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The mech grumbles to himself for a moment before deciding he has nothing to lose and heads over to where the human sits. Her eyes widen in surprise for a moment before she waves, with much more excitement this time. Thunderhoof rolls his optics but crouches in front of the human.

“Wow!” the human gasps, staring at Thunderhoof in awe. “You’re much bigger up close!” She stands up from the porch swing, holding her hand out to touch the giant but stops when his optics narrow at her.

“Ayo, show a little respect here, squishy.” Thunderhoof almost feels bad with the way she drops her arm and pouts. He makes a motion towards himself, “I’m Thunderhoof, see? I ain’t somebody y’should be messin’ with, y’hear?”

“Well, Thunderhoof, I’m (Y/N)!” She holds her hand up once more, this time for a handshake. “I’m real excited to finally meet you! It’s not everyday you get to meet a giant robot!”

Thunderhoof considers, before pushing her hand down with a digit. She’s soft, he thinks. But he pushes that thought aside with a huff, “Cybertronian.”

“Pardon?” (Y/N) gives a polite smile, albeit looking a bit confused.

“Cybertronian. ‘S what I am.” He averts his gaze, trying to keep his cool and tough demeanor. “I ain’t a ‘giant robot’, I’m Cybertronian.”

“Oh! Okay. Okay, got it!” She moves forward and gives the giant mech a pat on his knee. “Thank you for informing me. I’d rather not offend you!” Thunderhoof turns a glare at her but it falters at her smile and her soft touch on him. He can practically feel his spark trying to beat its way out of its chamber. How dare a human make him feel this way. 

(Y/N) keeps her hand on his knee, but her head tilts at the obvious battle going on inside the mech’s processor. “Thunderhoof?” she speaks so softly, worried. “Did I say something wrong?”

Thunderhoof grumbles and gives a halfhearted glare to the human. “Y’better take yer hand off me, squishy, before I squish you. It’s what you humans are good for, afterall.” The mech huffs

(Y/N) takes her hand off Thunderhoof, raising both in defense. “Alright, alright! Boundaries, I get it.” She smiles softly at him, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay!”

The large mech stares at her, processor racing, before he stands up and crosses his arms. “Why aren’t’cha scared, human? I could easily squish you under pede.” He growls at her, trying to appear threatening. 

She shrugs, “There’s not much excitement out here. Besides, if you wanted to squish me, I’m sure you would’ve done it already!” She grins up at him, hands on her hips now.

Thunderhoof scoffs, trying to find a comeback, before simply grumbling as he can’t find one. He drops to sitting, causing (Y/N) to wobble from the rumble of him landing on the ground. Once she stabilizes, she has a cheshire grin, “I’m right, huh? You don’t have the heart to squish me!”

He glares at her, his faceplates flushing a light blue. “You better keep yer trap shut before I change my mind.” She shrugs, moving back to sit on the porch swing once more.

She seems more than content to sit in silence with Thunderhoof, using her foot to make the porch swing rock. Thunderhoof watches her as she picks up the book that was sitting next to her to read. His glare softens just a bit, faceplates still flushed.

King Man has specially gotten his advisor their favorite snacks from Ooo. He goes straight to their room, the platter of various treats in hand. He pauses in front of their door, close to reconsidering. He takes a deep breath and knocks on their door.

It takes a few moments before their door opens, looking tired and disheveled. “Oh, King Man, what’s up?” They yawn. Oh, Glob, did he wake them up?

He swallows nervously. “(Y/N). did I wake you?” He speaks softly to them, “I didn’t mean to bother, honey.”

They laugh softly. “You could never bother me, my King.” (Y/N) reassures. “Now come on, tell me what you wanted that made you unable to wait until my alarm went off!” 

“Oh, right! Right, I uh..” King Man takes another deep breath before presenting the platter of snacks. “I got you your favorites! Special from Ooo!”

They brighten, grinning. “Aw, King Man, you didn’t have to go through the trouble of getting me this!” They take the platter from the King of Mars, excited. “Y’know, you’re a real sweetheart.”

King Man flushes, waving them off. “Honey, you flatter me.” He grins, “And you know I wouldn’t do it for just anyone!”

(Y/N) laughs. “Well, I appreciate it, my King. I will make sure to savor this. Thank you” They hold the platter with one hand, using their free hand to pat King Man’s arm affectionately. “Now, you should get some rest before your duties today, King Man.” They smile to the Martian, “You don’t want me to make you!” They tease.

King Man scoffs, “I don’t need to rest-” He’s cut off by (Y/N) sticking their tongue out at him and closing the door to their room. He sighs, lingering outside their door. Attempt failed.

~✿✿✿~

Attempt Number 2. Flowers.

Today’s been busy, King Man has barely had the chance to see (Y/N). He got them flowers, once more imported from Ooo. He’s been trying to talk to them all day, but always gets interrupted by his duties as King of Mars.

It’s been a frustrating day, but he finally gets his chance to talk to his advisor. He lets out a deep sigh as he sits on his throne, them standing next to it with a clipboard.

They open their mouth to speak but stop when he holds his hand up. “My King? Is something the matter?” They frown, worried for their friend.

“No no, nothing’s wrong!” He waves his hand, trying to ease the worry. “It’s just been a long day, honey. I’ve been waiting all day to give you something!”

They pause, then laugh. “That must’ve been torture for you, King Man.” the advisor teases the King of Mars.

He sighs dramatically, slumping in his throne with his hand on his forehead. “Don’t you know it, honey.” He chuckles and sits up, picking up the bouquet of flowers. “I got these imported from Ooo. A little piece of it, just for you.” He holds the flowers out to them.

They gasp softly, setting aside the clipboard and carefully taking the bouquet. “Wow.. King Man.. You have no idea how much that means to me.” They speak ever so softly, staring at the bouquet.

He grins, pleased with their reaction. “I got an idea of it, (Y/N).” He leans over the side of the throne to look at them, before speaking in a sing-song voice, “now tell me how much you love me!~”

(Y/N) pauses before laughing, cheeks lightly flushed. “You know you’re my best friend, King Man. You mean a lot to me, dude.” They continue to stare at the flowers, refusing to meet his gaze.

King Man’s grin tightens, trying to keep the lighthearted mood but feeling rather dejected. Attempt failed.

~✿✿✿~

Attempt 3. Pickup lines.

King Man lays across his throne, tapping the seat as he thinks.(Y/N) is sitting leaning against the throne, eyes closed as they relax. Today’s a slow day, luckily, meaning the two of them just get to sit around. 

King Man hums in thought, shifting his position to look down at his advisor. “Hey. hey (Y/N). Honey. Honey. I have something to tell you!” He grins.

(Y/N) opens their eyes and looks up at the King of Mars, looking unamused. “Dude.” They huff, “What do you need? It’s a slow day, I could be napping.”

He chuckles at their grumpy behavior. “This might sound cheesy, but I think you’re really grate.” He purrs.

They stare at King Man before rolling their eyes. “Dude. That was awful.” They lean back against the throne once more.

He shrugs, trying another. “Are you a camera? Because all I can do is smile when I see you.” He moves to hang off his throne a bit more, to be closer to (Y/N). They groan in annoyance, glaring up at King Man.

He pouts, pausing to think before moving further down so he’s hanging in front of them, arms on either side of their head while upside down. “I think someone must have stolen the stars and put them in your eyes.” He grins.

“Dude. King Man, my friend. You should practice these with someone else.” They continue to glare at him, despite the flush on their cheeks.

King Man will not be deterred this time. He makes another attempt, holding their gaze. “Your eyes are like IKEA. I could get lost in them for hours.”

They pause, their glare giving way to confusion. “... What the flip is IKEA?”

“... I have no idea. I just read that line in an old book.” He looks sheepish.

King Man tries to push himself back up onto his throne, but only succeeds in making himself fall off the throne. (Y/N) snorts in amusement, “you dingus! Y’donked up!” They smile at the King of Mars, who only pouts. Attempt failed..?

~✿✿✿~

Attempt 4. Just confessing.

King Man’s frustrated with his failed attempts to woo his advisor. He’s run out of ideas that could possibly work on his human friend. Human courtship is confusing and he’s decided to give up on that. Good old fashioned confessing is likely the best option.

It’s his advisor’s day off. He doesn’t want to interrupt their peace, but he’s decided there’s not much choice. The two of them won’t get much privacy otherwise. He pushes his anxiety aside and marches to their room, determined.

He knocks on their door, calling out through the door. “(Y/N), I don’t mean to bother you on your day off, honey, but I’ve really got to tell you something.” He tries to keep his tone even, not wanting to let anxiety get the better of him.

They open the door, looking very unamused. “King Man. If you came here to give me work on my day off, I am going to personally murder you.”

He laughs, giving a grin. He will not show how nervous he is. “No! No, nothing like that, honey.” He pauses and swallows.

They frown, noticing their friend’s nervousness. “Hey, King Man, what’s wrong? Did something happen? You know you can tell me anything.” they reach out and put their hand on his arm, trying to provide comfort. King Man flushes at their touch.

“I.. I know I used to be a total deuce breakfast, but you stuck by me during that time.. You even helped me figure out how to be a normie when I lost my powers..” He takes a deep breath, fidgeting with his sleeves now. “You came here with me. To Mars. You willingly became my advisor..”

His advisor simply tilts their head, waiting for him to continue patiently. King Man sighs, “And I will admit, my feelings from you have.. Gone from purely platonic to.. Wanting to have you be mine, honey. And for me to be yours.” He gives a soft groan, frustrated with how hard this is, and takes a step back. “Now, honey, there’s no pressure to feel the same. We can forget this ever happened, in fact. Glob, this is embarrassing-”

The King of Mars is cut off by (Y/N) pulling him closer by the collar, pressing their lips to his in a kiss, albeit a bit of a hesitant one. King Man freezes, his eyes getting wide. He quickly relaxes and kisses them back, his hands hovering over their waist.

They pull back, giving him a bright smile. “You’re a real dingus if you think I haven’t loved you since the beginning. You were a deuce breakfast, but I found you to be rather charming.” They give him a sweet peck to the lips. “I’m yours, if you’ll be mine.”

The King giggles, flustered. “Yeah.. Yeah that.. Sounds nice.” He grins and pulls them into a hug, slightly swaying them back and forth.

“If I’m dating you, does that make me royalty?” They joke, nuzzling their face to his shoulder.

He laughs, patting their head. “It makes you whatever you want to be, sweetheart.” His grin softens into a sweet smile, as he continues to sway with them.

~✿✿✿~

its been a while since Peppermint Butler has left to make you some coffee. he should've been back by now, you think. you let out a small groan, not wanting to get up from your comfy spot, but you push yourself up anyways. you head on out of the lounge, heading towards the kitchen first.

Pep wasn't there. where could he be? you start to wander the castle, wondering where in Ooo the little peppermint could be.

"Peps?" you call out, "Pep But, where are you!"

there's no answer to your calls as you wander. you finally get to Peps' room and as you get close, you hear muffled chanting. he's up to something in there. you hesitate, not wanting to disturb him, but at the same time you're oh so very curious what your friend is up to.

you take a deep breath and open the door, peeking inside. the scene laid out in front of you is not surprising, Peppermint Butler sitting on the ground with candles spread out around him with him chanting and eyes glowing. what is surprising, is the hot cup of coffee sitting in front of him.

"Peps?" you put your hands on your hips, staring at him with an amused smirk

the candy butler, startled out of his trance, quickly tries to hide the coffee with his arms with an embarrassed blush on his little face.

"(Y/N)! what are you doing here? why didn't you knock?" Peps gives a nervous breath, "you should be back in the lounge, relaxing!"

"I got worried because you were taking so long, Peps." you go over to him, "what are you even up to in here?"

Peppermint Butler grumbles as he stands and picks up the still steaming cup of coffee. he walks over to you with a huff and holds the cup up to you.

"I.. was making you coffee.." he averts his eyes, still seeming embarrassed.

"you were making coffee with.. dark magic?" you take the coffee, staring into the cup. "why were you using all that on a simple cup of coffee, Pep But?"

you blow on the still hot coffee before taking a small sip. glob damn that's so good! Peppermint Butler mumbles something that you can't catch and he turns away, not wanting to face you.

you look at him, confused. "what was that, Peps?"

".. you're worth the effort of it and I wanted to make you something nice.." Pep But states quietly

"aww, Peps!" you coo, "you're so sweet!!" Peppermint Butler grumbles as you pat his head, "c'mon, Peps, let's head back to the lounge."

you offer your hand for him to hold and he stares at you, eyes wide. he takes a deep breath and takes your hand, following you back to the lounge.

Peps hesitates before speaking up, "(Y/N)?" he averts his eyes once more

"Peps?" you acknowledge

"are you not curious why else I went through the effort of it?"

you hum, "I suppose I am. why did you use dark magic to make me coffee?"

"I like you. so much. like.. romantically..? and I just.. thought you deserved something nice?" his voice gets quieter towards the end.

you both stop walking and you stare at him, processing what on Ooo he had just said. the longer the silence is, the more nervous the small candy butler gets, and he attempts to pull his hand back. but you squeeze his hand gently.

"I-I like you too, Peps." you smile down to him with a bright blush on your cheeks, "and the coffee is amazing. I've never had anything quite like this!"