Pillow Fights

Imagine the little Garde having a pillow fight. It starts when Nine and Six have an argument, and Six throws a pillow at him. But instead of taking it as an action of aggression, Nine lights up and screams, “PILLOW FIGHT!”

And chaos ensues.

Marina gets hit on the head with a pillow and starts to cry, and Eight sits with her and hugs her, stepping in front of any stray pillows that look like they might hit her.

Two and three retreat to the corner, collecting the lilies thrown at them and building a little fort.

John, at first, is too afraid to hit anyone. But Nine convinced him to join, and they fight valiantly side by side.

Six and One then form a team, and the pillow fight turns into a part-wrestling fight too.

When the Cepans come in to try to calm them down, they all turn on the adults. Hiding behind a massive pillow fort, the tackle their Cepans to the ground and tickle them and hit them with pillows. Some of the Cepans, like Sandor, laugh and join the fight immediately. It takes the others, like Hessu and Henri, a bit longer to give in, but eventually they’re all involved in a huge kid-versus-adult fight that goes way past the Garde’s bedtime.

Harry Imagine: Cosine Graphs

A/N: So this is cheesy, cliché and just generally awful, but enjoy! Also, I totally don’t think Niall would ever cheat off someone’s calc homework, for the record. I just decided to add him in there since we all know and love him. :)

“Harry is looking at you agin!” your friend Sally squealed from her seat beside you in the cafeteria.
You self-consciously glided your hands over your powder blue skirt, avoiding the intense emerald stare of Harry Styles, the most popular boy in your school, as he strutted past. As always, every girl he passed either swooned, squealed or jumped up to get his attention and you just couldn’t figure out why he would be looking at YOU. Not to put yourself down, but you didn’t have the most glittering circle of friends, the best wardrobe or a fabulous social life. That’s why you were sure Harry couldn’t have been staring.

“He’s probably looking at Caroline or something,” you gestured to the gorgeous girl behind you, hoping to prevent Sally from creating a scene.

“No, he’s looking at you.” Sally smirked. Then, like the humiliating person she is, she shouted, “Hey Harold! Take a picture, it lasts longer!”

The entire cafeteria went dead silent and Harry shifted his gaze from you (OK, so maybe it WAS on you?) to Sally.

“I can beat her up for you,” Niall, one of Harry’s jock friends offered quietly. You internally shuddered, Niall was buff and rude and always copied off your calculus homework.

“No, no,” Harry mumbled under his breath. Then he addressed the rest of the cafeteria, hollering, “Nothing to see here!”

Soon, the broken chatter and clinking of plastic silverware returned to the room, since what Harry said was pretty much law. You sighed in relief, thinking the humiliation was over until Harry grabbed your hand and pulled you with him.

“Harry,” you murmured, trying to shake his hand off yours. People were staring and you really didn’t like stares.

“It’s OK, just follow me,” Harry smiled down at you. He looked so nice when he smiled and you hadn’t noticed until now. His lips quirked up more on one side than the other and he had these adorable, tiny dimples. You quickly looked away, hopefully before he noticed your gaze. Eventually, he pushed through the cafeteria doors and stopped outside.

“So, um, what’s up?” You asked shyly.

“Nothing much,” he said, looking away. “It’s just Niall told me you were really smart or something and I kind of need help in math…”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” you shrugged, hoping not to show your disappointment. Of course Harry didn’t actually want to talk to you. Everyone only used you for your brain, although most, like Niall, didn’t have the respect to ask for your help and simply cheated off you, so Harry’s politeness was rare and nice to come across.

“I’ll see you in math then, yeah?” he grinned. You nodded and scurried back to Sally.

“So, was it steamy?” she winked.


“Alright everyone! The test will be next Tuesday, so I’m going to give you some time to study!” your math teacher announced halfway through the period. Harry was quick to scoot a chair up to your desk.

“Hi, so what can I help you with?” you asked sweetly. You didn’t really mind helping people as long as they didn’t treat you like a doormat, which Harry hadn’t so far.

“Yeah, so these cosine graphs literally make no sense,” he chuckled. You nodded and proceeded to explain the basic skeleton of the graphs to him as well as providing examples of ways to transform them.

“Thank you so much, you’re literally amazing, babe,” Harry smiled once you had completed your little “lesson”.

You blushed at the compliment. “Oh, it’s no problem really. You’re actually pretty good at math though, I’m sure you could have figured it out without me.”

“Maybe,” he smirked. “But I kinda wanted to hang out with you…” he trailed off.

“Oh,” you said simply.

“Yeah…” Wait, was Harry NERVOUS?

“Um, but you’ve never talked to me before?”

“I’ve wanted to since, like Freshman year really, I just didn’t know how to. You’ve always seemed so sweet and helpful and now I can say first-hand that you are.” You suddenly felt really guilty. Were you not welcoming to him?

“I never knew, Harry. I would’ve talked to you! I just didn’t know that you wanted to-”

“Shh, (Y/N), it’s fine,” Harry grinned at your nervousness. “But you could make it up to me?”


“Wanna go out Friday?” Did you? You didn’t even really know Harry until a few hours ago, but something just felt right when you were with him, like you’d been close for a lot longer than that.

“That’d be great.”


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