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Jealous Sanha Headcanons

Hi besties I ditched this blog for a while but I’m back and a friend wanted me to do headcanons for Sanha from ASTRO! So stream All Yours and enjoy I think!

When you had first started working at the local bakery in your town, you and your coworker Sanha had become friends almost immediately. You two found it easy to get along as you had many common interests that you could spend hours discussing to fill the time.

As the bakery didn’t get a lot of customers, and most of them were just regulars anyways, talking to Sanha became by far one of your favorite parts of your daily shifts. Cracking jokes and messing around in the kitchen became a part of the routine and despite the purely platonic bond that you two shared, you felt yourself develop feelings for him over time. 

Much to your dismay, you could never seem to figure out if Sanha felt the same. Even though he would giggle at your jokes and was you were no stranger to the way he would find little ways to touch your arms or pat you on the head during the day, you let yourself believe he did that with everyone. 

What you didn’t realize, was that Sanha was kicking himself trying to figure out the best way to tell you that he liked you. He hated the way that customers would flirt with you, and he hated the way you would just laugh along with them instead of shutting them down. He was trying his hardest to make it obvious that he was interested in you without outright saying it, but you weren’t taking the hints.

On one particularly slow day in the bakery, you and Sanha were the only employees in the shop. You two followed your similar routine of cracking jokes and fooling around for probably too long before you got started with your tasks for the day. However, what wasn’t part of the routine was a good looking man walking into the bakery.

Sanha was busy rolling pastries and had sent you out to help him without even looking up. As you tidied up your apron and made your way to the front of the store to help what you assumed was a regular, Sanha continued to busy himself in the kitchen. 

Around fifteen minutes went by before he realized that you were still helping the customer. It’s not that he was concerned for your safety, but usually the older couples that came in knew what they wanted and were gone within a few minutes. He decided to go out and check on you, to see if you needed any help.

“Oh hey Sanha! Come and meet Jake!” You called as you saw him make his way out from the kitchen. He hated the way he saw you giggle at Jake’s jokes. After all, you were only supposed to laugh like that at his jokes.

Sanha dusted off his apron, put on his best smile, and moved over to shake Jakes hand. In hindsight, he probably shook it a little bit too aggressively, but he couldn’t figure out why his mind was clouded with such anger.

He managed to introduce himself before his jealousy started to kick in. “Yeah, me and y/n used to date in high school” Jake had started saying.

Sanha could hear y/n say something in response, but he wasn’t fully paying attention to what she was saying. Instead he was focused on Jake’s body language. He didn’t like the way his eyes traveled up and down y/n’s body. The way his gaze never quite made it to her eyes when she was talking. She at least deserved that much, the basic respect of eye contact. 

Just as Sanha was starting to refocus his attention to the conversation at hand, Jake cut y/n in the middle of her sentence to begin talking about his latest work endeavor. This guy was really starting to piss him off. At first he thought it was just the fact that he had dated y/n, but no. He was just an asshole.

Almost as soon as Sanha had this thought, his mouth opened. “As interesting as all of that sounds, y/n and I really have to get back to work. We’re running behind enough as it is.” 

Jake’s eyes clouded over at this. Sanha wasn’t sure if he was going to make a snarky comment, or just accept it and leave. To be honest, he was a little bit intimidated. 

Instead, Jake turned to y/n and said, “Well, we’ll have to meet up again some time to catch up for real, I’ll text you!” And turned to leave the store.

As soon as the door closed y/n rushed back into the kitchen almost singing her gratefulness.

“Oh thank god you got rid of him! I thought I was going to have to talk for hours. He was always like that in high school too, he never shut up.” 

“I’m just surprised you dated someone like him anyways.” Sanha blurted before he could stop himself.

You paused and turned to look at him, “What does that mean, Sanha?” 

Sanha panicked, he didn’t want her to take it the wrong way, but she genuinely deserved so much better than that guy anyway. She deserved someone that actually wanted to hear her speak, and cared about what she had to say. They were equals, after all.

He decided to be honest, “Nothing bad! I just think that you deserve someone who doesn’t cut you off to talk about themselves every five minutes.” And to dig himself even deeper into the hole he already wasn’t getting out of, he mumbled to himself, “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

His ears burned as he realized what he had said out loud, and by the time he managed to look up from the pastry he was so intently working on, you were already looking at him with a smirk on your face.

“Oh you wouldn’t would you?” 

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Ron Weasley Comforting You When You’re Sad Headcanons

Author’s Note: Hiiii! Feel free to leave requests for any Harry Potter characters! I write for most of them <3

While Ron was always credited as being the worst at comforting others in the Weasley household, he had a certain way with you.

Maybe it was because you were both so similar that he knew exactly what to do, or maybe it was simply because you were both so close but Ron somehow always knew when you were upset and he somehow always knew the perfect remedy for it.

One of his favorite ways to cheer you up was always to sneak you into the kitchens after curfew at Hogwarts so that the school elves could make you two a warm cup of hot chocolate.

And he was always patient with you, if you wanted to talk he would absolutely let you. But sometimes you just wanted to sit and listen to him talk about his day so that he could distract you, and he was perfectly fine with that too.

You two would sit and talk for hours about anything and everything in the kitchen and it was one of your favorite things to do with Ron.

It was also a definite way to make you feel better. 

Another one of Ron’s favorite tactics was making you laugh. He always knew the funniest one-liners to make you finally crack a smile when you were in a bad mood.

If you two were sat in potions, he would make a snarky remark about Snape which would usually cost Gryffindor a few house points but Ron could not care less about some stupid house competition if it meant you were smiling.

Sometimes though, Ron knew that you just needed some old fashioned comfort, and that was always fine by him too.

Whether it was simply snuggling up by the fire in the Gryffindor common room and being in each others arms, or a really deep and comforting hug, Ron was always the best person for that job.

You loved the way the smell of cinnamon and autumn leaves would fill your nostrils when he embraced you.

And even just that feeling alone was enough to shake whatever negative thoughts or feelings you had had leading up to that moment.

During the summer though, Ron comforting you would usually end up in the two of you trying your hardest to sneak out of the Burrow which housed way to many people and way too many light sleepers.

You would sneak out to the large oak tree that was in his yard and sit under the stars for hours just enjoying each others presence. 

As much as you loved sitting in the kitchen this was your favorite way to spend your time as it would usually end in you two sneaking back into Ron’s room and staying in each others arms until the sun rose.

That was what you loved about Ron. His presence was simply enough.

You never had to go through the awkward phase of talking it out and coming up with the right words to say, because God knows Ron was never good at that.

He was just there to listen if you needed it, but more importantly he was just there in general for you.

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can you pls do going to the yule ball with draco headcanons because he was paid dust in that scene

The way I let this sit in my inbox for like two months because I a. do not know how to write Draco and B. do not know how to write dances I am so sorry. Update: BYE THIS IS SO BAD IM SORRY

Draco Malfoy was usually known for his cocky and arrogant attitude which most students hated him for, but when had had asked you to be his date to the Yule Ball you couldn’t find any of those things in him.

He had let all of that go in order to convince you to go to the Yule Ball with him, especially since you were a Gryffindor and god forbid a Slytherin were to accompany a Gryffindor.

But, after all the Yule Ball was a time for unity, and maybe Draco Malfoy wasn’t all that bad after all. 

You had stressed for days about what to wear but decided on a simple dress that you knew would suit you no matter what and once the time came, Draco was waiting outside your common room door to walk you to the dance. 

What surprised you the most was how gentlemanly he acted throughout the whole thing. Of course, you were his date, but he looked genuinely happy to be taking you to the dance despite whatever prejudices Slytherins usually hold against their “opposite” house. 

He was a better dancer than you had ever assumed as well. Coming from such a proper family, you probably shouldn’t have expected anything less but the way he whisked you around the dance floor made you swoon more than you thought it would.

You loved the way your hand fit inside his hand and the way his other hand rested on the small of your back just enough to support you as you swayed. 

And when the slower songs came on, the way he let you put your arms around his neck and rest your head on his shoulder. And you could feel his voice vibrate through as he hummed softly to the music around you. 

You had completely forgotten about the expectations that Gryffindors were expected to uphold when around Slytherins and were simply happy to be in his presence and to spend time with him without the pressure that was usually surrounding you.

It gave you a new appreciation for Draco himself, maybe he wasn’t the image he made himself out to be, maybe he was better than that. 

And as the night came to an end and he dropped you back off to your common room, he grabbed your wrist just as you were about to turn away.

You had looked up at him confused but he had only smiled and planted his lips on yours for just a few seconds before looking back at you again with an even bigger smile and muttering, “Goodnight, y/n” 

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Hi can i get an edward scissorhands fanfic where edward is literally SO touched starved and wants to be around u but he is too much of a cinnamon to tell u? He wants little forehead kisses too ;u; thanks if you ended up reading this :)

Hiiii! Sorry if this is totally bad I’m really bad at writing these kinds of headcanons but here you go! <3

Edward had never been in any kind of relationship before being with you, so it came as no surprise that he wasn’t always the best at communicating how he was feeling.

Even though his love language was definitely touch, he never knew how to tell you that. And you being you, never wanted to overstep any boundaries in case he had any that he hadn’t told you about.

Regardless, you did your best to show him in any way that you could that you loved him and cared so deeply about him.

You would often greet him with forehead kisses since hugging him was not always the easiest. And besides, you loved giving him forehead kisses as he had all kinds of cuts and scars all over his face that you just wanted to nurture away.

Even though Edward didn’t know how to tell you, he absolutely adored your forehead kisses. You greeting him with one was his favorite part of any day. 

No matter how mean people had been to him that day, or whatever bad thing might have happened to him, all of that melted away as soon as you pressed your lips to his forehead.

And despite whatever self conscious thoughts he might have about the scars on his face or forehead, he knew that you thought nothing bad of them and that made him feel better than he could ever tell you. 

He would lean into you so deeply when you kissed his forehead, and wordlessly, you knew that he loved them more than he could ever say.

That was the thing about Edward, even if he wasn’t always the best at communicating the way he felt, you could read his body language so well to know what he wanted to say. 

That’s why you two worked so well together, you had this way of communicating with each other without saying anything at all.

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omg pls do smth like ron and reader doing / painting their nails together!! sobbing rn

hiii! Sorry it took so long for me to write these! I hope you like them! <3

Even though Harry and Hermione routinely poked fun at Ron for it, one of his favorite things to do with you was paint his nails. 

They never meant it in a mean way, it was just simply outside of his character to do things like this.

It even took you a while to convince him to let you paint his nails, but after you did it the first time you found him coming back asking for a touch up every time the nail polish had rubbed off.

You loved the way Ron looked with his nails painted. At first it would just be a simple coat of black polish, but soon after that it he would ask for different colors and patterns depending on the occasion.

Both of your favorite times to paint your nails was for Quidditch matches. He would love to sport red and yellow nails when he came out onto the pitch for Quidditch games. It eventually caught on and the whole Gryffindor team would paint their nails.

You two would love to settle down in the Gryffindor common room by the fire after a long evening of studying and do each other’s nails. It was the best thing for both of you to relax once you were done writing a long essay for potions or studying a particularly difficult charm.

Even though Ron wasn’t exactly the best at painting nails and yours always came out more on the messier side, you didn’t mind cleaning them up slightly while he looked away. And sometimes you would leave them messy anyways simply because Ron had painted them and you loved them no matter what. 

At first Ron would hate to sit still during it, he would wriggle around and try to eat whatever food was laying around while you were painting each finger, but after a few times he warmed up to the idea of it and would sit patiently watching your focused expression as you tried to do each finger as neatly as possible.

He loved the way your eyebrows scrunched ever so slightly and you would bite your lip absentmindedly as you tried to make sure all of the polish stayed inside the line of the nail. 

He also loved to hum softly as you painted. Not to fill the silence, as it was always comfortable but he knew how much you loved to hear his voice and feel his presence. You loved the way his voice sounded when he hummed and the way it seemed to vibrate into his hands as you held them to paint.

When Ron painted your nails he loved to hold your hands as he did it. Even though his painting wasn’t the best, he would rotate your hand in his and inspect it carefully acting as if he really knew what you were doing. This would always cause you to burst into laughter and usually mess up whatever clean lines he might have been making.

It was okay though, because you two loved just simply being in the presence of one another and spending time together.

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hi everyone! :)

so i’m taking requests for anything you want written for:

- ron weasley

- draco malfoy

- most other harry potter characters haha

- edward scissorhands

- mad hatter

i’ll try my best to fulfill all your requests!!

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Dating Ron Weasley Would Include

A/N: I never see anything about Ron on here and I need more Ron content so I’m writing it myself :)

Dating Ron would include long summers at the burrow once the school year had let out. 

You guys would spend hours out in the grass working on your Hogwarts summer work at Molly Weasley’s request, which would just result in pretending to the work done while you mess around and eat the food that you had both snuck out of the kitchen.

As the summer progressed you would both be on the receiving end of quite a few famous Weasley twin pranks, to which you two would plan your own half-assed attempt to get them back.

While you were planning your pranks on the Weasley twins you would be distracted by watching Ron’s face and body language and he worked harder on the details of the Prank than he did on his own schoolwork. 

You would take in the freckles on his face and the way his hair was never the same two days in a row because he didn’t bother to style it, or even brush it most days. This wasn’t a bad thing, he always pulled it off, and it was just another thing you loved about him. 

You would notice the way his voice got deeper and raspier as he talked to himself, probably without even realizing it. So focused, as he went through the details of the plan.

You would get so lost in watching him that he would end up getting mad at you for not focusing on the plan. “Blood Hell, come on! They’re going to beat us to the prank if we don’t hurry up and finish this!” he would say, and you would just laugh in response.

When it was time to board the Hogwarts Express again, you and Ron would have competitions to see who could guess the flavor of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans the fastest. Much to Harry and Hermione’s dismay, this would usually end up in you screaming at each other over who had guessed the fastest, and Harry would end up acting as referee.

Once you two had gone through the entire box of jelly beans, you would cuddle up together and look out the window in preparation for the coming year. Even though Ron acted like he didn’t like PDA towards the beginning of the relationship, he secretly loved every minute of it that you two shared.

Especially in the Gryffindor common room after everyone else had gone to sleep. You two would spend hours by the fire in the hours after midnight just simply enjoying each other’s presence. 

Working on homework was always and experience with Ron as well, as he never wanted to do it, even though he knew he had to. He would do everything in his power to distract you from whatever potions essay you were working on for Professor Snape. 

And once the Holiday’s came around, you knew for sure that Molly would make you and Ron and the rest of the gang Christmas sweaters with your first initials neatly knitted onto them. This was always your favorite Christmas present because somehow it always managed to smell like the burrow, almost as if someone had charmed it to. And that smell reminded you of home more than your own home did.

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please do feeding edward scissorhands headcannons

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ok actually posted now 😎

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Feeding Edward Scissorhands Headcanons

Obviously with Edwards hands he had a hard time actually eating the food that was given to him so graciously. Big things he could sometimes managed to eat without too much trouble, but when it came to literally anything else he needed a little bit of help.

Edward hated people taking care of him. Of course, he knew it came from the kindness of your heart but he hated to feel like a burden and just be another responsibility for you to take care of.

However, you wanted nothing than to make sure that he was taken care of and comfortable. Sometimes if you thought about it enough you could make your heart hurt because of how much you just wanted to be there for him. And helping him to eat was no exception.

You loved sitting down for dinner with him so you two could talk about your day and you could hear Edward tell you about some of the beautiful designs he had done in the neighbors lawns. And even though he never really spoke too much, you loved the way his eyes brightened when he talked about it because you knew he was happy to make other people happy. 

You would alternate between eating a little bit off your plate and then asking Edward if he wanted anything to eat because you didn’t want to smother him too much when feeding him. 

You always tried to make sure that when you made dinner there was at least something that he could eat on his own, because you knew that he liked to at least be able to do something for himself. 

Sometimes when he would have a bad day he wouldn’t let you help him at all, those were days that you hated. You understood that it was hard for him to accept help sometimes, especially when people would give him a hard time. But nevertheless, it made you so upset to see him struggle to pick something up with his hands purely because he didn’t want to burden you.

You made sure to remind him as often as possible that you wanted to help him. And you really did, sitting for dinner was one of your favorite parts of the day. You never really even saw it as “helping” him, it was just a part of your routine and something that helped you unwind after a stressful day.

Authors Note: lmaooo I do not how to use this app and it SHOWS but thanks for actually enjoying these omg I always get so nervous about posting them! Also sorry this one is kind of short, I might come back and revisit the idea later when I have a few more ideas for it!

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please do feeding edward scissorhands headcannons

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edit: i’m stupid i didnt post the right one LMAO

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Protecting Edward From the Neighborhood Headcanons

It was obvious that Edward was having a hard time adjusting to “normal” life in the neighborhood. And it was obvious that he never would be able to fully adjust given his predicament. But you just didn’t understand why people in the neighborhood had to give him such a hard time. Sure, at first you had had your reservations about him, but once you had gotten to know him you came to find out that he was one of the nicest people you had ever met.

He spent so much time trying to make sure that everyone else was happy, or at least not disappointed in him that he practically made himself sick. And while that was more than enough for you, people still insisted on making his life more difficult than it ever needed to be, and you hated them for it. How hard was it for them to just mind their own business and leave him alone?

The worst part is, Edward always ended up with the blame placed on him. Even though you know that he would never do anything to hurt anyone purposefully, he quite literally couldn’t help it when people attacked and harassed him. Jim and his friends knew that too, and they would use that to their advantage more often than not.

Because of this, you tried to be around him as often as possible, but it was becoming obvious that Edward wanted his own space so that he could be independent. After a careful deliberation, more so on your part than his, you decided that maybe giving him some freedom might help. Edward wanted to prove that he could help and deep down you knew it was because he felt like he bothered you by needing help all the time. 

While this couldn’t be farther from the truth, you knew that there was nothing you could say or do to convince him. The truth was, there was nothing that Edward could do that would ever bother you in the slightest. And even if you came across as smothering, you just wanted to make sure that he was safe and taken care of.

As Edward began adjusting to a little bit more independence, you could tell something was off. Even though he was usually quiet and withdrawn, you could tell he was even more so now. It just seemed that emotionally he wasn’t really there with you when you spent time with him. You had your suspicions of what was going on when you weren’t around, but you knew he would never tell you if something really was happening. 

The problem was, that every time you tried to bring it up in conversation with him he would shut down even more. You knew that he would never outright ask for help, but you could see through him that people were upsetting him and you knew that you wanted to do something about it. You really didn’t want to follow him around because you knew that it would make him uncomfortable, but you decided that it was worth his momentary anger with you if he was safe in the long run.

The next day, you followed him around like a lost puppy, despite his obvious annoyance. You sat near him as he tended to the neighbors lawns, and you weren’t sure if it was because of your presence but nothing seemed to happen for the most part of the day.

It wasn’t until the high school down the road let out of school for the day and you and Edward began to head home for the day. You saw them immediately as you rounded the corner on to your street. You were so close to making it home when Jim and his friends cornered you two by the stop sign.

You knew that Jim and his friends wouldn’t do anything to you, but your own safety was the least of your concerns right now because you didn’t know what they might to do Edward. As you looked over to him you could see him growing nervous and it made your heart hurt as you realized what Jim had put him through.

As Jim and his friends Sauntered over, you instinctively stood in front of Edward which made them snicker at you. In hindsight, you knew it probably did look silly that you were trying to protect him but you couldn’t help it, and Edward wouldn’t protect himself so you if you had to be the one to step in you would.

As they approached you could hear the comments that they were making and you could feel Edward physically flinch behind you. Mustering up as much courage as you could, you looked Jim plainly in the eyes and told him to keep walking. That did little good, as he stopped laughing at a comment his friend had made about Edward and turned to you. “Protecting him now are you?” He sneered. 

Edward stayed silent and you could feel him grow more and more tense as the situation progressed. You really didn’t want to stress him out but you needed to put a stop to this before things got out of hand. You laughed at Jim’s comment and turned your attention back to him. “Please, you know Edward could kill you if he wanted right? He’s just minding his own business why can’t you see that?” 

To your surprise, at the mention of Edward being more dangerous than Jim, he seemed to shut down. He muttered something about Edward being a freak and didn’t know what to do after that. “Okay so are we good then? You’ll leave him alone? He’s done nothing to you Jim, you know that.” You continued, hoping he’d agree.

You knew this wasn’t over, but as they started to walk away you couldn’t help but to feel a sense of pride that you had managed to de-escalate the situation without Edward getting hurt.

You looked at Edward and saw him begin to relax. You wanted to tell him that he should stand up for himself and not let people treat him that way. But from the look he was giving you, you think he already knew that deep down. Instead you brought him into a hug and simply told him you were proud of him, just as you tried to do everyday.

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Falling In Love With Mad Hatter Headcanons

You couldn’t even begin to name all the different things you loved Tarrant for. Sure, you could try but it would take you hours and you’d never be able to organize everything in a way that would make sense. All you knew was that there was something you loved in everything he did no matter what.

Whether it was the ways he would randomly interrupt his own conversations with random silly little riddles and questions. Even the questions that he didn’t even know the answers to himself, you loved any insight that you could get into his mind. You would often pause to laugh whenever he would ask these questions, not in a spiteful way. You just simply loved the way he was so open with himself that he’d let his mind wander aloud like that.

Or the way that he was so passionate about his profession. You always knew that hatting people was his passion in life and his favorite thing in the whole world. You loved the way that his eyes would light up whenever he was talking about a project that he was going to pursue or an idea that he wanted to try out on someone. He never took any client lightly and every knew customer would take up all of his time and effort until he had created the perfect accessory for them to wear for the occasion of their choosing.

You also loved the eccentric manner in which he dressed. Of course, everyone in Underland had such a way to themselves but Tarrant always managed to stand out in a crowd and it was one of your absolute favorite things about him. The way his pants flared out at the ankles to show whatever mismatched socks he was wearing that day. Or the lace trim around his sleeves that flared wildly as he waved his arms around in the way that he did when he talked excitedly. 

You loved the way his eyes changed colors as his mood changed and he got excited about things. They would quite literally light up and dim down as the conversation shifted. And to see his eyes shift up to be a bright and happy shade was one of your favorite parts of any conversation with him no matter what.

There were so many more things you could dote over as well, but the list just never seems to end for you. The way that he regards everyone in Underland as one of his own personal friends, and the way that he’s so passionate about them too. He would quite literally do anything for his friends as long as it meant that in the end they would be happy. You knew that there was nothing more important to him in life than making sure that his friends and family were safe and taken care of, and that was just one of many reasons that you could never stop loving him.

In the end, there were simply too many reasons that you could list as to why you loved Tarrant Hightopp. But it didn’t matter, because he knew that you loved him more than anything in Underland and beyond and you knew that he felt just the same.

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Doing the Mad Hatter’s Makeup Headcanons

Even before dating the Hatter, the first thing that had drawn you to him was the eccentric way that he wore his makeup. Even in Underland, where everyone dresses all different sorts of strange, he managed to stand out. And that was one of the many things you loved about him. The little lash lines that he drew underneath his eyes, and the way the his makeup never quite matched the clothes that he was wearing were all things that drew you towards him. 

Once you two became closer and eventually began dating, it had become part of your routine to see what different kinds of makeup you could do the Hatter to match his outfits every day. You never changed it too much from the way that he would wear it, simply because you loved the way he looked in it so much, but it was always fun to experiment.

When you first started doing it, you were too nervous to even ask. After all, he was The Hatter for the White Queen, he had to look his best all of the time. In fact, the way that you had begun doing his makeup for him in the first place was entirely an accident. One morning he had been in a rush to get out the door and had asked you for help so he wouldn’t be late for a hatting appointment. You remembered the panicked look he gave you as he never wanted to disappoint his clients. Of course, he never could. He was the best hatter there was, but he was never sure of that.

You had led him into the kitchen and sat him down at the table with all of his paints and pens strewn around and began working. First you started with the white paint that he always wore. You weren’t really sure why he wore it, but you loved the way it made his green eyes pop even more against his skin. In true Mad Hatter fashion, he couldn’t sit still the entire time that you tried to help him, so the process probably took longer than it would have done if he had tried to do it himself.

Getting the white base was surprisingly the hardest part of the task. For you wanted to make sure that it stayed even, and Hatter, out of nerves, kept talking and fidgeting. In the end, you spent more time trying to get him to calm down than you did actually applying the paint. But once you were done with that you got to move on to your favorite part.

Applying the makeup to Hatter’s eyes was always your favorite part, you loved the way his face relaxed as you applied the shadows and you knew that he truly felt safe with you. On that particular day, you had done your best to keep his makeup exactly how he would normally do it. You kept the vibrant magenta shades that he would normally do, and added the white lash lines that always made his eyes look so much wider. 

As you finished on his makeup, you could tell that Hatter was really starting to calm down and feel more like himself now. He fidgeted less and began to tell you his ideas for how he wanted to hat the client that he was going to meet. You loved to hear his plans for hatting new clients, as it really gave you an idea as to how his mind works. He could ramble for hours about the logistics and practicalities of using different hats for different occasions and places. You understood very early on why people would refer to him as the “Mad” Hatter, but you loved him all the more for it.