#need meself more green magical girls with purple in them

[tomatoteddy]

I wanna try post more of my pretty cure ocs + I’ve been thinking about more about my phanthom thief precure series so here’s one of the members of PhantoMahou Jewels Precure!

Meet Édith Doucet/Cure Peridot, the third member of the team! She’s your typical mischievous, bubbly and energetic class clown who’s the kid of rich folks with high expectations… who also happens to have an obsession with all things horror and mystery. She can and she will talk people’s ear off about he shows, movies and games she loves. She aspires to become a professional horror writer in the future, despite her parents wishes.

Cure Spinel is just there for reference. Although Matilda is a but put-off by Édith and a bit scared by her love for horror, Édith makes sure to not make her uncomfortable, and the two get along nicely (I may or may not ship them djdjjdjsj)

[askharryhook]

Kiss The Girl [One-Shot]

@severelydelightfulpotterhead​ asked:  I don't know how prompts work but can you write some Huma fluff? Maybe an adaptation of the Kiss The Girl scene? Thank you in advance.

Ooc: I’m not GREAT at fluff so I hope this is fluffy enough! 

The night was calm, the moon full and the stars so bright the black sky was tinged with blue. The promise of fall lingered on the air, chilly as it bounced off the gentle sea, though not cold like it soon would be. It was nearly school time for both Auradon Prep and the Isle, and the Isle kids had all spent the past two days on the docks, fighting and wrestling over the shipment of last year’s used notebooks and broken pencils.

Thanks to their recent territory expansion, Uma’s pirate crew now controlled the entire dock, and thus almost the entire supply. There were boxes of the best stationary they could get their hands (and hook) on below deck on the Lost Revenge, enough for every member of the crew, plus a large sack of coins tied up at the captain’s waist.

To celebrate, Uma and Harry had bought a ‘feast’ of the freshest fried fish and chips from Ursula’s chip shop, and they all sat gathered on the deck, devouring the best meal they’d been able to afford in a long time.

Harry let out a long sigh as he flopped back onto his leather jacket, laid out on the creaky wooden boards like a blanket, his stomach so full it hurt to move. Uma sat next to him munching happily on a thick fry,

“You already done?”

“If I eat any more I may just turn into a fish meself. Maybe even a squid.” He grinned teasingly, earning him an elbow to the ribs and a playful glare. Harry pouted, dramatically pretending to be hurt.

“Looks like everyone is going to be well fed tonight.” She changed the subject, looking around the ship as everyone was growing close to finishing their meals.

“Aye. And thanks to you they’ll be prepared for school too.” Harry toyed idly with the end of one of her turquoise braids until she laid down beside him, arms crossed behind her head,

They laid in silence like that for a moment, starting up at the stars. Harry remembered learning how to navigate as a child with his father, and reached up with his hook to trace the constellations.

“SAILS! North!” The sudden shout from Gil in the crowsnest startled them, but his giant bumbly grin said there was no cause for alarm.

Harry scrambled to his feet anyway, leaning over the railing to peer out onto the dark ocean. Sure enough, pulling out of the Auradon Bay was a giant, obnoxiously bright yacht (no sails, but Gil wasn’t the brightest. He saw a ship and shouted and Harry wouldn’t fault him for that).

“Prep kids?” Uma asked boredly, watching the yacht inch closer through a spyglass.

“Aye, must be.” Harry sighed. The kids from Auradon Prep (king Ben specifically) often took a yacht or a boat out in front of the Isle to party on. They might as well come inside the barrier and slap all the Isle kids with their expensive gloves. The thought made Harry’s hand clench around the railing so tightly his knuckles turned bright white.

Lost in his slightly murderous thoughts, he jumped when he felt Uma’s finger under his chin, her signal that she’s waiting for him to speak,

“Sorry Captain.”

“Look.” Uma sneered, startling him further as she shoved the spyglass into his hands. Raising it to his eye, Harry took a moment to find the yacht, only to glimpse what his beloved captain was so distressed about. A grand staircase led from the main cabin down to the deck, which was being used as a dance-floor by a crowd of blurry teenagers. At the top of the staircase though, a girl in a distinctly familiar shade of purple hugged the king, staring up at him with what could only be puppy-love eyes. Harry felt his full stomach turn at the sigh.

“Dragon breath.” He spat, bristling as he gave the spyglass back.

“Of course Mal would join in when they’re rubbing their privilege in our faces. It fits perfectly with her M.O.” Uma growled.

“What I would give for them to come a teeny bit closer just so we could unload our cannons on them.” This had become a routine. Everytime Mal came on one of the Isle’s two tv channels, Harry would spend the next hour or so indulging Uma in her justified hatred of her vile bully.

They stopped their discourse though, when a strange vibration disturbed the air, unsettling the crew. It sounded vaguely of music, but warped, like they were underwater.

“Do they really need to play music that loudly?” Uma scoffed, tapping Harry’s elbow so he’d follow her down to the main deck. As soon as their boots hit the boards, though. The upbeat music shifted to a familiar lilting tone.

The yacht was coming in close enough now that they could see the people on board, and Mal had stepped down the stairs, allowing a girl much younger than Ben to take her place in the spotlight. She wore a sea-green dress and had distinct red hair. Harry squinted,

“Ariel’s daughter?”

“Must be.” Uma scoffed, not bothering to watch. She only stopped walking when the music became clear, several of their crew members picking up the tune with their own humming.

“Stop it!” Uma snapped, immediately recognizing Ariel and Prince Eric’s love song, “My mother would have your heads if she heard you.”

Most of the crew paused in their singing at her tone. Only one voice continued the song, seemingly unaware of the frightened tension of the ship.

“Gil! Get down here!” Harry shouted, slightly worried at the angry twinkle in Uma’s eyes. Perhaps it was the sudden, unexpected proximity to Mal, but Uma never looked at Gil that way unless he’d called her ‘Shrimpy’.

The yacht was close enough now to see all the Auradon kids in pairs, slow dancing with their arms around each other.

Gil climbed down the rigging slowly, looking around at his crewmates for help. All of them were looking terrified at Uma or sadly out at the yacht. Harry followed their gazes, feeling the pang of their longing. What kind of first mate would he be if he let them suffer?

“Uma…” He whispered, daring to step close enough that their bodies touched, “Let them have their fun for one night?”

Uma glared up at him for a moment, though she didn’t make to move. She was silent, but she stared hard into his eyes like she always did when she was thinking.

“Fine.”

Harry grinned, slapping Gil on the shoulder as he joined them, “Go nuts!”

The crew cheered around them, quickly falling back into the song with the help of Gil. Uma elected not to join them, heading to her cabin instead. Harry followed; she was a member of the crew after all. It was his job to make her happy too.

Making sure he shut the door behind him, Harry put on his classic smirk. The music from the Auradon yacht and their crew above cause the cabin to vibrate and echo with the tune.

“What are you doing?” Uma quirked an eyebrow. Harry sauntered up to her, pulling her into a hug. She tensed slightly, as she always did in his hugs. But they were alone, away from judgement, and eventually wrapped her arms around him too.

The music grew louder and clearer around them, and Harry began to rock their bodies to the tune. Uma let out a snort, but complied, moving her arms to rest around his neck.

“Don’t you dare tell anyone about this.” She muttered, not meeting his eyes.

“Lips are sealed, m’lady.” She glared at him for that, but he didn’t move away. Instead he pulled a hand down from his neck with his hook, holding her arm out as if they were going to really waltz.

Uma rolled her eyes, but Harry was close enough to see the blush creep into her cheeks and ears. His own face felt on fire, and he guessed he’d look the same. Their intimacy was always aggressive and needy, never slow like this. Harry rested his forehead against her and closed his eyes, letting the music completely take over his body.

Their crewmates had begun to sing, the words muffled but soaking into them nonetheless. Harry released her into a spin, bowing low to kiss her hand.

Kiss the girl

They sang above, and Harry felt a giddy jolt and the idea strike his chest.

You’re gonna miss the girl

Uma pulled him closer, placing her hand on the back of his neck.

Looks like the boy’s too shy aint gonna kiss the girl

Uma smirked, “You heard ‘em…”

Go on and kiss the girl

Harry leaned in slowly, placing a hesitant, unsure kiss to her lips. She tasted of the sea and, when he finally could pull away, adrenaline crashed around in him like the tide.

“About time.” Uma chuckled quirked an eyebrow. The music shifted back to upbeat but Harry found he could not move. Couldn’t even speak.

They flirted all the time, but Harry never considered his feeling for his captain to be genuine. Was this love? That was the only explanation for the buzz of magic in the air.

“Harry?” She touched his chin.

“I…l-lo-” He couldn’t get it out. That word….that FEELING was bad. It ruined lives. It kille.

Uma smiled. Not her usual smirk, but a rare, bashful smile that reached her beautiful dark eyes,

“I know.”