#leapsecond

[can-of-pringles]

Sleepover

Rating: Gen

Warnings: Light angst, emotional hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, bullying mention, anti-mutant sentiments mentioned

Word Count: 2k

Summary: It's Rosie's first time having a sleepover with non-school friends. Peter and Marigold expect to have a quiet evening to themselves, though the phone ringing has other plans.

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Marigold pulled the blanket closer as she curled up against Peter’s side, resting her head on his shoulder while they watched TV. The evening was quiet for once. They had the house to themselves while Rosie was at a sleepover.

Despite their relaxing night, the phone had other plans. Peter held back a sigh, pressing his lips into a line. Not exactly a frown, but his thoughts started to reflect his anxiety building up.

Marigold placed her hand on his arm, attempting to get him to untense his shoulders. “Do you want me to go see?”

“No, no, I can handle it,” he murmured, already speeding to the phone before he could see her reaction.

“Please let Rosie be okay.” He thought.

He picked it up, instinctively saying hello. His brows furrowed in concern, and he frowned at hearing Rosie sniffling.

“Rosie, what’s wrong?” He kept his voice steady, trying to remain the calming and mature adult she needed him to be.

Panicking wouldn’t help, he knew that, though knowing that didn’t stop the dread he felt in his chest.

Dad, I need you to come pick me up. Please. I want to go home.

“I’ll be there soon, I promise.”

He heard what sounded like a shaky sigh of relief, imagining her probably nodding on her end.

Okay. Love you.

“Love you too, bye.”

She hung up before he could. He placed the phone down and immediately went to put on his jacket and grab the car keys.

All Marigold could see was the usual fast blur. She fidgeted with her hair, twirling a curl around her finger as her nerves worsened.

“What’s going on?” She stood and walked over to him.

“Something happened. Rosie wants me to pick her up.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Did she say what, exactly?”

“No… she sounded like she had been crying.” He looked at her, frowning from worry.

“Do you want me to come with you?” she asked, reaching to hold his hand. It was a way to ground both of them, but especially her. She couldn’t anxiously pick at the skin around her nails if she was busy holding his hand.

Peter shook his head. “No, it’s okay. It’s pretty late, anyway. Just wait for us here, if that’s alright.”

“Okay.” She had a small smile on her face, trying to convince herself that everything would be okay. She took a breath, trying to ease herself.

“Oh, um, actually, can you make Rosie some mashed potatoes for when she gets back? I know it’s odd, but I think she’ll need some comfort food,” he asked.

“No problem, there’s some instant in the pantry already. Go bring her home.” She let go of his hand, touching his arm instead.

Peter nodded and gave her a quick goodbye kiss. He opened the door and sped out, closing it behind him.

Normally, he would just run over there, but he wasn’t exactly sure about the state Rosie was in. She wouldn’t want to be sped back if she wasn’t feeling well. The car would have to do. And besides, a drive back home would hopefully give her enough time to calm down.

---

Peter pulled up to the two-story house Rosie was at. Richer neighborhood. Not that he and Marigold were doing bad by any means, Charles wouldn’t allow it otherwise, but you had to be a certain type of person to live in a gated community, and he and Marigold weren’t that. The more he thought about it, the more he wished he would’ve just told Rosie ‘no’ to the sleepover.

He parked and got out, speeding up to the front door and knocking. He sighed, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet as he waited.

The mother of the girl who hosted the sleepover answered the door. She had a neutral look on her face, as if she didn’t want to fully frown, but wasn’t in a smiling mood either.

Rosie stood next to her, holding her duffle bag in her hand. She looked down at the floor, staring at her shoes.

“Hey there, Pete…” The mom greeted.

“I prefer Peter.” He chuckled humorlessly.

“Peter, my bad.” She corrected. “Thanks for coming on such short notice. I’m sorry it’s so late.”

“Yeah, no problem.” He shrugged, tapping his foot anxiously.

“Thanks for coming to pick her up. I tried convincing her to stay, but she kept insisting that she needed to leave and that her dad would pick her up.”

“Course, that’s what I’m here for,” he said.

“Being a parent is like being a taxi service 24/7, isn’t it?” The mom lightly joked.

“Uh, yeah.” Peter chuckled shortly, just deciding to go along with it. “What happened?”

The mom sighed, glancing at her nails. “Well… there was a little… squabbling between the group. You know how girls are.” She lightheartedly scoffed.

Peter nodded slowly and kept his face in a neutral expression. “Uh-huh…”

“The other girls were kind of… bullying Rosie…?”

“Bullying?” Peter’s eyes widened for a second.

“Bullying’s a harsh word. I meant teasing. I think it was probably a lot of teasing gone too far. I’m so sorry, I’ll have a talk with Zoey about it,” the mom explained.

“Rosie, are you okay?” He glanced down at her.

She nodded and shrugged slightly, not looking up.

Peter sighed, biting back some harsh words. “Okay.”

“Do you want a glass of water? Or maybe some cookies before you leave?” She offered.

“No thanks, I think we should go now,” Peter said. He placed his hand on Rosie’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s go home.”

Rosie nodded and followed him to the car.

“Oh, uh, okay! Thanks for coming! Again, sorry for the trouble, goodbye!” The mom waved and closed the door.

Peter sat in the front seat of the car. Rosie had already climbed into the passenger seat next to him.

Peter glanced over at her and let out a sigh. “Rosie, you know you shouldn’t sit up here yet...”

She wiped her eyes and sniffled, clearly not wanting to move.

“Fine, just this once,” Peter said, giving in. “Don’t tell your mom.”

Rosie faintly smiled before it disappeared. He started driving back home.

“So, are you going to tell me what happened or am I just supposed to believe that… soccer mom, let’s just say,” Peter asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

Rosie faintly smiled at his joke. It faded when she remembered the sleepover. “One of the girls was a prankster, and I guess tried to scare me by popping out behind the door… I lost control of my powers and accidentally turned invisible in front of them.”

“When they found out, they called me a weirdo and other names and locked me in the closet for a long time... it felt like a long time.” She shut her eyes for a moment before opening them again, blinking and frowning. “Until Zoey’s mom found out and made them let me out. I thought they were okay with mutants, but I guess not…” She looked out of the window, watching the passing landscape.

Most of Rosie’s friends were other mutants from the school, but recently, she made new friends at a local park, getting to see them whenever she went to the playground. They were human, and they had eventually invited her over for a sleepover. Rosie had begged her parents, and they reluctantly agreed.

Peter sighed, frowning. “I knew it was so much worse than what that mom said.” He felt his guilt rising the more he thought about it. He could’ve prevented this. “They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

“Only emotionally…” She mumbled.

Peter let out another sigh. “I’m so sorry…”

“It was so crowded and dark in there… I was starting to think I’d be in there the whole night.” Her voice was barely louder than a whisper.

He should’ve protected her more. Made sure it would’ve been safe. He couldn’t help but feel like he failed her. He knew that he couldn’t protect her from everything, but she was only nine, and this had been preventable.

He snapped out of his ruminating thoughts when Rosie spoke up.

“I never want to see those girls again!” She exclaimed, crossing her arms.

“I don’t blame you. What they did was totally messed up. I don’t want to see that mom again, either. She couldn’t even get my name right the first time.” He scoffed.

“They’re all meanies.”

“Yeah, they are. Rosie, please don’t think that the things they said about you are true, okay?”

“I know,” she replied, fiddling with her hands.

“Good, I just don’t want you taking any of that to heart. Y’know?” He shrugged.

She nodded.

“I know it doesn’t magically make the hurt go away, but do you think maybe a bit of mashed potatoes would help?”

“Mashed potatoes?” Her eyes lit up somewhat.

“Your mom’s making you some for when we get back. You can stay up with us and watch movies and… play board games, all sorts of fun stuff, like our own sleepover. What do you think? Sound fun?” Peter suggested.

“Yeah.” She had a small smile on her face.

“Great, we’re almost home. As soon as we’re back, we can start the party.”

“Okay.” Rosie nodded, feeling a little cheered up.

---

Once they had arrived home, Rosie ran up to the door first, realizing Marigold had just unlocked it right as she’d heard them in the driveway.

She opened the door and practically ran into her mother’s arms. Marigold immediately hugged her back, holding her close.

Marigold glanced up for a moment when she heard Peter come in and lock the door. He sighed and placed the car keys down on the hallway shelf.

Rosie eventually pulled away, feeling tears coming to the surface again. “The girls at the sleepover were so mean to me! They locked me in a closet because they found out I’m a mutant! And the mom said Dad’s name wrong.”

She placed her hand on Rosie’s cheek, wiping her tears. Her heart ached to see her daughter like this. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. They sound terrible… I guess they dropped the nice facade.” She grimaced.

“They’re more than terrible, they’re all ass—” Peter started.

Marigold shot him a look, causing him to close his mouth.

He hung his jacket back up. “Um… they’re all… assumed to be jerks.”

She gave him a quick nod of approval.

“Yeah…” He cleared his throat. “Anyway… Rosie, why don’t you go look at the mashed potatoes, and see if they’re ready yet?”

Rosie grinned, forgetting about the conversation and already running to the kitchen for the food.

When she left, Marigold moved closer to Peter; crossing her arms and shifting weight onto one leg as she stood.

“So… is there anything else I should know? Because it sounds like I got the full story from her.”

Peter sighed and fidgeted with his hands. “No, I guess that’s it. I really wasn’t expecting for her to get bullied at her first non-school friends sleepover… I mean, of course, I wasn’t expecting it, but you know what I mean. She told me she was worried they’d leave her in that closet all night. But then the mom found out and made them open it.”

Marigold clenched her jaw, becoming more upset by the minute, but she continued letting him speak.

“You should’ve seen the way she looked when I went to get her. I think it really scarred her.” He lowered his voice. “We should’ve checked these people out more. I feel like such an idiot… I know that we can’t protect her from everything, but…” He trailed off, not meeting her eyes.

Marigold reached for his hands, holding them in hers. “We’ll try harder next time, be better. That’s all we can do at this point, right?”

“I know, but I’m still so mad. Rosie’s never done anything to anyone. Why does she have to suffer?”

“I know… you’re right.” She swallowed down the lump she felt in her throat. Now wasn’t the time to cry. She had to be there for both of them.

“I should go back and TP their yard,” Peter grumbled.

Marigold reached her hand up and touched his cheek. “Don’t you think it’s more important to be here for Rosie?”

He sighed and nodded. “You’re right, I’m sorry… I got carried away with the vengeance stuff… I think I get why my dad does the things he does, or did, more accurately.”

“Peter…” Marigold lightly chastised, but there was barely any heat in her tone.

“Come on, don’t you feel like you want to hurt them for hurting Rosie?” he spoke theoretically, never actually planning on doing anything.

“I don’t think hurt’s the right word, but I wouldn’t mind messing with the mother,” she answered immediately. “But I also know that’s not what I should be focusing on right now. Also, I don’t want to get in trouble.” She shrugged.

He chuckled shortly at her abrupt answer. “Yeah, you have a point.”

“Maybe we should go check on her and the kitchen…” Marigold changed the subject. “I think I heard her getting stuff out of the pantry.”

“I told her we’d have our own sleepover once we got back,” he explained.

“Good idea.”

“I’d be surprised if there're any potatoes left at this point.” He muttered.

She chuckled. “Yeah… but they’re for her.”

“True.” Peter smiled.

“Come on,”

He followed her to the kitchen, seeing Rosie holding the bowl of potatoes as well as one of the big spoons. To his surprise, they had remained mostly uneaten.

“Guys, can we watch The Dark Crystal? Or Never-Ending Story? Ghibli? I’m thinking fantasy!” She grinned, raising the big spoon in her hand.

“I thought those first two gave you nightmares? Or at least The Dark Crystal. Those bird monsters are creepy…” Peter remarked, wincing.

Rosie scoffed. “They don’t anymore! And they’re called Skeksis. And Chamberlain’s more funny than creepy…”

“Chamberlain? You remembered one of their names? Hmm… I don’t think you’ve watched it enough times,” he said sarcastically.

She giggled and ate a spoonful.

“It’s up to Rosie what we watch. We have plenty of options to choose from.” Marigold chimed in.

“Yes!” Rosie grinned.

“You can go put something on. We’ll catch up in a second,” Peter said.

“Does this mean I get to eat a bowl of mashed potatoes on the couch?” Rosie gasped.

“Yes, because I know you’ll be careful, right?” Marigold raised an eyebrow.

She nodded and quickly ran to the living room, making sure not to drop the precious mashed potatoes. Marigold watched her leave and smiled before she turned to look at Peter again.

“I think we still have a lot more to discuss, but it’s really late already, and I think we should save it for later… focus on the good for right now.”

Peter nodded. “Rosie seems to be feeling better, at least.”

“You’re a genius for coming up with the ‘sleepover at home thing’. Come on, or she’ll be watching something without us.” She joked slightly.

“You’re welcome. And I hope she’s saved some potatoes for me!” He raised his voice at the end so Rosie would overhear.

“No! They’re all mine!” She faked an evil laugh.

“Aw, man!” Peter pretended to be upset, walking into the living room.

Marigold chuckled and followed.

[practically-an-x-man]

Because we were just talking about it, have a pringles OC writing prompt. How about an X-Men one with Peter and Marigold. You probably know them well enough by now but there's always Mari's toyhouse.

(sentence/dialogue prompt)

"Quit smiling at me, I can't stop messing up sentences when you look at me like that,"

If you need more lmk but also no pressure

Sorry it took me so long to get around to this! It took me forever to come up with something good with this prompt, and admittedly I was a little worried that I wouldn't get Mari right. Weirdly, she was harder to write then Arith and Iriel, even though you've got so much more written for her.

But anyway, I hope this is cute! It's about 1.4k words, definitely not my longest piece of writing, but I think it's fun. Oh, and here's a song that'll be important as you read.

If there was one thing you could count on Peter Maximoff for (aside from saving lives and cracking terrible jokes), it was his taste in music. He’d been suggesting the karaoke night for weeks, but it was only when a karaoke machine mysteriously appeared in the rec room that he was able to put it into motion.

“You paid for that, right?” Marigold asked, eyeing the hunk of silver and black plastic as her partner fiddled with it. Peter twisted over his shoulder to look at her. His dark eyes were sparkling with a familiar mischievous light, and she knew the answer before he even said it. 

“Sure,” he said with a shrug, though a smile kept twitching at the corners of his lips. Marigold sighed. 

“You’ve got to stop doing that,” she said, “Eventually someone’s going to realize it’s you.”

“Psh,” he replied, looking amused, “I’m too good. They couldn’t catch me if they tried. And anyway, I’ll give it back tomorrow. I just need it for tonight.”

“Alright,” Mari agreed. She couldn’t say she had the cleanest record herself (it came with the territory of being an X-Man), but she figured there were worse things than just borrowing it for the night. Besides, it was a Monday - who goes out for karaoke on a Monday? They probably wouldn’t even miss it.

“Do you need help setting it up?” she asked instead, taking a few steps closer and crouching beside Peter as he kept working on the machine. He thought for a second. 

“No, I think I’m okay.” he said, “But we could test it out. Gotta make sure it works before tonight.”

“What song?” 

“Let’s see what’s in there,” Peter answered. He pressed a button on the side of the machine, and a CD port slid open. There was already a disc in there (Willie Nelson - yikes), but Peter plucked it out and set it on top of the machine. He leaned back on his heels, fingers drumming restlessly on his knees over the span of a few heartbeats. 

“Alright, I’ve got it.” he said suddenly, then disappeared in a flash of silver. He was back almost before Mari realized he’d gone, and dropped another CD into the port with eager, excited movements.

“What’d you pick?” Marigold asked, trying to spot the label on the CD as it slid into the karaoke machine. She couldn’t quite pick it out in time. 

“Stevie Nicks.” Peter answered with a grin, fighting to untangle the microphone wires. Mari smiled. He knew that was one of her favorites.

Peter bounced up to his feet, holding out a hand to her. Marigold took it and let him pull her up to her feet, accepting the microphone he handed to her. He held a second one up in front of his face. 

“Testing, testing, one-two-” he started, then winced at the burst of noise that spewed through the speakers, “Shit, that’s too-”

He darted over and twisted the volume knob, grateful when the echo faded from the room. Tentatively, he lifted the microphone back up. 

“Test?” he repeated, a little quieter that time, “Okay, good, that’s better. Try yours.”

Marigold lifted up her microphone, wincing a little at the smell of metal and old beer that clung to it. 

“Did you get this from a bar?” she asked, forgetting that she was supposed to be testing the microphone. Peter reached out and lowered the volume before her voice could boom through the speakers. 

“Yeah?” he replied, tilting his head at her, “Where else do you do karaoke?”

“I thought you took it from a RadioShack or something.” she answered, giving a sidelong look to the microphone in her hand. She knew it wasn’t exactly unclean, but there was something about it, and the thought that so many other hands had touched it before her, that made her skin crawl. It even felt a little sticky, but that might’ve just been her imagination.

Peter must have noticed her expression, because his eyebrows furrowed. A moment later, he’d zipped away again, only to return right in front of her. He had a Clorox wipe in one hand. The other reached for the microphone. 

“Here, let’s wipe it off,” he said.

“You read my mind,” Marigold responded gratefully, “Be right back. I’m gonna go wash my hands.”

When she returned, feeling much better after scrubbing the unpleasant bar-smell residue off her hands, Peter was wiping down his own microphone as well. When he’d finished with that, he ran the Clorox wipe over the front of the karaoke machine, over all the buttons and knobs, then tossed it in the trash and wiped off his hands on the front of his shirt. 

“Alright.” he said, “Better?”

“Much better,” she agreed, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, honey.” He handed her the microphone once again - this time it had the pleasant if chemically lemon-smell of the Clorox wipe - then crouched down to start the song. They were greeted to soft strains of acoustic guitar, mingled with a light music-box chiming. Mari smiled as she came in with the first lyrics. 

“Is love so fragile and the heart so hollow?” she sang, feeling a little self-conscious at first. She got over it quickly. There was nobody in the room but her and Peter, what was there to be embarrassed about? “Shatter with words, impossible to follow.”

From her right, she caught Peter’s eyes. She saw nothing but soft affection on his face for a moment, until he realized she was looking at him. That gentle expression was quickly replaced with teasing as he stuck his tongue out at her. Marigold rolled her eyes but kept singing. 

“You’re saying I’m fragile, I try not to be,” she continued, “I search only for something I can’t see.”

Despite herself, she found her eyes straying over to Peter again. And again, she caught a flash of something warm across his face… and then he crossed his eyes at her. Mari laughed before she could stop herself. 

“Stop distracting me!” she demanded, pointedly turning her eyes away from him before she could miss the next line in the song, “I have my own life, and I am stronger than you know.”

“I’m not distracting you!” Peter insisted, “I’m just looking at you! Am I not allowed to look at you?”

She elected to ignore him. 

“But I carry this feeling,” Marigold sang, “When you walked into my-” She made the mistake of turning around, and found her partner giving her the goofiest expression he could muster - teeth bared, eyes bugged out, like he was doing his best impersonation of a dollar-store Halloween mask. Mari couldn’t help it. She broke down into a fit of giggles.

“Stop that!” she laughed, reaching out to push lightly at his shoulder.

“Stop what?” Peter fired back, grinning wide enough to make dimples crease his cheeks. 

“Quit smiling at me!” Marigold insisted, “I can’t stop messing up sentences when you look at me like that!”

“I’m not doing anything!” Peter said, lifting his palms in surrender. 

“You’re making faces!”

“What faces? Mare-bear, this is just my face!”

“Mare-bear,” she repeated, giving him a look even as she tried to hold back her own laughter, “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Ah, you love me.” he teased, then added, “Mare-bear.”

“Stop it!” Marigold laughed, smiling so hard it hurt.

“You do!” 

“Maybe.” 

“Maybe?” he repeated, “What, singing karaoke got me bumped down to maybe status?”

“No, ‘Mare-bear’ got you bumped down to maybe status.” she fired back, though the threat didn’t hold much meaning when she still couldn’t pull the smile off her face. 

“Then I’ll just have to win you back with my incredible singing,” Peter said, lifting the microphone to his lips with a flourish, “Careful, Mari, I’m irresistible.”

“Maybe.”

“Again with the ‘maybe’!” he blurted, then shrugged and shot her a wink, “You’ll see.” 

With all his teasing, he almost missed his entrance to the song, but he recovered quickly enough.

“You in the moonlight, with your sleepy eyes,” Peter sang, reaching out a hand like he was an overly-dramatic actor in a music video, “Would you ever love a man like me?”

He turned to face her, giving her his best romantic look as he kept singing. Marigold just scrunched her nose at him, then stuck out her tongue. Peter barked out a laugh, his dark eyes brightening even as he missed his cue for the next lyric. 

“Uh- When I walked into your house, I knew I’d never want to leave,” he corrected quickly, but Marigold was already grinning.

“See?” she teased, triumphant, “I messed you up!”

[txngledbxnds]

@can-of-pringles

For this to work, probably needs to be an Au, of an AU....of an au.

In this AU, Marigold is of course with Peter, and Duchess is with Logan. And more modern times. Maybe a multiverse thing? I dunno.

Hope this is ok.

[can-of-pringles]

You cannot tell me that Peter wouldn't do this to Marigold. He would.

[antonisch]

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[can-of-pringles]

Doing that trend I mentioned earlier of showing my OCs' faceclaims at more accurate ages (disclaimer it is extremely hard to get the exact year of photos I'm looking for so some of these are more of a loose estimate sorry) also sorry for some angst

Carina Shepherd when Dr. Brenner took her (10 at the time)

Silas Petersson around when he came out to his parents (13)

Eliška Hašek when she escaped the museum and joined the Guardians (19)

Marigold Rosales when her mutation manifested and she accidentally froze her parents, needing Charles Xavier to help her (and then being sent to his school not long after)

Rosie when she started to have frequent nightmares about her mutation

Leah Quinn when she started to want to go by Lee instead

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[can-of-pringles]

An updated post of my OCs' signatures

Arline Lanes

Beatrice Maddison/Carina Shepherd (you can see the slight difference), after leaving the lab she loosens up her writing a little since Brenner isn't there to correct her.

Dannie Karim

Ryn Halvorsen

Silas Petersson

Arith

Iriel

Kaia Crowley

Odel

Marigold Rosales

Rosie Rosales-Maximoff (always writes her name with cat ears)

Allison Dahir

Lee Quinn

[can-of-pringles]

Send one about my OCs

Arith/Iriel

Kaia/Odel

Marigold Rosales/Peter Maximoff

Prompt List

I compiled some prompt lists I found to form a list of 76 kiss prompts. Send in a number and a character and one of us shall write a one shot based on it. 

“Good morning” kiss

Kiss on the forehead 

Drunk/sloppy kiss

Awkward kiss 

Angry kiss 

“I’m sorry” kiss 

“I’ve missed you” kiss 

Seductive kiss

“War’s End” kiss 

“Goodbye” kiss

“I almost lost you” kiss

Kiss on the nose 

Kiss on the ear

Kiss on the neck

Kiss on the back 

New Year’s kiss

Needing to kiss to hide from bad guys

“I do” kiss 

Shy kiss 

Surprised kiss 

Kiss on a dare 

Sad kiss 

Exhausted parents kiss 

Kiss of life 

Kiss inspired by a song

Jealous kiss

Giggly kiss

First kiss 

Last kiss 

Kiss under a full moon

Kiss at dusk 

Kiss at dawn

Kiss in a dream 

Returned from the dead kiss 

Themed kisses

“We can never be together” kiss 

It’s-the-end-of-the-world kiss

Awkward teenage crush kiss

Spin the bottle kiss

Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss

Forbidden kiss

Sated kiss

Soft kiss

Tender kiss

Passionate kiss

Long kiss

Quick kiss

Morning kiss

Before Bed kiss

In Secret kiss

Public kiss

Accidentally Witnessed kiss

Against a wall kiss

Against a Locker kiss

True Love kiss

Caught off-guard kiss

Breaking The Kiss To Say Something, Staying So Close That You’re Murmuring Into Each Other’s Mouths

Moving Around While Kissing, Stumbling Over Things, Pushing Each Other Back Against The Wall/Onto The Bed

Kissing So Desperately That Their Whole Body Curves Into The Other Person’s 

Throwing Their Arms Around The Other Person, Holding Them Close While They Kiss

Hands On The Other Person’s Back, Fingertips Pressing Under Their Top, Drawing Gentle Circles Against That Small Strip Of Bare Skin That Make Them Break The Kiss With A Gasp

Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up

Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing

Being Unable To Open Their Eyes For A Few Moments Afterward 

One Small Kiss, Pulling Away For An Instant, Then Devouring Each Other 

Staring At The Other’s Lips, Trying Not To Kiss Them, Before Giving In

When One Stops The Kiss To Whisper “I’m Sorry, Are You Sure You-” And They Answer By Kissing Them More

A Hoarse Whisper “Kiss Me”

Following The Kiss With A Series Of Kisses Down The Neck

Starting With A Kiss Meant To Be Gentle, Ending Up In Passion

A Gentle “I Love You” Whispered After A Soft Kiss, Followed Immediately By A Stronger Kiss

When One Person’s Face Is Scrunched Up, And The Other One Kisses Their Lips/Nose/Forehead 

Height Difference Kisses Where One Person Has To Bend Do Wn And The Other Is On Their Tippy Toes 

Kisses Where One Person Is Sitting In The Other’s Lap 

Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing 

Top Of Head Kisses

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Your OCs have just met their future spouse/partner/love interest for the first time when BAM! A ghostly little voice whispers in their ear and tells them that's the person they'll eventually fall in love with, no matter what their first impression of them was.

How do your OCs react to the news?

Thank you for the ask, what an interesting scenario.

Dannie Karim: Honestly probably thinks either they're really tired or misheard something because how could you possibly explain that? And their service dog Missy isn't alerting at all so it's not a weird medical thing.

Silas Petersson: Tries to just ignore it. He knows that there's odd stuff that happens in the Ministry, but minding his business has worked so far. He might try to avoid Copia more for a while but eventually figures that he can make his own choices, and he chooses to be more close to him, because he's a good friend #denial

Arith: He doesn't know what to make of it. Sure, he finds her attractive, but that's it. There's absolutely nothing else. Either hell is playing tricks on him and trying to 'test' his loyalty or... something else. He tries to not let it affect him and keeps on doing his own thing for the most part. Eventually, when they are together he remembers and thinks about how odd it was. He might get a little existential about it, but he chose to be in a relationship with her, and his feelings are real.

Iriel: Honestly she's a little disgusted and frightened. She can definitely not fall in love with a demon. She tries to gaslight herself into thinking she didn't hear anything, "it was the wind", etc.

Kaia: Is mostly confused. She always knew she was different but she'd never gotten voices before. Or at least like that. But she likes Odel. So if it's true is it even that bad?

Odel: She was already having doubts about spying on Kaia, and now this happens? It probably somehow pushes her more to leave heaven.

Marigold Rosales: At first she thinks it's some sort of telepath messing with/teasing her, though she doesn't recognize the voice. Since voices in the head aren't the biggest shock, she tries not to let it get to her and moves on.

Jelaa Latka: Well... she's just a kid. She probably is genuinely unsettled and thinks something's going on in the force. She tries to meditate extra. She doesn't tell anyone because she doesn't want to get in trouble somehow. (anxious kid💔)

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Alright, I said I would do it. My OC pairings and their engagement rings and wedding rings. Any pairings I exclude I just haven't gotten that far in planning any of that.

Silas x Copia:

Copia would propose to Silas with this ring [gold with a forest-y tree theme with two birds on each side, in the middle a light green oval gemstone]:

And then I think they'd have a matching pair of this as their wedding rings? I tried finding something that wasn't just a plain gold band but made sure the design wasn't too out there [A gold band with an art deco-inspired engravement around it].

Arith x Iriel:

Arith proposes to Iriel but they decide no against a ring because they figured it might be too obvious. They just have plain gold wedding bands. But they'd choose something with a hidden engraved phrase. I think Arith's would say "my moon" and Iriel's "my sun" or Arith's would say "always" and Iriel's "forever"

I'm not sure specifics yet.

Kaia x Odel:

Kaia proposed to Odel. And the ring probably looks like this [A gold ring with tiny diamonds placed all around it, a circular icy white jade stone in the middle]:

These are what their wedding rings look like. [Matching clear resin bands with gold and dark blue pressed flowers inside].

Marigold x Peter:

Marigold proposes to Peter with this ring [A silver band with a section of small silver gemstones going around it fitted inside]:

And Peter's wedding ring is gold while Marigold's is silver, it's an opposite matching kind of thing. Because silver=Peter and gold=Marigold. [A gold band with plant leaves engraved around it and a silver band with plant leaves engraved around it with tiny diamonds]

Rosie x Allison:

They decided to both get engagement rings because it was a more spur-of-the-moment thing where they kinda proposed to each other.

Their engagement rings are different but their wedding rings match.

Allison's is blue while Rosie's is purple (their favorite colors) [A gold ring with small silver gemstones in it that stick out a little and a rectangular blue topaz gemstone in the middle. Other ring is a gold ring with small silver gemstones on each side clustered together with a teardrop-shaped light purple gemstone in the middle]:

And their matching wedding ring [a gold ring with slight floral designs cut out of it, two small diamonds, one on each side, in the middle a silver teardrop-shaped silver gemstone]:

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Mari in marigold colors for my little makeshift Artfight?

Ahhh she's so pretty!! Thank you!

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Assign songs from the Arcane soundtrack to your OCs?

Ooh this is a good one! Okay let me see...

Carina Shepherd:

Ryn Halvorsen:

Arith:

Iriel:

Marigold Rosales:

Allison Dahir:

Lee Quinn:

Jelaa Latka: