#scattterday

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Can i request Ruelle, Piama and MC baking something with the kids? You know MC is a terrible cook but maybe with the help of her family🤣

“Llewellyn! What are you doing? Please, put down the whisk!” 

Ruelle chuckled at the look of horror on poor Piama’s face. Their wife and beautiful queen covered in flour as she pulled out what looked like her sixth tray of burnt cookies. The queen only sighed, placing the tray down on the counter.

“What is that smell? Is the palace on fire?!” Young Asther asked, running into kitchen after their Mothers. 

“Heh, no. That’s just the smell of a Mother’s love.” 

“It’s not funny, Ruelle! She could have-!”

“Piama, I am quite capable of baking a few cookies without the queen’s guard watching over me.” Llewellyn replied, looking slightly perturbed - flour covering the freckles that decorated the soft skin of her face. 

Ruelle held up a completely charred cookie, laughing. “I believe this cookie would say otherwise, my queen.” 

“Fine.. laugh at my suffering, then.” Llewellyn replied, rolling her eyes as her other two children entered the room looking just as horrified. 

“I thought we weren’t going to let her cook anymore.” Lylia said, leaning in to whisper to Piama. 

“I can hear you, you know.” 

Lylia blushed slightly with embarrassment under the stern gaze of the queen. 

“Sorry, Mama.. but well… the last time Willowyn almost choked on one of your fruit tarts.”

“Ugh! Don’t remind me! That day was the worst!” Willowyn chimed in, scrunching her nose at the burnt pastries in front of her. 

“Pfff... I’m the one that had to listen to you complain all night.” Asther replied, narrowing their eyes as their twin who only stuck out her tongue in response. 

Llewellyn sighed, setting the whisk down on the large wooden table. “I’ve been so busy with all these extra council meetings lately..  I just wanted to do something nice.” 

‘Well, how about we help you then, Mama?” Lylia asked, moving swiftly to start a new batch of dough for the cookies.

“Yes! Let us help!” Willowyn exclaimed excitedly.

“Fine, I’ll help too.. but only if I get to lick the batter.” Asther added, crossing their arms.

“I think helping Mama would be a lovely idea.. What do you say, Ruelle?” 

Piama traced her fingers affectionately down Ruelles arm, smiling at her warmly.

“Heh.. fine. At least then we’ll end up with something edible.” 

She smirked at the queen who rolled her eyes in response, utterly unamused. 

“Ha, ha… very funny.“ 

“Why, thank you, my queen.” Ruelle replied smugly, placing a soft kiss to Llewellyn’s cheek. 

She rolled her eyes again, smiling underneath her faux annoyance. A warm feeling spilling over her as she watched her family swiftly move into action. Lylia handled whisking the dough as the twins fought over who got to place the cookies on the tray. Piama’s trained fingers meticulously slicing up fruit for the tarts with ease as Ruelle stationed herself at the ovens. 

“Well, I must admit.. Baking is definitely a lot funner this way.” Llewellyn laughed, earning bright smiles from all of her children. 

“That’s what families are for, Mama!” Willowynn exclaimed, frowning slightly as Asther threw a handful of flour, barely missing her. ”This is my favorite dress, Asther!” 

“That sounds like a ‘you’ problem, dear sister.” They replied, smirking deviously.

The three mothers only laughed, each sharing an affectionate glance before going back to the task at hand. The sounds of laughter and joy filling the warm air of the kitchen long after the hours of lunch and dinners had passed. Smells of cinnamon and sugared fruit wafting through the castle hallways with each tray that slid out of the oven. Llewellyn couldn’t help but smile, watching the five people she loved more than anything in the world come together in such a beautiful way. Taking a bite out of a freshly baked fruit tart, she sighed in content.

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Lavina angst, possibly a first kiss.

Written by @evoedbd

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The world was so beautiful, an eerily inviting realm of winter.  A wonderland of gentle whites and a blurred kaleidoscope of blues. She was ascending the mountain, seeking something so dear to her heart, but what was it?  She knew not, only that she had to continue.  Climbing. Seeking.  She had come so far… how did she know that?  Why was everything so distant?  Why did this feel so heavy, despite the soothing light?

Around her, the mountains rose, shielding her from the weather. In places, sheets of ice had frozen between the crevices, forming a natural, iridescent glass ceiling.  The sun gently beat down, trickling through places where the snows did not fall as thickly, illuminating the world in mellow hues of distorted whites and indistinct blues.  The natural passage led deeper into something akin to a hallway, smooth rock covered in a welcoming blanket of snow.  The wild growth broke through, tufts of evergreen and twisted roots reaching from within the rocks, some growing boldly where the overhangs prevented the snow from falling.    Enchanted, Lee walked, daring to place her foot into the swirling mix of mist and snow filling the passageway, dared to ascend nature’s staircase.   The magic lapped at her ankles, caressing her skin.  It was so familiar, the touch of a lover her mind had lost but her body cried for, a touch given for no other reason than the need to be felt.  Even the gentle touch of snowflakes seemed to welcome her, a teasing brush of a breeze against her outstretched fingertips chasing away a few wayward flakes.  Something that made her smile, for although those moments were taken from her touch, more fell into her waiting hands.  They kissed her cheeks, teased the ends of her wild hair, fell, a comforting weight upon her lithe shoulders.

Stone became ice, mellow greys turning into crystalline blues. They shone, reflecting the trickle of sunlight, casting the world in a twilight of prismatic splendor.  Lee found herself entranced by the way the ice seemed to glow, almost as if the layers had formed around the moon on the clearest night.  The illuminated ice cast the world in a winter blue haze, a surreal filter across the whimsical rise of smoke from the floors.   Smoke Lee continued into, letting it guide her from the mouth of a cavern into the pristine clearing. The thick layers of firs and pines wove together, obscuring all but a single archway leading deeper.  Her eyes danced across the marblesque detailing, feasting upon the decorative angel wings curving around the pillars, forming the archway.  Ice dripped from it, each glistening and twinkling in a manner reminiscent of the fairy lights in her room. A gateway missing gates to warn those away from the beauty lingering within.  A wild, untamed beauty that set Lee’s heart racing.  Within, every hallway was reflected, the world a tangle of mirrors and glass, cracked and frozen over.  Some smaller, less decadent archways within appeared empty, the mirrored walls shattered by fallen branches carried on howling winds.  Winds screaming their warnings even as the nature of temptation tightened a fist to silence them.

It wasn’t real… It held that dreamy softness, that discreet blurring whenever she tried to focus too keenly on any single detail, on any clue to where she had found herself. Lee knew the moment she blinked that the world she was experiencing was nothing save a dream.  That the snowflakes kissing her lashes so sweetly would never freeze her eyes shut, no matter how their kiss turned sinister might feel.  The flush to her cheeks, turning her nose bright, would never see her skin pale as the cold stole the last of her life.   At least, until she heard them. Then she went whiter than the snows.

Lavinia’s howls echoed on the whisper of mourning winds.  Her wailing tapered off in the soft whoosh of the breeze, almost melodic in their tragic beauty.  The lone cry of a hawk through the eternal forest. She cried, a banshee singing for the death of her heart, even as it rested safely beyond her reach. A wolf’s howl left unanswered, begging for a response from someone.  Anybody.  Ezra.  Even the response of a beast might have eased her agony.  Alas, she was left wanting, forever searching for what she could never have.   Not that Lee didn’t try to answer.  She desperately screamed in return, trying to push her voice past the brink of the winds… but how could her whispery croak overcome such a song?  All Lee could do was stumble blindly through the branches, clawing at every twig as if she could drag herself to Lavinia’s side if she could just find the right one.   Snap.  Snap.  Snap.  Desperate grab after desperate grab.  Failure after failure, leaving Lee’s teeth gnashing together more wildly than the wolf Lavinia’s cries embodied.  She was slipping, sliding, clawing at the walls, fingers buried in snows so cold that she could feel her skin burning away from her bones.  She clawed onwards into the maze.

“Lavinia!” Lee cried, calling out again and again, desperate to bring the wailing to an end.   The wind caught her cry, twisting it around her, mocking her as she staggered further into the maze. She didn’t know how long she ran, how many corners she turned, only that the air thickened in her screaming lungs, closed around her throat until she was left gasping for breath.  The maze closed in, looming and cloying, as if the walls might fall and crush her. She staggered once more; hand extended to break her fall.  She collided with the wall, palm blistering at the cold, ears tortured by the innocence of a melodic, twinkling crack.  The ice squeaked, filling the air with a sparkly sound, complete with the delicate snow brushing the melted handprint left upon the glass.  Lee finally stopped, her breath fogging the air before her as she stared into the depths of the mirror she had just laid hands upon.   Her second hand came to the stonework supporting the glass, curled around the rippled curve of the gorgeously carved marble, reminiscent of an ancient roman pillar.  Darkness stared back, a landscape of grey lighting and white snows, falling ever silently as her silver eyes desperately sought blue.  She missed it.  Saying she missed blue was so much simpler than saying missed Lavinia.   The air had fallen silent along with her cries, a decadent, deadly diminuendo.  Only her breaths echoed in the lingering silence, the cloying sense of dread as she gasped out a soft question.

“Where are you?” she begged, voice haggard by despondent gulps.  Her throat was so hot, thick and viscus sitting against her vocal cords, dripping into her chest like pus from an infected wound as she burned.  Swallowing, she let her forehead fall to the ice, nestled against the mirror, as if she could soothe their matching torments.

“Please…” she whispered, silver eyes squeezing shut as the first tears touched her cheeks.

“Pathetic.  You’re still so afraid of looking like the bad guy. Like you failed.” The voice was regal.  Sharp. A blade seeking every vital organ, as if it could slip between the plating of Lee’s mental armor.  The girl fell, as if thrown back from the mirror she was resting against, pushed into the deepening snows.  Snow caught her, cushioning the impact, falling across her lap like an inviting blanket, or perhaps a wayward cat demanding affection.  Lee shook it off, rising to her feet in a rush.

“Lavinia?” she called, shaking the powder from her hair, blinking it from her lashes.   She saw her, there for a single blink, just on the other side of the mirror.  A glimmer of ice blue eyes filled with that gentle chill, a calming warmth.

“You’re a coward Lee. You always will be.” Lavinia continued, gone from the mirror.  Lee looked around frantically, trying to sweep a hand through the thickening storm.  There! A flash of blue that stood out against the maze.  Lee ran, chasing, staggering.  A wall.  A dead end?  No, there was a corner.  A whisper of white.  Lee caught her breath, taking one deep gulp of air before she rounded corner, brows furrowed. A storm of irritation and relief, too much for any one body to contain.  She barely took note of the white cloak, only that the figure before her was within her reach.  Lee descended on Lavinia, extending her hand to…

“You’ve got some nerve, calling me the coward when you’re the one running…”

Nothing.  Her hand came away, filled with nothing save the falling snowflakes, as if she’d simply dusted off the abandoned mantle place.  She’d brushed a dream, kissed an illusion with her longing fingertips, only for dismay to sink into the lowest points of her gut.   She blinked, staring, processing even as her mouth continued tumbling onwards.

“…into a Narnia rip-off.  Where are we?”

The figure remained for a blink, an echo in time.  Lee watched the figure turn to her, a face without detail somehow contorted in pain.  Then, just as an echo might if given form, it turned, plunging into the maze.  A stride.  Two.  Three. Each stride saw the figure begin to dematerialise, melting snowflakes and a ghastly mist pried apart upon the breeze.  Lee gasped, as if such a frail, mortal gesture might still her agonised heart.  Gone.  Nothing but an echo in a labyrinth of loneliness.  Had that once been Lavinia?  Had the Ice Queen once walked this passage, looking back as if waiting for somebody, anybody to find her worth following? Waiting for somebody to see beyond the lies spread and her intimidating magic and want her?  Value her for more than the uprising she could lead.   When had the innocent girl ceased to be?  When had Lavinia died to become the Snow Queen?

“Nowhere of your world.  Turn back.  Listen to your fears.” Lavinia’s icy voice instructed, a note of sorrow turning the air cooler.   Lee shuddered.  What could she do but obey?  But lay her fears out for all to read across her pained face.  What if she was too late?  What if Lavinia was trapped forever? How could she make herself leave Lavinia here when a world without Lavinia was more terrifying than anything Lee could imagine?  Another deep, pained breath.  How many times had Lavinia looked back?  How many times had that been a gesture of hope, instead of suspicion?  How many times had she given someone a chance to prove her wrong, to prove she was more than the false tales tarnishing her innocence, only to find a knife poised there?  To find herself alone.  How could Lee be another one of those people to let Lavinia go?  Let Lavinia bear the weight of another’s perversions alone?  How could she be so heartless?  So… Cruel.

“No way.” Lee declared.  She wouldn’t be.  Couldn’t be.  Obeying Lavinia’s command, Lee still found herself stalking deeper into the maze, eyes peeled for a sign.  The snow never crunched, as if Lee touched it as a ghost, leaving no footprints, no trace.  Nothing to follow.

“Not without you.

Lavinia’s frustration was palpable. World defining.  As her guttural snarl ripped through the air, the maze itself seethed. A warning. Lee was struck by the song of cracking ice ringing like the draw a blade all around her, a prelude to the dangers to come.  She barely had time to swallow before the storm struck.  Branches fell.  The wind shrieked. So did Lee, ducking and weaving through the falling debris. Sheets of ice crashed to the stone, dragging shattered glass from archways, staining the snow with glimmering reflections, stubborn stars twinkling through the smog of a city on a cloudy night.

“Is there nowhere I can escape you?” Lavinia’s angry growl took form on the icy winds.  Wolves charging through the destruction, rounding every corner, hungry and seeking.  Lee ran, arms raised to shield herself from the destruction. Her movements caught within the shards of glass, each a glimmer of starlight reflecting beautiful golds into the cool of the descending night.  Dispelling the wolves.  A glimpse.  A tease.  A whisper.  All merely broken reflections, each teasing the edge of Lee’s memory, throbbing in her temples.  As if circling an invisible threshold, waiting for it to weaken.  Much like the icy illusions dogging Lee through the maze.

“I’m not letting you go. Its ok, Lavinia, I’m here. You don’t have to do this alone. We can figure this out! I can-”

“Be the hero? Yes, that’s what the good girl has to do, isn’t it? Never give up. Stay true of heart and pure of soul.” Lavinia’s laughter echoed, cruel and defiant, answered by the burdened groans of the trees, by the whispering cry on the winds.  Betrayed, the Queen found herself, by her own ensnarement.

The walls came alive, their deceptive mirages forever luring Lee deeper.  Pivoting on her heels, chasing figments of unformed, half recognised desires.  Magical allure, coming to a silent war with the gleam of mirrors.  Ice was bare, then it was filled.  The world was bright and crystalline, then dusky, a foreboding midnight descending.  Through it all, Lee chased Lavina.  The Queen’s visage appeared behind walls, teasing to the edge of those revealing mirrors. Phantom and apparition, illusion and echo. Delicate hands reaching for Lee, icy fingers teasing the base of her hair with playful, longing breezes.  Beckoning.  Calling.  Even as the most bitter of words fell from her stained lips, mocking, saccharine.

“It’s hilarious, I’d laugh if it wasn’t so sad. Do you honestly think YOU can save me, Lee? Do you think love is enough to still my hand when you hold my stolen heart? That I will be stayed by a gentle word when my entire being demands to be whole? What do you want? To hold my hand and tell me my fears will not come to pass? Are you so foolish to believe you could defeat me? The Ice Queen?”

“You can’t hide forever! Just stop with the damn mirrors!” Lee exploded, her frustration escalating into an infuriated cry to the maze.  She lashed out; fist driven into the walls of ice.  Semi opaque became cloudy, filled with fissures of white, fissures which became chasms beneath the serene surface.  A surface tinged with a glorious maroon, garnet and scarlet trickling into ruby, rose and blush.

“Please… just come talk to me?”

Lee’s soft voice seemed to sooth the maze.  The singing ice gave finishing twinkle, the pained groans of the ancient firs echoed for only a final solitary moment, then even the winds fell silent.  A world of dark beauty and bated breath, a suspended moment where only Lavinia’s election could start time.  Snow ceased to fall, hovering like fireflies across a fine painting, the world a canvas, an array of possibility.

“It shall be your grave.” Lavinia’s gentle melancholy was the breath needed to change the scene.  A soft blow across black paint upon an ocean of white.  It rippled, bending and twisting as Lee stepped forwards, hand extending towards the beautiful darkness.  The spec of hope disguised as despair.

It spread, molten molasses across the maze, melting into a mirrored surface.  An eternal reflection that continued to devour, rippling, a pool lapping like a loyal hound at Lee’s feet.  An ocean for the girl to drown in, if she so dared.   Of course, Lee dared.  So daring was she that this was a blessing, instead of a funeral.

“Very well. Come then.” The Queen steeled herself, a universal cringe rolling through reality the moment Lee’s fingers brushed that orb of darkness.  How could there be any hope to find here?  Any beauty within the madness?  No, it would be as Lavinia declared.  A grave.  The death of more than merely the foolish girl striding across the mirror of darkness.

“I will tear your heart from your chest. Afterall, I am the villain.”

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Hii! I want more Piama x MC x Ruelle's kids ! Could you maybe write about Asther coming out as enby to their mothers? Thank you!!

A single ray of sunshine danced it's way so eloquently across her eldest twin's deep emerald hair, that it shimmered brilliantly in the low lighting of their bedroom. Ruelle smiled fondly as she stood in the doorway - watching them idly doodling on a piece of parchment. Their artistic skills better than hers at the age of nine, than she could ever hope to be - though, she could tell something was weighing heavy on them. They had always been a bit of a deep thinker, but lately she had noticed that slightly pained, far away look in their usually sharp amber eyes, one too many times. She knocked softly on thick wooden door before taking a single step inside.

"I will pay you three gold pieces to draw a picture of your Mother dressed all in black." Ruelle smirked, imagining Piama's face as it scrunched at the audacity of it.

"Make it four, and you've got a deal." Her young child smirked in return, a mischievous glint to their eyes. Ruelle only laughed, making her way further into the large bedroom that housed their twins.

"Do you not feel like playing with your sisters? They were asking for you."

Ruelle took a seat next to them at the small crafting table she had made for the twins when they were born. Smiling as she peered over at their drawing - a bright purple dragon with a multitude of yellow flames pouring out from it's snout.

"Not really.. You know how they can be. Always... talking..."

Ruelle laughed, always astounded at just how alike they were.

"Indeed. They are truly their Mother's daughters."

The young child chuckled, their smile quickly fading - replaced by a much more somber look. A deep shadow casting over their brilliant amber eyes. They were the same hue as Ruelle's, but the shape of the Queen's.

"You know.. If something is bothering you, you can always talk to me." She said softly, watching her child as they idly played with their hair. A nervous tick of theirs she had become accustomed to over the years.

"I know... it's just.." They pause, taking a deep breath before going back to their doodle. Being so much like herself, Ruelle knew better than to press them. They both were the types of people who needed time to process things - to figure out their words before allowing them to pass through their lips. Instead of saying anything else, Ruelle leaned over and grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill, dipping it in a deep black ink before starting a doodle of her own. Within moments her child started to laugh, as a crude drawing of Piama dressed all in black started to take shape.

"You better not let Mother see that." They laughed.

"Heh... I intend to leave it on her pillow." She replied with a smirk, making them laugh even more. They sighed heavily placing their own quill on the table before speaking.

"Mom... would you still... love me if I was.. different?" They asked tentatively, averting their eyes.

"I will always love you. No matter what." She replied, but she knew there was much more to their question than just a need for reassurance.

"... Are you sure? Because... I don't always feel the same way as everyone else does."

"As who feels the about what?"

"Well like... how Lylia and Willowyn feel. How they're always so happy when they get new dresses. I've never felt happy about wearing them. They don't make me feel... comfortable."

"Well, that is understandable. Not everyone likes to wear dresses. I am not particularly fond of them, myself."

"I.. I know.. it's more than that, though. Like... sometimes when I'm called a daughter... or a sister.. or a Spring Princess.. it just makes me feel.. not great. Like a part of me isn't being seen."

Ruelle only nodded, trying to give them all the time they needed to talk through whatever was weighing so heavily on their heart - always so completely blown away by how well spoken they were.

"Like... in my body.. I don't feel like a 'she'.. or a 'he'.. I just feel like... me. If that makes any sense." They sighed, leaning back in their chair. Ruelle could tell they were getting frustrated with themselves and placed a hand on their shoulder.

"It absolutely makes sense, dear. You know we have people who are close to our family who feel quite the same way, and we love them just the same." She replied.

"We do?" They asked, eyes wide.

"We do... take Galen for example." A look of revelation spilled across the young child's face as they nodded.

"Of course!" They exclaimed. Ruelle smiled, moving her chair a little closer to them.

"So, alright.. neither the pronoun 'she' or 'he' feels fitting to you? Would 'they' be a more comfortable fit?"

"Oh... yes! 'They' would be much better!"

Ruelle nodded and she could see as the worries slowly started to melt off of them, a small smile coming to their face. It was as if they had played out this scene a million times in their head, and it was actually turning out the way they had hoped.

"Things like daughter and sister.. Princess.. those can all be changed, too. We always want you to feel comfortable in your home. To be yourself." She replied, pausing before continuing. "And we can also have something other than dresses made for you, as well. If you want, we can sit down with Galen sometime and pick their brain on some other fashions."

At this suggestion they truly beamed, looking happier than Ruelle had seen them look in quite a long time - and even though her rough exterior would show otherwise - Ruelle's heart was filled with warmth. She ran her fingers through their hair affectionately and smiled at them. She had always known they were special - and would quickly stab anyone who deemed them as 'different'. They were a rare and beautiful soul. A brilliant light that was only trying to find it's place in the world, and she would defend their right to be their true selves to no end.

"Is there anything else we can do that would help? A new hair cut perhaps?"

Ruelle was almost taken back by the look of pure gratitude that spilled so deeply across their young face. A layer of unspent tears rising to their eyes.

"You.. you would let me do that?" They asked, playing with the ends of their long emerald hair.

"Of course we would."

"Won't you need to talk this over with Mother and Mama first?"

"I will do that, of course, but I am quite certain they will have no issues with it, and I can always threaten to stab them if they do." Ruelle replied with a smirk.

"Pretty sure they're used to that already, Mom." They said as they rolled their eyes, getting a rare laugh out of Ruelle. Their eyes growing somber again before continuing. "And.. do you think they will be.. accepting of everything else we talked about?"

She cupped their face with her hand, smiling at them before placing a soft kiss to their forehead.

"Listen to me, my child. There is literally nothing about who you are that your Mother and Mama would not accept. They love you without limitations. As do I. That will never change."

They smiled at her, scrunching their nose slightly.

"Gah.. you're so mushy sometimes, Mom." They replied with a smirk, but Ruelle could see the pure happiness beaming through their eyes.

"Heh, yes... that is certainly a word people would use to describe me." She replied dryly, making them laugh.

"Could we.. do you think we could go and find them now? And talk to them? Lylia and Willowyn too?" They asked, and Ruelle nodded.

"Of course. I think Mama is done with her council meetings for the day, and dinner will be served soon. We can tell them all then. Would you like that?"

"I would, yes.. and Mom? Thank you."

Ruelle nodded as she stood, smiling fondly at them as she held out her hand for them to take.

"Of course." She replied, pausing as she stopped at the door. "Just one more question."

"Yeah?"

"Your name... if you've thought about changing it.. what would it be?"

They smiled at her wide, eyes beaming with appreciation.

"Asther." They answered swiftly, smiling wider.

"Asther it is, then." Ruelle replied with a firm nod - taking her child's hand in hers, as she led them down the long halls of Attadellys

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

EAA Darla fluff fic where her and MC are dating and she’s braiding MCs hair? I think it would just be really cute

Written by: @somekidnamedkai

“Bye guys! Don’t have too much fun!” MC yelled towards her brother from the kitchen as he and Lucas walked towards the door to leave for their date. 

“I could say the same to you two,” he replied with a smirk, throwing the girl back in shock as a deep blush appeared on her face. Then with that, the two guys left.

A minute of silence went by before Darla spoke up.

“So it’s just us two?” she asked, looking over the couch she was sitting on to look back at MC as she nodded in response. 

Darla opened her mouth to say something, but her girlfriend, not realizing it, interrupted her before she even started to talk 

“Do you want to get some studying in maybe?”

The brunette closed her mouth, stopping what she was about to say. She fell back on the couch with a nod.

“Of course. Anything if it’s with you,” Darla said with a sweet, loving smile. 

It may have taken them a while to admit it, but once Darla and MC finally admitted how much they liked each other, they became the cutest couple. Darla was the type of girlfriend who would do anything for her love, like a knight in shining armor. She’d be there for her girlfriend all the time. No one ever believed she could act like that, so, loving and caring to someone other than herself. 

“You seem like you want to do something else,” MC pointed out as she walked over to the couch and sat next to Darla, leaning into her girlfriend's warm embrace. She chuckled as she pulled MC into her lap, and laid her head on the girl's shoulder.

“I just want to be with you,” Darla responded, as she nuzzled her head further into MCs shoulder and she played with the others' hands. MC chuckled at how her girlfriend was acting. Darla would be like a little kid at times, just wanting MC to be with her, but she never complained, she found it quite adorable. MC loved everything about Darla, she was amazing, no perfect to her. Darla was her life. 

“If you want to do something else we can do whatever you want. Studying was just a suggestion,” MC told her as she wriggled herself free from Darla’s embrace, making the other whine, and she turned around to face her. Darla grabbed MCs hand and intertwined their fingers before swinging their hands. A sweet smile etched on Darla's face as she leaned forward and kissed MCs nose, making her giggle in response. 

“Can I braid your hair, please?” She asked before leaning back.

MC looked down at the two laced hands as they swung back and forth. 

“Of course you can,” She replied, answering Darlas' question, making her smile even brighter if that was possible. The gray-eyed girl chuckled as Darla jumped up and down on her seat. 

“Where’s your hairbrush? and ties?” The taller girl questioned. MC hummed as she leaned in, so she could softly close the space between the two before backing away.

 

“They’re in my room,” she answered. Darla nodded, before standing up, kissing MCs hands before letting them go. She stood up, leaving MC to her own devices as she went to the room.

A minute or two passed before MC heard the sound of footsteps coming down the staircase as her favorite voice rang out.

“I got them!” She called out as she drifted over to the couch. The brunette jumped up and down, ecstatically, as she moved towards the couch. After she sat down she crossed her legs, and MC even had the chance to scoot closer, Darla's hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her girlfriend into her lap. 

“Hi,” MC giggled as she felt soft, cherry-scented lips peck her cheek a couple of times, the curly-haired girl turned her face and planted a soft kiss against Darla’s lips in return.

“Hi beautiful,” she responded.

“So,” MC began to talk as Darla unbraided her braided crown, “what type of braid are you going to do?” She asked. 

The brunette thought about it for a second as she began to run the brush down MCs hair, disentangling all the knots, leaving it silky and smooth. 

“What kind of braid would you like?” she responded to the question with another one. A breath from MC blew the hair left in her face upwards, just before they fell. 

“What about Dutch braids?” She asked as Darla nodded in response to the question, as she began to part MCs hair, splitting it into two parts for the braids. She grabbed a black tie and twisted it on before putting the part to the side. MC played with her hands as she felt her girlfriend brush out the right side of her hair again, before running her fingers up her scalp to separate her hair so she could braid it.

“Do you want me to lean back so it’s easier?” The smaller girl asked as Darla began to move her hair in a pattern, braiding it, from the top to bottom. 

“You’re good, love” she replied to the question, as she tugged MCs hair, so it wouldn’t be loose. MC nodded as Darla continued to braid her hair, not leaving any stray strands. 

“Are you having fun, love?” The blonde asked as her girlfriend began to braid the lower part of her hair. Darla’s attention was still mostly on braiding, so she wouldn’t make a mistake, because MC didn’t deserve her beautiful hair to have any errors. 

“Of course I am, I’m with you,” The other girl answered, as she planted a small kiss on the back of MCs neck, as she finished the first braid and tied it, so her work wouldn’t fall apart. 

“I love you,” MC told Darla with a smile, as her hand reached to the back of her head to feel the braid, but the other swapped her hand away. 

“I love you too,” Darla told her and poked her cheek.

As Darla untied the right side of MCs hair, she grabbed the hairbrush, to brush the part out for a minute. After she finished, she repeated what she did to the other side, braiding it with the same pattern she did before. A minute passed, before Darla finished the side, finishing braiding up MCs hair. 

“Okay, I’m done,” Darla said as her hands drifted from the tied braid, down MCs arms and she grabbed the other girl's hands.

MC smiled before getting up, sliding out of Darla's embrace, but still holding one of her hands. 

“Is it good?” She asked Darla with her normal soft, loving tone. Darla nodded as she placed her free hand on MCs cheek, before softly pressing her lips on hers. 

“It’s amazing, and you’re so beautiful,” Darla replied to the question. The darker-skinned girl smiled as she was given a kiss, and leaned into Darla's hand after. 

“Let me show you,” Darla told her as MC nodded and followed her girlfriend upstairs to find a mirror to see her hair. 

On their way up, the girl with now braided hair asked, “So can I braid your hair?”

 A chuckle left Darla's lips as she replied, “Yes.”