#padrarran

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high school au in which Padra and Arran have been friends for their whole lives but they've been getting a lot closer since eighth grade and they're both super confused about it and they both think that the other is a total dork but at the same time the other is way too good for them

So Arran is super confused about what's going on so she calls her older sister who's in college and her sister's like "jfc FINALLY"

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This is a point that I made in my giant relationship post, but I thought it was kind of cute so I wanted to make it its own post where people would actually see it :)

So these two quotations are from Urchin of the Riding Stars, and the parts I want to focus on are in bold.

“Padra, you should marry. Loneliness is terrible. If you want to marry your otter friend, you have my permission." For once, Padra seemed lost for words. It only lasted for a moment. “I’ve no idea if she wants to marry me, Your Majesty" (81).

"[Padra] opened his mouth to speak, looked down, and tried again.

‘You know,’ he said, ‘after all this, and if you’ve got nothing better to do, you might marry me.’ And she hit him, and he laughed, and they swam back to shore together” (280).

So basically, I think this is really sweet because the only times that Padra is described as speechless or struggling with words is when it has to do with Arran. I mean, Urchin even says "for once", which implies that it doesn't happen often.

So in other words, Arran makes Padra speechless

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"Padra, you should marry. Loneliness is terrible. If you want to marry your otter friend, you have my permission." For once, Padra seemed lost for words. It only lasted for a moment. "I've no idea if she wants to marry me, Your Majesty."

Urchin of the Riding Stars, M.I. McAllister, page 81.

I love how Padra doesn't even deny that he wants to marry Arran and just says he doesn't know if she'd want to marry him.

Also, everyone on the island ships it!

even the drunk king knows something's up

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Perfect Plan

Hey here's a Padra/Arran fanfiction, about how they first met. This kind of references what happened in the first chapter of Spoke of Better Things, in the Story Time drabble. Here goes. Fic is under the cut.

            This was the perfect plan.

            Padra hid anxiously behind a pile of halfway finished Threadings heaped in the tower hallway as he waited for Crispin to come along. The two young pages had been embroiled in an all out prank battle for weeks, and Crispin’s latest joke of pulling the otter’s chair out from under him as they dined with the captains had been the last straw. So he had rigged a bucket of water above the door by the Spring Gate, knowing how Crispin hated getting wet. The hallway was not often visited and it was a part of the squirrel’s daily route to go that way, so there was no way it could go wrong. All he had to do was stumble a bit over the string stretched across the doorway and the bucket would come tumbling down, water spilling all over him.

            Padra thought it was absolutely perfect.

            So there he was, crouched behind the Threadings, watching for his friend. His captain had given him the day off, but he decided that payback was a better way to spend his time than swimming in the ocean. He couldn’t help but smile in anticipation, as he knew that Crispin would be coming soon.

            He heard footsteps in the stone passageway and his grin only grew.

            Until he saw who was coming. Crispin was treading down the hallway but a few paces ahead of him, speaking to him over her shoulder, was a young, girl otter.

            The grin quickly dropped off his face, and he sprung from his hiding spot, calling for her to stop, but it was too late. She stumbled over the string, and quick as a flash, the bucket fell, drenching her.

            She turned to Crispin. “Who did this?” she demanded, shaking to try to dry herself. She was fuming.

            Crispin gulped, looking at Padra. “Not me,” he said and pointed to his friend.

            The girl otter turned on him, shaking more water from her fur.

            “I-I didn’t mean to,” Padra said, taking a step back. Crispin looked at him sympathetically, shrugging helplessly. “See, I set that up for Crispin. You know, a joke?” The sympathetic look dropped off the squirrel’s face, and the young page found he was alone.

            She took another step towards him, and he turned and bolted. He could hear her wet paws padding along the floor behind him. Padra practically flew down the stairs and out of the tower, heading towards the beach, with her right behind him all the way.

            He dove into the water, his cloak still fastened around his neck, slowing him down. She caught up with him easily, grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and pulling him to a stop. Out of breath, Padra pulled himself onto a boat and she scrambled up, sitting alongside him.

            The anger in her eyes hadn’t subsided.

            “I’m sorry,” Padra said, once he had caught his breath. To this she only shrugged. “I didn’t mean for you to walk through there. Just Crispin.” He went on to explain about all the jokes they had been playing on each other, and how Crispin had most recently pulled away the young otter’s chair just as he was going to sit on it.

            As he spoke, the anger slipped off her face, and the last piece had her laughing. “He made you fall on your behind in front of all the captains?” she asked, trying to stifle her laughter with a paw. She failed, and doubled over, imagining the silliness of it all. Padra watched her, observing the tufts of hair that stuck out at all ends on the top of her head, and allowed himself to smile.

            “It was embarrassing!” he protested, laughing.

            “And you spent your day sitting around waiting for Crispin to come by?”

            He nodded, and then the two young otters dissolved into giggles.

            “I’m Padra,” he said, once he was able to speak without laughing. It took several tries for him to get his name out.

            “Arran,” she answered. They shook paws and slid back into the water. Slowly, side-by-side, they made their way back to the shore. They shook the water out of their fur, and Padra looked up to see Crispin walking over from the tower.

            “I’ve got to be going,” Arran said. “I’ll be seeing you around.”

            “Bye,” Padra said, and the two waved before she headed back to the tower.

            Crispin approached his friend, a knowing smile on his face. “What?” Padra asked, feeling embarrassed. Crispin shook his head, but the smile remained.

            “Good thing Arran came along, huh?” Padra shoved his friend playfully. “I can’t even imagine what you said to calm her down. She looked ready to kill!”

            The young otter looked down at his feet, smiling and embarrassed, and Crispin grinned at his friend’s discomfort. The two headed back to the tower, and Padra was glad he’d be seeing more of the disheveled girl otter named Arran.

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How do you guys feel about the ship name Padrarran, because that's all I could come up with?

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If Urchin saw Padra twirling about in the water with Arran, or loping along the shore with her, he thought it best to stay back and wait.

Urchin of the Riding Stars, M.I. McAllister, page 62.

I should make a collection of all the times it hints at Padra/Arran, 'cause basically everyone on this island ships it.