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[mel-mel-melody]

good gods, melody was bored. it was a relatively nice day out, and here she was, lounging about the castle. this would not do. she made her way down to the docks and hoped her youngest sister, clara, would be on her yacht, for if anyone knew how to have fun, it would be clara. (’sidenote,’ melody thought to herself, ‘i want a boat or yacht or something.’) ‘you home, clar bear? melody called, hoping the answer would be yes./ft. @heirthrones​

[mel-mel-melody]

it was still winter in auradon, but today happened to be unseasonably warm, or at least mild, and that meant melody was able to get out of the castle for a bit and stroll the streets of the city. mel being mel, she made her way down to the docks, just to catch a glimpse of her beloved ocean. she began to regret it, though, as soon as she gazed upon captain hook nearby. it’s not like melody had anything against villains or vks, and besides, her own cousin was practically hook’s adopted child. but mel had never been alone with him before, and so wasn’t sure what to say now. ‘oh, uh, hi, captain,’ she stuttered as they met eyes. ‘how are you?’/ft. @wickdcores​

[mel-mel-melody]

lyric 

she  nods  excitedly  as  melody  figures  out  that  the  crown  came  from  harry.  ‘  yes,  he  even  did  clara’s  hair  for  her!  you’ll  have  to  look  at  it.   it’s  really  beautiful!   i’m  sure  he’d  be  thrilled  to  make  you  a  crown  too.  ‘    he  had  offered  to  do  lyric’s  hair  too.  she’s  a  little  ashamed  to  admit  that  she  was  a bit  nervous  to  let  him  touch  her  hair,  even  after  seeing  what  he  did  with  clara’s.  she’s  trying  to  be  more  trusting  of  vk’s  but  her  mother’s  voice  telling  her  not  to  is  still  present  in  her  mind.  ‘  he  did?  that  doesn’t  come  as  a  surprise.   he  probably  bought  about  twenty  sheets  of  raffle  tickets!  of  course! i  would  love  to.  ‘ 

‘he did?’ color her impressed. mel knew harry was good with shells, but hair too? ‘rora is so lucky. if only we all had a partner who could do our friends’ hair.’ she shrugged. ‘oh, well.’ then, downing the rest of her drink, she placed her glass down on the closest table and turned to her little sister. ‘alright, you read to hit the dancefloor?’ 

[mel-mel-melody]

Melody! Melody! How does it feel to escape the pressures of being the crown princess for a night? Anybody special on your arm or caught your eye? There were rumours that you were spotted watching the sunset with Sir Maverick. Care to comment?

‘feels pretty good,’ melody says with a saucy smirk. ‘and naw, i’m flying solo tonight. that thing with maverick was just our first meeting, after all.’ putting her hands on her hips as though she was wonder woman, she declares, ‘i’m an independent woman, and i fucking love it!’ 

[mel-mel-melody]

rottncores‌:

events  like  this  always  made  lyric  very  excited  and  happy.   she  loved  dressing  up  and  getting  to  see  everyone  dressed  up  as  well.   she’s  especially  excited  to  be  wearing  one  of  harry  hook’s  seashell  crowns,  it  helped  to  make  her  feel  like  a  true  mermaid  princess.   ‘  mel!   wow,  you  look  incredible.   your  dress  is  so  shiny!  ‘   she  stares  at  it  for  a  moment  before  beaming  at  her  sister.   ‘  have  you  seen  your  one  true  love  yet?  chaaaad.   i  feel  like  we  should  tell  him  you  finally  read  his  letter.  he’ll  always  wonder  why  you  never  met  him  underneath  the  stars.  ‘    ft. @mel-mel-melody

‘as do you, lyr! where’d you get the crown from?’ melody asks, before answering her own question. ‘let me guess: harry? damn, that boy is talented. i’m gonna have to get one of my own.’ she laughs, then takes a sip of her cocktail, shrugging. ‘chad, i saw, is a little busy at the moment. i think he won something in the raffle. but you’re right, i might as well tell him. let me finish my drink first- and then we have to dance!’ 

[mel-mel-melody]

melody receives an email from an anonymous source: melody, chocolate buttercup peanut. sweet as sexy candy. want devour you like chocolate. mm. sexy. i like them chonky. you are chonky as in your personality. so good. hair dark as medieval puke. mystical. will ride into sunset together. will hunt possums for you and roast them over fire. fairytale romance. i watch you sleep a thousand nights, waiting to be king of tritonsburg. SEX KITTEN I SEE YOU I SMELL YOU SMELLY SEAWEED MMMM SOON SOON SOON

finally. after pretty much every young royal in auradon got their stalker letter, it looked like it was mel’s turn. the stalker didn’t even have the decency to write it by hand, but it still was worth the wait. she cackles out loud. ‘chonky!’ she exclaims. ‘'chonky as in your personality!’ i cannot.’ wait till her sisters hear about this! 

[mel-mel-melody]

maverick

he  wonders  for  a  moment  where  her  passion  for  sunsets  comes  from,  but  as  he  gets  a  better  look  at  her  realizes  who  she  is.   melody  glucksburg  -   ariel  and  eric’s  daughter,  a  mermaid.   no  wonder  she  sounded  so  fond  of  the  view,  the  sea  was  in  her  blood.   ‘  a  pity  so  many  people  miss  the  opportunity  to  see  such  a  view.  ‘   relief  washes  through  him  once  she  confirms  she  won’t  be  jumping  in.  ‘  good,  though  i  doubt  a  mermaid  could  drown,  i’d  still feel  as  if  i’d  have  to  jump  in  after  you.   the  shock  of  the  cold  water  is  enough  to  make  anyone  forget  how  to  swim  for  a  moment.  ‘    he  glances  at  her  and  then  at  the  spot  she  pats.  should  he?  it  would  be  rude  to  refuse  a  princess.  before  he  sits  down,  he  removes  the  sword  that  is  strapped  to  his  back  and  sits,  sitting  it  down  beside  him.  ‘  do  you  often  watch  the  sunset  with  strangers?  ‘   

melody shakes her heads. ‘no, i wouldn’t drown, or even forget how to swim, i think. really, i think i’d just freeze my tail off!’ she laughs. ‘that thing would be like fish on ice at the market.’ as the stranger sits down, melody smiles at him. ‘not with strangers, but i do watch it a lot. it’s nice to be as close to the ocean as possible, even when i’m not in it.’ casually, she sticks out her right hand to be shaken. ‘i’m melody. though i think you already might’ve figured that out. and you are...?’ 

[winchesster]

[mel-mel-melody]

maverick

usually  he  enjoys  the  comfort  of  the  woods  over  the  sea  breeze,  but  something  about  the  sunset  was  calling  to  him  tonight.   it’s  been  awhile  since  he’s  been  able  to  sit  back and  enjoy  one.   at  first  he  doesn’t  even  realize  that  there  is  someone  else  on  the  pier  until  he  hears  her  voice  over  the  sound  of  the  waves.   ‘ hmmm… ’   is  his  only  response  at  first.  to  actually  connect  with  people  you  have  to  speak,  mave.  ‘  it’s  beautiful.  amazing  how  the  sky  can  change  color  like  that… ‘   gods,  now  this  meant  he had  to  engage  in  small  talk… didn’t  it?   ‘ you  aren’t  about  to  jump  in  are  you?  pretty  sure  you’ll freeze  as  soon  as  you  go  under.  ‘ 

‘isn’t it?’ melody sighs, glad that this man shared her affinity for gorgeous sunsets. ‘and it’s only this beautiful at the shore. you don’t get sunsets like these in busy cities, even on the highest rooftop.’ she laughed at the thought of jumping in. ‘in weather like this? i don’t think so. but even in winter, i guess i just can’t stay away...’ she started to drift off, dreamily staring at the horizon, before clicking back into reality and patting the spot next to her on the pier. ‘sit!’ 

[mel-mel-melody]

this was one of melody’s favorite places in auradon: the farthest edge of the pier in the harbor. she sat with her legs dangling over the edge, admiring the rose gold-hued sunset. if it weren’t winter, she would dive into the water, let it swirl around her, change into her tail, and charge toward the horizon. until it grew warmer, though, she was stuck here on the pier. hearing someone behind her, she slightly leaned her head back, just to let them know she was aware of their presence. ‘enjoying the view?’ she asked, letting the person insert their own interpretation of whatever ‘view’ she meant./open

[nick-avallone]

i wish i could live my whole life underwater