!! idk if i got the charas’ personalities right or what they like/don’t like right but oh whale i think it’s cute. hope y’all enjoy :))

- a♕

[ask-princess-and-knight-cookie]

M!A

Knight gets very long, very floofy hair that doesnt fit under his helmet. Its like repunzel but floofy!

PRINCESS: KNIGHT, KNIGHT, LET DOWN THINE HAIR~!

KNIGHT: Don't humor me.

KNIGHT: This is degrading, I don't want to let down by hair.

PRINCESS: Boo! You think everything fun is degrading!

PRINCESS: Please let down your hair?👉👈

KNIGHT: Fine...

PRINCESS: WOAH! IT'S SO LONG! And fluffyyyy...

KNIGHT: Yeah, I have fluffy hair. Not to mention I already had long hair in the first place.

PRINCESS: Oh yeah it probably did grow out...

PRINCESS: I like it this way! Awooga!

KNIGHT: Don't say 'awooga' at me please... Are you going to climb up Your Highness?

PRINCESS: Huh? No! Not only do I have PTSD from being trapped in a castle, but now you have ULTRA dandruff! I ain't climbing up there!

KNIGHT: Pfft, I don't have dandruff! But sure, I'll come down of it spares you the trouble.

PRINCESS: Yay!

KNIGHT: Happy now?

PRINCESS: Aw, I thought you were gonna' e in a dress like the fairytale!

KNIGHT: Nope, I'm in a long vest though of that means anything.

PRINCESS: Hm... It'll do!

KNIGHT: Oof... Hair is really bad as rope.

PRINCESS: Yay! You're here~ You look so cool!!!

KNIGHT: Ha, thanks... So do you.

PRINCESS: Can I braid your h-

KNIGHT: No.

PRINCESS: Can I put flowers i-

KNIGHT: No! No messing up my hair.

PRINCESS: Pfft, fine you bore!

0/10

[justiceforapollojustice]

Concept: ace attorney characters redrawn with curly hair instead of spiky.

If I were confident in my drawing abilities, i would do this myself, but instead i'll just list my ideas and if anyone draws these, i am super curious so pls link me to them

Phoenix's curls are small and look like his spiky hair from a distance.

Edgeworth's hair is wavy, but still kinda spiked

Franziska's hair has loose curls, and thats why she keeps it short. She hates it getting in the way

Maya's hair is frizzy, but not super curly otherwise

Pearl's hair is extremely curly, and the lil loop in her hair would more or less stay like that even without hair accessories

Mia's hair curls at the ends.

Apollo's spikes are super gelled because otherwise they'd be super curly and it makes him look less professional (not that his hairstyle looks professional otherwise lol)

Klavier's hair and Kristoph's hair both get pretty curly. Kristoph uses a straightener and puts it in a ponytail, while Klavier just puts it in a curly braid.

Athena has very curly hair. Whenever she doesn't have a ponytail, it gets really floofy. She prefers the texture when its more contained so she usually has it in a ponytail.

Simon Blackquill's hair is the floofiest. He's very proud of it, and after the events of Dual Destinies, he starts using conditioner to make it floofier.

Nahyuta's hair is naturally straight, but he curls it meticulously.

Trucy's hair is frizzy and very curly.

Kay Faraday has super curly hair, and its super tangled but she doesn't mind

Sebastian Debeste has a more subtle floof, but he secretly wants people to notice it more. He also enjoys when ppl play with his hair, which Kay probably does without thinking about it

[galmaborn]

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 001:   THE OUTSIDE.

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄:    Myla. 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑:    A striking, inhumanly bright blue. 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄 / 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑:    Medium brown with some lighter streaks due to being exposed to batuu’s three suns so often.  It’s thick & wavy & mostly an uncontrollable mess unless it’s tightly braided, but she only rarely makes the effort to do so.  Primarily, it’s left loose, reaching a little past shoulder length, or thrown up in a messy ponytail/bun. 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓:    5′6″  /  167cm. 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄:    Super practical & pretty in line with Batuuan fashion styles.  Cargo pants, pretty standard hiking or work boots, woven scarfs and loose blouses.    She usually sticks to blues, browns, and other natural colors other than her light yellow helmet & wishing tree ribbon tied around her arm.  She does often wear a leather jacket, which is considered to be super fancy by Batuuan standards.  Only Oga’s lieutenants, Varg, some of the gang leaders, & primarily off-world smugglers can afford them, & every one is customized to represent its owner’s allegiances.  Myla’s has a patch of the symbol for Black Spire Outpost on one shoulder & one with Dok-Ondar’s signature logo on the other. 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄:    Personally, I like her floofy hair the most, but I’ll go with her eyes just because they’re the most unique & noticeable thing about her.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 002:   THE INSIDE.

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒:    The Force, or what she only knows as the terrible feelings she occasionally gets.  Losing Varg or Tohago.  Oga Garra.  Zygerrians.  Never leaving Batuu.  Never escaping the crime syndicate. Death. The Naklor returning.  Batuu being destroyed by the war.  Batuuan braga bears.  Medical droids.  Bounty hunters discovering that she’s an escaped slave. 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄:    People watching in the space port & thinking up her own make-believe life stories for each person. 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄:    Anyone who doesn’t pay their debts, double-crossers, & people who look down on her, or any Batuuan really, for being from a backwater planet that has a lot of criminal activities. 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄:    See the galaxy & actually be able to experience the different cultures, climates, & everything about other planets rather than just hearing stories.  Have a little antique shop of her own that doesn’t have ties to any criminal organizations.  Have a family.  Find out who her parents are & what happened to them.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 003:   THOUGHTS.

𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐏:    There’s always a brief moment every morning when Myla wonders if she could manage to get away from Oga if she tried to leave again, now that she’s a lot older & more experienced.  It never lasts long, but that little sliver of hope that she wakes up to really keeps her going throughout the day. 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓:    Work.  Sometimes, Myla wonders if she even really has a life beyond being ordered around by Dok all day & sometimes all night, too.  There’s always a mental list of all of the people indebted to Dok running through her head or concerns about smugglers attempting to scam them when they bring in kyber crystal shipments.  She also thinks about the other kids that were on the Zygerrian ship, the ones that she never saw again, & wonders if they’re off living comfortable lives on some Core World.  She likes to make herself believe that they are. 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐃:    Usually it goes one of two ways: Myla will either work herself up worrying over work-related problems, the general unsafe & unpredictable nature of Galma, & bad memories or she’ll be imagining what other planets might look like based on the stories she’s heard.  If it’s the former, then she likely won’t sleep & will climb a nearby broken spire to watch the stars all night. 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐒:    Reliability.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 004:    WHAT’S BETTER ?

𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐏 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒:    Single. 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃:    Myla would say respected if asked, but really she’d rather be loved. 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒:    Brains. 𝐃𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐒:    Dogs.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 005:   DO THEY  . . .

𝐋𝐈𝐄:    All the time, but it’s more rare outside of her work & she’d never lie to someone she’s close with. 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒:    It depends.  In a fight she’s prone to overconfidence, but in most other aspects Myla doubts herself to the point of it being a detriment. 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄:    Maybe.  She’d really like to, but due to the sort of crowds she hangs with, Myla hasn’t seen it in action for herself very often.  She believes it exists somewhere out there in the galaxy, but not necessarily that it’s in the cards for her. 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄:    Oh yeah. She’s a horribly lonely person.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 006:    HAVE THEY EVER  . . .

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄:    No... Unless climbing on the R-3X’s DJ booth in the cantina while she was drunk counts. 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐒:    No. 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐍:    Yes.  Myla was actually a pretty quiet kid full of bright optimism & love who only wanted to help people, but those aren’t exactly traits that would help her survive or make Oga money.  She toughened up fast & there were a lot of times before she started working more for Dok when she was absolutely ruthless with no remorse.  She’s been allowed to soften back up a bit since she’s been working in the antiques shop, but a lot of times she does put on a rougher front to fit in with the criminal crowd.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 007:   FAVOURITES.

𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑:    Blue. 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋:    Pipa birds, but also specifically Dok’s baby sarlacc named Simpi. 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊:    The Mysterious Island or really anything by Jules Verne. 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄:    Any of the Uncharted games.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 008:   AGE.

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄:    Excellent question.  Myla doesn’t know what day she was born on so she usually just adds a +1 at the end of every year.  In modern verses it’s on December 31st. 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐄:    23.

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁 009:    FINISH THE SENTENCE .

𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄:    The stars. 𝐈 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋:    Alone. 𝐈 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄:    My past. 𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒:    My parents. 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇:    We’d escaped.

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑬𝑫 𝑩𝒀:    @solereus, thank you so much this was super fun!! 𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮:    @baarur​ / @korkie,  @kwentos,  @niteowcl,  @peacesought,  @aniimvs, & anyone else who wants to do this!!

[queer-sky]

okay im big time gay rn so just gonna yearn but i remembered today how my crush from work first complimented my earrings and later on asked me like twice where something is and apologized and was like hey sorry its me again but like girl please don't apologize for that your pure existence makes my day so im thankful that you're bothering me and evertime we see eachother we smile and when she was done with her shift i saw her and she told me something funny that just happened so just imagine im sweeping the floor lowkey in a bad mood to that beauty just standing there laughing smiling i come up to her and she tells me and all i can think about is how much i wanna kiss her and how bad i wanted to touch her beautiful hair like this incredibly beautiful black girl shes 26 but looks like 23 or sum and has black purple braids which are like braided at the top and open and curly at the bottom so this big floofy ponytail and i think she used to have a nose ring at least she has like a lil dent or whatever in her nose where a piercing could have been and she just makes me so happy everytime i see her she always compliments my looks and is so nice and sweet shes such a lovely human being and she was looking for something which she left somewhere but a coworker took it and she just stood there clueless and confused wandering around that area and i was just thinking like you are so beautiful my love please marry and kiss me mann i want this girl i love this girl i want her to be minee

[descendantofthesparrow]

Harry Hook x Reader - turned.

Izabelfireheart  on wattpad

Can you do one when it takes place in D2 plz? (The reader is King Ben's sister, and Ben has to give up the wand and  the crown to save her, but while being kisnapped she falls in love with Harry. When Ben comes he realizes that she became more like Uma, and could care less for Auradon Prep. Can includes Lemon IF you write those, and sorry if this is tmi

You couldn’t care less for the people or places around you, it had been boring and straight since you were born, nothing wild, no rule-breaking, no frowns, no nothing.

The arrival of the core four had made Auradon prep interesting, but that faded as they became more like the sheep around you, abandoning their fellow vks for a soft pillow.

Ben, your brother, had also abandoned his ‘bring over vks once every two months’ plan, preferring to tend to his “perfect” girlfriend Mal.

Perfect HA! Mal was less than perfect, she obviously was super uncomfortable with the entire ‘lady of the court thing’ and wanted out, she hated the paparazzi, the clothes, the manners, the hair, which was now bleached blonde with lavender tips.

And you were the only one she told personally about her troubles and wants to return to the isle, you didn’t discourage her, only saying “do you really want to return to the isle, or do you want to be free of this royalty bullshit?”

She hadn't responded, and when she left for the isle only two days away from cotilion, you weren't surprised.

What did surprise you was when ben burst into your room, begging for you to come with him to the isle to help get mal back.

You had an odd feeling, so you agreed, grabbing your casual clothes, which evie blinked at, you shrugged her off, you had a natural isle style apparently.

It took about an hour to get to the isle, and you had basically wandered off as soon as you had arrived at the hideout, noticing that your “friends” were distracted, you walked off, soon being run into by a set of kids, trying to get into your messenger bag, but you easily pushed them away, wincing at you felt the boniness of the children.

One fell to the ground and the other stood in front of his fallen friend, glaring at you, daring to try anything else.

You sighed, reaching into your bag and pulling out one of your tiaras, and kneeling down, holding it out to the child. Both of their eyes widened, seeing your true smile and the definitely real blue diamonds on the golden tiara.

“go on” you whispered, holding the tiara closer to the child “take it, I don’t need it”

The dirt-covered child stood up from the ground, walking around his friend and slowly taking the tiara, gasping as he saw a poster with your face on it, recognizing you.

“you- your prin-“ you held a finger up to your lips, shushing the awestruck child.

“don’t tell anyone im here, now, go get yourself some food okay?”

The two children nodded, grinning slightly and rushed off, hiding the tiara in their larger jackets.

“that wa’ kind of yeh lass” a thick Scottish voice spoke up from your right, you calmly stood and looked at him, raising your brow at the…

Holy fuck REALLY PRETTY DUDE WTF!

You felt your face heat up, wow, wow,wowowowow!

“okay first off, its kinda my thing, second off, holy FUCK you're pretty!”

The boy with the scarlet red jacket snickered and ruffled his floofy black hair, his cheeks red. “uh, thanks? Anyway, me captain would like teh see ya princess”

You smirked, feeling the heat from your face cool down and you jutted your hip out and placed your hand on it.

“oh? And who would your captain be Mr?” you saw the glint of a silver hook “Hook?” the obvious son of captain hook sniggered, bowing slightly

“my name would be harry hook princess, and meh captain would be uma d-“ you interrupted him, now getting excited.

“daughter of Ursula, mal told me about her”

Harry's eyes went dark, crossing his arms and becoming tense “oh? And wha’ did she tell yeh?”

You rolled your eyes and waved your hand “a bunch of bullshit that I didn’t care for, I never take second-hand info about a person I've never met”

Harry relaxed, nodding “alright, now, my captain?” you nodded, walking up to the boy and standing in front of him, staring into his surprisingly bright ocean blue eyes, where those emerald green flakes in his eyes?

He offered his arm with a grin, and you took it with a giggle and a smile.

You didn’t hear your brother or evie call for you, and you didn’t hear one of Harry's crew members inform them for mal to meet uma at the chip shop for a negotiation.

Harry led you to the ship, smirking as you gave a wow at the vessel, for some reason, he just wanted to look at you for hours, and listen to you talk and ramble.

He shook those feelings and wants away, showing you around the main deck and smiling at you as you explored.

“never seen a pirate ship before princess?”

You turned and smiled, making Harry's heart skip a beat, what the hell is happening to him?!

“You can call me (y/n), I never liked that title anyway, and no, I've never seen a pirate ship, they are all sunken to the ocean floor”

As you looked around the ship, you stopped at harrys sword, the red fabric wrapped around the hilt making your raise your brow.

“you sword fight?” you asked, making Harry's brows go up,

“yeah, im a pirate, kinda a requirement?”

You hummed, shrugging off your jacker and letting it drop from the floor, seeing Harry's Adam's apple bob, his pupils dilated.

“wanna spar? I need something to fight”

Harry grinned, walking to a barrel and grasping a sword, and tossing it to you. you caught it with ease, flipping it as you did.

“lets play (y/n)”

The two of you clashed for a little bit, easily matching the other as you fought, he swiped for your torso, you dodged, and he sent his palm at your torso, sending you to the floor.

He knelt down over you, sword above your neck. “ready to surrender princess~?”

You smirked, lifting your legs and wrapping them around his neck and torso, flipping yours and Harry's positions, you on top, his face pressed against your thigh, face red and eyes wide.

“nah~”

A slow loud clapping sounded from behind you, you stood up, turning to see a girl with teal braided hair, a pirates hat on her head.

Uma.

“impressive princess~ Harrys hard to beat”

You smiled standing, retrieving your jacket in the prosses, making uma blink in surprise as you greeted her as if she hadn't just ordered a kidnapping on you “You must be uma, a pleasure to meet ya”

Uma looked at you up and down, she thought Harry had full-on kidnapped you, but it seemed you had come willingly.

“now, harry says that you wanted something with me? uma steeled herself, standing tall and strutting up to her, putting on her best killer gaze, but you didn’t flinch meeting her gaze evenly.

“yes, you…for the wand and crown”

You blinked a few times, surprised at her bluntness before you busted out laughing, making uma drop her face and harry look at you in confusion.

“oh-my-god-!!! You-you want the wand?! Ben would have been a much better hostage!”

You continued to laugh before gaining your breath, grinning sadly as you looked to the ground “im the second born, no one really gives a fuck about me, the crowned king is alive and well, the princess isn't needed”

Uma stared at you in surprise, she wasn’t expecting that mini-rant from an Auradon rat.

“I don’t give a crap about Auradon though, so its an even trade”

You laughed coldly “I hope for your sake, ben cares enough to bring the wand, seeing the isle today” you paused sneering slightly “made me pissed off, you are all CHILDREN, you did nothing wrong! You shouldn’t have to pay the price for your parent's wrongdoings, and ben has ignored that for six months”

Uma stared at you, before deciding something, she walked up to you holding her hand out, you blinked at it in surprise, looking at uma confused.

“It seems we have a common goal, you want freedom and justice for the wrongly accused vks, and I want the same, what do ya say princess (y/n)? are you on my side”

You smirked, grabbing onto umas outstretched hand holding it up in the air, tightly gripping it.

“I’ll rally with you” ---

Harry felt his heart beat faster as uma told him to keep (y/n) in his room for the night, as no one dared to go in there unless with order or permission, (y/n) would be protected there.

“so, uh, meh room?”

Harry gestured to his midsized room, slightly embarrassed at the clothes strewn about the room, he quickly started to pick them up, tossing them in a hamper.

Wait, why did he care? He had multiple other people in his room before, and he didn’t give a single fuck about what they thought about his room.

So why?

Sighing he turned to look at (y/n) again, locking his ocean blue eyes with her bright and curious (e/c) ones.

His breath hitched and his heart skipped another beat.

Oh shit.

Was he- no not that fast- but he definitely-

“Harry?” oh god her voice, just her voice was making his heart go crazy. What was wrong with him?! “yea~-“ oh god did his voice just crack?! He cleared his throat as (y/n) smiled and giggled lightly “yeah lass?”

“I really need to do something physical, wanna do it?”

Harry choked, stumbling into his dresser, wide-eyed at the supposed ‘princess’ his face started to heat up.

“i-you-wha-bu-“

You interrupted Harry's babbling, your own face heating up. “I wanna say something, in the short amount of time we've known each other, I've felt a connection I've never felt before, so if ‘this’” you gestured between you harry and the bed, making harry swallow harshly and nod. “happens, I want to make something clear if you maybe want to pursue something after that, I wouldn’t say no.”

Harry stared at you as you started to fidget. he stayed silent, figuring out what you had just said.

You wanted to have sex with him

You said you wouldn’t mind seeing where your…releationship would go after it

You felt a connection with him….just as he felt a connection to you.

Harry breathed deeply, closing his eyes for a few moments, before opening them, staring into your bright eyes.

He stalked forward, pressing his lips to yours, pressing against his door, you moaned, feeling around for the lock, clicking it you moved your hands to wrap around his neck and thread your fingers in his thick hair.

Harry unbuckled his belt, tossing it across the room, before shrugging off his jacket and pressing his hardening core to yours.

He broke away from you, spit keeping the two of you connected, breath heavy and hearts beating fast.

“let's take this to the bed shall we?”

You nodded, breathing heavily.

Harry picked you up by your thighs, walking over to his bed and setting you down, laying his body on top of yours, griding slightly.

Harry let out a grunt, pleasure shooting up his spine, as you let out high pitched sighs.

“w-wait!” harry stopped, pulling away, a good 8 inches between you.

“did yeh change yer mind?”

“n-no I just wanted-im a virgin”

Harry blinked, before smiling softly, leaning down to give your cheek a soft kiss.

“ill be gentle”

---the end(not writing the full smut, my dads home)---

There will be a part 2, taking place in d3

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The Fiercest Ones Wear Pink

Years before Hawkmoth's appearance in Paris, Mr. Dupain and Mrs. Cheng took their daughter to the Paris Renaissance Festival. They weren't surprised when she wanted to get a fluffy princess dress, but they weren't expecting her interest in the fighting games....or her prowess.

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Marinette squealed with glee as her papa paid for their tickets and finally, finally, they got to enter the festival.

She. Was. So. Excited.

"All right, what should we do first?" Mr. Dupain asked, turning back and forth so Marinette could see everything from her vantage point from atop his shoulders. "Games? Food? Explore ye olde stores? Plays?"

"I want to see the horsies!" Marinette decided after a moment's thought. "The ones that are all dressed up!"

Her dad grinned, and set off through the crowds. "All right, then! Here we go!"

They walked and walked, and Marinette watched everything with barely contained glee. All of the workers were dressed up as old-fashioned people- as was to be expected from a renaissance fair- and it was so. cool. A couple knights wandered through the crowds, patrolling the streets and keeping the trolls away.

At least, that was what her papa had told her. Marinette had wanted to know who kept the trolls away for the rest of the year, because she hadn't ever seen any trolls in Paris, but he had told her that they only came out when there were old-fashioned foods around.

Which Marinette thought was weird. After all, there wasn't very much old-fashioned food cooked in Paris the rest of the year- or at least she didn't think so- so what did the trolls do then? And what if her mommy decided to experiment with some of the old recipes that she kept tucked at the back of her recipe box? Who kept the trolls away then?

She supposed that the adults took care of it somehow.

Marinette cheered as the horse barn came into sight. Her parents steered them towards the outdoors arena, and then they were seated, waiting for the next jousting match to start.

They didn't have long to wait.

Ten horses trotted out, each decked out in fluttering blankets. Knights sat on top, each carrying a long pole. There were two teams, red and blue, and the last member of each team carried a long, triangular banner in their team's color as they rode. More of those same banners were posted all around the arena, making it look all old-fashioned.

"Watch, they're going to try to knock each other off of their horses," her papa told Marinette, pointing to the knights. "They're all wearing padding so that it doesn't hurt, but they want to see who's more skilled."

"Or who gets in a lucky hit first," her momma added in with a bit of a laugh. "Sometimes one of them just happens to get off-balance and one little knock sends them tumbling."

Marinette nodded, already entranced, though not just with the horses and their riders in the arena. There were people in the audience that dressed up too, and some of them were wearing really pretty gowns and flowers in their hair. They were gorgeous, and Marinette's jaw hung open as she watched a whole group of the ladies pass.

She wanted to dress like that when she grew up. They looked way prettier than all of the people wandering around in t-shirts and dirty jeans.

The men of the group passed by next, and they were dressed up, too. Marinette giggled at the goofy pants- and they were wearing tights under the pants, which was funny but it didn't look bad, just different.

"Papa," Marinette said as a question came to mind. She tugged on her papa's hand. "Papa, why didn't we dress up?"

"Well, we don't own any clothes like that," her papa told her. "It would be hard to get the flour out of them!"

"But they are very pretty," her mama added. "We can look around at the shops later and see if they have anything in your size, if you want."

Marinette bounced with excitement. Did she want to look? Did she ever! A pretty dress would fit in much better here than her pink playsuit. "Yes, please!"

"All right, but for now, let's watch the jousting," her mama said, smiling. "Look at that horse! Isn't it pretty?"

Marinette looked. It was very pretty. Someone had braided blue ribbons into its mane, and they were bouncing with every step.

The jousting was very exciting, and then Marinette went back up on her papa's shoulders so that they could head over to another show. This one had birds- eagles and hawks and falcons, her mama told her- that flew around over their heads. Marinette watched, entranced, as all of the birds returned to their perches at the end of the show, preening and watching the audience members. Then they went and watched some jugglers and fire-breathers, and then they went and watched a couple knights battle each other.

They were very good, and Marinette knew that must have practiced fighting each other a lot to make sure that they could win against the trolls.

If the trolls actually existed, that was. Marinette still wasn't sure if she believed that. After all, why wouldn't trolls want any other kinds of food? That sounded like a fairy tale.

"I'm hungry now," Marinette announced after one knight was knocked down and the other was pronounced victorious. "Can we eat?"

Her papa grinned and scooped her up, back up onto his shoulders. "All right! Let's go off to find some troll food!"

Marinette cheered, completely missing her mom's exasperated "Tom, what have you been telling her?"

Laughing, her papa led the way to the food yard. There, all sorts of food stalls were set up, most of them with turrets or flags decorating the top. It smelled very, very good.

Marinette still didn't see any trolls. But there were knights here- a lot more than anywhere else- which, well, if there weren't trolls like her papa said, why else would there be so many of them here?

"Okay, we'll find something that you'll eat," her mama said, scanning the stalls. "Ah- not that one, I think. Or that. I think Marinette might eat some of the stuff on that menu, though."

Soon they were seated at a picnic table with their food, and Marinette dug into her meal, stew in a bread bowl. It was really good, but there was a lot, more than she could eat.

"Papa, I'm full," Marinette announced, pushing her bread-bowl away. She had eaten most of the stew and part of the bowl, too, and it was a lot. "Do I have to finish?"

Her papa chuckled. "I'll finish it up, darling. Just don't tell the trolls."

"Tom."

After lunch, they wandered through the streets, looking at all of the storefronts. There were people in front of some of the shops, showing off how they made their wares. They stopped to watch one lady spin wool while another one wove it into a blanket. A painter brushed a picture of the festival into being. A pair of people worked with red-hot glass to blow it and shape it into fancy designs.

It was interesting at first, but it took so long for things to be made and so Marinette sort of got distracted. Twisting around on her papa's shoulders, she peered at the other shops in the area. One had brown purses and bags and jackets, which were pretty but boring. Another had wood carvings, which were also pretty but were probably the sort of thing that Marinette wouldn't be allowed to touch. Another had clothes of the sort that Marinette had been admiring so much, and she craned her neck to try to see if there were any in her size.

After all, her mama had promised that they could look for a dress for Marinette, and what would the point of buying a dress be if she didn't get to wear it at the festival for more than a couple minutes?

"Can we go in there?" Marinette asked, pointing, once it seemed like her parents had finally lost interest in the glass people. "To look for a dress?"

"Sure!" Her papa lifted her up and let her back down on the ground so that he could take one of her hands and her mama could take the other. "Let's find a sparkly dress for you!"

The first store didn't have anything anywhere close to Marinette's size. She pouted, but one of the workers gave her parents a list of other clothing shops at the festival that would likely have kids' sizes.

In the third shop that they visited, Marinette found the dress. It was dark pink and had pretty silver beads and a floofy princess skirt.

And it fit perfectly.

"Is that the one you want?" her mama asked, and Marinette nodded eagerly, spinning around and watching the skirt poof out.

This dress was perfect.

Three minutes later, they left the shop, with Marinette's old outfit tucked into her mama's purse and with her in her pretty new dress.

They kept wandering, with Marinette skipping along between her parents. Before long, she spotted a face-painting stand, and she tugged on her mama's hand.

"Can I get my face painted?" Marinette wanted to know. She pointed. "Look at all of the pretty designs!"

"One painted face, coming right up!" her mama promised. "If we go fast, maybe the line won't be too bad."

The line wasn't bad at all- at least, that's what her papa said, but they still had to wait several minutes. Marinette spent the time looking over the designs that they offered, and by the time she reached the front she had decided.

"I want the flowers design," she announced, pointing to it. "The vine-y one!"

"What colors do you want it in?" the painter asked, swirling her brush in a glass of water to clean it. Marinette thought about it, looking at the colors that the painter had. She lit up and pointed to two.

"Pink and silver!" Marinette said, pointing. "Pretty pink flowers and silver vines!"

"Do you want any silver glitter paint?" The painter reached over and picked up a small pot to show to Marinette. Sure enough, it was glittery silver. Marinette perked up and nodded eagerly, and the painter smiled.

"All right. Sit right on down and close your eyes, and we'll make you into the prettiest princess on the streets."

Marinette sat down and closed her eyes, doing her best to stay still even as the paintbrush started tickling her face. The design started at one side of her forehead and worked across her face and even a little down her cheek, like some sort of mask. One flower-covered vine curled under her eye, and Marinette giggled as the brush hit a particularly ticklish spot.

"Almost done," the painter promised. "You're doing so well with sitting still. Just another minute and I'll be finished."

Marinette almost nodded in understanding, but caught herself at the last second.

The paintbrush kept tickling across her face, and then it stopped. "Okay, you can open your eyes. You're all ready."

Marinette opened her eyes, and gasped at her reflection in the mirror that the painter was holding up. "It's so pretty!"

"It turned out very well," the painter agreed. "Now off you go, and show it off to everyone!"

Beaming, Marinette hopped off of the chair and re-joined her parents. They headed off to look at more shops, and now Marinette started yawning, bored.

Sure, the stuff on the shelves was kinda cool, but there was only so much shopping she could stand before she started getting tired. It wasn't until they headed past a series of game stalls that she started perking up again.

And then one of the stalls caught her eye: People were throwing axes at the opposite wall of the stall, and on that wall were paintings of trolls.

"Papa, can I do that?" Marinette asked, tugging at her papa's hand. "I wanna take out trolls!"

Her papa looked at the stall, pausing mid-stride. "Uh."

"Please, papa? Please, mama?"

"Uh, maybe another year," her mama said, wincing. "Not this year."

"They don't have any kid-sized axes," her papa added. "So they would be too big for your little hands."

Marinette pouted. That was no fun! She wanted to practice taking out trolls, too. Just in case they were real and ever came sniffing around her mama's cooking.

They kept walking, and Marinette was about to start complaining about her feet hurting so that she could go ride on her papa's shoulders again when she spotted another arena. This one had several knights in it, and one of them was fighting with a visitor. Their swords crossed, and Marinette watched as they fought. After that person was defeated, a kid her age trotted in with a kid-sized sword to challenge the knight.

A kid-sized sword. Marinette was heading that way in a flash, running to join the short line before her parents could object.

"Marinette, where are you going?" her mama called after her. Marinette paused for long enough to point at the arena, grinning wildly.

"They have kid sized swords, mama!"

Marinette waited eagerly in line, watching as the people in front of her entered the arena, one by one. Some of them won against a knight or two, while others were disarmed early on. Marinette wanted to win at least one match. As she picked out a sword, though, she glanced over and saw how big the knights were. They weren't nearly as big as her papa, but they were way, way bigger than Marinette.

Hefting her sword, Marinette scowled. She wasn't going to let that stop her! People always underestimated her or said that she couldn't do stuff because she was too small and that was annoying.

"All right, your turn," the attendant told her, opening the gates. "Go forth, princess, and see if you can defeat the evil knights of Paris!"

Marinette nodded, then charged forward at the first knight with the loudest yell she could muster.

She was going to fight, and she was going to win.

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 Tom and Sabine watched their very pink, very sparkly daughter mow down all of the knights in the ring with equal parts amusement and alarm. Marinette seemed to know instinctively that at her height, she could and should be going for the knees to knock them down to her height before whacking their swords out of their hands and dealing a "killing blow", leaving a trail of downed knights in her wake.

"Hear ye, hear ye, Princess Marinette has defeated all of the evil knights!" the announcer at the far end called out, hitting a large bell to get the attention of everyone in the area. "Six evil knights all brought to their knees by her skills with the sword. Three cheers for the Princess Marinette!"

Neither of them could hold back their grins as all of the employees let out a loud "Hip, hip, hooray!". Marinette was grinning at the attention, looking pleased under her sparkly pink face paint.

"For your service, we award thee this crown of flowers!" the announcer continued, pausing to deliberate over what was no doubt a selection of flower crowns before pulling out a ring of pink and white flowers and arranging it on Marinette's head. "And we also award thee this medal!"

"Oh, I'm gonna need a picture of her in that get-up," Sabine said with a laugh as they headed over to join Marinette. Their daughter was admiring the medal that the announcer had looped over her head, beaming proudly.

Tom laughed. "You don't already have enough from the fights?"

"I don't know how many of those will actually turn out." Sabine patted her camera. "And with the flowers and the medal…"

"Would you like to try your hand at fighting the dragon and rescuing the princess from her tower?" the announcer was asking Marinette when they finally reached her. "It's a bit harder than the knights, but we haven't had a brave princess like you try it yet."

"Yes!" Marinette exclaimed immediately, bouncing up and down. "Where is it?"

"Right over there," the announcer told her, pointing to an arena that was partially hidden by the trees. Sure enough, a roar was just audible over the noise of the crowd. "They'll tell you the rules. Good luck!"

Beaming, Marinette charged off again, and Tom and Sabine hurried after her. The line over here was shorter, but more people were watching as the large "dragon" breathed fluttering fabric "flames" towards the current contestant. Marinette didn't look at all worried as she joined the line and the attendant explained the rules to her.

Her goal was to take down the dragon and free the princess from the tower. She would get a sword and a shield. If the flames touched her, she was out.

Straightforward enough, but apparently pretty hard, if the number of frustrated-looking people nearby was any indicator.

"Oh, I wish she had quit after the knights," Sabine said as Marinette moved up in line. "She could have ended on a high note then. She's going to be all upset when she loses."

"If she loses," Tom corrected. "I wouldn't be surprised if they go easier on kids. Besides, look at the shield she just grabbed. If she hides behind that, the flames won't hit her." He grinned. "I'd lose right away. Those shields wouldn't hide enough. Otherwise, I'd be in line right behind her."

Sabine sighed. "Yes, I know. I know exactly which side of the family she gets all this from."

Another adult left the arena defeated, looking a bit disgruntled as he did. Marinette was next, and Sabine took out her camera again to try to get some good shots. The dragon turned to face Marinette and she raised her shield and sword, determined look on her sparkly face.

The roar of the dragon practically shook the ground, and Marinette charged forward. It opened its mouth, and Sabine braced herself for a quick defeat.

It didn't happen. Marinette had hunkered down under the shield just in time, and the "flames" draped harmlessly over the top. The dragon got closer, and closer, its snout practically touching the shield when the flames receded.

Almost faster than they could blink, Marinette popped up shield-first, ramming it into the dragon's nose as hard as she could. It reeled back, startled, and Marinette took the opening to rush forward towards the legs.

"Take out the kneecaps!" Tom called gleefully. "Atta girl!"

"I hope those poor actors are wearing plenty of padding," Sabine said as the first leg crumpled under Marinette's frankly vicious attack. "She's not holding back one bit."

Partway to leg number two, the dragon recovered enough from the hit to the face to breathe more "fire". Marinette blocked it again, scampering in a half-crouch behind the shield as she headed for the next leg. As soon as the fire let up again, she battered the second leg into submission.

"Now take out the head!" Tom called. "Or the heart, if you can find it!"

Marinette was already on it. Shield up to protect herself, she charged towards the head, hitting the side hard. The head reeled back, but she followed it, stabbing at the eye just barely within her reach. There was another roar- how Marinette wasn't even flinching, Sabine didn't know- and then the eye squeezed shut as though injured. Marinette gave the head more whacks before running around the dragon and stabbing the other eye. When the dragon opened its mouth to roar in "pain", Marinette reached up as far as she could to stab the top of the dragon's mouth several times in quick succession.

"Aha," Tom said approvingly. "She went for the soft bit. Very good."

The dragon's last roar was weaker, and it swayed for a few moments before collapsing. A cheer went up, and even the previous contestants that were still hanging around were clapping. Marinette delivered one last hit, then finally lowered her shield as the announcer waved her over to get her medal, accompanied by the "saved" princess. She beamed and headed over, sparkly pink dress flouncing around her.

The difference between her and the large, dangerous-looking green and black dragon was pretty comical.

"Mom, did you see that?" a blond boy on Tom's other side asked, tugging at his mom's sleeve. "Did you see her take down the dragon? She's so cool!"

"Yes, I saw, dear," his mom assured him with a giggle. "It was very cool."

"She was just like- whoosh! And then she hit the dragon like-" The boy hopped around, wielding an imaginary sword. "That was awesome! Can we go meet her?"

"If you want."

The boy cheered, then paused before he could run off and hid behind his mom's leg. "Or maybe I could just wave instead?"

"Someone suddenly got shy," his mom said with a laugh, patting his head. "I think someone has a crush."

"You know, I thought I would dread the day that Marinette started getting attention from boys," Tom told Sabine as they left the fence and headed around to collect Marinette and her medals, leaving the blond boy and his mom behind. "But boys sitting up and taking notice when she's kicking butt is good. I can handle that."

Sabine laughed. "I think attention from boys can still stand to wait a few years."

"Yeah, but if it's gotta happen, then it had better happen for the right reasons. Now the bar is set for any boys in the future who might get crushes on Marinette."

Sabine sighed.

"Mama! Papa! Look at what I got! Did you see me defeat the dragon?"

"The sparkly berserker is yours, then, right?" the gate attendant asked as he let them in. He was grinning. "That was great."

"Yeah, you wouldn't expect it with all the pink and tulle and glitter, would you?" Sabine shook her head in amusement as Marinette flew up into her arms, sword and shield forgotten on the ground. "She's fierce."

"Actually, it's more common than you would think," the attendant told them, and both Tom and Sabine blinked in surprise. "It seems like the fiercest ones wear the most pink. We don't get a lot of little girls trying to fight the dragon, but the ones that do almost always end up winning. We tell the actors that there's a Code Pink to make sure that all of them have all of their padding on and haven't ditched anything because of the heat, because otherwise..."

"They could say good-bye to their kneecaps," Tom finished.

"Let's get a picture of you and all of your medals," Sabine suggested. "Here, by the fence- smile for the camera!"

Marinette beamed, and the shutter snapped once, twice, three times.

"I can take one of the three of you if you want," the attendant offered. "D'you want one with the dragon in the background?"

"That would be great," Sabine said at once, handing over the camera. "Marinette, you can sit on the fence, like so, and Tom can be here."

"All right, on three! One, two, three-"

"Cheese!"

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 Present-day Paris

The dragon had been rampaging all over Paris for the last half-hour. Buildings had been burned or torn apart, windows broken by the long talons as it clambered over buildings, breathing fire at anyone who ventured too close. Several cars in the streets below had been toasted.

Tom and Sabine watched the news feed on the bakery TV anxiously, keeping one eye on the screen and the other on the street, in case there were any stray pedestrians passing by in need of shelter. All of the on-the-ground news reporters had had the sense to take shelter, thankfully, and now a news helicopter was following the dragon, staying out of the reach of the licking flames as it recorded the fight below.

Or, well, the dragon below. Ladybug and Chat Noir had retreated a couple minutes back, no doubt to come up with a new plan of attack that would end the fight quickly.

"I'm glad Marinette wasn't fighting a dragon like this when we went to the Renaissance Festival," Tom said shakily as they watched another row of townhouses catch fire. It was starting to get a little close for comfort. "And I'm glad that she and her friends weren't going to the fair until tomorrow. I imagine that was where this akuma came from."

"I imagine," Sabine agreed. "Oh, look, there's Ladybug and Chat Noir!"

"And Ladybug has come up with a sword and shield," Tom added. "Oh, look at her go! Just like Marinette did!"

Sabine could only nod as they watched Ladybug charge in fearlessly, blocking the fire with her shield before taking advantage of a short opening in the flames to deliver a hard blow to the dragon's snout, and then the side of its head. It staggered, and Ladybug jumped down to go after the joints of its legs in a series of blows almost too fast to follow. While the dragon struggled under the new onslaught, Chat Noir circled the beast. presumably to try to locate the possessed object. By the look of it, he was coming up empty.

"I bet it was the costume itself that was possessed," Tom said suddenly. "If they slice it, maybe-"

"I'd bet that they'll have to hit a soft spot," Sabine said. "So the eyes or inside of the mouth. And considering that that's real fire…"

Onscreen, Ladybug seemed to have come to the same conclusion. She continued her relentless attack, making sure that she had disabled the front legs before cutting down the back legs as well. She dodged a blast of fire- and wasn't it nerve-wracking to watch her bob and weave so close to real, white-hot flames?- and jumped onto the dragon's back, racing towards the head and then using the shield to beat it into submission long enough for her to grab her sword and stab the inside of the mouth. The dragon promptly deflated, and the now-familiar shape of a corrupted akuma fluttered free for her to catch.

"She's certainly fierce," Tom said with a laugh as Ladybug's Miraculous Cure swept over Paris, setting everything right again and turning the dragon back into a costume. "And she used the shield just like Marinette did, as both protection and a hammer of sorts. Nice to know that that technique works in real life, too."

Sabine sent him a Look. "And when, pray tell, would you ever use that information?"

Tom laughed. "Never, probably. But it's interesting to watch. But Sabine, speaking of the fair…"

"Yes, Tom?"

He grinned. "Remember what that gate attendant told us after Marinette defeated their dragon? I'd bet anything that Ladybug likes pink."

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 The Renaissance Fair was really taking advantage of the fact that they had had a real, live dragon on the grounds, Alya noticed as she and Marinette made their way towards the main square. Pictures of the dragon clinging to the buildings and facing off with cowering "knights" had been posted all around the admission stands, adding a bit of flair to the stands.

"I wonder if the line to fight the dragon will be longer or shorter today," Alya commented, glancing over towards the fields where she knew those sort of events were held. "I mean, it's not likely that Hawkmoth would akumatize the same person two days in a row, but that was a super scary akuma." She grinned at Marinette. "Are you going to try your hand against the dragon again? Maybe add another couple of medals to your collection?"

"Maybe," Marinette said absently, shrugging a little as she smoothed down her skirt. She had decided to try her hand at designing a Rennesance-style dress for their trip to the fair, and she was really happy at how it had turned out. The scarlet-red dress didn't have quite as much body to it as her poofy pink princess dress had years ago, but it still had plenty of room in the skirt. "If people want to do that. I'd like to try the ax-throwing station myself. My papa never let me do it when I was younger."

Alya gave her friend an alarmed look. "The ax-throwing booth? Yeah, no kidding! I think I'll stand clear myself when you're there."

Marinette pouted.

It didn't take them long to find Nino and Adrien. Nino was laughing about something, and Adrien had a slight flush across his cheeks.

"Yo!" Nino called as Alya and Marinette joined them. "Adrien here was just telling me about the last time he came to the fair. Apparently he got his first-ever crush here."

"Oh?" Alya asked, perking up. "Do tell!"

Adrien just groaned and buried his face in his hands.

"And now he's gone all shy," Nino said with a laugh. "My dude was just telling me that he came here with his mom once when he was, like, six. He doesn't remember much of it, but apparently they spent a bit of time hanging out down by the knight and dragon rings, where he saw this vision in pink and sparkles and promptly fell in love."

"It was- she wasn't a vision," Adrien protested. "She was real. There was a girl around my age," he told Alya and Marinette. "Around my age at the time, I mean. And she completely trounced all of the 'evil' knights in that ring- she brought them to their knees, even- and then I followed her to the dragon ring, and she just charged in all fearlessly and brought it to its knees. I think my mom and I had been watching those rings for almost an hour, and she was the first one who won in both."

"While wearing a cloud of pink and sparkles with a equally sparkly pink mask on her face," Nino added. "That was really important, apparently."

"That's what I remember about her!"

"Funny you mention that, actually," Alya drawled, pulling her phone out of her pocket and pulling up one of the pictures that she had snapped a photo of earlier that morning while waiting for Marinette to get ready. She zoomed in on one side of the picture and held it up for them to see. "Is this you, Adrien?"

All three of her friends leaned in to see. On the screen, a blond six-year-old gazed at something off-screen, mouth open slightly and eyes wide in a clear look of adoration. Behind him, a younger Mrs. Agreste half-crouched next to her son.

"I- yeah, that's me," Adrien said, a small grin appearing on his face. "And my mom."

" And he's in love, all right," Nino added with a snort. "I recognize that dopey-eyed look. It hasn't changed a bit."

Adrien spluttered.

"And is this your dream girl?" Alya continued, zooming out so that they could see the girl in the foreground, black hair pulled back in pigtails and dressed from head to toe in pink. Pink flowers and sparkly silver vines formed a mask of sorts on her face, and the pink mid-shin princess dress sparkled in the light. She was beaming as she held up two medals.

"Yeah!" Adrien said at once, grinning as he leaned in to take a better look at the picture. "That's her! She's absolutely adorable. See, Nino, I wasn't exaggerating about the pink, was I? Or the sparkles?"

Nino laughed. "No, no you weren't. I can't believe you remembered that after so long."

Adrien gave the photo another fond glance. "Well, my mom liked reminding me about her. Apparently I talked about nothing else for a solid month after the fair. I did a couple drawings of her, too- I found one of them in a scrapbook that my mom did for me when I went looking yesterday after the akuma fight."

Nino grinned. "Were there hearts drawn all around her?"

Adrien's flaming cheeks were all the answer that they needed.

"Well, it's obvious that Adrien has a type," Nino added, clearly not done with teasing his friend. "Kick-ass, fierce, masked, with black hair and pigtails- he's just upgraded from pink to red."

"Nino," Adrien protested. "I do not have a type-"

"You totally have a type, dude." Nino was grinning. "Tell them the last bit!"

Alya's grin widened even more. "There's more?"

Adrien groaned, burying his face in his hands. His voice came out muffled as he talked. "I really, really wanted to go fight the knights and the dragon, too, so I could maybe impress her. My mom wouldn't let me, since she thought it would be too dangerous and that my father wouldn't approve. And then, a week later, I saw this ad about Mr. D'Argencourt's fencing school and, well…"

"You took up fencing just to impress a girl? At six years old? Man, Agreste, you were working to impress the ladies ages ago. You had game."

"One girl," Adrien muttered, as though that made any difference. He let out a huff. "But I didn't get to go back to the fair again until this year, so I didn't get to use my fencing skills at all for those contests. And fencing and swordfighting…. Well, fencing has a lot of rules. Swordfighting is more uninhibited." He glanced at Alya's picture again, and his eyes narrowed as another thought occurred to him. "Wait, Alya- where, exactly, did you find that picture?"

"Funny you ask!" Alya sent a delighted look at Marinette, who had been silent throughout the entire exchange and was turning steadily redder. "Do you by any chance recognize these people?"

With a practiced flick of her finger, Alya swiped to the next photo. On it, clear as day, Adrien's mystery crush sat between Mr. Dupain and Mrs. Cheng, defeated dragon slumped in the background. Her smile was huge as she clutched the heavy medals that sat in such contrast to the light pink.

"Oh, it's Marinette!" Nino exclaimed in delight. "I did not see that coming. Hey, Adrien, you've got another chance to impress your pink princess!"

Adrien looked stunned. "I- uh-"

"Marinette's parents were showing me their photo album from the fair while we waited for Marinette to get ready," Alya told them, impish grin spreading across her face. "I recognized Adrien's mom right away."

Marinette's face was starting to match her dress.

"And they were telling me about how Marinette took down the knights and the dragon," Alya continued. "She just mowed them down. Took out their kneecaps and then whacked them into submission."

"I still have the medals," Marinette admitted, her voice almost inaudible. "Mostly because they were cool."

"Okay, that settles it, bro," Nino said, the grin on his face mirroring Alya's as he nudged Adrien's shoulder with his own. "You gotta go try to do the fights. Just channel your inner Ladybug and go for it."

"I'm going to channel my inner superhero and try it," Alya chimed in. "Though I think I'll refrain from dressing up in a princess gown while I do it. I feel like it would get in the way."

Marinette managed a haughty sniff. "It only gets in the way if you let it get in the way."

"Yeah, well, pink and sparkles aren't my style."

Nino laughed. "Good, because if it were, you would be getting uncomfortably close to Adrien's type."

Adrien groaned. "Okay, seriously, I don't have a type."

"Are you sure, Agreste? 'Cause I'm pretty sure that you definitely do. Do we need to make a list listing everything that Little Marinette and Ladybug have in common?"

Marinette winced. "Okay, how about we don't?"

"Blue eyes, black hair, pigtails, a mask of sorts…" Nino started, and Alya nodded, picking up the list.

"Dressed in shades of pink-slash-red, pretty darn kickass, took down a dragon- that's a lot, isn't it?"

Adrien sighed as Nino and Alya stuck their heads together to keep brainstorming. Instead of arguing, Adrien offered an arm to Marinette.

"Should we start exploring and leave these two to scheme?" Adrien asked, sounding composed despite his red cheeks. "Did you have anywhere that you wanted to go?"

Marinette didn't even have to think about it. "The face-painting booth, for sure. And I was telling Alya that I wanted to do the ax-throwing booth earlier, but she laughed at me," she added, pouting in Alya's direction. "Some people have no faith in me."

Adrien grinned. "If want to try ax-throwing, then we'll try ax-throwing. Maybe you'll win another medal. And then d'you want to try the dragon again? I want to see how I measure up against the warrior princess."

Marinette beamed up at him. "Sure! I'm going to have to adjust my strategy, though. I'm not quite small enough to just hide behind my shield anymore."

"I want to do it in costume, too," Adrien decided "So we'll have to do a bit of shopping first. You look fabulous, by the way," he added, glancing over at Marinette's dress. "That's a gorgeous dress. Did you make it?"

Marinette flushed in pleasure. "Yeah! I really enjoyed getting to play with some elements that I don't get to use with normal, everyday designs. I'm really happy with how it turned out."

"It looks fantastic! I feel seriously underdressed next to you." Adrien flashed her a smile. "Maybe you can help me find a good outfit, too."

Marinette smiled, wrapping her hand more snugly around Adrien's arm. "I'd like that."

Fin

[rueren]

Greetings... lol... anyways can i please get some general asahi headcanons pls 😁

yes you can annonie, its always asahi hours 😌 i got carried away i hope u like it

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owns a bunny or guniea pig or some kind of small animal. they’re pretty calming for him once he gets over his fear of hurting them

but i also see him as really good with bigger animals too. like he’d have a field day with a large golden retriever because same energy whi wouldn’t have a field day w a big floofy pup

always has a hairband on his wrist. constantly. carries a few extra on him after kiyoko joined the team.

the way yachi got less nervous around him was because he offered her a hair tie one day while she was hitting stuff down in her notebook, while huffing the stray short strands that fell into her eyes. she looked up and he was holding out a light blue scrunchy and it was in that moment, she realized he wasn’t as big and scary as he looked on the court.

the type of person to always remember the smALLEST details for later reference. like oh “u don’t like dill pickles right? i didn’t put it in ur sandwich i put the sweet ones, here ” “how do u know that?“ “well you told me on thursday last week at like 11 am ish on our way to chem in the hallway, and that kid ran past and-“

has a ‘sleep’ playlist bc his anxiety kinda gets to him sometimes and it’s a bunch of slow songs/instrumental to help him sleep

i feel like he’s scared of kids, or more like scared of hurting or scaring kids but kids seem to love him

ESPECIALLY BABIES. they’re just so tiny and he hEARS the way he spikes a ball and just doesn’t wanna hurt them

all children love him once he smiles at them. he looks intimidating bc of his stature but once he smiles at them shyly and starts talking, they open up because he’s just so big and warm and optimum for cuddles.

i can just imagine a lil baby (can u imagine kiyoko and tanakas baby omfgg) being given to him and he’s like internally panicking and they grab his finger with their tiny hand and it barely wraps around it because they’re so tiny and he’s so big. and they’re tryna talk to him but it’s all gurgles n asahis just melting because how can you nOT. n he’s makin these funny faces n the kids just laughing but then just gets kinda sleepy and curls into asahis chest because warm and asahis just rocking them to sleep, humming some lullaby that’s just vibrating in his chest oMFG i’m melting

FRENCH BRAIDS. DUTCH BRAIDS. REGULAR BRAIDS. ANY BRAIDS. THATS IT

he wears little barrettes and bobby pins and shit at home

i feel like he would completely rock street wear but doesn’t bc he doesn’t want ppl to be more scared of him than they already are so he just sticks to rocking soft style

he 1000% designed kiyoko and yachis wedding dresses. it took a while of persuasion because he didn’t want to mess it up but they both insisted it be him

and if they wanted, he lets them model for him in spreads and such

gives his friends prototypes of clothes he makes and almost always designs clothes with one of his former teammates (+ coach + managers + teacher) in mind.

he’s really good at english for some reason. like in school he was really good at the literature they had to do in class

seako really likes him. he’s calmer than the rest of the group and although she loves noya to death and back, she really enjoys the times when asahi comes over, and she gives him loads of advice on a bunch of stuff

plays guitar but never infront of people. for his pets awh

[haikyuu-philia]

the world needs more noya content and ur an amazingly talented writer so: could u write a cute lil imagine for noya’s s/o seeing him with his hair down for the first time? he’s honestly such a cute lil crackhead and i love hair down noya content 😔💗

YES! SIMPLY YES! FEEL MY LOVE, ANON!

This was resting in my inbox way too long, but it was the perfect material for Noya's birthday and I decided to wait until that day.

Well, October 10th is in fact today, which is why I made it extra long :3

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NISHINOYA!!

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If Nishinoya's s/o saw him with his hair down for the first time!

-> Imagine for Nishinoya Yuu (best libero in the world and birthday kid!)

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A sheep. Or a turtle? No, a squirrel!

After a long day of school you were making your way through the streets in between the houses. Your eyes always went up a little to identify the next animal made of white clouds. But you didn't have a lot to see.

The sky was shining in a bright blue and for the first time in forever you had the feeling of summer, which was coming closer step by step. In a few weeks you would be able to change into your lighter uniform, instead of having to wear the thick blazer like today.

Once you even caught yourself while you were holding your breath to listen to the birds singing. Somewhere in the distance you could even hear the happy laughter of children.

And that was weird.

Normally a goofy ball of energy wouldn't stop talking to you for the whole time. Your goofy ball of sunshine.

Yesterday Nishinoya had been just fine. Maybe a little bit sniffling, but besides that completely fine. Emphasizing the had been.

The bag in your hand rustled with every step and without saying it out loud you checked that it really contained everything you had thought of earlier.

Pills to ease headaches, gummies for a sore throat, little cooling pads to put on the forehead, camomile tea and some of his favorite snacks.

You had decided carefully what you wanted to bring him with this care package. The reason was simple: If the cold was strong enough to keep him at home, it must be a quite strong one.

So you couldn't be prepared enough.

Well, nothing could have prepared you for the sight at the front door. An unusually tired looking Noya opened it, still wearing what you thought must be his pyjamas.

Before you catched more than short glance of him, you  leaned down to pull the notes from class out of your backpack that you had placed next to your feet.

"Hey! Why are you here? I mean, I missed you all day, but I'm not that -", he began to ask with a big grin.

Only to be interrupted by a cough that shook his whole body. Not that sick, of course.

Rolling your eyes you stood up to hand him everything that you had brought with you. He sounded like he should lay in bed and you definitely didn't want to stop him from doing so.

Therefore you hadn't even planed to enter his house.

"I'm here to provide you with everything you've missed and might need to get better soon!", you answered smiling.

Swinging the plastic bag in your hand you finally looked up again. And immediately stopped every movement of yours.

"OH MY GOD! NOYA! YOUR HAIR!", you whisper-screamed while starring at him.

You had heard myths. You had heard rumors. You had heard stories. But actually seeing it in its normal state made you gasp in awe. Like, it looked you soft!

The more you analysed it, the more you wanted to touch it. Not to mention that you noticed that he really seemed shorter with his hair down.

In a streak of fear that you might think of it as absolutely stupid, Nishinoya started to run his fingers through his hair. Between coughing and sniffling he tried his hardest to pull it up against gravity.

At the same time you giggled and giggled and giggled. Nearly so much that your own stomach started hurting.

"Tomorrow I will look as cool as ever! Don't worry about it, (Y/N)!"

As a response you cracked a little smile at him: "Tomorrow we will see, if you are feeling good enough to go to school again. I've brought some stuff and of course the notes from class."

Both hands filled with stuff you took one step into his direction. Once you were standing right in front of him, you offered what you had to give.

Finally he stopped fiddling around with his hair, which made it fall into his face again.

"Thanks, (Y/N)! You are the best person I could have asked for!" He exclaimed while reaching for the paper and the bag. "But you could have spared me the school things."

Now that your hands were empty there was no way in hell that you would skip this opportunity.

Placing one of them at the top of his head, you tousled his anyhow messy hair a little more. You shot him a warm smile: "Sorry, I just had to! I hope you are not mad at me."

A chuckled escaped from your mouth after you had pulled away your hand.

"I have to go now. Make sure to get better soon and rest properly!"

You wanted to kiss his forehead or his cheek so bad - On the other hand you didn't really want to get sick as well. So waving him goodbye had to be good enough for today.

As soon as Noya would recover, he would definitely hug you all the time to compensate the lost changes.

While you were turning around the corner, a quite flustered boy was left behind in the door. No one could tell whether his face was colored red from his fever or from the butterflies inside his stomach.

Shortly after this, he slammed the door shut, happy that nobody except for him was home to hear his outburst of feelings.

Despite his aching body and the endless urge to lay down somewhere, he dropped everything to jump around the house. In the meantime he let go of several exclaims of joy, like "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

Who would have thought that it only took a pat on the head to make him go silent and recharge his whole battery within seconds?

You couldn't deny that you felt a tiny bit disappointed when he came to school again two days later. His floofy hair was standing up in the air again and didn't look patable at all.

Well, let's just say that Noya made sure to present it naturally every now and then in the future. Maybe he even found pleasure in you braiding his hair during a movie night.

For now you continued living with the knowledge that your boyfriend spent more than five minutes in the bathroom for getting ready in the morning...

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Posted: October 10th | Requests: Open | Match-ups: Closed

[wildmomodoesart]

OCtober Day 1

OCtober Day 1- Beginnings

Warnings: None. Eventual romance. Slow burn

A/N: I haven’t written fanfiction in years. But I roleplay almost daily so hopefully that helps. This is to flush out my newest OC, Samantha. Also, it’s not edited because I dont have a real word pad.

It was still so early the sun hadn't peeked out of the sky yet. Yet here she was, taking in the cold New York morning air in deep even breaths. The sound of her tennis shoes hitting the pavement, along with the sound of little taps of her running companion, echoed on the near empty streets. She could feel her braid beat against her back softly with every step as she continued her early morning run with her rescued doberman, Duke. 

Samantha, Sam for short, always woke up early enough to take Duke out on her morning runs with her before work, that is if he wasn't being lazy.  Sam is a personal trainer for actors who need to prepare for huge block buster movie roles. Ever since she was little, she would hang out at her grandfather's gym and she was hooked ever since. Many times, the patrons would help teach her how to lift properly, how to protect herself if the situation ever called for it and she turned that into her profession. 

That being said, Sam was not  petite in the slightest. She had a very athletic build, small chest, and toned muscles all over. Being part Hispanic, she had tan skin and thick long dark hair that she normally tied up in a braid or two. She did have dark blue eyes, thanks to her father's genes, and one little beauty mark that kissed her left cheek.

It was early January, so to say it was cold would have been an understatement. However, she wore her thick leggings, breathable sports jacket and some fingerless gloves. The very tip of her nose was starting to get red, but she was on the home stretch. As soon as she turned this block she would only have to go about a third of a mile before she would be at her building. 

However when she looked up, having glanced down to check on how Duke was holding up, she saw something she hadn't expected. A little ways down the way, was a man, dressed in what looked like grey joggers and a black hoodie with the hood up and a beanie. Honestly, the man looked like the normal new yorker hobo with his floofy beard and crouched down stance. At this point, Duke switched the side he was running along, unprompted, to put some distance between the man and his mother. It was a silent thing Sam always appreciated about the doberman.

Before she could cross the street to give them both some space away from the hobo, Sam noticed it. There was a small grey looking dog near him. The dogs face was box-y, almost round, and she instantly recognized the breed. It was a little pitbull. And by the looks of it, it was still very unsure about the man who was holding out a mcdonalds cheeseburger. The scene caused her to slow her pace down, her own dog mirroring the motion, though his ears perked up even higher at the sight of the potential new friend. The other pair looked over at them, this gave the small pitbull the opportunity to take the burger from the man's hand and cower back a bit more.

The look on the man's face was... tender almost. They were close enough that she could hear his gruff voice whisper a 'shit' and 'its okay mama, its okay' before he turned to look back up at her and her dog. Snapping her fingers, Duke sat on command and Sam ordered him to stay put as she approached slowly.

"Is she yours?" She asked softly, keeping her distance so not to scare the dog away.

"Mm? No. Found her." He said simply as he looked her over a bit before he backed up a bit and stood, going to the bench close by to get another yellow wrapped burger. "Trying to bribe her. I've seen her around here for a few days now. Thinkin' she was a bait dog..."

Whatever feelings of normal dread Sam had felt at this stranger, who was surprisingly awake at this unusual hour, disappeared almost instantly. Though she did have her reserves. God forbid he was someone who was going to use her to fight or breed.

"Didn't want to call animal control. They'd probably just put her down, you know?" He said as he sighed as he reached into the bag and turned his attention back to the pit who was finishing up the burger and wagging her tail slightly. Definitely seemed like a good guy. Sam shifted, her breath and heart rate finally beginning it's decline. Looking him over she noticed he didn't have anything on him, only the bag of burgers.

"You need a hand?" She asked gently.

"Nah. 'm okay. Just got the one burger left..." He said not wanting to come off as wanting to get rid of her, but definitely wanting to have his focus on the pit bull in front of them.

"I mean, once you get her. Here. You can hold onto this." Sam held out the red leash she always held. More often than not, she would keep Duke off the leash, it being so early usually that he never wandered off or got distracted by other people. "I have a few spares at home."

Nodding towards her building that was close, Frank looked from it to her hand and then up to her blue eyes. Swallowing thickly, he took the leash and murmured a thank you. The grey pitbull began to sniff the ground around her before she began to inch closer and closer to them both. Her cold nose was close to Sam. 

This of course made Duke whine a bit. He wanted to be friends with the stray too! The pitbull's head perked up a bit but she didn't go near the doberman, instead she went back to sniffing the ground  and looked upwards towards the bearded man. Burger spotted, she licked her chops and looked at him with the most beautiful brown eyes.

"Hey there, mama." The man cooed in a soft voice and began to unwrap the burger. Breaking it into pieces, he dropped some and began to loop the leash into a makeshift collar and leash combo. 

His hand made a connection and it was almost as if the dog realized how good he was. She was wiggling her bottom so much she had to sit down and leaned on his leg as she did so, eating up the bits of burger on the floor. Sam's face held a bright grin as the man seemed to get as excited as the dog about the progress.

Soon the leash was looped around her neck and he let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. Looking up at her,  his brows knitted a bit before spoke.

"Thank you...again... I uh... I can give this back to you when..."

"Tomorrow. Same time." Sam said looking at him seriously. "I’ll want to know how she's doing."

"Alright."

"I'm Sam." She held out her hand to him.

"Pete." Cautiously as he took her hand and shook it. She had a nice firm grip. "Pete Castiglione."

"Nice to meet you Pete. I'll see you tomorrow then." Sam let go of his hand, and began to walk backwards to her very anxious dog. "Take care of her. Or else I'll have the whole city looking for you." She winked at him, but there was a bit of something in her voice that told him that she was serious.

Oh boy.

[evilsnowswan]

Summary: [Rumbelle Mermaid!AU] based on this prompt by repeatinglitanies: “In a world where people are aware of the existence of mermaids, Belle is a mermaid who lives in the world’s largest aquarium along with other sea creatures. She enjoys looking at the little humans who come to visit, especially a floofy haired boy who comes every week with his father….” An injured Belle is captured and brought to Gold and Milah’s aquarium. Gold is a marine biologist dedicated to protecting the creatures there, Milah wants to turn a profit, and their son has his own ideas about how to befriend a mermaid.

Rating: G/Teen Link to full story: [Read on AO3] Previous Chapters: [Coverart][Chapter 1][Chapter 2][Chapter 3][Chapter 4][Chapter 5][Chapter 6][Chapter 7][Chapter 8][Chapter 9][Chapter 10][Chapter 11][Chapter 12][Chapter 13][Chapter 14][Chapter 15][Chapter 16]

Current Chapter: 17/? Chapter Summary: Milah's back - and she's on a mission.

Chapter 17

The apartment was a mess; the books were a mess. Admittedly, the latter less so than she had anticipated, which was nice. Unlike her husband, Killian still tried.

Murchadh had no reason to try and impress her anymore.

Well, he’d surprised her, stunned her even, she had to give him that. Just as the messy kitchen, his obsession with the creature shouldn’t have come as a surprise exactly, but the extent of it had still rendered her speechless.

“She responded well to the aloe?” Milah looked up from her half-finished Southern Cobb salad and smiled at her husband. “I’m glad.” She watched him lower his fork, mashed potato and sauce dripping onto his plate. He closed his mouth and swallowed.

“Uh, yes. Very… well.” His eyes narrowed, but only by a fraction.

“How nice.” She dabbed at the corners of her smile with her napkin. “Who would have thought mermaids got sunburn?!” She turned to Baelfire. “That’s why we always put on sunscreen at the pool, Baelfire.”

Baelfire rolled his eyes as he took a big gulp of his soda. She didn’t normally allow soft drinks in the house, let alone at the dinner table, but, as this was their first proper night home and the last weekend of Baelfire’s summer break, she had made the exception. She wouldn’t, however, let him forget his manners.

Murchadh beat her to it.

“Bae!” He put his fork and knife down and leaned closer to look directly at their son. “Don’t be rude to your mother, my boy.”

She almost felt proud of him then – before he ruined the effect with a push-over smile. He was such a softie.

“Sorry.” Baelfire sat back in his chair, looking everything but. Tanned and freckle-faced, he fought back that cheeky grin she loved so much. For once, his goofy ears weren’t red from nerves or anxiety, but from being a regular little boy on his summer vacation. She would take all the ripped jeans, grass stains, and busted lips – and even tolerate a little backtalk every now and then – if it meant her little man finally acted like one.

“Baelfire, please sit up straight and finish your dinner,” she said.

The boy huffed before stuffing a forkful of potato in his mouth. He finished chewing his food in silence, then pushed away his plate. “I’m full.” Catching her eye, he quickly added, “May I be excused?”

She and Murchadh shared a look across the table.

“You may. But please, play in your room quietly.”

“But –, Can’t I–?”

“You heard your mother.”

What had gotten into Murchadh tonight? Whatever it was, Milah decided she liked it.

“Fine.” With a sigh, Baelfire got up and carried his plate to the sink. Stepping on the stepping stool, he washed his hands and dried them. “Can I go play Star Wars?”

Murchadh’s eyebrows shot up, his fork frozen halfway to his mouth. He looked so baffled and confused, it made her laugh. She quickly stifled her amusement to a cough and hid it behind her hand. “Alright, Baelfire, but only fifteen minutes. And please, brush your teeth and put on your pajamas first.”

“Okay.” He hopped off and dashed out of the room, hollering “Will you come and tuck me in, Papa?,” back over his shoulder.

“A gift from his grandmother.” Milah took a sip of her wine and crossed her legs under the table. “All the boys are playing it now.”

“Uh-huh.”

“He had a lot of fun, you know?” She set her glass down, ran a finger along the rim. “His butterfly is getting better. He’s got great wingspan and power for his age, Murchadh. Maybe, once school starts over in town, swim team tryouts might not be such a bad idea. It’ll be good for him. What do you think?”

He liked when she asked his opinion. She hadn’t done that in a long time. Judging by the creases on his forehead, it seemed to confuse him even more than the casual mention of Star Wars in their kitchen.

She blinked, played with an earring.

“Well, if… if that’s what Bae wants, yes. I mean, if he would like to do it… sure.” He let out a breath.

 “I agree.” She wet her lips. They tasted like wine, the fresh and fruity a clean counterpoint to her salad’s earthy, smoky flavors. “We could ask him tomorrow?”

He shoveled more potato into his mouth, taking his good time to chew. “Fine with me.”

Well, this wasn’t going as smoothly as she had hoped, but he’d always been slow that way. She would have to give him some more time– to adjust, to warm up to the changes ahead.

“So,” She poured herself another glass. When she gestured to refill his, he covered it and shook his head. He wasn’t big on booze. Not anymore. She set the bottle down and smiled, leaving her own drink untouched as she leaned forward, moving her plate and resting her arms on the table. “Has Dr. Whale set up a follow-up appointment yet?”

“Erm, no, actually. He… he’s still looking for… erm, asking around, I guess.”

“It has been weeks though, hasn’t it?” She rested her chin on her hand, eyeing him. “He’s usually more invested.” She took care to add a pinch of concern. “That’s not… like Whale, is it?” Marriage was like cooking. You just had to know what to add when, and how much salt was too much. As long as you used what the recipe called for and had good intuition about the rest, the dish would come out perfect.

“It’s complicated. She’s… her anatomy is different.” He put his knife and fork down for good, folded his napkin and left it next to his plate.

“Really? Different how?”

Hook, line, and sinker. He considered her, but she had already won. She could see it in the way his body language changed. He no longer slouched in his seat, but sat up with his back straight, his shoulders back, and head up when he met her gaze.

“You– you remember the Legend of the Treaty?”

“Yes, of course.” She did not. Something about mermaids… or sirens, sinking ships, some fish gore? That might have been another one. Or a weird movie one sleepless night too many. “I heard it often enough.” She touched his arm and laughed. “What about it?”

His eyes lit up. So much like Bae’s – when she let him have a rare Apollo Bar or brought home a new book on marine life. “You remember how the story described mermaids as having a kindred connection with... with dolphins and humans alike? How they were somehow both and neither? It’s like that.”

“Oh, how so?”

“She’s… human-looking, at least on the outside, but her spine’s... more like a dolphin’s. You know, both and neither, Ocean Ambassador to Land, that sort of thing. It’s fascinating!” Hands steepled, he braided and unbraided his fingers over his plate. “But it’s also the problem. Her spine… it leaves her vulnerable.”

“If this is about Gus Gaston again… I said I was sorry.” She didn’t raise her voice even though she wanted to. Now was not the time to fight. “It… she might have hurt the children, Murchadh. Wounded animals–”

He raised a hand to silence her and, for once, she let him. If mother had taught her one thing it was when to bite her tongue. “No, no, Milah! It’s not about that. Though the situation could have been handled better.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, shook his head like a wet dog. “What’s done is done. The infection would have spread further and… what I’m concerned about right now is that, in the healing process, she’s… changed her swimming and... it’s taken its toll on her body. If– If we don’t fix this, she might die.”

The death of the mermaid would ruin everything. It would be their undoing. It would cost their son his future. She wouldn’t let that happen.

His eyes were wide and worry-filled. He looked at her like he’d done so many times before, lost, and desperate for comfort and guidance; desperate for someone to take the lead and row the boat away from the dangerous coastline into safe waters.

She reached for Murchadh’s hands. “What do we have to do?”

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He couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t so much that he’d expected to spend the night in his study or on the sofa, and instead found himself in the Master bedroom, sleeping next to his wife for the first night in what felt like forever. As he lay on his back staring at the ceiling and listening to her sleep, Gold marveled at the strange turn his day had taken, wondering what had prompted Milah’s sudden change of heart.

Ever since she and Bae had returned from Montgomery Manor, Milah was nothing but understanding and supportive. She even showed an interest in his work. Something she hadn’t done in years.

He rolled over and studied her face. Her eyes were closed, her jaw relaxed, her lips their natural shade and slightly parted. She had taken her time combing out her curls at the vanity and left them down for bed, the soft waves fanning out around her like dancing corals in a warm current. She looked so much younger; so much more like the girl he’d admired from afar every day one summer; the girl who bravely braced any wave; the girl he’d fallen in love with.

With a shaky breath, he touched her cheek, brushed a curl behind her ear. She smelled soft and powdery, a whiff of coconut filling the dark space between them. “What are you thinking, Milah?”

While he didn’t get an answer in so many words, he got one over the next few days.

Milah’s positive attitude was unwavering, her newfound enthusiasm and dedication heartwarming. She had borrowed some of the books from his study, the old tomes and scrolls he’d inherited from his aunties, reading up on all the myths and legends.

More often than not, long after they had tucked in Bae for the night, he would find his wife in her office upstairs, pouring over ancient scribbles, runes, and stories; squinting at fading ink and scrutinizing every picture and drawing in the harsh light from her computer and desk lamp; her reading glasses pushed up on her head, her curls wild, and eyes pink from exhaustion, looking for a clue; looking for anything that might help them save Indigo.

Sometimes, during the day, he would walk in to find her sprawled out on the living room floor in her work clothes with her heels kicked off and set aside, in the middle of a heated debate on mermaid or marine mammal physique and behavior with Bae; open books, notepads, and pens strewn all across the once pristine carpets as they put forward opposing arguments to argue for their respective viewpoints like members of debate teams during a competition.

He still wasn’t sure what had brought the change in her about, but he felt himself warming up to it– and to her– more and more with every passing day. Perhaps their son had finally gotten through to his mother during their time away. Whatever the reason behind it, it had brought them closer as a family and Gold felt grateful for that. More than anything, he wanted his son to grow up loved and happy, and to give him the best childhood he possibly could.

Since their return, they had spent more time together, both he and Milah making sure to plan their work around important things like family dinners and weekend trips. Those had become more frequent again recently. Just like when Bae was little. They went to the beach, visited the ship museum in Piper’s Cove, took Bae and his friend Emma Nolan to the movies. Milah had met up with Mrs. Nolan a couple of times to talk about the school in town, set up meetings with the principal and the swim coach.

Overall, things were looking up. The only damper on his mood was that they still hadn’t found a solution to Indigo’s problem.

“Coming to bed?” He stood in the door, watching Milah copy down something from an open book in front of her and cross-checking whatever it was in another. Eyes fixed on the page, jaw set, and pen poised like a steak knife, she hadn’t heard a single word or noticed his presence. On her desk, the sandwiches he’d brought her for dinner sat untouched on their plate; the tea cold in the teapot beside it. “Milah?”

She looked up briefly, her mind occupied and far away. He’d always admired this about her – her grit and determination, and strong work ethic. Once Milah set her mind on getting a job done, there was no stopping her. She wouldn’t rest until she had accomplished her goal. It was the competitive swimmer in her, she said.

“Your dinner is getting cold,” he jested, stepping into her office and indicating the abandoned tray. “It’s past midnight. Come to bed?”

She frowned at her notes, possibly clinging to her train of thought by the handrail. “In a minute. I just– come look at this!”

“One look, and then you’ll let me fix you a warm milk.” He moved behind her chair, kneading her shoulders as he leaned over to see what she’d been working on. “Eviction notice for the resident workaholic. Effective immediately.”

He recognized the pages she’d worked on. All different versions of the merpeople creation story. She’d copied down some paragraphs, highlighted sections here and there, and crossed out some words. Or maybe she had meant to underline them. Milah was a steam engine when fired up, her mind outracing her body.

“We can pick this up tomorrow.”

She gave in to his touch, rolling her shoulders under his hands as though to help and sighing as he carefully worked out the knots and massaged away the tension. “Okay. Fine. …How about you spice up that milk a little? I could use a nightcap.”

“Some honey for my bee?”

“Murchadh.”

“Alright, alright. Just joking.” He gave her shoulders one last squeeze. “I’ll be right back. You close those books and shut that machine down.” He nodded at her laptop. It glared at him reproachfully; hard blue light and blinking cursor. She had looked up someone, begun writing them a message. “Who is… The Mills Foundation?”

“People who might know how to help.” She closed the laptop and rolled her neck. “Maybe.”

“That’s great.” He pressed a kiss to her curls. “Thank you.”

“I need a better chair.” She stood, bookmarked her place in four books and one scroll with yellow post-it strips, and took his hand to lead him out of the room. “This one’s killing my back.”

“We’ll get you one tomorrow.” He grinned. “Or maybe a Stability Ball.”

“Absolutely not. I hate those things.”

“I know you do, Manatee.” He smirked. “A new lamp then. You’re ruining your eyes.”

“A new lamp I can live with,” she said, sinking down on the kitchen bench, taking Bae’s usual spot at the table. Their boy was at a sleepover at the Nolan’s house. “The black one is rubbish.” She rubbed her eyes. “And ugly.”

“Your mother gave you that lamp for Christmas.” He got out a pot, milk, and honey, and set them on the counter; then took her favorite mug from the sink and rinsed it. Bae had decorated it for Mother’s Day: a large, wonky heart and schools of colorful fish dancing all around it, having the time of their lives. The heart read ‘I love you, Mummy! – From Bae’ in Bae’s best handwriting.

“I know.”

They both laughed.