requested by blueandgreen_writes

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I made this human AU because it's easier, and I want Permafrost to do Shadowhunter's hair. Shadowhunter presenting masculine is something that can actually be SO personal-

(Anyway I hope you like this lol)

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"PEEERMAFROST?" I call through the door.

"WHAAAAT?" She hollers through the door.

I sigh, staring at myself in the mirror. "I NEED HELP! CAN YOU COME IN?"

Permafrost hesitates, then pokes her head into my room. "I don't know what I'm doing," I whimper, throwing my hairbrush down on my bed. She's wearing a blue gown, with puffed sleeves, a super high waistline--and those fancy elbow-length gloves. Her smooth blond hair is pinned up in a braid crown, and there are little diamond pins all along it, glimmering like little stars, and oh three moons, she looks so pretty. My cheeks flush a little, and I look away, hoping she can't see.

"You look, um... you look really good."

"Thanks." She fights back a grin. "Here--pass me that brush, we can't have you going to your parents' first ball with tangled hair." I yelp as she yanks at my very knotted hair. "Why don't you brush this more often? How did your mom not drill this into you?"

"Oh, my mom was lucky if she could get me to take regular baths. And, like, brush my teeth." A smile tugs at my mouth. Permafrost just sighs, shaking her head. She takes off her gloves and tosses them on the bed.

"Well, my mother and I went through the same beauty routine together every morning. It was terrible--she still insisted on brushing my hair when I was, like, fifteen, so count yourself lucky." I can hear her rolling her eyes. "Hey, don't you have someone else to help you with this?"

"Well. You were waiting outside my door, so, kinda the most convenient option. Eclipse is already downstairs helping Mom set up, Mom is setting up, and I don't know if my dad could help, but he's wrapping up a meeting, and I made a point to all of them that I did not need help last night at dinner, and I do not feel like crawling back in shame right now." Also, maybe I just wanted to spend time with my girlfriend, I add in my head--but I don't say that part out loud.

She grits her teeth, pushing through another knot.

"OW!" I protest. "I'm feeling very attacked right now--OW OW OW OW!"

Permafrost sighs, setting down the brush. "You know, this isn't supposed to hurt. It doesn't hurt when I do it."

"Okay, I'm feeling a little scared. What are you gonna do to me?" I tease, looking back to meet her eyes.

"I'm putting your hair up," she explains, getting up and grabbing a handful of hairpins off the table by my mirror. She spends ten minutes or so, dividing my hair into what feels like a million different sections, braiding and braiding and then winding those braids together into a bun at the back of my head. She takes out two sections of hair on either side, so it looks all effortless or whatever, puts on the tiara Mom gave me this morning—and I watch, mesmerized, chills running down my spine everywhere she touches me.

"Whoah. That's so cool!" I grin, standing up and spinning around.

"Well, we're not done. You can't go into your parents' coronation wearing this." She gestures at my beige shirt, tucked into green pants. I think they're technically supposed to be for horseback riding, but they're comfortable, so I wear them a lot. "Tell me I don't have to do everything for you? You must have something picked out, right?"

I grin. "Okay, okay, I do have something picked out. Hang on, I want this to be a surprise." I grab my suit, rush off into the bathroom, and admire myself in the mirror for a moment. (A dark waistcoat, embroidered with little blue vines along the edges, to match my vest with the same pattern, a white dress shirt, black pants, and some very snazzy shoes. I wanted to wear a tophat, but Dad made me promise not to. I still think it would have been a nice addition. I rush out of the bathroom, doing a little happy dance as I show off my outfit.

Permafrost beams. She has the cutest smile—not her practised, polite one, her real one. "Oh my gosh. You look absolutely ridiculous."

She straightens out my jacket, and nods approvingly.

"There. Like a proper princess."

"Are you saying I'm not proper?" I tease. "Cause if so, I am very offended, Permafrost." I press a hand to my chest.

"Name ten forks," Permafrost says drily.

"Um. Little fork, regular fork, big salad fork, spork."

Permafrost buries her face in her hands. "By all that is good and holy, what is a spork?"

"A spoon and a fork in one. My dad invented them." I grin. "Couldn't you just say that word forever? Spork. Spork. Spork—"

"I'm dating a barbarian."

"A cute barbarian though, right?" I nudge her, and she bursts into giggles.

She stands up on her tiptoes, and gives me a kiss. "I guess. If absolutely incompetent. You can't use a sword, and you can't do your own hair? Or study? Seriously?"

"Hey! My dad taught me a little bit about swords yesterday. I could stab you." I stick out my tongue at her, pouting down at the ground.

Permafrost rolls her eyes. "I'd like to see you try. Come on, darling. We've got a party to attend."