Imagine Alistair. Imagine watching his lips quirk into that cocky smile. Imagine the feel of his nose against your cheek as he leans in for a kiss. Imagine his hands, softer now from ruling Ferelden instead of fighting. Imagine the feel of his stubble on your collarbone as he kisses your neck. Imagine the smell of his hair as you run your fingers through it.
Claire is the passionate-lipsyncing-into-a-hair-brush-while-dancing-around-the-room type (particularly to Fall Out Boy). Jim’s dancing hasn’t gotten any less dorky, except when slow-dancing (which he’s alright at).
The humans and trolls are still trying to find a quick way to communicate. They’ve tried cell phones (touchscreens don’t pick up rock, and no one sells anything with large enough buttons) and magical crystals (Claire’s started flashing during a test and she nearly got a fail for cheating).
Toby picked up sudoku from helping his Nana fill out the puzzles section in the paper. Blinky is thrilled to learn about sudoku, and Jim gets him a book of them and he nearly cried (he copies the grids down on separate paper so he can solve them without writing in the book).
Barbara Lake, when introduced to the trolls the second time, screams loud enough to wake the dead. Once she’s tried calming down, she nearly burns down the kitchen trying to make tea. Claire tries to explain but isn’t a huge help, because she gets distracted explaining things that sound incredibly dangerous (the hero forge). Weirdly, Barbara listens to Blinky the most. (She is also relieved to know where Jim’s moped came from).
Claire is objectively the worst at giving gifts, even more so than Blinky (who only gives informative things, but at least stays with areas of interest).
Claire is bad at judging when things are dangerous. She thinks having a staff that can teleport her means she can run directly into the middle of the fray. Jim is getting gray hairs.
Someone has to pick up a ranged weapon. Three melee fighters? Someone needs to be support.
Everyone expects Claire and Barbara to get along, being the only two girls in the group, but Barbara thinks Claire is reckless and impulsive, and Claire thinks Barbara is overprotective and doesn’t have any confidence in their fighting abilities. Obviously they still downplay their fights to keep Barbara from having a heart attack, but being underestimated is irritating.
Telling Barbara that Strickler was a changeling goes about as well as anyone could expect. She isolates herself in her room for a few hours and emerges with red eyes. Strickler is mentioned only as an absolute necessity for a while, before she tells them to stop coddling her, that’s not their job.
Barbara is initially unhappy with Jim fixing so many meals (he has a job that’s even more stressful than hers, and more physically demanding), but Jim finds it relaxing to tune everything else out and just cook.
Claire isn’t actually a great cook when it comes to the oven (which she and Toby agree is evil and hates her). As long as no heating is required, though, she rivals Jim. Cookoffs are deliberately kept to a minimum because Claire is competitive and Jim will willingly fail to make her happy (which she hates)
Toby likes crafting things with his hands. He’s tried several hobbies, including crocheting (his Nana taught him), knitting, sewing, and bracelet weaving. Everyone has at least one thing he’s made them.
I’ve come to the conclusion that if you’re doing any kind of httyd AU, the dragons kind of…can’t be human? not unless you want to change up their relationship with the “vikings”. I mean, it’s not as though the dragons in canon are exactly…subservient, but at the same time there’s this feeling of “and now everyone has one!” that wouldn’t sit well with me were they, you know, human people.
so the conclusion would have to be just a simple “and now we’re all friends” instead of “and now we have augmented our society with the powers of these former enemies!!” also, the whole “we’ve killed thousands of them” thing would be a lot harder to just gloss over.
Summary: He’s too tired for royal mingling and eating-but-actually-trying-really-hard-to-be-on-your-girlfriend’s-parents’-goodside
sort of breakfasts. Maybe if he just lies there, they’ll think he caught some
Mewnian disease and died. Star would probably kill him for that, though, or
Notes: When I die next month, I want to remember the fanfiction I managed to crap out within a few days. Definitely not proud of it, but I also haven’t written in over a year, so it’s something.
This is post-canon Starco where they’re about 16 and have been dating for a couple of months. I plan on having a few of these one-shots kinda following the premise of Marco staying on Mewni for a summer to be with his girlfriend as she trains for her Queen-duties. Unoriginal, but I needed the fluff, and I think the same goes for a lot of you.