Prompt: Arthur Christmas/Merida (from Brave).
Merida was a puzzle to Arthur. She could be as wild and fiery as her hair, but she was also quiet and thoughtful. She loved riding her horse and shooting at targets, but he sometimes found her sitting up in a tree in quiet contemplation. He asked Grandsanta about it, but all the old man said was, "You don't find a lot of girls like that, Arthur. Best to snatch them up when they come along, or you'll miss out on something truly amazing."
Arthur figured it was worth a shot. The next time he and Merida were sitting on a cliff by the Firefalls, he carefully picked a bright pink wildflower and set it behind her ear. She blinked, amused and touched at the gesture.
"What…what was that for?"
Ever the one to stumble over his own words, he made a few incoherent noises before finally blurting out, "It's pretty, like you."
After an uncomfortable silence, Merida leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, making his cheeks go impossibly redder than they already were.