Harry can’t stop
staring. His breakfast is forgotten. Malfoy’s hair is blue.
“Harry! Harry? What
are you – “
answers Hermione without looking away.
Ron pauses midway through a mouth of potato.
explains again, “He – Look what he did.”
Hermione’s eyes remain
fixed on Harry. “Don’t you think you need to stop obsessing over him? The war
is over. We’re all on the same side.”
“No, look what he did
to his hair!” Harry all but shouts. MALFOY’S HAIR IS BLUE.
Hermione and Ron
finally follow Harry’s gaze to the Slytherin table to Draco Malfoy, blue hair
“That is surprising,”
“Maybe someone cursed
him?” Ron suggests.
“I hope not,” Hermione
frowns. “Like he doesn’t have enough to deal with – his mother is being retried
constricts. “That’s this week?”
“Yes, Harry. I thought
you were the one stalking him?”
“Well he has been
sadder than usual. He’s been eating cereal since last Friday which is odd as he
almost always goes for – what?” Harry stops at the looks Hermione and Ron are giving him.
Hermione shakes her
head. “I was being facetious, Harry. I can’t believe you’re stalking him
“I’m not stalking,”
Harry clarifies, focusing his attention solely on Hermione and Ron to prove his
point. Which is difficult when MALFOY’S HAIR IS BLUE. “I’m just observant.”
Hermione smiles wickedly
and Harry already knows he’s stuffed before she opens her mouth. “Okay, then
what do I usually eat for breakfast?”
Harry tries to eye her
plate discreetly but she already has her hand covering it. He desperately tries
to remember what she’d been eating only seconds earlier. “Uh….uh…”
“That’s what I
“I’m not stalking
Malfoy,” Harry tries again.
Ron sniggers into his
morning omelette. “Sure, mate.”
Hermione rests her
head in her hands (revealing her breakfast of poached eggs). “Why don’t you go
over there and ask him?”
“Ask him what?”
Hermione closes her
eyes in obvious exasperation. “Why his
hair is blue.”
“I can’t – “
“Mate, just go,”
Interrupts Ron, now with a mouthful of tomato. “You’re going to be like this
all day if you don’t.”
Malfoy looks up in
surprise as Harry approaches, his cereal spoon hovering above his bowl. “Potter?”
“Malfoy.” Harry nods.
He tries not to stare so openly at Malfoy’s hair but…it’s BLUE.
Malfoy drops his spoon
and pushes the cereal away. He stares at Harry suspiciously. “Are you lost?”
“No, I – why is your
hair blue?” Harry blurts out, unable to hold it in any longer.
One of Malfoy’s hands
automatically jumps to his hair, as if he’d forgotten the colour for a moment.
After the initial surprise, Malfoy’s turns defensive. “You got a problem with
it?” He asks.
“No, not at all. It’s
just – never mind. Forget I asked.” What was he thinking? What were Hermione
and Ron thinking sending him over here? He turns to leave.
“it’s poetic, Potter.”
Harry turns back to
Malfoy shrugs, and
looks down into his cereal bowl. “I’m feeling blue. I dyed my hair to match. It
made sense last night after the second bottle of firewhiskey.”
Harry considers this. “Your
mother?” He asks, softly.
“Yes,” Malfoy says
into his cereal.
“Do you – I mean,
would you – would it help if I came with you?” Oh Merlin, did Harry really just say
Malfoy looks up,
sharply. “Why would you want to do that?”
Harry feels his cheeks
reddening. “Your mother saved my life,” he offers, which is true at least, but only a small part of his real motivation.
“Of course,” Malfoy
says with a polite nod. Is Harry reading into it or does he seem…disappointed?
“And you might
A small smile plays on
the corner of Malfoy’s mouth. “I have friends, Potter.”
“Right, I didn’t mean
to say – it’s just – I’d like to be there. For both of you.”
Malfoy tilts his head
and looks Harry over with a curious gaze. This only makes Harry blush harder.
“Okay,” Malfoy finally
says, “You can come.” He picks up his spoon and returns his attention to his
Harry can’t stop
staring. His breakfast is forgotten. Malfoy’s hair is green.
“Go ask him, already.”
Malfoy looks up. This
time he doesn’t seem surprised. “Potter. What brings you here?”
“You know what.”
Malfoy smirks. “Enlighten
Harry stares at Malfoy’s
hair. “Why green?”
Malfoy shrugs. “Just
felt like it.”
Harry frowns. He
wonders whether Malfoy’s being entirely truthful. “That’s not very poetic,” he
“His eyes are as green
as a fresh pickled toad,” Malfoy whispers.
“His hair is as dark
as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he’s really divine, the hero who conquered
the Dark Lord,” Malfoy continues with a shy smile. “Poetic enough for you?”
Harry feels himself
“Maybe I should have
gone pink to match your face,” Malfoy suggests with a wink. Merlin, Harry might
“You remembered the po
“I wrote the poem,”
Harry frowns “But I
always thought Ginny – “
Malfoy shakes his
“Does that mean you –
that you used to – “
Malfoy interrupts with
a roll of his eyes. “Like you?”
Harry gulps. “Yeah.”
“I thought that was
Harry feels like his
knees might buckle at any moment. This is really happening. He runs a hand
through his hair nervously. “And now?” he asks.
Malfoy raises his eyebrows, a playful smirk on his lips. “I thought that
was also obvious, Harry.”
And just to be an infuriating bastard, Malfoy chooses this moment to
dust himself off and leave the Great Hall, with one last wink at Harry.
Harry wants to follow but he thinks his legs may have turned into jelly. He
has to grip the table tightly just to keep himself standing.
Harry can’t stop
staring. Breakfast never stood a chance. Malfoy’s hair is pink.
He doesn’t even bother
to take a seat at his own table, instead heading straight over to the Slytherin
side of the Great Hall.
Malfoy watches him as
he approaches with a smug smile. “Pot – “
Harry interrupts by leaning
down and smashing his mouth onto Malfoy’s, his hands reaching out to finally run
through that gorgeous hair. The entire Great Hall is watching and Harry’s face is
on fire, but none of that matters, because Draco Malfoy is kissing him back.
you know how cas' hair never turns gray cause hes an angel / they make misha dye it. what if the last season in the last few episodes, they let misha grow it out and its the starting point of cas giving up being an angel to be with dean. dean: cas i think you age is finally showing. cas: *touches his hair and smiles* yeah, thats what happens. dean: i thought angels dont age in their vessels? cas: they dont. dean: *is quiet* cas: im not an angel anymore. i want to be here, with you
So today (4/29/2017) I went to the Yuri on Ice Yuri on Stage event. To clarify though, I was not at the actual Tokyo event, rather a live viewing at a local movie theater. Which of course does alter the experience but it’s the next best thing. At first I thought the theater was only doing the afternoon session, but very last minute I ended up being able to attend both!
I promise. This started out as just doodling Shiro… and then the idea invaded my brain and held me hostage unless I made bleach blonde Kuron a reality. He is here. You can pry him from my cold, dead hands!
Oh my god. I just physically flinched because when the big-name Youtubers who played Undertale will probably also pick up Hiveswap, especially since it’s so cheap, and I do not want to see discourse over Youtuber trollsonas.
I do not want to see people arguing whether Troll!Markiplier would have pink blood (wharfstache is pink! And he’s Mark icon!) or mutant red (he dyed his hair red!! Come on!! that counts!!).
I do not want to read about people trying to come up with reasons for troll!Jacksepticeye to have lime green blood even though that caste is extinct.
I do not want to even hear about Matpat putting troll horns on EVERY. SINGLE. PERSON. in his Hiveswap videos.
I also desperately want all of this to happen, because I want to see the world burn.
Shirtless, Senior year, ok-about-his-scars, bandanna-wearing Captain Neil. Here we see the results of Neil having possibly channeled all his nervous energy- re:Andrew being away- into gym time and runs.
Idk I drew this at work. Stealthily. So my coworkers can’t guess how gay I am.
Lance had a game as a child, being
the middle child. He really didn’t get too much attention from anyone except
for the stray little one or two. Or when something drastic happened to him,
like a broken limb or something. Which is why he created the game. Whenever he
would talk, and he would notice someone not listening. He’d say something
crazy. He’d remembered one time specifically. He was maybe eight at the time.
With a gap-toothed grin and a mint green band-aid on his cheek as he babbled to
his mother. Wild hand gestures and crazy exaggerations as she chopped vegetables
at the stove. He remembered her nodding along, humming ‘yes’s and ‘okay dear’s
every so often as he paused.
“Hey Mama, I’m going to go off to
war and break my arm, okay? A hum.
“Okay mijo, go have fun.” Lance
frowned before he stumbled off. Later that day he did actually break his arm.
His friend’s mom had to call the ambulance and Lance’s mother hadn’t even know
he was at the hospital when his friend’s mother drove him home and talked to
Lance’s mother herself. Lance had smiled as he was smothered with attention and
love from Garcia’s mother. But, it wasn’t his mother’s attention. It wasn’t the
attention he wanted.
They’d never notice.
Even when he went off to Garrison,
the game continued. Telling instructors he was going to go clubbing. Or that he
was off to become a rebel fighter. Giving loud, exuberant stories about sailing
the seas. Hell. He told his best friend Hunk he was going to go throw himself
off the Garrison room. All he got was a absent minded smile and a ‘okay, see
you at curfew.’ Lance wasn’t even sure Hunk had heard the leaving part.
Then he was a paladin. One of five
defender of the universe, fighting an intergalactic war. He was the first one
chosen in over ten thousand years. And still, when he’d make jokes, or give his
serious opinions. No one heard him. After so many years of the same game, he’d
finally gotten bored. So, Lance did the only logical thing.
Change up the rules.
Allura was one of the few who
noticed him, so she helped him out with his little game. Smiled when he told
her the rules. How he’d say crazy things to see if someone was listening.
Except for now, just like that one time when he was eight. He’d actually do
them. And see how long it took for them to notice the changes.
First was with Pidge, he’d sat in a
room with her for three hours. Talking loudly and in great detail about the new
blue highlights he was going to get in his hair when they stopped off in the
next planet. How they’d be blue and teal and he was going to look like a god
damn gorgeous fucking mermaid. Pidge only ignored him, only noticing and
greeting him with a ‘huh?’ after three hours of Lance talking. The reason she
noticed him was because Allura had entered the room and called his name.
He’d gotten his hair dyed on that
planet, just as he said he would. And no one noticed.
The next one was his first ear piercings,
he had been sparring with Keith, spouting nonsense as they fought in hand to
hand combat. Lance was losing pretty much the entire time. But Lance knew that
wasn’t anything new. Keith barely could tell the difference from fighting a
training bot from fighting Lance. He got his piercing the very next day. Allura
had done them herself. After one of their self-care and venting sessions.
And it just spiraled from there.
Hunk was cooking one day as Lance was drawing and talking about a tattoo of the
ocean themed Lion he was going to get to cover most of his upper left arm.
Shiro was his verbal bouncy wall for both his right eyebrow piercings. Pidge,
that was his tongue piercing. Keith caused his lip piercings, both of them.
Hunk had driven him for the belly button piercing. Shiro had gotten him the
star tattoos on the corner of his right eye. It was fun yeah, Lance loved the
little changes in himself. Each one gave him confidence in his appearance, but
they also hurt him.
It was like a reminder. Each thing
he got was a time he was ignored. Rejected and alone. There were like constant
reminders of his failings to get the attention he craved. Even Allura was
getting agitated. Assuring him that she always noticed when he added the more noticeable
things, and being surprised and often delighted and intrigued to see the more
obscure and hidden changes. Lance always smiled when she fiddled with his new piercings,
buying him new shiny ones that she matched with her own ear piercings, when she
admired the progress he made in training, or when she traced his new tattoos
with delicate nails. In return he always helped to braid her hair, painted her
nails. Hell, he’d learned how to speak Altean for her. She was like the doting
big sister he’d always wanted. He’d always craved to have.
Most of the time, it was able to
shove away all of the bad thoughts. Enough to stave off the personal demons
inside of him. Clawing at him and constantly nagging at him. Reminding him that
he was just a speck in the universe. That he could die one day, and there would
be not a single person to mourn his death or go to his funeral.
Those thoughts hurt. Until
eventually, they didn’t. Soon the buzzing thoughts became normal in the back of
his mind. Fading to silence as his excitement and live retreated in the castle.
Being reserved for celebrations on saved planets, or for the Alteans that paid
him attention and treated him like the family he saw them as. The paladins only
seeing the bored, indifferent side that Lance adopted to deal with the people
who no longer seemed to even care what he did.
At least, he thought they didn’t,
but by the time they did notice he didn’t care whether they did or not.
It was a planet with a higher rate
of gravity and magnetic activity. Gahtic’al or something? It wasn’t in a tongue
that Allura talked about very often, but Lance was sure he’d get it by the time
he meant the natives. The only thing he recognized as noteworthy was as Pidge
announced they’d have to get rid of any metal they carried on them. Lance’s
eyebrow raised up. His tongue running over and rubbing against the metal in his
mouth. He almost felt anxious. It’d been a while since his skin had been bare
of piercings. But, Lance knew he’d have to take them out as he watched even
Keith give up his knifes. Lance sighed as he stepped up.
His hands were already reaching to
his ears to take off his piercings in his ears when he felt eyes on him. Shiro
was gapping at him as he pulled more and more metal off of his face. Then
incredulous as Lance even pulled up his shirt to get off his belly button
piercing. Shiro studied Lance up and down. There was three holes in each of
Lance’s ears, one industrial bar, and two piercing holes in his right eyebrow.
Snake bites, a belly button piercing. Were those tattoos on his skin too?!
Shiro gaped. He. When? Lance. Who cared more about his skin and hair than he
cared about his health, had piercings and tattoos? And dye in his hair?! Shiro
looked around, seeing more dazed and staring paladins. Guessing he wasn’t the
only one who hadn’t noticed. Maybe it had happened recently? Shiro looked back
to Lance, who looked calm and relaxed. Shiro was in awe.
The boy looked so different. His
body was stronger than Shiro remembered it to be, it was still lean. But with
obvious strength, power, and muscle tone that didn’t compromise the litheness
of his figure. His hair was brown with shimmering hues of blue and teal that
framed his tan and tattooed skin perfectly. His face was set in a neutral
expression. Not unfriendly, more of a calm blankness that looked like it could
change into the most heart warming smile, or the scariest glare in the world.
With a sharp jawline and the soft glowing blue lights of the ship, Lance looked
striking, almost ethereal. With sharp royal blue eyes that were trained on a
smiling Allura. What the princess did next surprised Shiro.
“Lance, your tongue piercing too?”
Lance seemed to gauge her words for a moment before he got them. Immediately
sticking out that long tongue, revealing a thick black metal piercing straight
through Lance’s tongue. Causing Shiro to catch a noticeable shudder run through
Keith. Almost making him smirk. Keith always had a thing for the blue paladin.
And a thing for piercings. Keith had to be in heaven. But, how long had Lance
had these piercings? Was Shiro so caught up in training and leading that he
hadn’t notice so many drastic changes in one of his paladins? Lance grinned at
“Thanks princess.” Pidge was the
first one to talk, pointing accusingly at Lance.
“What?! When did this happen?!”
Lance quirked an eyebrow at Pidge, the expression on his face was friendly, but
didn’t hold that same joking light it once did. Now it just seemed like a cool
neutrality, as if he’d just noticed Pidge’s shock.
“What? The tongue piercing? I got
that…” Lance frowned and looked to Allura, [When did I get the tongue piercing again?]
Shiro gaped as fluid Altean language left Lance’s lips, as if he’d spoken the
language his whole life. The other paladins’ reactions were much the same as
Allura answered back.
[I’d say, eight months ago? Your
newest thing was the industrial bar, which was about six months ago, and the
tongue piercing was about two months before that. Didn’t you get it at that at
the market place on Shero’sic?] Lance nodded.
“Yup. I remember now. It was eight
months ago. Remember? Because I got it shortly after my face tattoos.” Allura
“Mmm, I still like your arm tattoo.
But the stars are quite quaint.” Lance’s fingers brushed the two small stars
just at the outer corner of his right eye. Bringing Shiro’s attention to the
little stars that almost looked like beauty marks next to Lance’s almost
glowingly blue eyes. Lance placed the peicings into a small bag for safe
keeping and handed them to Allura to put with their other metal objects while
they landed on the planet. Lance looked back at them expectantly.
“Well? Don’t we have a job to do?”
And Lance walked away from them with Allura, leaving four shocked and confused
paladins in his wake. Just what happened to their blue paladin? When had his
body changed so much. So drastically in front of them without notice? When had
he matured into such a strong young man? Calm and patient. The gleam and
innocence of a child no longer in his eyes.