#*my most detested rival (affectionate)

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

A bit of a loaded question, I know, but do you have any TF ships you prefer and would like to share?

I need you to be aware that you're opening pandora's box here. The vibes range anywhere from "god this is hot" to "god this is cute" to "their dynamic is so fucking interesting and i want to study them under laboratory conditions" to "this hurts so much and I need the drama, I am CRYING" to smashing barbie dolls together. I have crackships you ain't even THOUGHT about. I throw ships at the wall just to see if they stick. I like a lot of ships. Arguably too damn many. So many that I'm putting this under a cut to spare people from the long post. So many that I have to sort them by continuity so you're not staring at an unorganized list longer than do you love the color of the sky.

TFA

shockbee I feel has a lot of the potential for shockwave fearing what happens when bee finds out he's not longarm. Like a lot of the scenes in auto boot camp read to me like shockwave really did want bee as an ally while he climbs the ranks, and there's some juicy potential for shocker starting out as just using him until he actually catches feelings. Especially in aus where bee really did join the elite guard. Like can you imagine the drama. The heartbreak. The trust issues. Bee realizing he never really knew the guy he could trust most. Wondering if he's even safe to be around. If anything was even real. Shockwave wondering the same things. Hhhhhhhhh.

I do enjoy shockblurr conceptually but I'm not crazy about how they're usually portrayed in the fandom bc I feel like we're all forgetting that shockwave is a ball of anxiety and murder, and Blurr is a straight laced fuckin nerd who can't shut his mouth. An overpowered, highly capable nerd, but a nerd still. I like what the artist katzske does with them a lot tho.

I'm also a blitzbee enjoyer but on a less "bee can fix him and itll be so sweet" level and more "god imagine how annoying they'd be together." Looney Tunes levels of fucking with people. Either that or bumblebee is just horny on main and really likes the thought of bagging a con, but then he goes and catches feelings.

prowlbulk owns my entire heart. They're so sweet on each other and prowl really respects and appreciates bulkhead way more than bulky's used to. And bulkhead admires so much of prowl's skill and perspective. They work so well together as a couple and it's fucking adorable. With a hint of tragedy bc. Well. You know.

Bulkbee is also incredibly cute bc I'm a sucker for besties that very slowly realize they love each other so much it makes them look stupid. Good in romantic or qpr flavors. Bee already climbs all over bulkhead like a squirrel, they're so fuckin affectionate and very very stupid in social settings.

I like Optimus and blackarachnia from a drama standpoint bc God. They are tragic. They are MESSY. I genuinely think there's no happy ending for them. The trust is gone. But they still miss each other so much and they just CANT move on, so they keep stringing each other along. They're just hurting themselves and each other every time one does anything nice for the other. It's the kinda shit that just slowly rips your heart out. OP please don't text your ex. OP pLEASE

Megop is a classic but I feel we as a fandom underutilize how much Optimus pisses off Megatron. He is an asshole cat knocking shit off the counter for attention. Megs lets him be worse when he is so so fucking tired of being good. He loves that he hates him and he hates that he loves him. Full on "my esteemed rival" "dearly detested." Fighting each other is cathartic and addictive. Megatron finds it infuriating but he can't deny how much he likes having a worthy opponent, how fitting it is that the cosmos sent him so deadly a nemesis, and yet how lame it is that he was so forgettable at first so now he feels dumb being mildly obsessed with him. Optimus is just glad he has someone who doesn't expect him to be perfect and nice and upstanding. He can vent out a lot of his less noble feelings or impulses that he's had completely repressed for ages. The pressure's off in a lot of ways. And I think in an enemies to lovers sense, watching them figure out how to make that setup and that very odd mutual desire to be in each other's lives into something healthier could be really compelling. Or tragic in a "why did I let myself need you? Why the fuck did I let myself need you?" way.

Beeprowl is funny but I only really like it in a "you annoy me SO MUCH let's make out about it" way. Nothing committed, just dispelling the tension without having to kill each other. It is just kinda nice seeing them have genuinely sweet moments though. Squidbob ass relationship.

Lugnut and Strika are the perfect Decepticon power couple and I love them so much. So very much. Lugnut loves his big terrifying wife capable of leveling cities, and she loves her sweet devoted husband who could throw her across the room. I think they break chairs over each other's heads for fun and have been trying to seduce Megatron into a threesome for ages.

Shockwave and Megatron are also incredibly good. The loyalty. The "I commit my whole existence to you. I am yours, in mind body and soul. I will go wherever you need me to, I will put myself in immeasurable danger for you, just please say I'm doing a good job" and "all my efforts would be lost without you. In a world where I have been vulnerable and terrified, where I have been stabbed in the back by people I thought I could wholly trust, I can look at you and know, unwaveringly, you won't do the same. I trust you completely." It's Delicious. It's absolutely codependent but god it's tasty.

Also honestly? Bulkhead and the constructicons could make a pretty cute throuple. He wants them to be better. They want him to be worse. He just wants them to do honest work and they want him to stop letting stuffy, elitist autobot society control him so much. They love each other, they're friends (even if the constructicons don't totally remember the first night they met him). And they really do enjoy each other's company. They're just guys being dudes. Just dudes being guys. Just guys being gays. (It's also just nice when bulkhead gets to be the smaller one, scrapper totally carries him around like a big ol' cat).

I really like prowl being torn between lockdown and jazz. They're the devil and angel on his shoulders. Lockdown tempting him into relapsing, feeling himself fall into old habits, forsaking everything he's learned about patience and respect and being conscientious of the world around him. Jazz picking him back up when he slips, making him WANT to keep being better. And prowl can't decide if he wants to be loved in spite of all his toxic traits or BECAUSE of them. It's got me in a chokehold, your honor.

Megastar is fun in tfa because 1. It's implied Megatron never actually abused starscream while they were on the same side (the first thing starscream says after waking up from being shot is "YOU DARE STRIKE ME, MEGATRON?" which reads to me like this is a new development). Megs doesn't actually hurt anyone working for him other than Sumdac, who he fucking hates (at least not on-screen), and the only reason he was as aggro to starscream post-revival was because he knew screamer is the reason he spent all that fucking time as just a severed head. He used to actually trust him, sort of, even if he was a scheming, sycophantic little weasel. And 2. It's pretty obvious they have history together. I genuinely truly believe they were exes and Starscream only planted a bomb on him because he couldn't be fucking normal about the divorce. You look at how they bitch at each other in deep space and then immediately fall into what is most likely their old dynamic of getting things done and shooting the shit and tell me they never had an intense romantic stint that went horribly wrong. Starscream calls him Meggy in his internal logs for fucks sake.

Oh also sumdac x megatron. It started as a crackship of mine but I really love the idea of sumdac feeling legitimately guilty for taking Megatron apart and unknowingly violating him the way he did, even if Megatron is terrible. Like the dynamic of "you lied to me" "if I told you who I really was, I would be dead. I don't owe you the truth when you held me captive. I was vulnerable. I was TERRIFIED. I did what I had to in order to keep myself safe. And you come to ME with accusations of doing you wrong? When YOU held all the power? And then when I'd taken back the power you left me without, made you feel what I felt, I'm a monster?" "I never meant to hurt you" "Well you did. And now you know just how much damage you did." Like it's such an interesting angle, ESPECIALLY when you consider that sumdac probably grew to legitimately care about Megatron while he was in his lab. He wanted to do right by him. He wanted to see him restored and thriving. He was his robot buddy that made a birthday gift for his kid once. Some part of him probably misses him after he's gone, some part of him probably feels guilty too, even through all the rage and hurt and fear and betrayal. That's complicated feelings!! That's juicy!!!!!

I like the thought of Shockwave and Optimus but that's mostly for sexy reasons. Something about a big, smooth talking, scary cryptid monster, very well spoken and elegant, seducing Good, Upstanding Autobot Optimus to The Dark Side. This is mostly because Optimus is a huge nerd and so is Shockwave. I think Shockwave could potentially pique his interest with uncensored versions of the history Optimus is already a huge dweeb about, and seal the deal with a few gentle touches and honeyed words. From Optimus's perspective this is Very Obviously a Honeypot Trap but the trouble is Shockwave is very hot and very sweet on him and starting to seem less and less evil so he's not sure how long he can keep his guard up when the temptation is this strong. He has a duty to fight Decepticons and shut out their lies but man. He's so tired. And Shockwave's berth is very warm. There is something satisfying about seeing him choose to be selfish after nearly a whole show of him taking the high road. (It's even better if he gets attached when eventually Shockwave's Cool Sexy Collected vibes falter and he sees how much of an anxious, panicky dork he actually is)

Ratchet x Arcee are also very very cute together. Old married dorks. Ratchet's so soft with her and he wants her to be okay. She genuinely likes him and he makes the nightmare she's subjected herself to bearable. "Don't call me sir, I work for a living!" They're both horrifically traumatized, they understand each other on a level most bots can't, and they can ground each other when it gets bad. God. You know they're slow dancing in the kitchen together. You know they're sickeningly domestic with each other. They are holding hands in the park on a comically small bench on earth right as we SPEAK.

I also just kind of like the idea of team prime being a polycule (other than ratchet, who is just watching the young bots having relationship drama and rolling his optics (the age gap and mentor role make me personally a little uncomfortable but I have nothing against people who do include him, they're all adults, its chill)). I like the thought of these losers getting home after a long day and collapsing into a cuddle pile, either on the couch or on the floor. They all love each other so much already, I think they should kiss about it, but they're super repressed so it's So Very Shy and Cautious and Sweet.

The same goes for the Decepticons but more in a "cons are pretty casual about sex anyway, they're in close proximity, and they tolerate each other at least so nearly everyone has a fuck buds setup with each other" way. I feel like the autobots are super repressed in that regard so the cons started leaning into being sluts to stick it to the mech along with all the other freaks shit they're cool with. God help Blackarachnia, she goes from Autobot repression to all her coworkers being sluts on main and she Does Not Know what to do about that (also it would make a lot of sense if that's why she started leaning into the femme fatale thing so hard)

TFP

Optiratch my beloved. Gay old men who would do anything for each other, even when they really don't agree on how to proceed. They're best friends, they're husbands, they're crushing on each other and they think it's unrequited, they just started dating, they've been married for eons. All of it works soooo well. They know each other well enough that they can communicate by just kinda grunting in specific ways. I need them to hold hands SO bad.

Megop is also Very Good here. Literally the most divorced robots to ever exist. Megatron NEEDS Optimus back and Optimus still holds a torch for megs, but it's so fucking funny because they're clearly on fundamentally different levels of "I miss you." Like Optimus is kinda sad and he does want the old Megatronus back, but Megatron does these whole fuckin elaborate stunts to get Optimus to pay attention to him again and then locks himself in his room with a pint of ice cream and dark energon to cry about him. Mans is NOT coping. Alternatively, Optimus is coping just as poorly on the inside and he really does still love Megatron just as much but he knows that's a selfish desire that he quiets with everything else he sacrifices about himself in the name of being a good leader. Least repressed Optimus.

Bulkhead and wheeljack should get to kiss on the mouth I think. If Arcee can call Wheeljack Bulkhead's boyfriend, and bulkhead does not deny it, logic dictates they should in fact French kiss sloppy style for a whole minute on live TV. It can happen. Only on the hub.

KOBD are adorable together, they are so unhinged and stupid and they love each other so much. Like the team rocket of the nemesis. Breakdown loves his husband soooo much and knockout misses him so bad when Silas gets him. And you KNOW they're freaks bc knockout is totally convinced that breakdown would've loved seeing how he torments Silas in bd's body. He's probably right about it too.

I also wholly support Ms. June Darby for trying to seduce Optimus. Me too girl, get that robo ass. Go get jack a new cooler dad. It's also very cute to imagine Optimus, the bigass 30 foot robot, the stoic leader of the Autobots who keeps stonefaced through just about anything, flustered and crushing on a very small and very flirty human.

For some reason the show was kind of trying to tease Bulkhead x Arcee for exactly one episode and then never again and like. Look. I understand it was a forced het ship that was there to distract people from how gay they accidentally made the show. I know it'd probably just be Arcee rebounding after losing Cliffjumper. But I think them having a fwb type relationship while she works through her feelings could be interesting. Though this could just be because Bulkhead is big sweet and comforting and him holding anyone and making them feel safe while they're Going Through it is enough to get me saying God I Wish That Were Me.

Bumblebee and Smokescreen appeal to me in the same way seemingly very hetero frat bros who are apparently a very sweet and affectionate gay couple do. It's an inherently funny irony and also theyre just both cute himbos.

TFP Megastar is horrifically unhealthy in general and there is absolutely no way in hell it could work out. Not pre-war, not post-megs-redemption, nada. Which is why it has my brain in a chokehold. This is one of the ships I like because it's fascinating and because god it HURTS. Like I have my gripes with how the show portrayed the abuse overall but there were some things they were cooking with. Starscream being an obvious victim but then turning around and inflicting it on everyone around him? Girl no, the cycle of violence and abuse!!!! Girl no, you're refusing to do the complex emotional work of accepting that what happened to you wasnt okay and thus you carry out the behaviors you've gaslit yourself into thinking are normal!!!!!! Girl no, society has failed you and you have no support systems to help you break the cycles, but you also simply refuse to try in the first place because your pride wouldn't allow it!!!!!!!!!!!!!! No girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The cortical psychic patch was literally my fave showcase of their dynamic in the whole show. "I don't want to play this game anymore!" Like jfc ouch. Also the thought of post redemption Megatron lamenting how he treated Starscream, not having considered the damage he's done to him before now. Trying to make it right and only making it all worse by inserting himself into Starscream's life again and realizing how badly he's broken him, how fucked it is that Starscream seems to revere him after EVERYTHING. God. GOD. I'm in agony.

Speaking of starscream in the cycle of abuse, KOSS has postcanon potential. (Post Predacons Rising, rid does not exist 😌) Like. They've proven they feel some type of way about each other. "I've always admired your lustrous finish." "😏" But Knockout was the first person in starscream's life to set a boundary in a healthy way. And when starscream inevitably ignores those boundaries and knockout leaves, you know how much it fucking hurts starscream to realize how badly he fucked up. But of course, the pride. He can't apologize. Can't admit he's the reason knockout betrayed him. So he'll choke back the tears. He'll try to, anyway. But he can't stop the agony in his voice while he feebly spits out "Fine! I hope Unicron eats you too!!" You know the second they shut the door on him, the waterworks started, and so did the closest thing to self reflection Starscream's ever done. He Has the Potential to be Better with Knockout, but he NEEDS to put in the work, and the suspense of wondering if he WILL fucks my whole shit up.

Rescue Bots

It is so close to canon that blades and bumblebee are boyfriends. Hell I believe it pretty much IS canon. He loves that bug so much. He gets jealous when he hangs out with Dani and not him. He hugs him for a photo the first chance he gets. And since we know blades is confirmed as being into dudes, I think we all know what they were getting at. TFP bumblebee has an anxious twink boyfriend that lives in Maine and we have no idea whatsoever if the rest of team prime knows.

Graham and boulder pine for each other like you would not believe. Once again, pretty much canon. You can't just have boulder keep telling Graham "well I like you just how you are" when Graham's trying to impress a girl and expect me to not think he has a big stupid gay crush on his best friend. They love each other so much as partners and as friends, I know damn well they'd be SICKENINGLY cute together as boyfriends. They'd probably try to stealth it at first bc a human and a giant robot alien in love? What'll the others think?? Gotta keep it secret. Sneaking off into the woods so Boulder can work on his "art projects" but in fact they are kissing. They're not as slick as they think they are, Chief Burns 100% picks up what's going on but he lets them think they're sneaky. Nobody actually has any problems with it other than Kade making fun of them a little but don't worry that's just him projecting.

On the opposite side of the spectrum, Heatwave and Kade are the worst fucking tsunderes about crushing on each other. Between heatwave refusing to let down the brooding tough guy persona and kade being so insistent on staying hyper masculine (to the point where mild internalized homophobia is inevitable), neither of them can just be honest about how much they mean to each other and they gotta resort to getting each other's attention by being mean in very low stakes ways. I am drowning, there is no sign of land, you are coming down with me, hand in unloveable hand, except they're not drowning and they're just dunking each other in a kiddie pool repeatedly.

Heatwave and quickshadow are fun for similar reasons but with less shit lord pranks and/or lowbrow bitching, and more classy verbal sniping and sparring with each other because heatwave thinks it's hot when quickshadow kicks his ass. They're insufferably competitive and I think that could be very fun and incredibly messy, especially since they both need to learn how to communicate. Very bisexual, they are forced to share the brain cell, 10/10

I also just enjoy the idea of all the bots being in a polycule the same way I like the idea for TFA's team prime. They're very sweet together and they clearly care about each other a lot. Its just kind of nice when they all hold hands together, you feel me? They're sneaking off to kiss in the bunker bc they don't know if the humans know dudes can like other dudes. They are also not as subtle as they think they are.

Oh also doc Greene and chief burns dated once when they were teenagers and it didn't work out but they stayed besties, nobody can change my mind on this.

Beast Wars

Dinobot and Megatron are exes, 100%. Dinobot is probably the only being in the known universe that Megatron actually kind of cares about other than himself and his rubber duck. Otherwise he wouldn't keep trying to fucking clone him to make a version that will never leave him. There's also some implications here and there that Megatron really did want the world to be better for Predacons (along with the desire for power, anyway) and that preds are genuinely treated unfairly, so there's a pretty compelling angle of dinobot having been drawn to megatron because he saw someone with noble goals and a way to fix their fucked up world before becoming disillusioned with the dishonorable tyrant he turned out to be.

Dinobot and Optimus are also very good together bc it really truly feels like Dinobot finally found the guy with honor he thought he saw in Megatron. And he's infuriating half the time because he isn't nearly as bloodthirsty as he's used to, but GODDAMN does he make him Feel Things. The entire episode Gorilla Warfare has me obsessed with them. The bitching. Dinobot freaking the fuck out and Optimus tenderly removing the seed pod stuck to the back of his neck that was freaking him out and only laughing at him a little. Dinobot constantly trying to choose violence. The stupid smile when Optimus also chooses violence and Dinobot realizes he fucked up. THE BEDSIDE VIGIL. "It was my shift" AND YOU KNOW THEY WEREN'T TAKING SHIFTS. THE FLOWER ON THE BEDSIDE TABLE. "it is good to have you back." "Back home or back to normal?" "...both." THEY'RE HOMOSEXUAL, YOUR HONOR.

Dinobot (shit maybe I just really like dinobot) with Rattrap is good for similar reasons but the vibes are totally different. DoOp is all soft and sweet and patient and light ribbing, Dinotrap is talking shit at each other as a love language. Dinobot is a good guy but he's also, fundamentally, a bitch. Rattrap has proven he can match his freak by bitching right back. They love each other by pretending to hate each other. To the point where if Rattrap doesn't hear any comebacks he genuinely starts worrying because "oh, we aren't playing the game, why aren't you playing, are you okay?" They have so many soft tender moments where they prove they actually love each other. Their last conversation is talking shit!!!! "You're just a slag spouting saurian, but it's nice to know where you stand." "Upwind of you for preference, rodent." They loved each other!!!!!! Rattrap is fucked up over losing him!!!!!!!!!!! It's bittersweet, it's tragic, it hurts so bad and I love them so much!!!! They're stupid your honor!!!!!!!!!!!!

On a much sillier side, I do love Rattrap x Rhinox. Rattrap kissed that man twice. On the mouth. On screen. Annoying little gremlin who goes "nyehhhh" x big stoic dude who goes "hn." And they're both tech guys so they probably work on projects together a lot. And they all survive and are fine bc beast machines isnt real 💖

I have my problems with Silverbolt in general but I cannot deny that he and Blackarachnia are pretty damn cute together. He loves his girlfriend, they trash her shitty ex together, she loves that he doesn't try to change her. She gets to be the bad girl and the sweet knight in shining armor still loves her. "Dark poison of my heart" like c'mon.

Airazor and Tigatron are also pretty cute AND they have the honor of being the first canon gay couple in the tf franchise bc of the Japanese dub, which made Airazor a dude but left the romance unchanged (the Japanese dub was also just generally fuckin insane tho so it's not all that shocking).

Waspinator and Terrorsaur are boyfriends for real and for canon, John hasbro told me himself.

RiD 2001

I ship skybyte with that one girl that lives in a state of constant talking-car-based torment. Why? Because when I watched rid with my roommate we had a running joke that eventually they'd meet and have a whole robotfucker romcom arc and it kinda just stuck. This is my only rid ship and I will not be taking criticism on it.

Cyberverse

Bumblebee, Hot Rod and Cheetor are in a polycule together and nobody can tell me they aren't. Just how it's gotta be.

I want Perceptor and Dead End to kiss so badly. They're technically canon already given how hard the creators ship them. They hold hands your honor. "only a bolthead would go out there... UGH I'm such a BOLTHEAD" HES IN LOVE YOUR HONOR.

Hot Rod and Soundwave are great as enemies to lovers, they're so annoying 💖. I feel like they'd start playing gay chicken and be married with three kids wondering when the other guy is gonna back out.

SHOCKWAVE AND WHEELJACK OH MY GOD. fellas is it gay to program your drones which are just tiny versions of your own altmode to dance funny to Tetris music specifically because it makes your lame ass boyfriend laugh and then keep that function eons after you break up and still remember exactly what the command is? Fellas is it gay to get kidnapped by your ex and then get really excited about all the cool shit he's been making while you were separated? I wish they could've gotten a happy ending man, they could've been so cute together.

I don't ship it romantically but I believe in Grimlock & Arcee qpr. They love each other so so much they would've readily died for each other. I love their dynamic, they're insane 💖

Same goes for Shadowstriker and Soundwave tbh. Decepticon besties, and Shadowstriker being aro kinda just feels right. I like to think they cuddle and talk shit about Shockwave while Sounders blasts heavy metal. They play cod as the most insufferable duo.

Megop in cyberverse is so good because it really feels like they Had a relationship but it was unstable and moved too fast and they just assumed they were on the same page about things without communicating properly until suddenly they were in serious disagreement, and TRIED to work it out in a mature way but they were simply Doomed From the Start. And then it culminates in a whole fucking war but it rages so long, and they are so tired of fighting, and they realize they want to try again because nobody was really to blame for how things ended because they both handled it poorly. I wish they got that chance to try again properly. I wish when Optimus retired to just fuck around and vibe, he could've taken Megatron with him. I wish they could've fallen in love all over again.

Oh also Slipstream and Windblade being lesbian enemies to lovers bait was Fucking Phenomenal and I Love it So Much. They're smug and terrible and I want them to make out. They can make each other worse 💖

G1

I have not seen that much of g1 but I do know a few things are absolute truth.

Soundwave is gay for Megatron. This is arguably reciprocated.

Shockwave is gay for Megatron. This is not reciprocated but it is taken advantage of.

Starscream vacillates between gay for Megatron and trying to kill him. Megatron seems to reciprocate but only a little bit. Enough to keep him alive because he's cute. But megs also gets a lot of cuteness aggression so he feels the need to chuck starscream against the wall every now and then.

Powerglide and Astoria are tied for the pinnacle of robot on human romance in the entire tf franchise with Tracks and Raul, and if none of them come back in ANY tf media, I will riot.

Cliffjumper and Mirage have fucked at least once.

Wheeljack and Ratchet are gay married.

Optimus is bisexual and he loves elita-1 but there is something distinctly homoerotic going on with Megatron.

Conclusion

I like when the robots kiss <3

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How are you?

Could I please request a king Arthur prompt when he first starts courting his partner but originally they cant stand him like they think hes too cocky but he worms his way into their heart 🥰

Pairing: King Arthur x F! Reader

Warnings: 18 + for language, a little angst.

Masterlist 

The Queen 

“Arthur, you could have any girl in the entire realm at your fingertips; why did you have to choose this one?” Wet Stick sighs, watching from under his cloak and cursing his friend for his taste in women. “He couldn’t just pick one of those nice noble ladies; he had to pick a headstrong girl with a chip on her shoulder,” he grumbles to himself. 

You locked up the shop behind you and take off home, turning once to wave into the shadows knowing the knight is there watching. He emerges on a large brown horse, coming to walk beside you. “Good Evening, Sir Tristan; how was your day today?” you smile up at him, and he laughs with a shake of his head. 

“How do you always know where I am, my Lady?” You reach into your knapsack and pull out a warm cheese roll wrapped in cloth, handing it up to him. “Thank you, ma’am,” he unwraps it and takes a large bite, moaning at the taste. “Is this why he wants to marry you? Because of how delicious your baking is? Honestly, if the King weren’t enamored with you, I’d probably ask you myself,” he laughs. 

You groan, pulling your green cloak above your head. “Sir Tristan, how many times must I ask that you call me by my name? I am no lady, just a baker, no one special.” 

“The King would disagree.” You cringe and walk a little faster towards the warmth of your cottage. “He thinks you’re the most beautiful maiden in the entire Kingdom, and Arthur always gets what he wants, and that’s you, my lady.” You stop and glare at him; he holds his hands up in defense using your name. 

“Why would I want that cocky, overbearing brute of a man to marry me? He can go to hell for all I care.” Tristan doesn’t take offense like other knights because he knows how overbearing his friend can be. It’d been amusing to see Arthur fall for the beautiful, headstrong woman. Every flower ended up in the trash, letter burnt, and request for an audience denied. Arthur was close to giving up on courting the woman, but something was holding him back. 

“Have I ever told you what he was like growing up?” You roll your eyes, already dreading the tale that is sure to highlight only the King’s good points. 

“No,” you mumble, “but I’m sure it some heroic tale.” He barks out a laugh, and you stop to watch him, “what’s so funny?” 

“What do you know about the King? Honestly, tell me,” he jumps down from the horse and grabs the reins walking beside you. “Because if that’s your opinion, then you don’t know him at all.” 

You think about all you know about the King and realize with an ache in your belly that you didn’t know much about the King besides the rumors you’d heard. “Well,” you stumble, “he’s arrogant...uhm, he doesn’t care about anyone but himself...and,” you struggle to come up with something else, much to Tristan’s amusement. 

“Arthur was raised in a brothel,” you pause, raising a brow, “I’m telling the truth. When his parents were murdered, he floated down the river in a boat and was found by the prostitutes washing their clothes by the river. They took him in and raised him. He, in turn, grew up and protected them. The brothel was one of the only places in all of Londinium that women were treated with respect. If someone got too handsy with one of the girls, Arthur would beat them within an inch of their life before they’d even think to disrespect a woman like that. Then he’d take all their money and give it to the girl.” 

“He’s also really smart, smarter than the lot of us, at least. He had coffers hidden in the wall of the brothel behind a bookshelf. He dreamed of getting out and buying himself a piece of land, building a home. The girls would all be taken care of and wouldn’t have to be prostitutes anymore. He was damn close too before we found out he was the born King.” You mull over his words and keep walking closer towards your home. 

“How did he feel about becoming the born King?” you ask quietly. 

Tristan smiles, rubbing the snout of his horse affectionately. “He hated it. Didn’t want anything to do with the sword or being King. It wasn’t until he saw his friends being attacked, the Black Legs had us surrounded, outnumbered; there was no way we could win the fight. Arthur begged us to run away, that he was what they wanted, he was ready to die for us. Arthur embraced Excalibur and killed them all, saving us. He’s loyal to a fault that one. Then when Back Lack-” he takes a shuddering breath, and you reach out and rub his arm. 

“If it’s too painful, you don’t have to say.” He wipes at his eyes with his cloak and smiles at you. 

“No, I won’t let his memory fade because it makes me sad to talk about him. Back Lack was our friend, and Vortigern murdered him in front of his son and Arthur. Blue screamed, and I can still hear his wails in my head; Arthur took his son in and has become like a father to him.” You think of the young boy who follows behind the King and smiles. 

You reach the door of your cottage and put your hand on the knob, dropping your head to the door with a sigh. “What does he say about me?” you ask, turning to look at the Knight, “I know he’s must have told you why he is trying so hard to court me.” 

Tristan smiles, seeing the small crack in your cleverly crafted armor. “While you may not know the King at all, he knows everything about you. I dare say he’s in love with you.” 

You search his eyes for any lie and sigh, opening the door and stepping inside. “Wait here for a moment, please,” he nods, and you close the door behind you. Emerging a few moments later in one of your clean dresses and a light blue cloak of fine fabric the King had gifted you, too delicate for you to throw into the trash. “Take me to him, please,” you ask, pulling the cloak over your head. 

“Yes, my lady,” Tristan smiles, mounting his horse and reaching a hand out to pull you up behind him. He rides swift to the looming gates of the palace, and the heavy wooden doors creak as they’re pulled open. The hour is late, and there is only a handful of guards around watching you with a curious expression. You slide off the horse and follow closely behind Tristan as he weaves through the labyrinth of hallways before reaching a large door. He knocks out a combination, and Arthur’s voice comes from inside asking you to enter. 

Tristan stands back and gives your hand a squeeze, “good luck. I promise he’s worth it.” You smile, trembling, and give him a return squeeze. You watch his back retreat and take a deep breath before turning the handle. 

“Did she get home alright, Stick?” You follow his voice, stepping around the chair and looking down at him. He’s writing a letter, the quill moving across the page, a half-full glass of wine on the table to his left. “She didn’t see you, right? You know how much she detests having a guard.” 

“She didn’t make it home okay,” you say quietly, but he jumps anyways, looking up at you with wide eyes. “But she did find her way safely to you, my King.” He rises from his chair and stands tall beside you, gazing into your eyes, and for the first time, you see past the facade of the King he’s created and instead see the man, Arthur. 

“Are you well, my darling?” he asks, cupping your cheek; you close your eyes and lean into his touch. His smile is bright enough to rival the sun, and you smile back at him just as brightly. 

“I learned about you tonight, my King,” he furrows his brow, “Sir Tristan was telling me tales of how you became King.” 

He grins, “And what did he tell you?” He pulls away, pouring a second glass of wine and handing it to you. He takes your hand and leads you over to the roaring fire, sitting down in one of the chairs in front of it. You take a sip of the wine and put down the glass, climbing into his lap and putting your head against his shoulder. His hand comes up to wrap around your waist, keeping you snug to his side, putting down his glass of wine, and putting the other hand in your lap. 

You roll his fingers between your hands, feeling the callouses from years of fighting coarse against your skin. He leans his head against your own, and you can feel the warmth of his breath on your cheek. “He told me about you growing up in the brothel, how you protected those women, and their honor. He told me how you begged them to leave when the Black Legs came, and only when your friend’s lives were threatened did you finally wield Excalibur.” 

You sit up and look him deep in the pools of blue that are his eyes, lowering your voice to almost a whisper. “He also told me about Back Lack and Blue. How you’ve become like a father to him,” you trail off, looking down at his hand in your own, “he said you love me.” You look up and catch the storm in his expression, the showers of tears that threaten to fall as he’s reminded of his lost friend. 

You cup his cheek and brush your fingers beneath his eye collected them like diamonds. “He died because of me because I wasn’t able to protect him.” 

“It wasn’t your fault,” you whisper. He takes a shuddery breath, and you hold on to him with both hands, keeping his eyes on you. “You did the best you could; you are raising his son. He wouldn’t blame you for what happened.” 

He tugs you closer, and your foreheads touch, “he would have liked you,” he gives a watery chuckle. “He’d have loved your baking, the way you stand up for yourself, and call me out on my bullshit.” You laugh, and he leans closer, “Tristan was right.” 

“About what?” the ghost of his lips brushes yours, and you gasp at the touch. 

“I love you,” you pull back a little, “I love how strong you are, loyal, fierce, and fucking stunning. You are everything I could ever ask for, and I know I came on too strong. I pushed you away when all I wanted was to hold you close like this. From the moment I saw you, spoke to you, the moment you chucked a rolling pin at my head, I knew.” 

You cringe at one of the more colorful visits you had with the King. “What? What did you know?” 

“That you are much more than a baker.” He nuzzles his nose against your own, and you give a breathless reply, begging him to tell you what you are. His lips touch yours slowly, just barely touching, and your eyes slide closed, moving closer to him when he whispers, “you’re my Queen.” 

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[dirt-cup-draco]

Twins x Friend!Reader- Two Stars and The Sky

Hello!! Could u do stargazing with the twins? Just pure fluff. One where they sneak out of their own bday party with y/n and stargaze with them? Thank you

There was no doubt in your mind that Katie Bell could throw a party. Streamers were everywhere, the iconic red and gold of your best friends’ house were present but so were oranges and yellows, and you even think you saw a corner full of pink. You giggled as you watched Lee poke a balloon until it popped, the inebriated boy falling from the couch he was standing on with the shock of his toy self destructing before his eyes. 

Fred helped him up with a dazzling grin and a “Watch yourself mate, next time you topple over like that you might turn my birthday into your deathday,” 

You let their conversation bleed into the background noise of all the cheerful fifth years who were dancing about and mingling. You sipped at your drink and wrinkled your nose at it. You hadn’t even finished your first cup of firewhisky and you doubted you would. 

Drinking was a part of every party in Gryffindor, and you didn’t mind the way it made you feel warm, didn’t hate the way it made your shoulders sag in relaxation. But you absolutely detested the taste. It was worse than drinking any potion Madam Pomfrey shoved down your throat after a nasty fall during a quidditch game or a prank gone terribly wrong. 

“Not enjoying yourself?” Angie teased as you scowled into your cup. 

“This is amazing, Katie should be proud of herself,” You said instead, handing her your half filled drink which she happily took and knocked back. Angelina beamed at you, her eyes sparkling and bright. No one loved a party like she did. 

“She’d be proud if she wasn’t already asleep with her head in the toilet,” 

“No! Is she really?” You giggled, going to follow Angie and see for yourself the state your friend was in but two sets of hands grabbed one arm each and you were pulled back. 

“Sorry Ang-” Fred apologized. 

“We need to borrow her,” George explained. 

Angelina just rolled her eyes as the corner of her lips tugged up, grabbing Lee by the arm to show him Katie and maybe get some help in dragging her up to her dorm room. 

“Where are we headed?” You whispered as you ducked your head through the hole in the wall, the Fat Lady muttering sleepy protests and you apologized gently to her- knowing it was well past midnight. 

“Outside-” 

“-want some air,” 

You tsked at them but linked your arms with theirs as George took the lead in your chain, moving you all towards the passage that would lead you out of the castle and near the black lake. “Leaving your own party boys? For shame,” You teased a bit louder as you took the last few steps from the cold stone passage and into the chill night air. 

Fred just shrugged but grinned, plopping down into the dewed grass, a content smile on his face and a flush to his cheeks from a long night of drinking, smiling, and laughing with his friends and much of the gryffindors in your year. 

“Just want to spend some time with our favorite person,” George answered more honestly, squeezing your hand and tugging you down into the grass too so you were shoulder to shoulder between each boy, hands linked. Fred was soon to follow in interlacing his fingers with yours.

You found in the passing years that the twins were affectionate with everyone, they loved being near the ones they loved and you found it only more endearing as time went on. You also discovered that when they found something they truly liked, or someone in your case, you couldn’t be separated from them. 

Lee had started the joke that you were their triplet and sitting there with them in the grass, stars twinkling above you, you thought he might be right. You were closer to them than you’d ever intended to be but you were immensely grateful for the boys. You were a found family even if you weren’t connected by blood. 

“Penny for ‘em?” George asked, nudging his thigh against yours and it was only then you realized your skin had become ice and you had been outside, eyes glued to the stars, for much longer than you thought. 

A misconception that many had of Fred and George was that they always had to be speaking, moving, clowning around. You got to see them in quiet moments that they used to only share with each other. Another misconception that had begun to circulate was that you were romantically involved with one or both (depending on which gossip you asked) of the twins. 

However, you felt nothing but kinship and contentment as you sat between them. They were your dearest friends, not to discount the great love you felt for Katie, Angelina, and Lee. Growing up with your friends just meant that you were most often together rather than apart and it was something you never wanted to end and no romantic relationship could compare in your eyes, if anything you felt as if a romantic relationship with anyone in your friend group would dampen what you had now and you were more than content to stargaze with the twins and feel the familial and familiar weight of their hands in yours. 

“Just happy I’ve got you two in my life,” You smiled at each twin, taking note of your favorite freckle on George’s nose and the funny cowlick that made Fred’s hair stick up in an odd spot on his head. “The universe planned you two very carefully I think, and no matter what anyone says you are both perfect to me and I couldn’t ask for better friends,” 

“Can I have my penny back?” 

“A little sappy Y/N, I feel I need to wash my hands now lest I feel sticky later,” 

“Oh bugger off,” You snorted, trying to sit up in retaliation, as if you would actually leave, before Fred was pulling you back down and pressing a caring kiss to your temple. 

“Nobody could be as perfect as us, but you come pretty close I suppose,” George played and Fred looked mock-thoughtful. 

“If we are the stars, you’d be the sky that makes us shine brighter,” Fred tried to tease but as the words fell from his lips he realized with stark clarity that it was true and he felt his chest swell with appreciation for you. 

George seemed to agree, swallowing a lump in his throat and tearing his eyes away from you. You were sat comfortably in the grass, hands now cold with the lack of shared heat but now folded over your stomach. You looked completely at peace and George was glad to see it. He never wanted he or his brother to drive you away. 

“You two do that all on your own, now settle down and watch the stars with me,” You commanded with a bright smile that rivaled the gleaming full moon in radiance. 

With an in sync, “Yes ma’am,” The boys were back to laying beside you, all three of you watching the stars blink against the inky veil of night that was slowly growing lighter as the time passed you by. 

The three of you didn’t leave until the sun made her presence known, a sliver of gold on the horizon. 

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[marvelousmarvelimagines]

Everywhere I Go 

Pairing - Thor x Reader

Summary - Based on the request, Thor takes Reader to Asgard for the first time. You’re nervous to meet his parents, but Thor’s there to assure you that their opinions don’t matter. 

Word Count - 1,538

Warnings - None!

“Are you sure this is okay?” You asked again, your fingers twitching at your side as you attempted to not adjust your clothing for the hundredth time since you’ve been standing there. 

“My dear, everything will be fine,” Thor attempted to reassure you. 

Except you didn’t believe him. You had never been this nervous to meet the family of someone that you were dating before. Thor insisted that they would all love you, but you weren’t so sure. After the destruction that his brother had caused, and seeing how much he detested the human race, you couldn’t help but wonder if the rest of his family was going to be the same. In your mind, you already knew that you couldn’t compare to Thor, so smart, strong and kind, and you were sure that his family would sense the same thing. You were just a regular person living on Earth. What made you worthy of their son? 

You jumped a little when you felt his large hand slipping into your own, and looked up at him with a weak smile that he picked up on. “What are you so nervous about?” He asked, frowning. 

“I think a better question would be what am I not nervous about.” You replied, biting  your bottom lip. 

Thor brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss there. “I’m sure that they’re going to adore you just as much as I do.” 

His words and actions made your whole body warm and a genuine smile formed on your face for the first time. Yes, you were still nervous. Of course you were, but at the same time you did know that no matter what his family said, your relationship with Thor wasn’t going to change. 

Nevertheless, you wanted them to like you. 

“Okay, let’s go ahead and go before I lose my nerve.” You said, squeezing his hand tightly and looking up at the sky. “How does this work anyway?” 

“I will call out to Heimdall, and he will open the bifrost. I do suggest that you hold on tight.” He told you. 

He didn’t have to tell you twice. You slipped your arms tight around his neck while one of his wove around your waist and the other lifted his hammer up in the air. You were stuck between two conflicting emotions. Part of you wanted to bury your face in his neck and close your eyes in fear of getting motion sickness from whatever was about to happen, and the other half of you would never forgive yourself for missing any second of the trip that you were about to take. 

You kept your eyes open, and you were so glad that you did. 

It was hard to describe, the vision as the two of you traveled up and into the air. Colors flashed all around you, every one that you could think of, going by so fast that you could never focus on one. Your stomach plummeted to the floor, but you didn’t feel sick. You were too distracted by everything else. Almost as soon as it started, it was over, and you were surrounded by gold walls with windows and the galaxy. You took your arms from Thor and looked around, speechless at the beauty in front of you. 

“Welcome to Asgard.” 

You almost jumped, startled at the voice, but managed to compose yourself. Almost immediately you knew that the tall, broad man with the strangest colored eyes you had ever seen had to be Heimdall, Thor’s best friend. “Thank you,” you said, still awestruck. “Heimdall I’m guessing?” 

“You would be correct,” he stepped forward and took a bow. “It’s nice to meet you Milady.” 

Well, you hoped everyone else would be as welcoming. Though you doubted it. “You too.” 

“Would you like to see Asgard now?” Thor asked you, slipping an arm around your waist. 

You nodded, excited for more of the beauty to behold, and with a little wave to Heimdall, you let Thor lead you away and to the rainbow bridge. 

If you had thought that the journey to Asgard was something to see, that was nothing compared to the city. The architecture was incredible, ornate and intricately designed. Everywhere that you turned there was something to look at. You thought you could spend a dozen lifetimes here and still not see everything. 

Then there were the people. 

It might have been the fact that you were on the arm of their future King, but everyone was so polite. Even when they weren’t smiling at the two of you, they were talking and laughing with each other. Having grown up in New York City, the sight was foreign to you. “Is everyone here always this happy?” You asked Thor, leaning into his side. 

“They are being blessed with the sight of one of the most beautiful women in the galaxy.” Thor said, his lips pressing a quick kiss to your cheek that made you blush. “I expect that might have something to do with their good moods.” 

“I’m being serious!” You said. 

“As am I!” He replied, smiling at you. “Your beauty rivals the whole kingdom. I also believe they’re happy to see their future King happy as well.” He added. 

At that you couldn’t help but smile. Thor could compliment your beauty all day, and while it was flattering, you would rather hear that he was happy with you. There was a lingering voice in the back of your mind, always saying you weren’t enough for someone as important and incredible as Thor, but when he said things like that, it was easy to shut it up. “Then let me rephrase . . . Is the rest of Asgard going to be as happy to see you with a human, specifically Asgardians who call you son?” 

It was clear that question wasn’t as easy for him to answer. He took a couple of moments before he responded. “My mother is looking forward to meeting you. I have told her a lot about you. My father . . . well, he knows how fleeting human life can be.” 

Ah yes, the big obstacle in your relationship that the two of you had yet to talk about. Thor was going to live hundreds of thousands of years. You would be lucky if you made it to one hundred. To that extent, you understood where Thor’s father was coming from. At the same time though, you knew that Thor was his own man and could make his own decisions, and if his decision was to be with you, you thought his father should respect that. Of course you’d never say this to his face. To be honest, Odin, the Ruler of the Nine Realms, seemed more than terrifying. 

“And while I value his opinion on many things, this is not one of them.” Thor continued, stopping for a moment so that he could look in your eyes, those crystal blues capturing you in their gaze. “You are the one I love. He is not going to change that.” 

You reached up to cup his cheek in your hand, his beard tickling your palm. “That’s good to know.” You said, honesty ringing in your tone as you leaned up to meet him in a soft and sweet kiss. 

Thor’s arms wrapped around you, and you sighed against his lips at the warmth that spread through your body. No matter what you had done in your life, you had never found a feeling better than being in his arms. You could stay there forever, and would have if there hadn’t been a little tug on your dress. 

You looked down and discovered a little girl who couldn’t be older than five smiling at you and holding out a beautiful gold necklace. “Excuse me. I think this would look really pretty on you.” 

Bending down to the girl’s level, you smiled. “Well, you are quite the salesman aren’t you? Should I try it on?” You looked at her for confirmation, and when she nodded, you looked back up at Thor who nodded as well, an affectionate smile on his face. 

The little girl slipped the necklace over your head, and you pulled your hair out from it before standing up and pretending to model it for her. “So what do you think?” You asked. 

She clapped her hands, her smile widening so much she was showing dimples. “It looks perfect, right?” She asked, looking up at Thor. 

He took your hand and made you do a little twirl as the necklace glowed in the soft light. “You have done a magnificent job milady.” Thor told her, reaching into his pocket and putting some gold coins into her hand. So many that her eyes widened in disbelief. “Please take these for your trouble.” 

“That was sweet of you.” You told him, smiling after the little girl. 

Thor just shrugged his shoulders. “She made you smile. That is worth more than any coins I could give her.” 

Okay, so maybe meeting his parents might turn out to be a nightmare, but even if they did, you would always have this moment. The beauty of Asgard was nothing compared to the way he was looking at you.

[jazzy-art-time]

“BeeBee ya gotta give me some space”

The elder gently waves her wooden spoon at the scrafty beside her in a borderline threatening manner, tail slowly shoving them aside as she continues to work on the meal.

Jody’s wide eyed gaze flickers back to its normal apathy as her hands shove into her pockets. Tail flicking slowly in a slight pout as her gaze moves back towards the living room.

“Just making sure... you’re doing it correctly... is all.”

Nana snorts and continues to shove Jody away with her tail, tsking and continuing to stir up the mixture. “BeeBee don’t lie to me, these biscuit’ aint even gonn be done till dinner! Go n sit down wit your sister and wait. Hessian and I got this covered.” Nana’s spoon gestures towards the headless horseman on the other side of the kitchen, gently arranging crackers in the shape of a horse. Before the scrafty could protest anymore, Nana quickly extends her tail fully and completely shoves Jody out of the kitchen. Jody huffs and slouches a bit with a pout as she makes her way back over to the couches.

Diane was leaning on her girlfriend Titia in a dozing off manner as the Salazzle continued to read her book calmly.

Jody’s eyes squinted in slight disgust at the sight, she didn’t like Titia one bit.

Well ‘didn’t like’ was a bit of a understatement. She positively loathed the shiny Salazzle her sister oh so sweetly leaned upon. She was perfectly alright with the white lizards existence before she started this ordeal to date her sibling.

She was a great cashier at their local market, always a helpful employee and she had always made their shopping visiting much more enjoyable! But now? She was perhaps the most awful person Jody had ever encountered.

Titia hadn’t done anything wrong, not morally or anything against the law. Was a delight to talk to! But ever since she started to court Diane, the mere thought of her made Jody squint in disgust. A truly wretched creature she was, that once sweet voice now was like claws on a chalkboard to her ears. A awful person, horrible and disgusting.

Jody slammed down onto the opposite couch with a huff, her desperate escape to the kitchen had been foiled and was now forced to be within the same room as them. Unable to leave the home at all, Nana didn’t allow any chores on thanksgiving, Jody pleaded to go out and rake the leaves or to repaint the shed even, but to no avail.

Her expression remained apathetic but nothing could stop her tail from slowly flickering in annoyance.

Titia looked up from her book and over that the scrafty with a worrisome expression, they hadn’t been getting along for a bit, if she knew any better she would think Jody was avoiding her. Granted Titia was always at a feeling of unease with Jody before, but somehow it had gotten worse. She sets her book down calmly and smiles in a attempt to spark up some friendly conversation. “I’m really happy that you guys invited me over for Thanksgiving Jody!.. normally I would spend it with my family but they invited my cousin Jordan over and he is such a pain haha”

“Mmhmm.” Jody’s grunt just barely loud enough for them to hear, her chin resting on her hand as her gaze slowly moves over and fixates on the Salazzle. Diane yawns and sits back upright with a stretch. “Oh it’s no problem Honey! You are alwaayyys welcome here!” She leans in and lands a gentle peck on the Salazzle’s cheek with a playful giggle.

Jody’s blood turns to ice and eyes quickly dart away from the sight in irritation.

Titia’s tail flicks at Jody’s response, what WAS her deal? She wasn’t giving up that easy though, she affectionately nuzzles Diane and then leans back calmly. “So uh.. we have a game this weekend right? Does coach have anything special planned haha, heard the rival team playing us is pretty tough!”

Jody doesn’t bother to make eye contact and posture remains still. “Not supposed to talk about it.” Her voice remained apathetic but Titia could feel the curt rudeness behind the response. The salazzle’s eyes fixated on the scrafty across from her as she struck her last nerve. Jody had been nothing but dismissive or blatantly rude to her all evening. Before she could lean forward and speak her mind, Hessian walks into the room triumphantly.

“HeyHoHoHo! Sorry to interrupt you sweet lass’s conversation hour! But I simply must borrow little Miss Jolene! I could dress and prepare the table myself, but it would be more efficient if I had another helping hand!” The blacephalon practically shouted his words as he usually does, almost knocking off his paper mache head in the process.

His head was well made by Diane in a attempt to cover up the fact he didn’t have one, but once every so often his head jerked a bit too much causing it to wobble.

Jody immediately seizes the opportunity to leave the room and practically leaps from her chair and rushes into the dining room, Hessian following closely behind.

Diane looks over at her partners expression with a frown, she wraps her arms around her and nuzzles into her neck. “Oh don’t worry about Jody, she’s just cranky she can’t have any biscuits right now I’m sure!”

Titia’s posture softens a bit at Diane’s words, although the scrafty was oblivious to the actual situation, her words calmed the Salazzle. Titia gently rests her head on Diane’s forehead with a smile, relieved it wasn’t a personal attack from Jody.

In the dining room, Hessian gently places a plate of cheese on the dining table and puffs his chest out proudly. “BEHOLD FAIR JOLENE.... I have shaped this MERE plate of cheddar Swiss and pepper jack into a marvelous HORSE!”

Jody looks over at the headless horseman standing proudly over the plate of cheese and raises a brow. “Didn’t you arrange the crackers into the shape of a horse?”

The blacephalon laughs heartily and takes a bow “INDEED I HAVE! As well as the plate of meats and the vegetable tray!” Jody huffs a bit in amusement at his antics, the man really loved horses.... and heads. But at least he wasn’t arranging everything into the shape of heads for once. She continues to set the table in silence, doing it as slow as reasonably possible to avoid having to go back out into the living room, when suddenly Hessian’s hand touches her shoulder.

“Pardon the touch Miss Jolene, but I feel as if this is needed for amplified comfort for what I am going to say” he pats her shoulder more firmly as she looks up at him in confusion. “You know Miss Jolene, Lass Diane loves you very much. Even more so than a normal sibling! The love you two have for one another, the care and trust, is stronger than a draft horse!”

Jody squints a bit at the draft horse comparison but slowly sets down her tray of silverware as the blacephalon continues to speak. “I know you are worried that Lass Diane courting someone may cause distance between you. But I can assure you that no living or dead creature could ever separate the bond that you have. Do not worry about Lady Tatia ‘taking her away from you’ but merely a new addition to the family!” He puffs his chest out proudly at the thought, Jody however being less than convinced at his words.

The horseman senses her doubts and continues to speak. “Well Miss Jolene, when I started to court my dearest Chloe, or well as you say.. Nana, did you feel the same? Did you once despise each move I made? Detest every word I spoke? Wish death upon each-“

He is cut off by Jody’s harsh words suddenly. “No I didn’t. But also you are right for Nana. Titia isn’t.” The young scrafties fists slowly clench as some anger slips out of her usual demeanor.

Hessian is taken a bit back by her small outburst, he hasn’t seen her this way since the first time they met in that unsavory manner. He scratches the fake head resting upon his shoulders, wondering what to say next as Jody continues to set the table. “Well Miss Jolene.... I know you may think that... you could even be correct! I can’t speak from experience but, I know that this... ‘highschool’ of yours is.. a experimental time in a young life nowadays! So maybe she isn’t right, but let Lass Diane figure it out for herself! Experience is the only way to grow! Experience! Adapt! Overcome! It applies to all aspects of our lives Miss Jolene... give her a chance maybe? If only for your siblings happiness?”

Jody nods in understanding, she truly understood what he was saying, but she didn’t like it. She didn’t agree with it. She knew her sister more than anyone else and therefor only she would know who would be best for her in the long run. Hessian’s words did continue to ring in her head, maybe from now on she shouldn’t interfere with her sisters relationships. She wouldn’t have to like it but just maybe mind her business. Maybe one day.

She flinches when suddenly she hears the loud familiar bell ringing, dinner time already. She must have been taking forever with setting the table, lost in her own thoughts for longer than intended. The scrafty hurried to the kitchen to help Nana and Hessian take out the food to the table.

Titia sits down and chimes in happily “so who leads the prayer?”. The table is suddenly drowned in silence, Nana nervously looking at the dead man sitting at the table. Diane and Jody look at one another, Diane visibly nervous and Jody attempting to hide a snicker. Titia’s expression turns to concern at the dead silence when suddenly Hessian’s voice booms loudly.

“WHY I SHALL LEAD IT! BEEN A FINE CENTURY SINCE I LEAD IN A PRAYER OF SORTS!” He laughs heartily as the expression from the Bennet Lizards turns into utter shock. They all nervously bow their heads in prayer awaiting what he was going to say next. The blacephalon bows his head and remains silent for a moment before his booming voice rings out.

“OH THANK YOU FOR THE FOOD. THANKS. MEN!” He drops his praying pose and begins serving food out to the girls, The Salazzle slowly breaks her pose in confusion. “....men?.... don’t you mean...ame-“ suddenly a plate of food is dropped in front of her by the horseman with a chipper voice “OF COURSE MY DEAR! ITS NEW SLANG OF COURSE! NOW LETS CARVE THE NO LONGER FEATHERED BEAST!”

The headless horseman holds the knife out to the table, offering the first carve to anyone there. Jody shakes her head and leans back in her chair “I think Titia should carve it. She is the guest after all!”

Diane looks at her sibling with a warm smile, the kindest thing the scrafty has said all evening. Titia is taken back by Jody’s sudden kindness but smiles warmly as she accepts the knife from Hessian. “Thanks Jody.. that means a lot.”

Jody smiles a bit back at her before she suddenly returns back to her usual expression, Diane’s hand gently rubbing her shoulder in appreciation. Nana scoots over the turkey towards Titia with a gentle smile. Titia slowly inserts the knife into the meat with excitement when she suddenly stops. “Wow haha this bird is so hot it’s still bubbling under the skin!”

Nana stops taking a sip of her wine. “I let it cool a bit though-“ Suddenly the turkey jerks towards Titia violently and the skin bubbles even more. The shiny Salazzle jumps back a bit at the sight when hot meat explodes everywhere, a bare applin rearing out of the turkey shrieking violently, obviously using the turkey instead of a apple for protection. Everyone at the table screams violently as suddenly the tiny worm dragon leaps at Titia, recognizing her as the villain who cut into his home.

Titia screams violently, unable to to get the tiny furious creature from her body, she drops the knife and runs from the home screaming. Diane screaming and following her out the door, Hessian quickly runs into the living room and grabs his sword. “HAHA! JOLLY GOOD TIME! A THANKSGIVING BEAST TO SLAY! DAREDEVIL MY BELOVED STEED! LET US RIDE TO SLAY IT!” The blacephalon sprinting out to his trusty rapidash outside to follow the two girls in a attempt to help.

Nana, who had jumped up suddenly and then slowly sits back down into her seat. Her claws gently grabbing her wine glass and taking a sip, gently shaking her glass back and forth and observing the wine swish back and forth. “So how did you do that, without me noticing or cooking the thing.”

Jody had never moved from her seat and leans forward and grabs a turkey leg that had flown across the table. Taking a bite and dipping a biscuit in some gravy. “I did it during the final checkup you did on the turkey, when you went to wash off the thermometer I had shoved it in. I coated it in enough burn heal to manage the last 25 minutes of it cooking.” She takes a sip of sparkling cider and smiles a bit as she continues to eat

Nana sighs, hoping that maybe this time the young Lizard would have liked Diane’s partners. She takes another sip of wine and begins to serve herself some mashed potatoes. “Happy thanksgiving Jolene.”

“Happy Thanksgiving Nana.”

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Quizzie and companions ask :) For Varric: 2 and 5; for Cole: 2,3 and 5; for Solas (because I can't not ask about Solas) 3 and 5; and for Vivienne: 2 and 5.

Vivienne
2. Did your inquisitor view The Game as worthwhile or did they detest court intrigue? How did that affect their relationship with Vivienne?* Halesta understood why wealthy nobles require something interesting to occupy all that free time, and she had no problem admitting that The Game was an art form, of sorts. But ultimately, she found the court's "rules" made the whole thing gratuitous and repugnant. Despite her attempt to appear cold, Vivienne is not a heartless person; she agreed that the there was far too much unnecessary bloodshed and none of it did anything to improve the Empire. So, all in all? It might have actually improved their relationship.5. How did your Inquisitor feel about Vivienne? Friends? Allies? Rivals?* OH, talk about a Slow Burn. It was all insincerity and passive-aggressive comments for quite some time. But—to everyone's surprise—they inexplicably became pretty good friends.Cole
2. What did your Inquisitor think of Cole’s ability to see into people’s thoughts? * Something about Cole was familiar to Halesta the moment she met him. Once she realized there were certain things he knew how to word his concerns without revealing secrets to anyone else, she mostly found his little trick endearing.... and occasionally embarrassing, but she's a good sport.
3. Was Cole made more human or more spirit and why did your Inquisitor choose what they did?* Honestly, Halesta felt it was never her choice to make. She heard both arguments, but ultimately the opinion she offered Cole was sided with Solas. She felt it would be wrong to encourage Cole to become something other than himself. She never stops wondering if she made the right decision.
5. How would you describe your Inquisitor’s relationship with Cole? Non-existent? Or a relationship like that of siblings?* She was more of an aunt-figure, or maybe a much older sister. She mothered him incessantly.Solas
3. If your inquisitor was told they were “unlike others of their race” by Solas, how did they respond? Were they angry or grateful?* She was furious for a moment, but quickly reigned in her temper. She told him she was grateful for his the intent, but that he had insulted her by attempting to separate her from who she was. 
5. What did they choose, stop Solas or attempt to redeem him, and what motivated their choice? Fear? Love?* Halesta is heartbroken, but determined. She will try everything she can think to redeem the man she loves... but, regardless of her ability to talk him down, she will stop Solas.Varric
2. How did your Inquisitor feel about Varric’s situation with Bianca? Who did they decide was right about what Bianca did?* I'll just quote her directly:'Enough, my Peach. Varric wasn’t truly manipulated,' Eliana's sudden assertion surprised her friends; she had, until now, refused to offer an opinion on the matter.'Is that what he told you?' Beneath his moustache, Dorian's lips pursed with affectionate presumption, 'Men aren’t exactly eager to admit their own misuse, especially at the hand of a woman.''No, I just know what love looks like after years of life working against it,' Elie sighed slightly before turning to look Dorian in the eye.'Bianca and Varric have a complicated relationship. Regardless of everything they did to be together, there were obstacles that couldn’t be overcome, sacrifices to immense to make. Sometimes, maybe even most of the time, love doesn't conquer all. But just because it doesn't work out, and you can't be with that One, doesn't mean the love ever really goes away. The intensity of the emotions wane and wax, just like with every relationship; why else would love and passion so often be compared to fire and embers?''And sometimes you both move on and sometimes you don't. Yes, either way, there's probably going to be some resentment. But when you see that person again, if you should ever be so lucky, that same love steps in and sets most of any lingering bile to the side. Because you truly do care about them, and their happiness and safety is what you want for them above all.'   'Bianca needed help, and from someone she could trust; that’s probably a very short list. And yes, in our opinion, she went about it the wrong way. But it’s not our place to label her as the villain in their relationship.'5. Did your Inquisitor leave Hawke in the fade or save Hawke? How did that affect their relationship with Varric?* LEAVE HAWKE IN THE FADE?!? NO!! She could never do that to Varric. And Stroud spending the rest of his already Taint-shortened life weighed with the shame of the Grey Warden's (admittedly inadvertent) betrayal of Thedas? Again, the choice was never Halesta's to make.