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mystic-story-lover · 1 year ago

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Heheh I'm back! This one is for good old Manders

The reader gets to give a dose of ass kicking to the rascalz at a pro wrestling revolver show after they confronted them to try piss off manders

~ I'm Yours Cowboy ~

1 Called Manders x Sophia (Female!OC) Word Count: 1471 Warnings: Swearing, annoying flirting, a little violence (a teeny tiny amount that is there for one little spot) Type: Fluff Summary: During the Mayhem For All Meet ‘n Greet the Rascalz try to bring heat to Sophia’s table to get in Manders head A/N: Ahh this is finally written! I had so many ideas for this, but writer's block was ROUGH. However, it’s done and I’m so glad to share. Hope this is what you were looking for!! ~~~

“It was so nice to meet you!” The woman called from over her shoulder, whilst she walked towards the second row of seats. I smiled, glancing up as another person approached my table.

“Hi there, how are you?” They asked, and I replied with a simple ‘good, how are you’. We made a little small talk as I signed their poster, and they were excited to see Mance Warner slide behind me. I’d realized it was him from the tickle of his bandana on the back of my neck and the southern drawl in his accent when he warned me he was sneaking up.

“Sophie, where’s those stickers at?” He asked, digging through my suitcase for his merchandise.

“Try Manders bag, I think he put them in there this morning.” I replied as I slid the poster back to the fan in front of me. “Hey Mance, look up for a sec?”

He did as asked, and noticed the person in awe at him, causing him to chuckle. I’d had fans tell me they were jealous that I not only knew SGC, but was dating the resident cowboy, which always made us laugh. Sure, there was the occasional time someone hit on either one of us, but we both were quick to shut those requests down.

“Oh my god, you know the SGC. Holy shit.” They grasped out, smiling widely still at Mance, who was still half bent, hand in my bag.

“Yes, yes she does. She also knows that instead of dating the loser cowboy over there, she could have a RASCAL.” Trey spoke with a smirk as he approached my table.

“Trey, I’ve told you before, I don’t want to be with you. Now shoo, would you?” I groaned, shaking my head.

“Oh come on Sophia, don’t be like that. You know we’d look better together.” He stated, placing one palm on the table.

“Lady said to go. Suggest you do it.” Mance spoke, quickly returning to an upright position.

“Woah there, relax buddy. Trey’s only here to talk with Sophia, unless you want to start a fight.” Zack shrugged, not bothering to care that Manders started to make his way over to the same table.

“Oh, we’re ready anytime and anyplace.” He spoke, wrapping an arm around my waist.

The sweet fan in front of us kindly moved over to she side, and I shot them an apologetic look. They only nodded, and I returned my focus to the scene in front of me, which was definitely catching the attention of others.

“Easy there cowboy, I can handle this. How about you and Mance head over to your table with the fan on the side of mine. They really seem to like you two.” I sigh, tapping Mander's arm that was still around my waist. “Trey, I’ll talk to you after all this. That work for you?”

He began to speak, but a fan interrupted, excited to see the two men out there. With a second shrug, Zack walked away as well, leaving me to the group of fans that began to surround my table and a leaving boyfriend.

“Hey, Soph, everything all good?” Shawn asked from behind the curtain, probably hearing word of the conversation between the men.

“As good as it is for now. Can we have some extra people in the back for a post conversation?” He nodded at my question.

Time flew by as fans continued to come to my table, some asking me questions about what it was like to work the indies compared to those who are signed to a major company. Others asked about my relationship, but all was respectful of it. When the time came for the five of us to head to the back, Manders came to me first.

“Piggyback?” He questioned.

“Piggyback.” I replied, smiling at him.

He turned around, giving me the chance to see Mance camera ready, a common sight since Manders and I became a couple. As he bent, I positioned myself over his back, straddling it almost, and tapped his shoulder when I was ready to go in the air. When he was standing again, he turned his head, leaning over for a kiss, and I complied, flipping the camera off in the process, causing Mance to laugh.

“Making that the new profile photo for Manders.” Those words caused the cowboy to laugh, nearly dropping me in the process.

“Babe! I’m gonna fall!” I screamed, scared as I continued to slide down him.

Before I got the chance to reach the floor, I could feel two hands on my thighs, giving me the slightest boost up. I turned to see who’d reached to help, knowing it wasn’t my favorite of the trio, since he was still holding my arms. I noticed that Crash had reached right under my knee to lift me, and I smiled at him.

“Thanks for the boost.”

“Thanks for not finding it weird. Didn’t want you falling to the floor.”

“You kept your hands in a respectful spot, how would that be weird.”

“I wanted to be safe rather than sorry. Plus it was better than the local stoners reaching.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” Mancer groaned.

We all laughed at that, and talked as the four of us began walking towards the back to get ready for tonight’s show. Officially, SGC wasn’t booked for any matches, but they were going to have a surprise one, and call out the Rascalz for the next Iowa show.

“So, you wanted to talk. Can only assume it’s so you can say I was right.” Trey chuckled, confident that I’d leave for him.

Manders dropped me safely once we’d fully reached the back, and I took the chance to walk up to Trey. I reached up, placing a palm on the left side of my hand, and I knew Mance took a step towards me. As Trey continued to lean into my palm, eyes closed, I took the chance to use my right hand to place a slap across his face.

“What the hell was that for?” He asked, reaching for his cheek.

“For purposefully trying to cause a fight and get the boys here screwed. I’ve told you several times that I’m not interested. Stop asking, or I’m going to report it to Sami and have you not allowed near me.” I growled out, clearly frustrated at everything that happened.

“Fuck, you didn’t have to slap him so hard.” A familiar voice called out, and I turned to see my best friend, and the newest Bullet Club leader, David.

“Finlay, how long has it been? Two weeks?” I giggled, running over to hug him. “But seriously, this dude has been hitting on me since early fall. Wouldn’t you have gotten annoyed?”

He nodded, realizing the situation was far worse than he imagined.

“Listen here, two of my club are in Impact, and I could easily ask them to set up a feud, unless you back off Sophia. She’s not interested, and that cowboy over there is who she wants. Are we clear?” A beat of silence passed. “Good.”

Suddenly, a few security guards came around, and eyed the scene in front of them. Behind them stood Shawn, and I knew he sent them in to make sure everyone was okay.

“Oh, and for the record Trey, you’re only half of the tag champs, but soon, you won’t be any part of them.”

A cat-call came from the side, and I shot my head over to see my boyfriend smiling at me. I ran over to him and he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. Using the distance, or lack of, I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss.

“Should marry you on the spot after that, looking beautiful as hell.” He whispered into the kiss.

“Oh, should you, huh?” I smiled, placing another gentle kiss on his lips.

He nodded, removing his hands from around his waist, and grabbed one of my hands, spinning me in a circle. While turning, I missed him receiving a beautiful diamond ring from his friend, and tag partner, before pulling me back into him when I’d done a full 360.

“Would you want to? Marry me that is.” He asked, a worried expression coming over his face.

“Anytime and anywhere cowboy.”

“So will you?” He asked, holding up the ring.

My hands instantly went over my mouth, pure shock coming over me. I watched as the man of my dreams lowered himself onto one knee, holding out the diamond ring for me.

“Yes, yes, yes, and a million other times yes.” I cried, and he slid the ring on my finger. I dropped to my knees, wrapping my arms around him and kissed him again. “I’m yours, cowboy.”

#1 called manders fluff #1 called manders imagine #1 called manders x sophia #answered request #~my story :) ~

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ipuckwithhockey · 4 years ago

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Easier Said Than Done- M. Tkachuk

a/n: So this is just a little snippet of something I’m working on. Not sure if I’ll run with this or not, I just kind of want to get a feel for if people are interested. Let me know if y’all want more.

Warnings: None

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Matthew had no idea what he was doing here. He definitely didn’t fit in and he felt like he was sticking out like a sore thumb. He walked through his captain’s home, taking in the over the top decor that Lauren had draped throughout the house. Matthew didn’t understand why an eight year old needed an extravagant birthday party, but he could see how kids would probably think this was cool as hell. The theme was Minecraft and there was everything from life-sized creepers to a gigantic Minecraft bouncy house in the backyard.

Kids were running about and parents were congregating around the house. Matthew wasn’t really sure where to go or what to do so he continued to wonder through the house until he finally found Gio.

“Chucky! There you are!” Gio was in a group of other parents when he spotted the curly headed boy awkwardly walking around his home. He waved him over and introduced him.

The captain had invited him to his son’s birthday in an attempt to kickstart his new, more mature lifestyle. People had been urging Matthew to leave his wild bachelor days behind. He had an A on his sweater now, and it wasn’t for adultery— well at least not yet and Gio thought that bringing him around some more adults and showing him how happy he could be if he settled down would be a good idea. What he hadn’t factored in to the equation was the babysitter.

You used to be a staple in the Giordano home as you were their first choice of babysitter on any given day. That was back when you were in undergrad, and since you’ve embarked on your journey through law school, you’ve had to cut back on the hours you spend with kids. Lauren and Mark were sweet enough to invite you to the birthday party, saying that the kids missed you but that they missed you even more. You really couldn’t say no, and so you found yourself walking up the front pathway to their home on a beautiful Sunday morning.

As you made your way through their home you admired Lauren’s dedication to throwing a perfectly curated party, even if it was for an eight year old. You’ve babysat for a few of their friends as well and they greet you happily as you move through the house and out to the backyard.

The kids spot you first and before you know it you’ve got two little ones climbing you like a tree. You’re definitely regretting wearing a short sun dress that’s only being held up by two thin straps now, but the kids don’t seem to mind as they greet you enthusiastically, asking you a million questions and telling you how much they’ve missed you. You can’t be mad though, you love these kids and their parents. Mark and Lauren have always been more than generous to you and their kids, although wild, were total sweethearts who had won you over immediately.

“Hey, hey, hey. Leave her be!” Gio comes running over shooing the kids away and back toward the bouncy house.

“Sorry hun, they don’t know you’re off the clock today.” He says.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ve missed those little rascals.” You reply as he takes you in for a quick hug.

“Well, you can take them if you want!” You laugh at that. Mark likes to joke about getting rid of his kids, but you know he’s a family man at heart, and he wouldn’t give them up for the world. He’s asking you about school when Lauren walks up, bringing you into a big hug. It’s funny standing there with them looking so proud that you’re doing so well in law school. Since you moved to Calgary they’ve been like your second set of parents and you’re realizing now how much you’ve really missed them in your life.

Lauren is quick to whisk you away so that she can show you the new curtains in Mark’s office. The two of you had slaved over dozens of books of fabric samples, trying to find the perfect fit and a fabric that would get the approval of her husband. It took months and while you thought it was comical to put this much effort into upholstery, you always had fun indulging in these luxuries with Lauren.

“What do you think? I think they turned out so great!” Lauren says she admires the curtains. You have to give it to yourself, you guys did a great job picking our this fabric. They look great and you’re sure that Mark really doesn’t care, but when he finally approved a fabric that you both also liked, it was worthy of a big celebration.

“So, tell me about everything! We haven’t talked in so long, and don’t tell the others but none of our other babysitters compare to you!” She says.

“Everything’s good, I’m stressed and all I really do is eat, sleep, and study, but it’s good. I miss you guys though.” You say simply.

“Well, you’ll just have to come over more often! Even if it’s not for the kids, I need some Y/N time. You know our doors are always open!” She replies. “And if you’re stressed, then we’re definitely scheduling a shopping date, and don’t worry, it’s on me!” You don’t have words for how much you love this woman. She’s like a big sister and mom all in one, and you can’t do anything but bring her in for a hug in response. You talk a bit more, but she has to get back to her hosting duties so you let her go and you slowly wonder back through the house, stopping in the kitchen to grab a beer before heading out to play with the kids.

Matthew spots you as you’re running around with the kids. It looks like the kids are playing tag and you’re obviously letting them tag you out. It’s like everything is moving in slow motion as you running around with your hair flowing gracefully behind you and the skirt of your dress rippling in the wind. He’s entranced and he doesn’t even notice when Gio walks up beside him.

“Don’t even think about it.” He says bluntly.

“Think about what?” Matthew says, trying to play it cool, like he wasn’t just checking out the girl still running around with his kids.

“Oh, come on man, I’ve seen that look a hundred times. She’s a nice girl. She used to be our babysitter but she’s in law school now, and doesn’t need you coming into her life to break her heart.” He scolds Matthew, and Matthew knows that he definitely has the right to say it but it doesn’t make it hurt any less. There was a part of him that did want to settle down, to find the girl that would be his wife, and leave his single life behind. It was just easier said than done.

As much as Matthew wanted to ignore Gio, and walk up to you and lay it on thick, he also respected his captain way too much to disobey him, especially in his own home. Instead, he told Gio he would stay away, and that night he went home thinking about a beautiful girl he couldn’t have.

Was it just the fact that he wasn’t allowed to have her? Or was it that her eyes were full of joy and her smile could cure the world of sadness that had him so bewitched?

#matthew tkachuk #calgary flames #flames #matthew tkachuk imagine #hockey fanfic #hockey imagine #nhl fanfic #nhl imagine #hockey fanfiction

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george-fabian-weasley · 4 years ago

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Oliver Wood - Shoot My Shot

Summary: You and Oliver Wood have been enemies since your first Quidditch game during your second year. You, being a Slytherin makes it far harder to find a liking to the Gryffindor boy, yet somehow you managed to do so. While playing a Quidditch match of Slytherin against Gryffindor, you decided to shoot your shot, literally and figuratively.

Words: 2,522 words

Warning ⚠ : Cheesy, Fluff, Only the Good Stuff, The Sexual Tension Is Real™

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"Oi, Wood!" You shouted as you looked up. The Slytherin Quidditch Team had just arrived to the field to have a few hours of practice for an upcoming match against Gryffindor. As if they have been summoned, the Gryffindor Team had just finished their practice. Oliver Wood, the captain slash Keeper for the team looked down to see you, and snickered, “Y/L/N!”

As he flew down, he smirked at you and your team, “What’s the occasion here, lads?” You scoffed, glaring at him, “What do you think, Wood? Doing a theater play?”

He laughed, “Now, why so tense, Y/L/N? Did someone put Puking Pastilles inside your drink?” You rolled your eyes as you folded your arms, “No, but I do remember a pair of redheads sneaking Dungbombs under my bed a couple of days ago. Any idea who they are, Wood?”

As if on cue, the Weasley twins came swooping down laughing hysterically, Oliver was obviously trying to hide a laugh by hiding his lips, “N-nope, no idea, sorry.”

Oh, he definitely knew.

“Funny.” You sneered, when suddenly a certain small body flying around caught your attention. “Is that...?” You trailed off, squinting to look better. Oliver followed your eyes and shrugged, “Harry Potter? Yeah.”

You gave him a look, and he understood it completely, sighing, “I know the chiseler’s a first year but McGonagall wanted him to be a Seeker. Can’t say no now, can I?”

You shrugged back, “No matter, we’ll simply beat your arses this time at the match.” You smirked, and Oliver mirrored your expression with a scoff. “Oh yeah?” He walked closer, almost looked like he was about to kiss you.

You had a silent staring match, his eyes on you and vice versa. If anyone didn’t know better, they’d say you two were lovebirds. With a soft smirk on his lips, he inched closer to you, his nose slightly grazing your cheek.

“We’ll see about that, Y/L/N.” He whispered closely to your ear, the breeze of his breath hit your ear softly. He inched away and gave you a wink, a playful one as he walked away with the rest of his team.

You huffed in annoyance, seeing his obnoxiously fit body slowly disappearing into the ring. You won’t ever admit to anyone, not even a single soul, at how he had you so bothered.

In a good way.

You turned around to your team who witnessed the whole thing, some of them playfully smirking at you. You sneered in disgust, “What are you idiots looking at? And what the bloody hell are you waiting for? Practice!” At your command, your teammates fleeted away on their brooms to their designated places, leaving you alone on the ground.

You took a few deep breaths trying to calm your heart down, but with bloody Oliver Wood out there simply existing, you found your heart picking up its pace. You groaned in annoyance at the flustered heartbeat, yet you couldn’t sneak away the small shy smile your lips had etched on.

After practice, you returned to the Slytherin common room. You were exhausted, everything was a mess. As a beater, you used the nerve-wrecking excitement Oliver Wood caused you to have earlier for the better, by beating the Bludger as hard as you can.

One of the reasons you love Quidditch, it allows you to express your anger and frustrations, and sometimes excitement, through something else without hurting anyone else, well, involuntarily.

UGH.

The Quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor will be held in two days, you have no time to fawn over Oliver Wood, no matter how handsome, or witty, or funny, or-

You slapped yourself with a nearby pillow, physically shooing away those unholy thoughts. ‘You’re the bloody captain, for Merlin’s sake! You can’t be thirsting over the captain of the opposing team!’ Your mind shouted.

Yeah, as if you didn’t know that already.

Suddenly, someone tapped you on the shoulder. You looked up from the dark green pillow to see a little boy with metallic blonde slicked back hair.

You sighed, “If you’re here to be a part of the Quidditch team, then you know my answer-” “But if Potter can join in first-year, then I can too!” Draco Malfoy retaliated.

“Yeah, but Potter is a Gryffindor whose teacher is Minerva McGonagall, Draco. You really think Mr. Severus Snape would allow a first year to join Quidditch?” You asked him back in a tired tone. This wasn't the first time Draco had asked you to join the Quidditch team as soon as he found out Harry joined. And seems like it’s not going to be the last either. You saw his eyes darted away for a few moment to think, then he reverted them back to you sadly, “But Y/N...”

You felt pity for the boy, sometimes you felt like he feels inclined to beat Potter in everything he does. And being his older cousin doesn’t help, because you knew how severe Uncle Lucius can get around the little boy. If it weren’t for your parents, you would’ve taken Draco under your wings as your little brother already.

“Look, Draco...” You sighed, trying your best to be understanding towards the boy, even if he gets on your nerve sometimes. “My answer is still no, but you can join in next year if you want it that terribly. Terrence Higgs is graduating and won’t be here next year, so there would be an empty spot for a Seeker. The best I can do is save you a spot.” You offered. He sighed, and grumbled a ‘fine’.

“But if I don’t get it next year, my father will hear about this!” “Your father is my uncle, Draco. The one telling him first would be me, do you understand?” You voiced out sternly, Draco cowered immediately at your dominance. “Yes, Y/N.” He said quietly.

“Now run along, Draco. Your friends are waiting.” you softened your voice to him. He left, and you sighed. Sometimes, you needed to be stern to that boy, or else he’s going to treat everyone like his minions. 11 years old and already sound as snobbish as his father, sigh.

The next day, Slytherin and Gryffindor shared a classroom for Transfiguration class by Professor McGonagall. Unfortunately, she made everyone sit with the opposite house. And guess where she placed you?

“What’s with the long face, Y/L/N?” Oliver snickered as you moved to sit beside him. You gave him a sickly sweet smile, before frowning again, “Neither of us want to be here, so shut it.” You muttered.

“Oh no, darling, I want to be here. The one who doesn’t is you.” He chuckled as he supported his head with his arm, turning himself completely towards you. You grimaced, in spite of the increased heartbeat over the nickname, “Is this how you flirt, Wood? It’s so pathetic.”

Oliver smirked and leaned to you ridiculously close, “Oh yeah? Then why are you blushing?”

?????!!!!!!!!

You scoffed in surprise, the audacity of this lad made you speechless. And then you felt it. The heat rushing up your cheeks, making it glow red. The blush in your cheeks just widened his smirk, “If I’m being correct here, Y/N Y/L/N, you look like you like me.” He whispered and bit his bottom lip.

You rolled your eyes at his attempt of embarrassing you more. Despite your heartbeat going crazy, you won’t let him cod you. So you leaned closer, Oliver was obviously surprised and stunned, your noses were almost rather touching each other, as you whispered, “And so, what if I do? What do you do then, Oliver?”

You had never called him Oliver. You both knew that.

“Mr Wood and Ms Y/L/N,” McGonagall’s voice made you both flinch away rather quickly. “I would really appreciate if you could continue your love drama somewhere else and focus on my class, thank you.”

“Sorry, Ma’am.” You heard Oliver mutter, as he glanced at you with rosy cheeks. You couldn’t dare to spare him another glance throughout the whole class.

What the bloody hell was that?

Next day came like a pop, and you were getting ready to throw everything in to the match. The last Gryffindor vs Slytherin match, you had won. And you were definitely certain to repeat that once again. After putting on your uniforms and safety gear, you went outside to the pitch. The whole school was there cheering you on. The jitters from before had flown out of the window, the adrenaline was now kicking in. You flew on your broomstick to the air, all of your other teammates were already there, the other Beater in your team nodded at you, and you nod back.

Looking to your front, Fred and George Weasley smirking nastily at you.Those two were as violent as a bloody honey badger when it comes to Quidditch, you groaned as you imagined the pain those rascals will be giving you soon. At the far back of the Gryffindor Team, was Oliver Wood, already at his post, the middle goal. As he caught your eyesight, he winked and mouthed, "Good luck." You smirked at him and just motioned your thumb across your neck, causing him to scoff.

The whistle started, the Bludger was released, the cheers erupted, and the game has begun.

You flew everywhere to keep the Bludger off of your teammates as your Chasers tried to goal some scores. A Gryffindor, Lee Jordan was the commentator of the day, and you could hear his shouts and comments on your every move. Knowing how distracting that could be, you tried your best to block his voice and focus on the game. With the bat in your hand, you swung the Bludger with it with full force to one of the Gryffindor Chasers, but they were saved by the twins.

Once in a while, you would glance at Oliver, watching him catching every single quaffle and toss it back out to the field, successfully protecting his goal. You always knew Oliver Wood is a great Keeper, but Merlin, he sure did shine that day.

The game continued until the second half, time out. You flew down and drank a hella lot of water and cast a pain relief charm on your left arm. One of the Weasleys had Bludgered your arm pretty nastily, and you weren't too keen to find out whether it's broken or not. After muttering "Lenio," to the rest of your body, you flew back out. The score currently was 20 to 30, Gryffindor was leading.

Either your Seeker gets the Snitch, or your Chasers score another 2 goals to win this match.

Suddenly, you got an idea. It's a pretty terrible idea, but an idea nonetheless. What if you distract Oliver Wood so your team can shoot goals? 'That's a stupid idea, Y/N.' Your heart voiced out, but hey, either go big or go home.

So you went on with your plan once the whistle started. As you Bludgered one of the twins (consider it karma), you flew close to Oliver, who eyed you curiously. "Decided to visit me in the middle of the game, Y/L/N?" He said loudly, the cheering made it harder to converse.

"If I win this match," you said loudly, sort of multi-tasking as one of the Weasleys tried to Bludger you again as you beat the Bludger off with your bat. Oliver faced you, waiting for you to go on.

"If you win this match...?" "If I win this match, you owe me a date to Hogsmeade!"

Oliver had his eyes widened, "A what?" He managed to say before swerving another quaffle out of his goalpost. Your teammates were now eye-ing you in confusion, what the bloody hell are you doing there at Gryffindor's goalpost rather than protecting your teammates?!

"A date!" You shouted. For a second, Oliver was in a blur and then cracked up a big smile, "And if you lose?" he remarked. You rolled your eyes, the small grin your lips widened significantly, "If I lose, then it's your choice!"

After that you went back to your original position, ignoring the glares of your teammates. The game went on until Harry Potter had caught the Snitch, spitting it out from his mouth.

Gryffindor won.

As disappointed as you were that you lost, you were more disappointed over the fact that Oliver now owes you nothing.

... Maybe your plan wasn't to distract him all along.

After the match had finished, you found yourself at the hospital wing, tending to your broken arm. Madam Pomfrey had said if it weren't for the pain relief charm, you wouldn't even be able to hold a broomstick mid-air without immense pain. The Weasleys were beside you seemingly injured as well, and you shook their hands professionally before they left.

It's just a game. Good sportsmanship is far better than continuous winning streaks.

"Y/N." You looked up to see Oliver, standing near your hospital bed. You groaned in embarrassment, "You owe me nothing, Wood. Now go away." "Yeah, about that," Oliver was fiddling with his sleeves, his broomstick was placed between his armpit and arm. Oliver Wood looked... Nervous?

"You said before that if you lose, then I get to decide, right?" He said, furrowing his eyebrows at you, licking his lips. You slowly nodded, already thinking of possible things he'd want you to do.

Oh no, does he want you to run around the hallway naked? Or does he want you to cast 'Riddikulus' to Snape? Or does he want you to be the Bludger puppet for the twins for a week? Or-

"You owe me a date to Hogsmeade."

W...what?

You were now a blushing mess. Both of you. "B-but I thought you hated me?" you asked, the heartbeat of yours was really close to a rhythm of a heavy rain. Oliver widened his eyes in shock, denying that thoroughly, "No, I don't! I actually... like you since the second year. You know, after the match?"

You remembered your first Quidditch match in your second year, that was the first time you ever laid eyes on Oliver. Both of you had broken an arm and a leg, and your beds were side by side. For 2 days, you had talked to each other like friends, but as soon as your senior came by and visited you, he prohibited you to talk to a filthy Gryffindor. Being brainwashed since young, both of you hated each other.

Well, at least you thought so.

"So... What do you say?" He asked, looking rather nervous again. You were speechless, your lips were suddenly dry, you were suddenly conscious of how you looked like at the moment. "Wait, so all those times, like at McGonagall's class and at the field, you really were flirting?"

He grimaced in cringe, rubbing his neck and looking away, "I guess you were right about my flirting being pathetic." He laughed shyly. That made you laugh, it made you break out from that awkward phase you had just now. "But you were right, though?" You teased, tilting your head to him playfully, smiling genuinely to the boy.

"I do like you."

COMPLETE!

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dennou-translations · 4 years ago

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I wanted that star. I wanted to be the person who would piece through that star.

Leon Stephanotis and the First Star

I had once seen a comet that only came around every two hundred years together with a girl.

It had happened years ago. That was one beautiful evening. Even now, I can still vividly recall the twinkling of the stars we watched on that day while our bodies shivered at the coldness of the nightly wind. Like jewels scattered over a dark canopy, the starry sky was enough to make one forget to even breathe. As it passed by, dragging its white tail, the meteor looked just like a fairy in flight with insect scales scattering about from her wings.

Whenever I looked at a beautiful night sky, I would think many times over, “Aah, now that I’ve branded this moment into my heart, I’d have no regrets if someone reaped my life away”. Should I lose my life, I wanted it to be on a starry night like that. I wanted to die with the memory of witnessing something stunning.

“May the night sky be a beautiful starry one on the day I die,” I wished.

But that one evening was a little bit different. Maybe because I had someone to watch the stars with me. Maybe because that was my first love.

She was a gorgeous person. Even more than the stars. Her hair looked like the Sun when shining under the moonlight and her blue eyes were like gemstones created from a mix of the sea and the sky. With her porcelain skin and skylark voice, the way she walked was just as that of a well-cared maiden. In reality, she was an orphaned ex-soldier, as well as an Auto-Memories Doll from a far-away southern country, so the saying “don’t judge a book by its cover” was pertinent when it came to her.

She was most likely an once-in-a-lifetime kind of person, one that you couldn’t know if you would ever get to meet.

My chest throbbed even at the sigh that leaked from her when she was peeking at the telescope. When she looked my way and smiled faintly, I experienced an impact as if I had been hit in the head, giving in to a love that made me feel like my whole body would melt and crumble down.

“Master, astronomical observations are quite a wonderful thing.”

If, by any chance, my body were to be crushed by a star in that moment, only on that day did I want to keep looking at something, even if for just one second more. I wanted to keep looking at her. Forever and ever, I wished. That was what I thought.

This encounter had changed my life and decided my fate. I didn’t mind if people laughed at that, calling me a romanticist. I, Leon Stephanotis, whose destiny had been altered, would always look back on it.

On the day that I had watched the stars with Violet Evergarden.

“There was a sea of gold in his land” – who was it again that had sung the praises of a desert like this?

“I’m beat.”

When bookworms read too much, their head’s capacity would exceed the limit, so they would automatically forget the things they had read in their early phases. I had confidence in my memorization abilities and yet I couldn’t remember this, so it was surely a passage from an adventure novel or something of the sort that I had read in my childhood.

——What a beautiful comparison.

When I actually stood in the middle of a desert, my impressions were drawn to the temperatures, sunlight and other such things regarding the environment instead, so this poetic expression hadn’t crossed my mind. In the destinations of my travels, I often reminisced to a certain someone who was somewhere in this world, as well as the things she, who spoke words as beautiful as that, used to say, as if borrowing them.

“So pretty...”

I liked the color of gold. I could observe the grains of sand moving smoothly for all eternity.

“Everyone, you did well; the books we excavated will be brought back by another group. Meaning that we from the starting line-up are finally off for the first time in months.”

As I was spacing out, I didn’t hear the commander’s words very well. I was only staring at the ground, missing out on everything. When I raised my head, the happy-looking faces of my bearded and somewhat dirty colleagues entered my eyes. All I understood right away was that we would get a vacation.

“After we get twenty days off, we’ll regroup in Iustitia, at Shaher’s headquarters. After that, we’ll go to that place in the south where the reconnaissance team was sent. Next will be our turn to bring back the luggage. Don’t let your bodies get weak.”

“Roger that.” Once everybody gave an agreeable reply in unison, we disbanded from the spot.

Iustitia, Shaher’s headquarters. The main office of my occupation. I was previously in a section called the codex department, devotedly working on the deciphering of documents and copying manuscripts, but now I had been transferred to a completely different section. It sounded good when we were called the leading actors, but it was actually a group of reeking adventure rascals, the literature collecting department.

I put my heavy baggage sack on the ground and heaved a breath. Wiping the white folk clothes that I had been provided with on-site, I dusted the sand off them. This clothing called dola – a long robe secured by a waist belt – looked flappy and inflexible at first glance, but it was surprisingly easy to move around in. It was made of a rather velvety silk material, so there would normally not be so much sand sticking to it, but since I was caught in a sandstorm until just a moment ago, there was no helping it.

We had returned from a thorough search in the ruins of an abandoned castle, once the dominion of a royal clan whose name was eminent in the past. A book burning movement had taken place in this land at a certain point, but we had received information that a scholar from those times, out of fear towards the situation, had hidden valuable books in the forsaken palace. The information was apparently right, so after wandering around all over the deserted castle, we had found dozens of books. The books that would be taken to Shaher’s headquarters were to be made into written copies and spread to the world.

Made for protection purposes, Shaher’s literature collection was also well-reputed in other countries. It was difficult to negotiate with the locals responsible for the abandoned castle, but we were allowed entrance this time as well thanks to our achievements thus far. Just like that, someone’s story, studies and feelings, which were supposed to have disappeared, would breathe once again. The books we had been looking for would be delivered to other people and comfort them during long nights.

——What a wonderful thing.

The working environment was awful, but I was proud of my job.

I sat down on my luggage and gazed at the cityscape while drinking water from my canteen. In this desert-zone city, everyone’s clothes seemed harmonized no matter what color they wore.

“Senior Leon, what will you do on your days off?”

As a junior who had not yet left the spot called to me, I furrowed my brows and looked at his face. He was a young man of masculine facial traits, which was enviable to someone as baby-faced as me.

“Hey, Sir.”

A rarity amongst the members of our unit, the man had not been born in Iustitia. If I wasn’t mistaken, he was a rich kid who had been born in a southern country and entered Shaher through connections with the foundation executives.

Getting a job at the Shaher Observatory was a daunting task even for those who had studied astronomy. It was hard to make it without learning in a good environment from an early age. Since Iustitia, the capital of stargazing, was the best place to study in, it was natural that the ones hired were mostly the locals.

——Well, this guy had connections, so this has nothing to do with him.

I pondered an answer. “Nothing in particular.” For the time being, I decided to be cold, acting as nonchalant as ever.

And this was also the same as always, but the junior took no offense in my crude response – rather, he laughed at me, looking happy. “Then that means you’ve got no plans. I was thinking of going home. If you’d like, how about we go together? We have a villa by the lake... If I go now, the schedule will allow my family to join in.”

“No, why do I—”

“Last time we had a break, I told my little sisters about your cool adventure story and they wouldn’t shut up about how much they wanted to meet you. Hey, hey, how about it?”

I was baffled. I had no idea what was good about me to this junior but he would oddly flock to me. The reason why I hadn’t told him about my plans right away was that I felt he would follow me if I did so. Honestly, he was a bother. Up to now, we had acted as a group. I wanted to be alone even if a second sooner.

“I’m not going.”

“No way... My family’s all pretty boys and girls! Sir, you like beautiful things, don’t you?”

“Do they look like you?”

“They do.”

“Then they might be pretty, but won’t be my type.”

“Sir! You’re horrible!”

“So loud. If your family’s waiting for you, hurry and go.”

While I gestured with my hand as if shooing a dog, the junior made a puppy-like sad face. Even though he had a big body, he was amicable and his display of emotions was richer than most people, making him look all the more like a dog.

“Then, if you ever feel like coming to see me during your break...”

“I won’t.”

“...could you contact a hotel called Varona in Leidenschaftlich?”

“I won... uh?”

“It’s a first-class accommodation establishment. It’s under my uncle’s administration, so you can get a stay there immediately, and I can pick you up as soon as you give me my name. Oh, you’re making an interested face, huh? Want to come with me right now?”

What piqued my interest was the word “Leidenschaftlich” – that was all.

——That’s where the CH Postal Company is.

And it was also where my first love worked at.

“You were from Leidenschaftlich...?”

“That’s right. I did say it in my self-introduction when I joined the department.”

“Well, I don’t listen to people I have no interest in...”

As expected, my junior gave a happy-looking smile with his whole face. “Sir, I like that you’re equally unfriendly to everyone. People only got close to me because of my title... and my family’s social standing... but Sir, you’re cold, and that feels nice.”

“Your suffocating actions are a pain in the ass to me. Besides, hum...”

“What is it, Sir?”

“Hum, say... is the CH Postal Company well-known?”

“Do you know Violet Evergarden?” – the reason why I couldn’t ask this was a literal embodiment of how much I lacked guts, I thought.

With an “aah”, my junior immediately made a face like the name rang a bell. “I know them. It’s the company of that businessman, Claudia Hodgins, right? They’re popular. Shocking that the name of a company would come from you.”

“I’m an adult, after all. I’d know the name of one or two renowned businesses at least.”

“That’s a lie, ain’t it? I already know you don’t have interest in anything but stars. Erm... if I’m not wrong, all the postal companies of Leiden got sucked into it. They also succeeded in company split-ups. Their president is a celebrity too. The newspaper series where he talks to other entrepreneurs is a trend... It got adapted into a book just recently. There’s a chapter in the extra edition where he talks to his secretary and the president of an affiliated company, and it’s so fun. The book’s in my room at the headquarters, so you can take it with you and read it all you want.”

“Is there nothing about business in that book? Like, about the Auto-Memories Doll field... Hum, according to my research, there should be a rather famous Auto-Memories Doll in it... Don’t know if she’s still there, though.”

I timidly attempted to ask, yet it seemed my junior didn’t know the details. That was expected. The number of people who could hire Auto-Memories Dolls was limited, so hardly anybody would know even the name of a famed Doll unless it was someone marginally acquainted with them.

“I wonder. I do sorta know that they apparently have one real beauty of a Doll. But I also have a good-looking face... so I don’t yield to beauties from here and there.”

“Got it. Thanks for the info. And for the nice conversation. Go home.”

“Sir...! If you get bored of being alone, please remember me!”

Leaving behind my clingy junior, I took off from that place. I strutted with a hand in my pocket.

My junior wasn’t a bad guy. He had a high-handed personality but fit into the category of good person. He must have talked to me like that because he knew about my background as an orphan who had lost his parents and got a job at the astronomical observatory by way of assistance from Shaher. Meaning he was worried about his senior, who would be spending his vacation alone with no lover or family. The reason why he had invited me to a house where his family would be was probably that he was exposing his intentions in his own way.

——But to hell with that.

I wanted to be alone. To say that the people who thought I was pitiful were the actual pitiful ones was my essence. I had always enjoyed watching the stars by myself anyway, and I enjoyed books about stars too. Book reading wasn’t meant to be done with two people, right? I liked being alone. This was also because I had lived a life of accepting solitude for a long time, but if anything, it was harder for me to settle down when I was in someone’s company.

When I turned the street corner and confirmed that he finally wasn’t following me anymore, I let out a relieved sigh.

——Alone at last. Time and space just for me.

The times when I was by myself like this were the ones I felt most comfortable in, and while I did have some things to reflect upon in that regard, unfortunately, I didn’t have a family to pester me about having children, unlike the rest of society. Because I was alone.

——I get that it isn’t a good thing.

There were things that you couldn’t get used to or change, despite understanding why you should. I was equal parts as obstinate as I felt inferior to those who had families. Only one person had ever made me want to be with her for a little longer when I was in her company.

——Only one.

Our circumstances were similar and we were also alike in that we were burdened with loneliness, but it wasn’t as if I liked her because of the similarity. It was because she seemed like she would be all right even if she were on her own, so I had wished to stay by her side. To get close to her. I “liked” her in that way. It wasn’t as if I wanted her to do something for me. I was the one who wanted to do something for her. It was that kind of “like”.

It had happened a long time ago.

After we had spent a little time together, she left. When we were bidding our farewells, I stopped her and confessed.

“Violet.”

I told her I was in love with her. I didn’t ask her, “I like you, so what do you wanna do?” – I simply told her I liked her.

“I’m... I’m... in the codex department now, but... I actually wanted to be in the literature collecting department like my father.”

She gave me this answer: the way that she cherished me was different.

“I had my hopes up that maybe my mother would come home one day if I waited here, bringing my father back with her... so I kept shutting myself in until this age, without ever stepping off into the outside world. That was possible in this place and I wanted it myself. But... just now...”

But if we ever happened to meet again, she wanted to spend time with me.

“I’ve just made up my mind. I’ll go around the world like you.”

In that moment, the woman who had said that she couldn’t feel emotions...

“I might face danger. I might lose my life without anyone ever finding my body, just like my parents. But—But that’s okay. I’m thinking of choosing that path.”

...smiled at me like a normal girl, looking happy, and told me something.

“If I do that, I’m sure we might get to meet someday, somewhere, under a starry sky. We’re both gypsies. And if that happens, will you...”

——...watch the stars with me again?

“Yes, Master.”

She told me that. She said it. This alone was already enough for me. This alone gave me the courage to come out of the world that I had been secluding myself in. Even if my love wasn’t requited, even if we never saw each other again, I was so happy.

She.

Violet.

Violet Evergarden.

Just that – just the fact that she had promised to watch the stars with me – had made me happy to the point of changing my life.

I kept making transfer requests ever since that day, finally earned approval and ventured myself into the outside world. The world other than Iustitia that I saw for the first time was bustling with a dizzying variety of things, which made me regret secluding myself. But surely, if I hadn’t met her, I would have taken a lot longer to go outside. No, I might have never left that bird cage to begin with.

That environment where I was allowed to wallow was terribly indulgent. After all, everyone was awfully nice to me for not being able to stand up, just because I was sad.

I didn’t simply think that I would definitely get to see her at least once. The probability of an astronomer and an Auto-Memories Doll, who had spent time together at work, meeting even once was surely the same as the meteor we had seen that day – once every two hundred years.

I was being ridiculous. If I really wanted to see her, I should just go visit her postal company in Leiden. The reason why I didn’t do it was that I was scared. That maybe her words were just out of friendliness, and that, if we did meet, she wouldn’t even remember me and I would be rejected. On top of being terrified of this, I also had a dream.

That if we ever happened to reunite, I wanted us to meet again truly by coincidence, under a starry sky.

If something like that really were to happen, just what would I do? Would I smile? Cry? Or ask for her love again?

I nodded at a passerby who had almost collided with me and started walking again. I had no particular destination. I could also go back to the headquarters just like this and be an idle bookworm in my own room, but going sightseeing around this city for at least a little bit was also good.

——I won’t get to see Violet if I stay in that place.

I had no free time to spend money, so I could afford the luxury of staying at a remotely nice hotel. Having made up my mind, I went into the main street and began looking for accommodation in the desert capital.

Local idioms were honestly my weak point. Even though it was a common language, it was hard to catch because of the many dialects. When I talked to elders, I was done for.

However, I could perfectly understand that the inn’s owner, an old gentleman, had treated me like a “young lady”. Of course, I told him he was mistaken, but he didn’t hear it. He led me to my room with a hand around my hips.

The room was quite a high-class one, so I let it slide. If it were my old self, I would have been as furious as a raging fire. But I had grown up. By holding back my anger, I would manage to spend the night in a proper bed, where it didn’t seem like bugs would show up, so becoming an adult was for the best. Even if my self-respect decreased a little.

While I was chilling in the room and writing my diary, the sun went down in a blink of eye and it was getting late into the evening.

“Heave-ho.”

It was the dead of night. I put on warm clothes and prepared myself to go out.

I wanted to observe the desert’s starry sky at my own leisure. As our activities had been limited to daytime ever since we had arrived here, I was now finally getting to do the things that I actually felt like doing. I had watched it together with everyone else from the windows of the cheap inn that the literature collecting department’s personnel had stayed at, but as expected, I wanted to see it from a spacious place with no noise or anything of the sort. As a scholar born in the so-called “capital of stargazing”, I obviously was going to have my fill of the desert’s night sky.

Unable to contain my feelings of excitement, I left the room after my lips relaxed a bit. For the heck of it, I greeted the innkeeper and told him I was going to see the stars. When I did so, he made a worried-looking face.

Apparently, women were forbidden of wandering outside at night in these lands. He couldn’t stop me from going out since I wasn’t a local, but warned me not to get too close to men. It wasn’t as if there were many ruffians among the people who walked around at night, but simply that this city had this kind of culture, so if the men suddenly spotted a woman, they might think badly of it. I had grown up in a men’s dormitory watching a bunch of idiots, so I understood what he was trying to say.

I showed him the retractable cane I was holding, and while I was at it, I also demonstrated with one swing that a blade came out from the tip as well. It was not for killing anyone, but it sufficed for making the other party recoil and holding them back.

Receiving the innkeeper’s applause from behind, I ventured myself outside.

The temperature gaps between nighttime and daytime was extreme in the desert. Having been raised in a mountaintop astronomical observatory, I was used to areas where there was a discrepancy in temperatures between day and night, but even then, I could bring myself to deem it as comfortable due to differences in humidity. The instant I stepped outside, I shuddered with a “brr”.

However, I forgot the cold as soon as I saw the sight spreading overhead. Surely, God must have dropped His jewel box. The starry sky unfolded in a way that made even someone like me come up with such a poetic saying.

Due to the fact that it was nighttime, there were few people out, but it wasn’t as if nobody was wandering about the city. Just as the innkeeper had said, it seemed that someone with a womanly appearance (I wasn’t a woman at all, though) walking around did catch people’s eyes, as they called to me countless times. I put myself on guard in each of those instances, and everyone withdrew with the same caution as the innkeeper.

Not letting the women walk around late at night was also meant for protecting them.

I had heard that there was a place for stargazing aimed at tourists somewhere a little far from the city, so I headed there, for safety as well. Several tents were erected around the sparse green area. In addition to privately built tents, there were also merchant tents selling drinks and food.

After looking through the signboards with the prices of the alcohol and warm soups that people of this region consumed and were familiar with, I picked the alcohol. I was an adult now and on vacation, so I told myself that it was okay to drink today and gave myself permission.

I went for a cloudy-colored alcoholic drink simmered in a large pot called the witch’s cauldron. It was warm and sweet, with a slightly spicy aftertaste. It warmed your body when you drank it and was the best delicacy to savor in cold weather.

Some people invited me to enter their tents, but I refused and steadily began setting up by arranging the astronomical observation tools that I had prepared. I assembled a demountable astronomical telescope over the sheets.

Even though this was said to be a place for stargazing, not everyone seemed to be astronomy freaks like in Iustitia – most of them were lying on the ground, enjoying a conversation with their companions while relishing in the jewels of the night. Everyone other than myself had simple handheld telescopes, so a few locals started appearing fussily around me, looking greatly interested. If anything, there weren’t just tourists.

A young father who had a child with him shyly came to ask me, “How much is it for you to let us take a look?” Apparently, he had mistaken me for a merchant.

“I don’t take money for it. It’s something for me to enjoy myself.”

The young parent made a bewildered face at my blunt reply, but nervously stepped in front of the kid and said, “It’s okay even if it’s just for a little bit, couldn’t you let this child take a peek?”

“Sure, it’s fine.”

He was also surprised at my ready consent. As he asked one more time if I really wasn’t going to charge for it, I declared that I wasn’t, swearing by this land’s god.

I beckoned the child. Our heights didn’t match since he was too small, so I lifted him by the hips.

“Can you see them?”

“Just a tad higher.”

“This much?”

“Amaziiing.”

At the child’s delighted look, the father and I locked eyes with each other and laughed. Then, other people who had been surrounding us at a distance came over one after another, asking me to let them see next. Whenever I said that I wasn’t charging any fee, they would ask me back, “Are you a saint or what?”.

In a land where you could see such beautiful stars, astronomical telescopes weren’t wild-spread among locals, enjoyed only by tourists and outsiders. That was probably the case. For them, this was an expensive item brought by outsiders. The stars were beautiful enough at naked eye, so if I had to say it, telescopes weren’t necessary. But if there was something that would help them see better, there would obviously be people saying that they want to take a look.

——Guess I’m gonna contact Shaher’s donors and indicate this place as a potential donation site.

If this pleased so many people, maybe it would be nice to have a telescope that everyone could look into, just as there were benches where everyone could sit on along the streets. I liked stars, so it made me happy even if just one more person fell in love with them.

“Having fun?”

“We are! You’re so generous!”

The figure of an elderly man much older than myself smiling like a boy, looking extremely happy, struck home pretty hard. It wasn’t like I wanted to hang out with anyone or that I had a preference for getting along with everybody. That wasn’t the case at all.

“This thing’s pricey, ain’t it? You okay with people touchin’ it without a care?”

“It’s not made for decoration; it’s something to look at.”

But these kinds of moments were nice.

——Very nice.

If these once-in-a-lifetime encounters would increase the proportion of stargazing in someone’s life, nothing could make me happier.

——When I get old, I guess I’m gonna run a rent-a-telescope or something like that somewhere.

I decided to take a few steps back and let everyone enjoy themselves.

This sensation that the joy of the surroundings was becoming more and more contagious. This feeling that people were gathering there only out of curiosity and adventurous spirit, not for profit. It didn’t seem fitting of my usual self, but something like this was also conceivable every once in a while.

With nothing to do, I naturally started looking around. Wonderful night, wonderful atmosphere.

The figure of someone standing still amongst it all entered my field of vision even without me wanting to. Everyone else had a companion.

The person was clad in dola like me and had a veil covering her face. From her physique, I could somehow presume that she was probably a woman.

Hoping that no weirdos would go talk to her, I worried about and kept watch over the woman, just like people had done for me. If she got caught up by anybody, should I intervene?

I used to hate women, yet here I was, concerning myself with one. I might have a misconstrued sense of justice, but I at least had to care.

I was just looking at her for a little while simply for that reason, but the instant that the wind blew strongly, all of my nerves became her captive. Her veil came off. It came off just slightly and I could see her face.

Her golden hair fluttered leniently. Her shapely profile was exposed under the starry sky. This beauty that could be discerned even in the nightly darkness was breathtaking.

It was really just a few seconds’ time and she immediately fixed the veil back on tight, but I had already seen her, so I knew. I knew.

I knew who that was.

Distancing myself from the telescope, I walked unsteadily towards her. Like winged bugs that gathered up to light.

This person literally shone like a lantern in my life. It was fire that wouldn’t disappear, no matter how much time passed. Time only strengthened the flame’s vigor.

That was why, aah, I... I...

“Violet Evergarden... is that you?”

That was why I called to her at that moment, with a shrill voice. As she looked at me, her eyes slowly crinkled, the corners of her lips went up and she smiled at me.

I felt like tearing up at that.

“It has been a while, Master.”

I had dreamed of this.

“Is it really you?”

I had dreamed of this day.

“Yes, Master.”

Always had been.

“Stupid, I’m not your master anymore... I have a name too... You’ve probably forgotten about it, but I... My name is...”

I had dreamed of this day and had always been thinking about what to say if we ever got to meet again.

“Mr. Leon Stephanotis. Is ‘Mr. Leon’ all right?”

If it were under a starry sky with not a single cloud, we could talk about its bare beauty. If it were on a rainy day, we could discuss the mythology related to the constellations.

“Did I mistake it? I have confidence in my memorization skills, but...”

If it were on a night where a once-in-every-two-centuries meteor were to pass by, we could share stories of the past in which we had observed the sky together.

“No... you got it right. You got it... Just ‘Leon’ is fine... Violet, the time you spent with me was so long ago, and yet, you sure... managed to...”

I had dreamed of this. You had no idea, did you, Violet Evergarden?

“You sure managed to remember.”

You were my first love. The first person I fell for. That day was the first time I confessed to someone.

“Leon, do you recall the promise we made?”

I opened the door to courage. I opened it thinking it would be okay even if I got hurt. But instead of hurting me, you accepted it. You broke my love to pieces, but still acknowledged it.

“Yeah.”

I had dreamed of this. Of this moment. You didn’t have to remember it. You could have forgotten what you had said to me. But if nothing else, I wanted to have one more look at you before I died.

“Have you memorized...”

One more time.

“...the names of a few stars?”

I wanted to see you one more time.

Violet Evergarden. I – the sixteen-year-old Leon Stephanotis – was in love with you.

He was in love with you. So was my current self. Now that you were in front of me, I could tell as much, even if I didn’t want to.

The flame inside my chest was saying, “This woman is the one who started the fire.” It told me that you were the woman who burned me up. You had burned me, and you still were. You melted everything that I had locked up within ice. It told me that you were the woman of my fate.

Violet wordlessly nodded in agreement. She nodded like a child. She was happy that I remembered what she had told me – I could tell by the facial expression she was making.

——You used to be so expressionless and doll-like – who was it that changed you so much?

You weren’t a doll anymore now. More like a girl who had someone’s love. You didn’t look like anything but that in my eyes ever since you were with me, though. But now, surely you had someone. This someone had changed you to that point, right?

“Violet,” I said, suppressing the pain of my sweltering chest. “If you have some time, won’t you spend it with me?” I asked.

I was attempting to open the door to courage again. Regardless of what awaited me beyond it, even if I regretted opening it. I asked nevertheless.

You changed me. You made me who I was. You probably didn’t know that. You didn’t have to.

“Yes, by all means.”

And this beautiful woman in front of me, too.

“I had been waiting for a day to come when I inform you about the fruits of my studies.”

Surely, she had also been made by someone.

“Should we ever meet, I had wanted to report them to you, even if you did not remember.”

Envy, affection and attachment ran through my body.

“That is what I was thinking.”

My sixteen-year-old self was screaming. “I was in love with you. I was in love with you. I was in love with you. I’m in love with you. Even now, I still like you,” he shouted.

I no longer had any of the youth and recklessness of those days. However, regarding my love for her, the me from back when I confessed to her was still here.

“I’m sure what I’m gonna say now will trouble you. But would you listen?”

I was still here. That version of me was still inside me.

Violet Evergarden, you...

“You can laugh if you want; you see...”

...to me, you... a woman like you was...

“You were my first love.”

Violet Evergarden, you...

“I still like you. Forgive me.”

To me, you were a woman of the stars.

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seaofghouls · 4 years ago

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Resident Evil Village WKM AU

PART 1

Taglist: Nobody. Comment to be tagged!

Warnings: Bullets, Guns, Monsters, Tranquilizers, Blood, Gore, Descriptions of serious injuries, ect.

The stuff you'd see in Resident Evil. ------

“Long ago, a young girl went to pick berries for her father who was hard at work. The forest greeted them with a dark, cold silence. The bushes empty. Yet, determined to find the berries, the little rascal broke free of mother’s grasp and vanished into the trees. Mother’s worried cries faded fast as the girl ran on, over vine and under branch and into the forest deep.

Feeling strange eyes upon her, the girl recalled mother’s scary tales and her throat became bone dry. Then the bat lord appeared. He greeted her warmly and bit his own wing. “Come child, quench your thirst.” He said. So she drank the thick dark blood and smiled with joy. Passing through the graveyard, menacing storm clouds loomed and the air turned bitingly cold. The girl was shivering in her thin clothes.

Then, a Dark Weaver appeared and with a click of his fingers, crafted mist into a beautiful dress. “Come child, warm yourself.” He coaxed. So she clothed herself and smiled with joy. Across waters deep and ominous she went, hoping a boat she found would take her home. But hunger’s grip tightened and her hunger grew heavy.

Then, the fish king appeared and offered one of his many fins. “Come child, eat your fill.” So the girl ate and smiled with joy once again. Continuing on, she soon entered the forest’s dark heart. Then an Iron Steed appeared, bearing a beautiful, golden gear. The creature said nothing as the girl approached.. And snatched what she thought was another gift.

The horse grew angry and summoned the other monsters. Terror filled the girl’s heart as a wild wind rose around the beasts. Suddenly, a witch appeared! Dark, yet regal. “Gift we gave, but more you took.” She snarled. In a blink, the girl was trapped in a mirror, forever.” “There, she’s asleep.” He finished, holding a baby.

“What is with the creepy story? She’s only six months old. Especially the part about being trapped in a mirror.” Y/N asked with a huff.

“The woman at the store said it was traditional. A local tale. Besides, Rose doesn’t seem to mind.” Damien gestured at the sleeping baby in his arms.

“Because she doesn’t understand it, thank god.” Y/N sighed.

“We moved here so she wouldn’t have to deal with that, remember?” Y/N frowned. “There’s nothing wrong with my memory.” Damien slightly snapped.

“Maybe I’m being paranoid. I’m just cautious, y’know?” Y/N said.

“Then, go cautiously take your daughter to bed.” Damien smiled, handing them the baby.

“I’ll finish dinner.” Damien gave Y/N and Rose both a kiss on the head.

“It’s alright, Rose. Your father doesn’t want to remember. I can’t blame him.” Y/N mumbled.

“Did you say something, dear?” Damien called out.

“Nope! I’ll put her to sleep.” Y/N called back.

Y/N carried Rose up the stairs and into her room.

Setting her into the crib, Y/N smiled. “Don’t worry Rose, I’ll be right downstairs. I won’t let those scary fairytale monsters get you.”

Y/N gave her a kiss and walked back down the stairs.

“Is she doing alright?” Damien asked as Y/N walked back into the kitchen.

“Yeah, she’s sleeping like a- well, a baby.” Y/N giggled.

“Mm, smells good. What is that?” Y/N asked, referring to the meal that Damien was cooking.

“It’s clorba de legume, a local recipe.” Damien said.

“Wow, you’ve gone full native, huh?” Y/N smiled.

“Local wine, too.” Damien smirked.

“If you’re going to be grumpy all evening, maybe you shouldn’t have any~.” Damien teased.

Y/N sighed as Damien poured wine into two glasses.

“You really need to stop worrying.” Damien said.

“It’s just.. Everything happened so fast, y’know? It’s a bit stressful.” Y/N frowned.

“Well, at least we’re all here together.” Damien gave a small smile.

“You, me, Rose, now everything’s going to be-” Y/N interrupted him.

“Seriously? You think we can just forget what happened in Louisiana?” Y/N asked.

“It happened so long ago. I just- I don’t understand why you are so-” Damien was interrupted by a bullet.

In his shoulder.

And then, what seemed to be hundreds more lodged into him.

“Damien!” Y/N cried. The lights were cut out, the blood was everywhere.

There was no coming back from that.

“Damien-! Oh god.” Y/N cried.

Hiding under the table, Y/N was covering their mouth as they looked up to see who did this.

“Abe?! What the hell?” They barked.

“Sorry, Y/N.” Abe shot at Damien’s body more.

“No! What?! Why?!” Y/N sobbed.

“Ghk-!” Y/N gasped out as they were shot with tranquilizer darts.

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Y/N slowly cracked their eyes open with a groan as they heard a phone going off. They lurched over to unburry it and answered it.

“Is the package secure?” The other end asked.

“What the hell is going on here? Where is Abe and Rose?” Y/N demanded.

“You are not authorized to-” The phone cut out.

“Curses!” They spit.

They began to walk around, turning on their flashlight that they had.

Crows were hung from the trees and the van had crashed.

They found a house and decided to explore it. Nothing of use on the main floor.

Or in the house for that matter. Just blood stains and a trashed home.

“..What did all of this?” Y/N sighed.

By the time they got out, it was morning. They’d never been so happy to see daylight. God, that house was creepy.

“Where the hell am I?” Y/N questioned, looking at the giant castle ahead.

Walking into the town below, it was abandoned. It was utterly trashed and empty. They ran into a man hiding inside a house. He shoved a gun into their hands.

“It’s all I can spare.” He said.

“What the hell’s out there?!” Y/N pleaded, but got no answer before whatever was outside grabbed the man through the roof. They fell through the floorboards into a bit of bodies.

“Aghk-!” They cried.

“Oh god.” They cried.

Bodies littered the floor.

“..Jesus Christ.” They muttered.

“Agh-!” They howled in pain as a beast attacked them, tearing off three of their fingers.

They were thrown out of the basement into the open world, their hand bleeding out, missing fingers.

“What the hell was that?!” They cried.

“N-no! Stay back!” Y/N pulled out the gun the old man had given them and started shooting at the beast. It fell over and bled out after a few shots.

They realized they were trapped. They decided to look around the village for any keys to open the locked gates or ways out. They were able to cut the lock open on the gate blocking them with lock cutters and other various items they found around the village of death.

They heard a radio announcement about traveling to Luiza’s house for safety, so they decided to do that while picking up useful items that they ran into.

The beasts were everywhere. They were able to wrap their bleeding hand in bandages they found. They had quite a few close calls including the beasts.

They got cornered and tumbled into a lake while bleeding out surrounded by monsters before they all stopped all of a sudden and ran off when an old woman seemingly saved them.

“W-wait!” They tried to chase after the lady.

She went off on a tangent with a creepy smile. “The bell tolls for us all! They’re coming again!” She closed the gate.

“Damn it.” Y/N cussed.

The only part that Y/N was paying attention to was the fact that their daughter was in the village.

“I’ve got to find her.” Y/N said.

They continued to travel through the village, shooting at monsters. Damien’s death was still heavy on their mind.

They found a daughter and father in a shed. They found a way to get them inside and close the gate. Luiza greeted the three at the front door, albeit with a man pointing a gun at them before Luiza shooed him off.

“You’re not from this village, are you?” Luiza questioned.

“Uhm, no. I’m Y/N.” They said.

“If Elena trusts you, then so do I. Come inside, Y/N.” Luiza said.

Luiza led them to the main part of the house where the others were hiding.

They certainly did not get a warm welcome.

“There is no safe! Every sorry person out there has been ripped in half!” A man cried, his alcohol swishing from side to side from inside the bottle.

“That’s enough.” Luiza declared.

“Let us pray for those still out there.” She said.

They all joined in a circle, praying to whatever god there was out there.

Y/N started to get a bit freaked out when the old man they had helped inside started laughing and screaming in agony. The house was lit on fire after he knocked over a lit lantern.

People started to crowd the old man asking if he was okay or what was going on.

Y/N gasped as they realized. He was no longer human. He was one of the monsters.

“Oh no.”

He slaughtered almost everyone in the main room as Y/N took Elena’s hand and ran into the hall away from the fire and the beast.

“Elana, we have to go!” They yelled.

“Let them go!” Elana cried, shooting her dad in the head as he was on top of Y/N.

“Oh god. I’m so sorry father.” Elena whispered after she shot him a second time.

“Hey, it wasn’t your fault. That thing wasn’t your father anymore. You did the right thing.” Y/N comforted Elena.

The beast groaned and garbled as floorboards fell on top of it causing more fire to spread. Y/N slammed the door he was in and comforted Elena as she cried.

“We’ve gotta get out of here. He was already gone.” Y/N patted her shoulder.

After looking for a while, Y/N found the truck keys.

“Damn, the fire’s moving fast. Elena, get in the truck with me.” They said.

They crashed through the wall using the truck.

The fire surrounded them, Y/N bit their lip.

Looking up, they narrowed their eyes. “Nowhere to go but up.”

They helped Elena climb up with them.

“..Elena..” A garbled voice called out.

“Father?!” Elena ran towards him. Y/N tried to stop her but failed.

“Elena, wait! That’s not him!” Y/N cried.

The floorboards were cracking.

Elena ignored them.

“Elena, take my hand!” They ordered, holding out their hand to grab.

“Y/N, go! Save your daughter!” Elena cried.

“Elena, please! Don’t give up! Reach for me!” Y/N said.

Elena fell through the floorboards into the fiery abyss below.

“Damn it!” Y/N cussed.

“Why is everyone dying on me?!” Y/N cried through gritted teeth as they climbed out of the burning house.

Y/N saw the old lady again so they ran up to her.

“Death. Death has visited them all!” She cackled.

Y/N disregarded that. They accidentally walked into the gate of the castle. Digging into their bag, they realized that they had the two keys to open the door. Artifacts, the keys were.

They were about to pull the lever to the elevator when a voice stopped them after they had walked into the castle.

“Well, well. Didn’t think anyone was left! You must be pretty tough, huh?” He had a huge hammer, Y/N observed.

“Who the hell are you?” Y/N asked.

“Oh! You’re not local! Even better.” The man smirked.

“Aghk-!” Y/N groaned as a spear was jabbed into them from out of thin air.

“Mother Celine’s going to love you.” He laughed some more as more and more metals were attached to Y/N until they passed out.

…

They came back to consciousness as they were being dragged and in chains.

“Quit your whining! We’re almost there!” The man assured.

They closed their eyes again, opening them, hearing voices.

“The person is of no real use to anybody else.. And my children do so love entertaining foreigners. Furthermore, I can assure you if you entrust the mortal to enter house Iplier, my children and I shall deliver the finest of blood to you, the finest cups of his slaughtered blood.”

“Out of my way, ugly! I wanna see!”

Y/N was certain there was some deep sobbing mixed in there as well.

“Oh~! They’re awake!”

More deep sobbing.

“Both of you shut the hell up!”

“..What..? Where..?” Y/N started.

“You mean you’ll screw around with him in private? Where’s the fun in that?”

“Give him to me and I’ll put on a show that everyone can enjoy.”

“Oh, so gauche. What do we care for bread and circuses? The person’s suffering is assured, regardless.”

“Yack, yack, the person’s privates are cut off in the castle, blah blah blah!”

“I’ve heard all of your arguments. Some less persuasive than others, but.. I’ve made my decision.”

“Benjamin. The person’s fate lies in your hands.”

“Mother Celine, I must protest! Benjamin is but a child and his devotion to you is questionable. Give the mortal to me and I will ensure they are ready.”

“Shut your damn hole and don’t be a sore loser! Go find your food somewhere else.” Benjamin growled.

“Quiet now, child! Adults are talking!”

I’m the child? You’re the one arguing with Mother Celine’s decision!” Benjamin defended.

“You wouldn’t know responsibility if it was welded to that hammer!”

“Oh, keep growing, one day your head might actually fit your ego!” Benjamin yelled.

“..Hey, don’t I get a say in this?” Y/N groaned.

“Fight fight fight fight!”

“SILENCE!” Mother Celine cried.

“My decision is final. There will be no argument. Remember where you came from.” Mother Celine said.

“Thank you.” Benjamin said.

“Lycans and gentleman! We thank you for waiting! Now, let the games begin!” Benjamin announced.

He bent down to Y/N’s level.

“Let’s see what you’re really made of, Y/N Winters.” He smirked.

He slammed his hammer down in front of Y/N and started counting down.

Y/N got up and ran as fast as they could, still handcuffed. Down the yellow tinted corridor echoing the screams of the monsters. They saw a hole in the ground. Looking around, it was the only option. So, they did the only thing they could. They took the leap.

They ran and ran from the monsters when they landed.

“Agh! Jesus Christ!” They cried.

“That’s right! Run for your life!” Benjamin cackled.

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candlelight27 · 5 years ago

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This Never Happened

Summary: You and the Mandalorian capture a rascal in a brothel, but there is something in the air that could change your relationship with him forever. Just your typical sex pollen fic.

Warnings: SMUT, NON CON-SEX POLLEN, Angst, brief mentions of blood and injures, tiniest bit of fluff but it becomes angst, a bit of breeding kink, Soft Mando and fucking on the Razor Crest

Pairings: The Mandalorian x Female Reader

Word Count: 3741

AO3: This Never Happened

A/N: I will say what I said on AO3: I have commintment issues so this might or might not have a sequel. Also, it’s a mess because I can’t think straight with this man there. Enjoy your filth!

The Mandalorian was freezing the new bounty you captured in carbonite. At the same time, you were sitting on your bunk taking off your armour piece by piece. That fugitive cut you on your forearm and you had to clean the wound. It wasn’t too deep, but you’d rather not run the risks of infection.

It hadn’t taken long to capture the asset. After all, it was an easy mission. He had stolen something valuable from someone who had enough money to pay the guild, or so said Karga. He wasn’t expecting either of you. In fact, he was taking part in the usual activities of a brothel when you captured him. The Mandalorian wanted to wait until he exited the building to trap him, but you pointed out it was starting to snow and that the chance of losing him in the chase was big. After all, storms were common in that planet, and the city had a lot of tunnels and bunkers. He trusted your gut, and you had him in cuffs right away.

Everything ran smoothly, except for the hidden knife in his calf. You had to admit it: you were distracted since you entered the building, thinking about Mando and the place you were in. You just couldn’t get him out of your head. The cut was barely a scratch, you’d had it far worse. Still Mando broke his nose as soon as he immobilized the man, “to make sure he stops resisting”, but you knew better.

You had been working together for a while, but in the recent missions his behaviour was slightly different. He liked you better than any of other members of the guild: you were efficient and didn’t ask many questions. But of course, you didn’t lie to yourself and accepted the fact that he sought your help because the job got done quicker when there were two hunters. However, you couldn’t repress the feeling of a growing affinity between both of you. He’d chat from time to time. He’d let you roam the ship with no surveillance. And he’d been very protective when your life was in danger. You were worried. And so was he, but you couldn’t have known that.

“Why do we always have to use your ship?” You wondered out loud as you tried to shoo away your fears. You took off the heavier layers covering your body, leaving yourself in a mere tank top that displayed the cut along with some dark bruises. The hissing of the carbonite machine subsided, and he walked to his particular armoury. You watched the way he moved, his impressive presence invading all your senses to the point you almost forgot what you were doing.

“Your flying skills are disastrous.” His voice was distant, as he was putting away all his blasters and various weapons. You huffed. Your flying skills had saved him once.

The snow had become a dangerous blizzard and the Razor Crest was shaking. You could hear the metallic tingling from almost all the tortured pieces of the ship. Yet despite the weather outside, you felt a strange warmth surrounding you.

“Isn’t the air too stuffy in here? I thought an ice planet was supposed to be cold.” He didn’t answer. You wished you could take off your mask, but it had to stay on for completely different reasons than Mando’s, after all it was the only way to ensure your safety.

He turned around and faced you. You can’t deny it, he is imposing, plain and simple. But it never was a problem before. Your breath was becoming shallow. As he was moving closer, you noticed he had removed his cape and his chest plate. He took your arm in his gloved hand as he observed the clean cut intently. The skin under the leather of his glove was burning and a sudden want hit you. You were confused by the explicit thoughts clouding your judgement.

It’s not that you never had any fantasy of him. You had. But usually they happened later, when you had your eyes closed and all the time you wanted to distract yourself. But in that moment, all you could concentrate on was the need to have his bare skin touching you.

Then, he covered your wound with a bandage. But he didn’t let your arm go from his grip.

“You are sweating” He simply stated. You frowned. “Does your chest feel heavy?”

“Yes, Mando. So do my arms and legs.” You sighed. “I guess I’m just tired.”

“No.”

You could hear his deep breaths through the modulator. The grasp of his fingers was stronger than before. He came closer to you, until your legs were grazing his. His broad chest went up and down slowly. Could he possibly feel it too?

All of a sudden, a gust of wind collided with the side of the ship. The Mandalorian lost his balance and fell, dragging you in the process. You landed over him. You head nested in his clavicle, his knee opening your legs. One of his arms is wrapped around your waist. as he caught you in a reflex action. You raise your head and your mask hits in his helmet. He tightens his already firm grip on you, squeezing your breasts against him. He surely was seeing your cleavage at this point. On the other hand, you can’t help but squirm, because it seemed that your body pressed against his was the most delightful contact you’d ever had. There was no way he wasn’t feeling everything you felt.

“I think we’ve been drugged.” His voice was a mere whisper.

“In the brothel?” He nodded. Well, that made sense.

“I thought it was just a hormone concoction they put in the air to increase their earnings… but it seems stronger than I anticipated.”

��I’m sorry.” You said with a pang of guilt. “This wouldn’t have happened if-”

“Shut up.” You blinked in surprise – not that he could see it – because you had forgotten he could be that blunt. “I’m sorry… Listen, it’s just… I don’t like this.”

Of course he didn’t. He had been struggling lately to conceal the torrent of emotions that was destroying him inside. And he managed to do so, even though there were some mistakes. Like when he stared at you longer than necessary when you shot your blaster. Or when he overprotected you from time to time.

“I should get up.”

You tried to raise yourself to no avail. He was not letting you go. You cursed. Just when you think you know this man, he finds new ways to amaze you. His muscles became tense when he realised what he was doing. The friction between the two of you increases the temperature of your skin even more.

“Please. Don’t go.” There’s a need within you that’s consuming. You dig your fingers in the flesh of his shoulder. “Now that I got you in my arms… I can’t let you go.”

“This is totally unprofessional.” You teased, but let your hand roam his clothed chest. This was a total mess.

“And unpractical.” He added.

“You are lucky it’s me and not other member of the guild, you know?” His gloved hands found their way under your top, caressing their way timidly.

“Listen…” He managed to say despite the drug overshadowing his senses. He tried to set rules, to have any sense of control. “Once this situation ends, we will pretend it never happened.”

You were disappointed, it was inevitable. But you understood. Life as a bounty hunter was hard; life was generally hard. You understood he didn’t want any strong attachment. It would just endanger your missions and both of you. You didn’t know what you were expecting. Still, it hurt. And you couldn’t distanc from him a single centimetre, because you were pulled to him by the dirty lust that was burning you down. You were going to take whatever he had to offer, and you’d take it without a doubt.

“We don’t have to fuck if you don’t want. It will hurt but we won’t die.” He said when you didn’t answer. Was it worry disguised as apathy in his voice? But how could you say no when the honey was so close to your lips?

“It’s not that I don’t want to… I was just… thinking.”

“About what?” He was afraid of both your agreement and disagreement.

“It doesn’t work like that and you know it. If we do this we’ll have to part ways.”

“It was going to happen soon or later.” As he spoke, your heart broke a little. He was right. So why not leave with a good memory?

“Do you often…?” You didn’t know how to finish the question. You were curious. You didn’t know how you were going to do anything with all his creed.

“Does it matter?”

“Not really.”

Then, another gust of wind must have almost knocked down the Razor Crest, because you and Mando were thrown against the metal wall. the lights flickered. You then sat, using that opportunity to separate yourself, even though it didn’t calm you at all. He stood up, and his helmet tilted like he was thinking.

“Go to the bunk. I’m going to turn the lights off.”

“What for?” You frowned, confused.

“So I can… take the helmet off. And that horrible mask of yours too.”

“As if your helmet is better.” It was. At least it protected his head, but you didn’t find anything better to cover your face in the scrapyard. And you definitely were not wearing a helmet of an Imp. “If you see me, I’d have to kill you.” You reminded him as a joke. Because even if you tried to kill him, you’d likely turn out to be the one killed.

“Go to the bunk.”

He disappeared into the cockpit.

He had a point. It was pitch black in the ship without any light.

You walked to the bunk he used to sleep. It was uncomfortable – in fact, you preferred to sleep in the seats back in the cockpit –, but it would do. Your legs were shaking in anticipation. The sensation in your lower abdomen burnt, and the air seemed scorching. Your desire was starting to hurt more and more. Your feet felt light, numb, while your head was dizzy.

The lights were turned off. You couldn’t see a thing. The Mandalorian appeared soon after, his boots jangled against the bars of the ladder.

He moved in the darkness like a predator in search of his prey, silent, stealthy. His footsteps were light, which meant he had taken off his gear. You didn’t realise he was right in front of you until he touched your neck with his bare hands.

You lifted your arms and grabbed the base of the beskar helmet.

“Can I take it off?”

There was a pause. He was mulling over the question, the implications. He was confident when it was all in his imaginations, he had pictured this moment a lot of times. He didn’t want to say no.

“Yes.” You didn’t waste any more time and discarded it on the side. Next, you took off your own mask.

It hadn’t even fallen to the floor when he pressed you against the wall next to the bunk and touched your face. His palms and fingers felt your cheeks and your mouth. You smiled and touched him back. The fuzz on his chin, the thin hair on his head, his neck, his ears, his lips. It was as if you were trying to portrait him without your eyes, but you just were trying to see what he’d do, you were scared to ruin the situation and the only thing you had the guts to do was imitating him. So you waited and entertained yourself with the lines of his face. He seemed to enjoy it, his breathes deeper and longer.

“They were just a few here and there.” You didn’t know what he was talking about. “And never without the helmet… Never like this.” You realised he was answering to you question before, whether he did have sex often. “Happy?”

“You could say so.” You felt flattered, but you wouldn’t admit that to him. “You could kiss me now, your know?”

He complied quickly.

His lips were all over yours, soft compared to the coarse fuzz around them. It was a desperate kiss, almost animalistic. Now that it was just you and him, no helmet or mask between you, it felt intimate, passionate, vulnerable. It was a dream made of glass. Without your sight, your other senses were overwhelmed. He let his hands roam your sides as he dangerously approached your breasts. You also could smell him. He smelled like sweat and dirt, for you just came back from the mission, but you didn’t care, it just turned you on more when you remembered the way he carries himself in front of an objective, the way he threatens them…

The Mandalorian bit your lip to beg you for entrance. He was being burnt out by his lust too; by your scene, by your skin, your hair, your mouth. You opened your lips and let your tongue wander. And, by the stars, he tasted heavenly. You wondered how he’d taste elsewhere. You didn’t know if all these sensations were product of the drug, but they felt better than any fantasy. He was overwhelming.

He couldn’t get enough of you. Every brush of your lips made him lose his mind a little bit more. It was something he had never experienced before.

He lifted you off the ground, turned around and sat on the bunk, making you sit on his lap. You immediately felt his erection.

“Take off your shirt.” You ordered.

When his toned torso was naked, you bit the flesh between his neck and shoulder. And he moaned loudly. You kept going, tasting his skin. He held onto your bottom and you moved your hips, grinding your centre with his. As you were back to kissing his lips, you used your nails to scratch his chest. He tensed underneath you.

The Mandalorian loved everything you had to offer. He wouldn’t stop touching, feeling you up and down. He was hungry. Both of you had almost forgotten how you got there in the first place.

“I see you are excited.” You giggled as you rolled your hips.

“Don’t tease me.” He grunted, and he grabbed your cheeks and led you back to his mouth. You started to undo your pants and his. He let you free while you discarded your clothes.

“I like your voice without the modulator.”

Again, he caught you off guard and laid you horizontally. He trapped you with his body. you could feel his manhood on your leg, so close yet so far. His hot breath on your ear.

“Have you ever thought of this before?” He sounded husky. He was trying to tease you too.

“Yes. At night, Mando, I often dream of you all over me the way you are right now.” You took him in your hand. Why were you even telling him that? There was something twisted in working the Mandalorian up, but he liked it, by the sounds he was making.

He was thick and long. You had forgotten about the drug, but another pang travelled your body, intensifying the fire in your guts.

This time you flipped him over. You placed yourself right upon him. As you straddled him, he put his hands on your hips. He reached over and kissed your bosom. He slowly covered one nipple with his lips, licking and biting in the lightest way. It was hard to believe a man like him could be so delicate, which only turned you on even more.

“How about we get to the main act?”

“Are you ready?” He asked with shameless lechery.

To answer you just guided your wetness to his erection. He straightened it. His head was going in, and you could feel the stretch. You could only feel the relief. Your walls were making room for him but contracted from time to time, and the lewd groans he let out made you forget the world. He was so lost in you, he didn’t know what to do, so he just tried to kiss you again. You let him, as you lowered in a slow pace. He was being rough now, impatient to have you all for himself, his frenzied tongue looking for something. He then met your end.

“You feel so good.” Mando struggled to pronounce the words he wanted to say. “You are wonderful… I wish I could see you… Fuck…” You loved what you were hearing. You wanted him to keep saying those things. You wanted to hear them more than only once. You bounced on his cock, first careful, then with confidence. “Yes, do that. Keep doing that.”

“Yes, Mando.” You smiled and obliged him.

He was filling you up like no one else before him. You went up and down, not too fast, as if you didn’t want to lose focus – yet you had lost it when it all started. He kissed you, you didn’t know how, but you adored how his restless mouth couldn’t be satisfied. He was an endless well and he wanted more and more and more. His hand, calloused, pressed on the lower part of your back, helping your movements. He was in and out, the pleasure expanding throughout your core.

“I love how you fill me up, Mando.”

“How so?” Apparently, you weren’t the only one who liked being praised.

“You are so big, you just hit there…” You couldn’t form anything coherent. “It’s like you were made just for me.”

It was the point of no return. He started moving his hips. Mando thrusted into you, he pinned your down so you couldn’t move. He was rough, now all teeth and heat.

“This is… so unfair.” You complained. You could faint right there. At the same time, you wanted to stop, because you had the need to make him feel good, to make him cum on your own and prove something, but he was so delicious, all the sensations so pleasant and satisfying, but you just let him continue. His pubes were grazing your clitoris, his cock was filling you nonstop, building the awaited orgasm. “Mando! I’m going to cum.”

“Where can I…?” He slowed down.

“Inside. It’s safe, I got it covered.” You smiled, and he noticed your curving lips. What he would have given to see that smile. “Even if you were trying to get me pregnant-”

Suddenly he was rigid, but he didn’t stop.

Could it be…?

“What is it, Mando? You want to put a child in me?” You didn’t know why, but that made you hornier. You blamed your drugged hormones for that.

“Shut up…” He said weakly.

“You don’t have to be ashamed. It’s natural.” He went faster. He was fucking you out of his mind. “You can cum inside my cunt, Mando. I know you want it. I know you want to get me pregnant… Just do it.”

That was the last straw. He climaxed, and his plentiful cum filled you.

“This is not ending like this.”

In a second, he had your back on the thin mattress. Two fingers went inside your cunt, he didn’t care about his seed. He was unmerciful and hectic.

“What the hell…?” You didn’t finish the sentence.

“You made me cum too soon, darling, with all your dirty talk. Now it’s your turn.” He didn’t stop his motions, accentuating his words with his movements. Soon, you were there again, riding his fingers. He lifted one of your legs, squeezing the flesh of your thigh. He knew where to touch, how deep. You wished you could see the muscles on his hand flexing...

His relentless attack was fruitful; your orgasm washed over you in no time. He could feel your wetness sliding down his forearm.

The Mandalorian laid next to you. You could barely move, but you accommodated him. He extended one arm for you to rest your head and drew your back to his chest firmly with his other arm. You were blissful like that. Yet something broke the peace.

“Mando?” You felt something wet on your neck. He didn’t answer, but by his erratic breathing, you figured he was crying. You turned around, wishing it wasn’t dark and that it wasn’t you and him, just two people who could love each other. You hugged his head and made him lean on your chest. He hugged you back.

“Mando?” You tried again. “Was it…?” Your mind was now racing, thinking what could have hurt him. “I didn’t want to be cruel, I’m really sorry-”

“No. It’s not you. You did nothing wrong.”

“What can I do to soothe you?” You lovingly stroke his hair.

You knew you couldn’t do anything. Everything you feared was happening. There was nothing either of you could do. A relationship was out of your hands. It would only endanger you. Too many risks, too many secrets. It wouldn’t work.

“I don’t want to.” He muttered. You kept moving your fingertips in circles.

“What don’t you want to?”

“I don’t want to act as if this didn’t happen. But we have to.” His grip was stronger now. “I’m afraid… this will turn out horribly for both of us.” Had it not been for the silence of the night, you wouldn’t have heard him. “We can’t work together… At least not soon. Not soon… I can’t see you get hurt and-”

“Mando, calm down.” You gulped.

“Neither of us can afford love.” He sounded mournful.

“I know. Just…” You sighed. “We won’t see each other in a while. I can make sure of it… Karga will arrange it.”

“I’m sorry.” He was starting to breathe evenly again. “I should have controlled myself and-” He interrupted himself. “Can we stay like this? Until we get back to Nevarro?”

“Yes.” It hurt. It hurt too much. But having a last moment with him was enough in your cruel circumstances. There was silence. “Mando” You called him.

“What?”

“I’m sorry I fell in love with you. But there was no way I could have prevented it.”

You stayed like that in the darkness until you fell asleep and hoped that the hour to wake up never arrived.

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psychemeanscure · 4 years ago

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PART 11

“Excuse me, Señor. If you don’t mind. May you please allow me to punch your son for almost harming my dearest fiancé?”

His firm permission while convicting eyes never left to his one and only target, Zilo Alcaziar who was just standing at the corner right across where his father is seated. As the old Alcaziar was taken aback for he had no idea as well, glancing his son who’s pleading eyes bore to be spared. “Oh? Is that so, young man? The floor is yours then.”

Even motioning its hands as if to welcome his awaiting assault. “No! Papá, I’m your son. You can’t---“

He hasn’t got the chance to complete his statement indeed, as Jang Taeyoung’s fist already landed onto him, that later can’t seem to process anything on how a single punch can give a great damage for he stumbled with a bleeding teeth. “That is all, Señor. I must go. Thank you for your time.”

Succeeded by his only intention, he bid goodbye just like that, leaving the grumbling son of the enemy. “That’s absurd, Papá! You letting me be punched when I’m your son?!” just to be responded by an uncontrollable laugh from his father or rather more like an insult. “Ooh. That young lad. He keeps on surprising me, really. You should learn from him son.” Acting as if a proud parent which only made Zilo snort yet not too long after sensing the tending action of his father.

Zilo can never forget what had just happened to him this past few days, given the ransack from his warehouse at the same day. Now he was dazed by how the tables turned so easily with this arrogant culprit from yesterday. That a knock from the center table can only hold him back from reverie.

“Are you with me, Zilo?” Jang Taeyoung who eventually tries to catch his attention. “You’re spacing out. What’s bothering you?” his proceeding words then before sipping his glass of vodka. Just to be responded from Zilo’s frustrating groan. “You, brother. What’s your catch, eh? From what I remember, you were initially pissed about what I did. Then what is this? I don’t understand.”

His bewilderment surely before a dealing reaction from Jang who simply putting down his drink on the table. “Let’s just say… Punching you after made me change my perspective?”

“You mean?”

“I mean; this offer I have for you might give you a chance to fight against your Papá?”

Thus the young Alcaziar stifled for a while. Later to frown after realizing his last statement. “What makes you think that I could actually go against my father, huh? That’s crazy.” His denying defenses indeed, just to be responded by a smirking confidence of him. “Are you sure about that brother? Your reaction seems to defy the other way around though.”

And finally, silently complimenting himself for he already sees the off-guard reaction of the latter, surrendering from the nowhere walls of his words that the only thing it could do was to avoid his knowing gaze. “I-I doubt it still. I’m sure s-sister wouldn’t approve with this, even.”

A couple of stutters from the caged young man certainly, but just an adamant response for Jang Taeyoung. “I think you’ve forgotten that I’m her beloved husband-to-be, eh? I can convince my dear Amilia in just a span of time. You have nothing to worry. “

With the last sip of his drink, he then decides to stand up, planning on wrapping their talks. “I’m not usually impatient, but I actually expecting your decision as soon as tomorrow. I’m counting on you, Zilo.” As he was about to turn the knob to leave, Zilo hastily halt him from doing.

“Wait.”

“Yes?”

There he saw its hesitating set of words, but ends up stating it so. “Did you somehow knew of a gang who has their mask on during attacks?”

Now, he needs to hide his proud grimace as well. Of course he knew, how he wouldn’t be. “Hmm. Let me see. I think I heard about them. Why?” laughing from his thoughts definitely for his superb acting skills that he actually saw himself lifting his gaze to the ceiling as if truthfully thinking out of concern for the clueless kiddo who’s face starting to light up by his hopeful words. “Great! Could you please find them for me? Those rascals. They came out of nowhere, ransacking my warehouse. Urgh. I’m sure they are after the drugs. Hijo de puta. Tss.”

“Ah, is that so? Alright. I will find them for you.”

His only dispassionate response which was just answered by a simple nod. Leaving its premise at last, as he intendedly contacts her whom he expected not to return his calls.

“Jeez. My mademoiselle, really. Guess a visit will do, huh?”

With an expectant smirk from his face, he then went back into his sedan, looking forward on cooling down his precious lioness who’s currently taking her shower actually. Mind still messed by the sudden turns of event. Cursing him with all her might. “What must I do to you, Jang Taeyoung. You, cabrón.” Forehead leaning to shower tiles as she closely escapes a deafening sigh of frustration.

“Coming!”

Thought of it as her room service, she went straight to open the door without checking her intercom. Slipping from the idea of late regrets.

“What are you doing here?”

Her cold greeting which only eagerly responded by his awestruck reaction. Arms, confidingly leaning by the threshold of the door. Biting his lips from the living Aphrodite in front of him. “What a beautiful sight for a welcome, lioness. May I enter your den?”

His coy remark which only failed to entertain by his confidant who just turns her head from him as it chooses to go straight to her kitchen, getting a pitcher of water. “As if you get swayed from a simple shoo, loco. You’ll let yourself in, anyway.”

Her surrendering welcome obviously, just to be followed by the trailing explicit look of him as if memorizing every bit of her moves. The way her hips wave from his liking, The lick of her tongue from the lingering satisfaction of water. And what more can surpass by the wet look of her long hair which only makes it sexier as it was fixed all through the left side of her neck, making the other side exposed for his discerning needs. Obviously fresh from the bathroom, like the hell! She’s just wearing a bathrobe!

“Stop stripping me in your mind Jang Taeyoung. You can’t have it.”

The next thing she knew?

She was already pinned towards her closed fridge, needed to grasp an air by his sudden entrapment. An arm on the border of its freezer while the other on the edge of the kitchen sink tile. “Oh yeah? So what if… I push to have it, eh? Sung Eunyoung?”

He may not be doing anything beside his desirable eyes bore onto hers, but knowing the reason of it is what torments her, as she gave a savage stare against it. Arms crossed beneath him, chin up as if reminding her supremacy. “Then let me know the reason behind it?”

There she blurts it out. Admitting her own contemplation between not giving him a chance to speak out or give in one last try. Yet, she chose the latter, hoping silently to the man just inches in front of her sanity.

But it didn’t happen. He did not give way for the last time. “I see. You are mad still.”

Just diverted the topic right after he pulls away from trapping her, as he chooses to lean beside her by the kitchen sink instead. “Look, Sung Eunyoung. It’s not that I want to hide this thing from you. But believe me, this isn’t the right time, It’s too dangerous for now. I have to make sure of it first, and I will definitely let you know. Please understand, hm?”

His straight explanation which only let herself intently looking at him. Later found the answer of her hesitations. “Okay.”

Her simple response as she left to his gaze and just plan to get the pitcher she used, back to where it belongs. While him in the other hand, remain unconvinced. Questioning eyes only following to every move she does. “That’s it? No follow up remarks?”

He was unsure from her words truly that she had to rest an arm to her waist as if letting him see her impatience. “Yes, okay. Do I have to elaborate? You’ve got my permission already.” her mere counter which only made him scratch his sideburn while following her every steps. “That isn’t sound convincing for me, Sung Eunyoung. I need to hear it sincerely, please?”

Thus she stops by her tracks urging herself to face him, as a deep sigh escapes from her mouth. Boring eyes, looking right through him.

“Okay. I will understand. Now could you please go home because I’m tired, Jang. I really am.”

She gives in as she actually massaging her temple by her free hand. Just to be left off-guard later. Jang Taeyoung who cups a hand to her cheek, thumb motioning a circular caress, only gets hard for her as she saw a smile she had never seen from him before. Care

“I will. That’s the assuring words I only have to hear, anyway. Good night?”

His soft voice isn’t helping either. Mierda! She can’t almost hear her own voice, that she was just stuck from exploring to his eyes which only stares at her expectantly. “Hm.” Her mere reply indeed before she heard the last shut from her door. Ending her night by the sheets of her bed.

Gripping a tight hold to her phone. Eyes shut in guilt. For she had finally decided even after all his persuasions.

“Do it.”

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every1studio · 6 years ago

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REQUESTED:“reaction to booty smacking”mafia edition [ateez]

genre: suggestive

ficstyle: reactions + bulletpoints

request: “ Henlo! I wanted to see if you could mayhaps do an Mafia!Ateez reaction to you backhanding them after they smacked yo booty in their own club cause you didn't know who they were?💀 thank you ily and I love your works omg - 👻 a new anon “

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You didn’t want to go out tonight.. But your friends insisted since you finally broke up with that headass of a boyfriend. You gave in; they invited you to a hard-to-get-in club and it was pretty packed. You knew it belonged to one of the most known mafias in the city so it made you feel a little uneasy. It didn’t take long for you to start enjoying yourself until you felt someone smack your ass. You were caught off-guard because wasn’t a light love tap; you felt the hand linger for a while. Until you turned around and backhanded them in the face...

HONGJOONG

(type: mischievous dom)

you saw the bouncer come for you as he yelled, “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING YOU LIL-”

but the guy that you slapped raised his hand and shooed him away

the bouncer left

you were surprised that a little guy like him would have any authority over a big bouncer

“still I startle you sweetheart?” he made his way to the seat across from you

you crossed your arms at him, “even in a club setting, that would be considered as sexual harassment..”

he peeked through his eyes as he cracked a little smirk

“I like how that word sounds from your mouth.. sexual..”

you couldn’t believe this guy; you scoffed as your rolled your eyes

he’d use playful yet sensual skinship; practically ghosting over your skin

“whatever..” you turned to leave but he slithered his arms around your waist and pulled you in

he cocked his head, “I wasn’t done talking to you yet, sweetheart..”

you tried to push him by his chest as you tried to threaten him

“if you don’t let go, I’ll find the person in charge and-”

“and what? seduce him? you’re already one step head of yourself, love..”

you were about to speak up but you realized that HE was the person in charge

you left your mouth gaping as you were trying to comprehend the whole situation

he tilted your chin up to look at him, “keep on leaving that mouth open like that and I’ll give you a reason to keep it open..”

you quickly closed your mouth and looked at your friends for help

but they were just encouraging you to make a move

even though he wasn’t the tallest or the buffest guy, he definitely knew how to use his playful charms

he let go of you and gestured over to the bars

“now, sweet little kitten, what can I get ya?”

SEONGHWA

(type: godly dom)

Seonghwa’s eyes went hungry as they scanned you as you walked into the club

you were definitely not a regular at his club and he wanted to “get you know you” more

he makes sure that you were as beautiful as you were in all different angles and lighting before he pushes himself out of the circle of girls that were leaning up on him; they were disappointed to see him on the move with his eyes obviously on you

Seonghwa was the type of guy who had girls run to him; it was never the other way around

never

he couldn’t help but look at how good you looked in your outfit; it look like it was made for your body

he walks over to you and leans in from behind you, “you look good, but you’d look better with me ramming my dick in that ass of yours”

before you could react or say anything, he slaps you on the ass

this causes you to backhand him in the face

the only thing you felt was his strong jawline

and when you looked up, the only thing you felt was fluttering in your chest

despite of how incredibly handsome he was, you couldn’t deny the fact that you were extremely taken back by his actions and words

“you definitely hit harder than the bouncer of my club.. I guess you really can’t judge a book by it’s cover, can you, sweet pea?”

(his club?) your thoughts echoed as you pieced together that this man in front of you was the head of a well-known mafia

he was completely unfazed at your actions but he was completely infatuated with you

“I-I’m sorry..” you didn’t want to be involved than you already were, you had suspicious people staring at you

but he held you back and pulled you into his toned abdomen

he’d use his godly features into his favor

you didn’t want to flutter.. but your body had other thing in mind

“the only apology I’ll accept from you will be in a form of kiss.. would you be a dear and apologize to me one more time?”

YUNHO

(type: appearance? dom, personality? masochist)

there was a eerily and deathly moment that you had ever experience in your life

it had occurred to you that you had just use your full strength to backhand the owner of this club that you were at

aka the head of a known mafia

he bore holes through your entire body

his dominating aura was present and it was oozing

you didn’t want to back down but you felt your confidence slipping with every second that passed by

he chuckled before grabbing the wrist of the hand you slapped him with

he couldn’t believe this luck of his

rarely, Yunho was able to find a lady like yourself who had a little more rough around the edges

he wanted to prove himself that you were THAT lady

Yunho pulls it up to his face to caress it

then he uses your nails to firmly and slowly drag it down his body until it got to his LV belt

“that rough hand could be doing more important things”

you just stood there in shock

you thought he would be more rough with you but it was the biggest reversal of the century

he closed the space between you two, brought your hand through his hair and made you tug on it for dear life

he hisses through his smile, “time starts now”

he would buck against the hard material of your outfit

every movement was a grunt of satisfaction

as you found some sort of dominance over this big hotshot of a guy

YEOSANG

(type: prince charming)

he thought you were some other girl when he swung his hand onto your ass

like any other girls reaction, you slapped him back on the face

you held a strong eye contact with him; letting him know that you were not the one to mess around with

but your friends pulled you back

murmuring things along the line of how important the man before you was and that you all should leave asap

but in the midst of all of that, how could he ever mistake you for someone else?

you were the most beautiful creature he’s ever come across

he was completely captivated; like one of the rarest edition of drones that he has yet to attain

this was his chance to use his one of many charms

he wraps his arms around you and offers you an “apology” drink

his actions seemed like it did a whole 180 degree turn right before your eyes

Yeosang instantly became the sweetest guy you’ve ever met

you would be the only person he would be paying attention to from then on

giving you the royal treatment; every girl’s dreams

wouldn’t be EXTREMELY aggressive but he would know how to lead you like a gentleman

Yeosang was both a prince and a mafia leader

SAN

(type: psychopathic yandere)

San always gets what he wants

no one could ever go against that

until you decide to be the only person that shined brightly in such a dimly-lit club

San fell for you at first sight

he wanted to make sure that people knew NOT to even approach you

he wanted to make you his; right there, right then

the sound of San’s hand against your ass resonated throughout the whole club and over the sound of the music

you yelped in pain

you had turn to try to slap him in the face

“WHO ARE YOU T-”

but he was faster than you

he caught your movement by grabbing your wrist and leaning in for a makeout sess

as if the ass smacking wasn’t obvious enough, San really wanted people to know that you were one to be reckoned with

although his hair was in his face, you knew that face from anywhere and you gave into fear and let San rummage your body like fine china

he left the softest kiss on your forehead before shifting all of his weight on his back leg; taking all the view of you in

the soft kiss was the complete opposite of what dangerously, reckless things he was known for

now you were stuck between flight or fight

“you will be mine.. and what’s mine lasts forever..”

in fear, you nodded in agreement

little did you know, you signed up for something that you didn’t want to be apart of

because you knew what would happen if you even denied him once

MINGI

(type: the dom/scheming rascal)

you definitely felt someone smack your ass; hard

you could barely stand

but in a crowded club setting, you couldn’t find the culprit

your friends were scattered and you couldn’t move from your spot

every nudge, shift, or movement made you want to accuse them of smacking your ass

which is still stinging at this moment

Mingi watched you the whole time

he didn’t think he’d like to see your reactions this much

he finally shows himself

“what’s wrong are you okay? you seem like you’re on edge..”

you sighed; finally you can lean on someone who didn’t seem so threatening

“someone smacked my butt earlier and I’m feeling pretty unsafe..” you spoke to him with doe-like eyes

he wanted rile you up like you riled him up

“like this?”

he smacked the other side of your ass just as hard maybe even harder

at this point your legs completely gave on, you had no choice but to lean on him

to your surprise, you felt an uneasy yet welcoming warmth pool in between your legs

“j-just like that..” you mumbled for only himself to hear

Mingi, a mafia leader, who probably has a bounty on him, who also owns this club, was completely smitten by your not-so-innocent whines

WOOYOUNG

(type: sheep in wolf’s clothing)

although Wooyoung was an infamous mafia, ruling the underground kingdom, he wanted nothing more but to be in love

he wanted to be in love with someone who was the complete opposite of him

he wants an unattainable spice in his life

no one ever satisfied him

that was what he thought until you came into his club; his territory

he did what he knew

that was to be rough

that’s his style; his brand; his signature

he made his way to you as if the only people that were in the room was you and him

he raised his hand high to strike his hand down onto your ass

feeling confident, he would try to say something snarky

but he was interrupted by the back of your hand smacking against his chiseled face

this was a new feeling; girls would fall to his feet and lick his shoes without asking but you were the difference he needed in his life

not only were you were on another level of beauty; you were on another level of spice that he never had before

he couldn’t handle your spice and he loved it

he pulled your face in to feed his craving but you pushed him away

you knew who he was and you were scared but you couldn’t let him treat you like all the other girls

Wooyoung shifts his face backs to you as he smears your lipstick that was on his lips

“I’m gonna make you fall for me..” he challenges

“bite me” you barked back as you leaned in to show that you weren’t all that afraid of him

but that slightly changed when he hoisted you up onto his shoulder

you couldn’t fight against his strength as he makes his way to his “room”

“my. fucking. pleasure.”

he was already planning cute little dates he wanted to have with you but he’ll never be able off of his brand; out of habit

JONGHO

(type: sugar daddy who’s looking for a mama)

he was the YOUNGEST mafia leaders ever known

and he’s become quite successful

but he was tired of playing with younger girls

they were predictable

he laid eyes on you when he saw you

you had a different aura about you

you weren’t looking to be taken care of

you were definitely a boss lady; a dragon lady

you had already shooed away 3 guys since you just walked into the club in which he owned

you sat at the bars and ordered The Oldfashioned

which was Jongho’s favorite drink

before you slipped the bartender your black card

Jongho took it from you and nodded at the bartender as he nodded and left to attend another customer

you gave Jongho a side glance before taking a sensual sip

you turned your body to him as you crossed your legs and reached for your card before he teases you with it

never breaking your calm, you huffed, “whatever, it’s not like I need that card anyways”

you downed the drink and left

Jongho smirked as he mumbled, “playing hard to get, huh?”

he came up behind you and smack you in the ass

the moment he smacked you, you turned around to confirm that it was him before slapping him back in the face

Jongho’s face only slightly tilted to the side from your relatively strong slap that would send most guys on the ground; but Jongho wasn’t any guy

he pushes you up against the wall, “bet you never had a man treat you this roughly..”

you being unable to say anything, fed him into his dominance over a sexy, older lady like you

“you’re nothing but a little princess in a queen’s crown.. I’m gonna show you what little princesses like you get treated like”

~end

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Giving Them a Christmas

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@encounterthepast: How Dean and Sam react to being given a proper Christmas.

Sam: 10

Dean: 14

Older Sister: 20

Characters: Bobby, YN (older sister), Dean, Sam, and mentions of John

Warning: Mean Dean, Dean’s a Scrooge, Bobby’s discipline (I guess?)

Words: 600

“Let’s go! It’s freezing, and I have a surprise for you.” YN wiped her feet on the rug right inside Bobby’s house.

Sam stopped, Dean running into him.

A Christmas tree. And lights. Ornaments.

The Winchester sister turned to look at the boys’ reaction to her hard work. Sam froze with his mouth open in shock. Dean rolled his eyes.

I just wanted to give them an actual Christmas. Not good enough for Dean. Again.

“It’s perfect, YN!” Sam ran into her arms.

“Sure, Sam. Glad you like it.”

Dean shoulder-checked Sam, almost knocking him and their older sister over as he carried his backpack up the stairs.

“What’s wrong with Dee?”

“He’s being a Scrooge today. It’s okay. Look, I got you something.” YN moved out of the way so that he could see the gifts under the tree. There was one with a big ‘S’ on the front. He reached for it and ripped it open.

“The whole series of Chronicles of Narnia?” Sam gasped. “Thank you, sissy!”

“You’re welcome, Sammy.” She kissed the top of his head.

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“You made my house look like Santa’s workshop!” Bobby groaned as he came home after a hunt.

“Don’t be a grinch, Uncle Bobby. I did it for them,” YN smiled, knowing he wasn’t actually mad. “They need a Christmas. Dad’s not here. We can celebrate without his negative attitude toward it. You should have seen Sam’s face. Totally worth it.”

“And Dean?” Bobby cocker an eyebrow.

“Not thrilled.” I answered. “It’s not Dad’s way. He doesn’t like it.”

“Yeah, well, he’s being a brat.” Bobby sighed. “BOY! Get your butt down here!”

“Bobby, don’t. I’ll talk to him late-“

Dean and Sam barreled down the stairs with guilty looks on their faces, knowing the oldest hunter was mad about something.

“Not you, Sam. Get upstairs,” Bobby shooed him away. Dean looked at the floor. “You PMSing, boy?”

“What?” Dean’s head shot up. “No!” He replied with attitude.

“Then why in the Sam Hill are you being rude to your sister? I won’t tolerate it in my house. Outside, now. Get your jacket on and grab the axe. I need some firewood.”

“What?” Dean’s jaw dropped.

“Come back in when you appreciate what people do for you.”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“I’m trying to make up for Dad, and everything you respond with is rude!” YN yelled back. “No matter what I do, it’s not good enough. You don’t want a Christmas? Fine, but don’t you dare ruin it for your brother.”

“Ugh!” Dean growled, grabbed his jacket off the hook, and he stomped out into the cold winter South Dakota weather.

“He’s-“

“A rascal,” Bobby chuckled. “Yeah.”

———-

You done being an ass?” YN walked out onto the porch. Dean looked up from the piece of wood he was about to chop it in half, cheeks pink in color.

“Dad’s not here, I get it. He didn’t celebrate Christmas, I get that too. But I wanted you guys to have a NORMAL Christmas. You always wanted one. Now you act like a butt? Really?”

“Just because you make it cutesy doesn’t mean I should be happy,” Dean breathed heavily.

“You’re right. But it also means you don’t get to be disrespectful. Finish that pile and you can come inside,” YN turned toward the door.

“I’m sorry,” Dean apologized.

“Keep going, Dean,” she said plainly and entered the house. Dean huffed and threw the axe in the air to continue.

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my-whumpy-little-heart · 5 years ago

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Defective.

This is a drabble based off of the “Box Boy whumpee” concept first thought up by @sweetwhumpandhellacomf and popularized in a series by @shameless-whumper, which first gave me the inspiration to write this. Cheers to you guys. And oof this has a long bit of exposition, but I promise it gets whumpy lol.

“Happy birthday!” X shouted, making dramatic jazz hands at her side when Y opened the door. He nearly dropped the washcloth he was holding in surprise, evidently interrupted while doing his dishes.

“X ! Oh my gosh, I wasn’t expecting you!” Y laughed through the sentence, pocketing the rag, and wrapped X in a tight hug.

“Well, duh,” she pulled back to look him in the eyes, a goofy grin plastered on her face, “I couldn’t miss my big brother’s birthday. Especially since it’s your big three-oh this year!”

“Oh, yes, can’t wait for the constant ‘old man’ taunts from you young, flippant thing still in your twenties.” He rolled his eyes, stepping back and holding the door open. “Come on in, it’s freezing out there.”

X took him up on that offer, grabbing a large wrapped box beside her and stepping into the house. She set it down again to take off her shoes and coat, and when she looked back, Y was crouched down by it with wide eyes.

“I didn’t even see this. Is it for me?”

“Hey, shoo,” she swatted his hand away from one of the air holes, “and of course it’s for you, genius. You’re the birthday boy, not me.”

“Ah, right. What’s with the holes, anyway? You just that bad at wrapping?”

X lifted the box away from him with a soft chuckle and walked down the hall to Y’s basement stairs, kicking open the door with her foot.

“You’ll know why when you open it.” she called back to him as he trailed after her.

“And do you mind telling me why you’re taking it downstairs, or is that a secret too?”

“Just a safety precaution.” she smirked, knowing it would make no sense with the context of an average birthday present. X could almost hear her brother’s exasperated sigh behind her as he gave up and merely followed along.

After walking through the floor into a smaller, mostly empty carpeted room, she finally set the box down and shut the door behind Y.

“Alright, open it up!” she said, bouncing on her heels as he knelt down next to his present. There was a clear grimace on his face.

“Ugh, I’m just gonna pray you didn’t wrap up a pipe bomb again this year.”

“Come on, that wasn’t too bad! You only got, what, first degree burns on your hands last time? But all that aside, I promise you: this is way better than any bomb.”

“If you say so…” And with that, Y ripped open the wrapping paper to reveal a wooden crate with wide slats, and something folded up inside. He started reading the note on the lid out loud.

“Dear customer, thank you for purchasing our wares… blah blah… we hope you enjoy your newly purchased-” He froze at the next words, his concerned expression shifting to one of hesitant joy, and then to one of exuberance as it sunk in. “-box boy? You got me a box boy? Seriously?! Oh- and from Whumpee Barn too? Shit, X, that’s expensive!”

“Expensive, but high quality, and fully customizable! Plus, Whumpee Barn always has the prettiest ones. Go on and open it up; I want to see if they found one with the right parameters.” She made a circle motion with her hand, hurrying him on.

Y pried off the wooden lid, and grabbed the boy’s arm, hauling it to its feet. The boy’s long, dark hair was tied up behind the blindfold and its pale arms, dotted with freckles, were restrained securely behind its back.

Reaching carefully, Y pulled the blindfold off of the boy, who was only a little shorter than him, and came face to face with dark blue eyes.

“Oh, it’s perfect! You know just what I like, X.” Y fawned over the boy, who tensed at the excessive attention and went completely rigid when its new owner put a hand in its hair, removing the hair tie and combing it out to its full length.

A scowl built on the poor thing’s face and, noticing the displeasure, Y put a comforting hand on its jaw, petting slowly.

“Hey, you’re alright, little pet. Don’t sour such a pretty face with an ugly expression like that.” When the boy didn’t relent, he slapped it hard across the face instead. “Listen to me. I am your master, and you will do what I say. Now turn that frown upside down before I do it for you.”

“Maybe it’s just uncomfortable,” X suggested, stepping forward with her pocket knife drawn. When Y didn’t object, she sawed through the rope keeping the boy’s wrists tied together, and carefully moved its shoulders forward, stiff from being tied up for hours on end. “That better, buddy?” she asked, patting him on the back lightly.

As soon as her touch left, the boy turned swiftly on its heels, glaring daggers at her. Before she could even think, it lunged forward, grabbing her by the neck and pinning her to the opposite wall.

“I’m nobody’s damn pet!” it yelled in a hoarse voice, grip tightening incrementally around her throat, “I’m not a fucking object, I’m not something you can just sell and claim ownership of, and stuff in a little box and call cutesy names-!”

It gasped as Y grabbed it, pulling it off of and far away from X to the opposite wall. She took a deep breath, straightening out her clothes with a tired glare.

“Agh, the stupid thing’s defective! And I thought I could trust that price to get something half decent for my brother’s birthday.”

“What the fuck do you mean, defective!” The boy, still struggling against Y’s grip, snarled, “I’m just as human as-mmmf!”

Its voice was muffled as he shoved the dishrag from earlier into its mouth as a makeshift gag. A well placed knee to the groin sent it falling to the floor, struggling to breathe around the gag as Y pressed a foot on its chest.

“I’m sorry it’s such a disappointment, Y,” X sighed.

“You don’t need to be sorry at all, actually. I think training this thing is going to be a lot of fun. It’ll be fun to exploit the defects, at least. Could you hand me your knife really quick, and then hold his arms?”

“Gladly,” she remarked, tossing the closed blade to her brother. He flicked it open as she knelt and raised the boy’s arms, pinning them above his head. Below both of them, the boy flinched, wide eyes trained on the sharp pocket knife. At the fearful reaction, Y smiled and knelt closer to it.

“Oh, I almost forgot! They don’t use things like this on you when you’re manufactured, huh? Only isolation, and fear, and threats… I’d take a wild guess and say you’ve never felt the pain of a knife carving through your skin, have you?” The heavy, wheezing breathing of the body below him told him everything he needed to know. “I guess today’s your lucky day then, huh?”

He looked at the clean canvas of its torso stretched out under him, and started on the left side with a clean downward slice. Blood beaded up quickly from the shallow cut, and the boy clamped down on its gag, whimpering with the flash of pain.

Grinning in satisfaction, Y did it again. And again. And again. Each time, the cuts got deeper and the boy would tense up further, not realizing that was only making everything worse. It only whimpered at first, which morphed quickly into breathy keens and moans. Agony-driven tears leaked from its eyes, always screwed closed in anticipation of the next cut, but flying open in surprise when it came. Its clear blue eyes grew hazy and red from crying, but Y didn’t let up. He needed to hear this poor creature scream.

Finally, after a particularly deep slice, he put the knife aside. Blood soaked the tip and the rest of the boy’s chest. Belatedly, he realized that it was probably all over the plush carpet by now, too, but that was something future him would just have to deal with. For now, it was back to the boy’s marred chest.

Gently fingering the cut earned a sharp intake of breath, but it was only when he buried his forefinger into the deep wound that it produced any results. A shrill scream escaped the gag, cut off by a wheezing cough and loud sobs. They crescendoed to a wail as he dragged his nail up and down within the cut, twisting and digging deeper into the skin, blood now gushing up and over its torso.

The boy was begging incoherently behind its gag when Y finally removed his finger, much to the thing’s apparent relief as it gasped.

“Is my message clear to you, little pet?” He asked the question in such a casual tone that, if not listening to the words, one might have assumed he’d simply asked about the weather.

It nodded desperately, eyes unable to look away from his bloody finger.

“Perfect. Now I’m sure you’re tired and, well, I’m not a cruel man.” A glint of white teeth showed in a grin. “I’ll let you rest in here--on the soft carpet even!--but I will not have you making a single sound,” he said it slowly, dragging the blood covered finger across the boy’s dry lips, “got it? Remember, if you distract me from spending quality time with my sister on my birthday, I have much, much, more painful ways to punish you.”

The compliant nod came quickly this time, and Y laughed.

“Alright, that was fun then, wasn’t it, X?” he locked eyes with her and she smiled in return, letting go of the boy. “I’ll lock the door from the outside so this rascal doesn’t try anything nasty, like leaving.” He punctuated the word with a sneer, looking down at it and making his warning clear.

“I’ll see you later! You had better be ready to behave, then, or you really won’t like what happens. I’d hate to have to ruin your pretty countenance, after all.”

He flicked off the light, locked the door and the boy was left in the darkness with only its own regret and misery to keep it company.

Continued here!

#whump #box boy whump #conditioning #knives #cuts #mild gore #if you could call it that #bomb mention #creepy captor #held captive #torture #basically #and a whole lot of happy sibling dynamic #because I figured that’s what I should include in my whumpy writing about giving humans as gifts to other humans #sweet siblings can be sadistic too #okay anyway these tags are probably inadequate but idk what else to say this is too long to comb through #oh and I guess this is my 100th post too #so yay for that

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dimensionhoppinghybrids · 5 years ago

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The isle of Armor (Drabble)

Under read more as this will be lengthy!

Joseph sipped at his tea at Mustard’s abode. The old man was the Do-Jo master of this island. His legs were crossed on his seat as he sat.

The island was a interesting and peaceful place all in all. It seemed to have a bit of that Japanese feel, one that he had experienced once before some time ago.

“Its quite the place you have here.” He said to the Do-Jo leader. Ashe, Dante and the rest had gone after those Slowpoke. Morgan more or less to make sure that harpy Klara didn’t try anything.

When they had come here she had singled them out. Tried to talk down to Ashe and Dante, trying to act all sweet and innocent. It hadn’t worked in all honesty and it had just gotten Joseph and Morgan mostly annoyed.

And when she had challenged them to a battle, Joseph had looked towards Morgan for permission to teach her a lesson, in case his desire to do so would be going too far. He remembered her words; “Kick her ass before I do.” And she had said them aloud. It was one of the few times she had said anything aloud. All the meanwhile, with Logan, Dastan and Lucifer out, the trio had acted accordingly.

Dastan had been insulted and angry. He was starting to pick up a bit from reading lips, and he could read enough to know that essentially she had insulted Ashe. His pride wouldn’t have allowed that. Logan had puffed up his fur, snarling at her. Lucifer? Lucifer had started to spew flames around him and he had howled out in anger. That had been a daring insult and he wouldn’t let it stand. The other two knew better then to act rashly, Dastan more so because two figures he respected were there. But Lucifer? He had to be held back by Dante by pure strength and wrangling him back.

This had caused the hag to laugh. “Look at you! You can’t even keep control of your Arcanine! What a noob you are!” She had laughed, feeling rather good about herself, as if she had indeed met a pair of greens.

Morgan had started to look further visibly angry and tempted to Moonblast the girl into the next continent. Joseph couldn’t have that, so he had done as asked.

He had kicked her ass. Thoroughly. When he had stepped up, he remembered what her reaction had been.

“Well if you’re going to use your interesting friend there, I’ll guess we’ll start! Just remember to me nice and gentle with me. As I’ll knock you out flat!” She had said as she threw her Pokeball in, a Venipede had been her start. At first Joseph had been a bit disgusted, since back in the demon realm, they were pests and insects. Dumb animals essentially. But then he had remembered it wasn’t the same here and he had continued on. He had trounced it without much effort. Leaving Klara rather speechless.

“But, what? Why aren’t you?!” She had said as Joseph had knocked her first Pokemon out without taking orders from Ashe, but shaken her head and thrown in her Slowpoke. “Nevermind that, Slowpoke, Go!” She had cheered and like before, he had trounced her.

Joseph hadn’t said anything at the while. Just given the poor Slowpoke a good punch right in the head and given another blow. Good effort that one. He had tried his best to take the hits. Even with dark type moves used against him. Poor guy. He had a shit trainer.

“B-But.. How? Why aren’t you ordering it around?!” She had asked. Dumbfounded that Ashe hadn’t spoken up once. Not even Dante had uttered a word as they allowed him to deal with it.

For reference, he hadn’t been wearing his usual armor. Since this was a vacation he was taking, he had worn a simple Ki. He found it fitting as it allowed him to stay clothed but lightly so. The only extra things he wore was a belt around his waist that allowed him to store extra things, like berries, potions, revives and such that would be needed on the journey. It was his first time preparing for such a casual thing that he had decided to forego his armor and allow himself to pack lightly.

It was then Joseph had talked. “I don’t take orders from anyone. Ever.” Was what he had said. Klara had looked at him, stunned. He didn’t know what she had thought of him at first. It was obvious he wasn’t normal, especially with his mechanical eye and arm. Maybe she had thought he was one of those rumored test subjects. Or she had completely dismissed him. He neither knew nor cared.

“Now, if you would be so kind girlie. Move along.” He said as he shooed her away. She hadn’t liked that at all, and had said some choice words to him, which he wouldn’t repeat, and tried to intimidate Ashe and Dante with; “This time you got lucky. But next time, I’ll smack you both down without your pet freak! So you better run back home!” And run off without giving anyone the chance to reply.

Suffice to say, she hadn’t left the best first impression. And the less said of the veiled threat she had tried to give at the entrance of the Do-Jo the better. Joseph had taken severe exception to that and told her in certain terms of; “Don’t make a threat you can’t keep.” And given her a glare that promised a lot of unsaid things if she tried further. Suffice to say, he scared the shit out of her and she had learned quick to not be as much of a bitch while he was around. Thus the need from Morgan to stay around their daughter so no foul play was afoot. Dante himself could handle things on his own. They had confidence in him and if anything Lucifer was more protective after seeing that brat try something so idiotic in front of the group.

“My, my.” The old man, Mustard said as he looked to Joseph. He had invited him in for tea while he waited for the others to do their thing. “I saw that you didn’t want to join the others in the trial, may I ask why not?” He asked as he stroked his thin beard in thought and interest. He had been rather curious to see Joseph, but from a passive way.

His wife had been intrigued but tried not to be rude and pry, which he appreciated. Their son however was a different story. Instantly when he saw him he had gone nuts. And not at how he looked, but at his prosthetics. It seemed their son was an inventor, and at seeing his own fathers craftsmanship he had been ecstatic. Calling it state of the art and beyond anything he had seen before. He had been rather flattered, but a little overwhelmed.

“Its simple sir, this is their trial, not mine. I’m just along for the ride and enjoying a good vacation.” He said as he smiled at Mustard, sipping at his tea in the peace and quiet.

That had earned a chuckle from Mustard. “Ah-ha I see. Allowing them to experience things on their own I take it?” He asked with a sly and knowing smirk.

“Essentially.” Was Joseph’s reply.

There was a quiet that fell on them. Two men simply enjoying a simple presence and quiet among each other.

“If I may be so bold, but I can tell that you are a fighter. You carry yourself with quite the dignity and poise, but also the constant vigilance of a veteran fighter.” He mused. “Your scars tell a story as well.” He said as he indicated his prosthetics. “A fighter like you has seen a great deal of many things in such a short span of time.” He mused. One eye properly opening so he could look at him.

The whole time Joseph had been aware that the old man was evaluating him. He was shrewd and cunning. But not pushy and overbearing. Joseph could respect that.

“You are correct on that.” Was Joseph’s returning statement. “In that sense at least. Why do you ask?”

The question made Mustard hum as he considered.

“I have a little problem. A problem that has been a particular thorn since the little rascal can’t seem to find a trainer that can take him in.”

Now this got Joseph interested. He cocked his head at this and looked at the old man, which encouraged him to go on.

“I have in my care a Kubfu that is more ornery then the rest of those I have in my care. A Kubfu is essentially a fighting type. They are local to this island and can only be found here. Their numbers are few so they are rare.” Mustard explained. “And only those worthy can take the Kubfu in. At least those that they see as worthy. And this Kubfu is..” Mustard paused to find the correct polite term.

“A bit too much of a handful?” Offered Joseph which made Mustard nod. “Correct.” The old man said as he hummed. “Looking at you, you have given me the idea, but. I wouldn’t like to presume. But could I ask you for your help with this one? I can’t find anyone he will listen too, and my hope is that he might with you.” He explained to Joseph.

The Umbreon put his tea down to consider it over. Humming he tapped at his chin with his right arm.

“Alright.” He said with a nod. “I’ll see what I can do. Though no promises.” He told Mustard in earnest.

That made the old man laugh. “Hah, of course. I do appreciate it that you do try though.” He admitted.

With that said, the two of them finished their drinks and then Mustard led Joseph off a ways in his backyard where the Kubfu was.

He had to keep him isolated from the rest so that the Mon’ wouldn’t attack someone. Right now he was training with some dummies and he was bashing them down. Stomping his feet and acting like a little tough guy.

“Alright.” Joseph mused as he looked towards Mustard, who only gave him a knowing smile and shrug. “Up to you.” The old man said, and Joseph gave a sigh as he approached the Kubfu.

“Hey kid why don’t-” Before he even managed to finish the word the Kubfu had taken one look at Joseph and screamed a battle cry, aiming a kick to his face, which Joseph had returned on instinct with a punch that met the poor bastard right in the nose and he was sent flying.

“Ah shit.” Joseph muttered as he went to check up on the Kubfu. He was fine, but he was dazed. He was a tough little son of a bitch that was for sure.

“Yes..” Mustard said as he looked on at Joseph and the Kubfu, seeing him rouse and Joseph giving him a smack on the head and a stern talking too.

“They’ll get along just fine.” He said, to himself. And with a cheeky little smile and a chuckle he walked back inside. Letting the two bond, and letting Joseph establish himself as the little guy’s new master.

How you may ask? By thrashing him thoroughly in a fight and then giving the poor guy a spanking.

When Ashe and the others would return, they would find a sulking Kubfu sitting next to Joseph. The Umbreon looking a lot more stern and in his “Alpha/Dad” mode, and ignoring the Kubfu and his sore bottom.

He turned back to the others, giving him a nod. “Welcome back.” He greeted them and then motioned his head to the Kubfu. “Gang, meet Lee. He’s going to be staying with us for a while.”

The story continues later on!

#Story #Drabble #The isle of Armor #Striking down like a Thunderburner (Joseph)

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stories-mostly · 6 years ago

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Stark's Bug

Tony Stark x Son!reader

Let's all collectively ignore that I forgot about the entire first 15 min of the 2nd Iron man movie as a late birthday gift to me. Thx.

Words: 1525 (what a pretty number to look at)

Warnings: Canon typical violence, other than that none

Chapter 15

You are watching Happy and your dad box in the ring as you stood beside it copying their movements and fighting an invisible villain. Lots of stuff had happened recently but now that your dad was back, there was no reason to dwell on the latest happenings. Because: You had your own superhero costume!

It had been a weekend project with your dad after he caught you playing with his helmet on. He came up with the idea and you with some rough drafts of the design, then you worked together to give it the finishing touches. Creating your superhero costume all within a 48 hour time span.

There was a helmet in Iron man style but purple and blue colors which looked similar to Captain Magic's colour scheme and it was taken off and put on like a motorcycle helmet. There were strong glasses in the holes for your eyes which Jarvis was built into. They could simulate enemy's. Make them look like they're really there, so you can fight them.

You had a long Cape with dark purple on the outside and a softer blue on the inside, which was attached to your shoulder plates. They were attached to your chest Armour that reached down to your waist line and was made of a thin, breathable, sturdy fabric. You also had super special gauntlets, and boots that reached your knees. You loved your look and went by the name of "Captain Storm", after Captain Magic of course.

His superpowers are controlling the wind, time travel, and super strength. Captain Storm also has a super secret super power only to use in dire situations. Nobody knew that he can use the force! But soon he'll be found out by his arch nemesis Madman!

You had your fun playing pretend as the door opened and Pepper walked in. She was real busy recently so you were excited to see her.

"Pepper!" You shout and run over into her arms.

"What? Who are you?" she gasped.

"Uh? I'm (y/-, I mean, I'm Captain Storm! I was protecting you of the evil lasers of Madman! You can only see them with my super special helmet! Thank me later!" You explained taking a superhero stance. You smiled up at her and went away to "fight" the evil Madman who was now targeting your family!

You didn't even realize there was a whole stranger in the room smiling at your antics.

As soon as your father left the ring the strange lady got in it and fought Happy while Tony and Pepper talked.

You watched in despair as she took down your uncle without a problem. How dare she? That was your uncle! And an ally of Captain Storm! She must be a villain! In truth you were very impressed though. Well (y/n) might've been impressed but Storm saw in her nothing but a potential threat! Maybe she was even a spy sent by Madman! He just couldn't trust her. Though he tried to copy her moves. They were really cool.

You snuck off into the side room and changes back into your "civilian clothes".

Walking back into the gym the woman and Happy were both out of the ring.

You wandered over and let yourself fall over your dad's lap.

"You're finally back, Bug." he said ruffling your hair after pulling you up into a sitting position. Instead of being sprawled over his legs like a lazy cat.

"What're you doing?" you asked both of them, as they seemed to be doing, well, things. You didn't really know what.

"Nothing big, just some paperwork." He paused handing back the papers to Pepper. "Bug, What do you think about going with Happy, Pepper and me to Monaco?" He asked after you faced him properly.

"A vacation?" you were confused, you had school. Also where IS Monaco? Your knowledge of European geography didnt go further than knowing a few names of countries and their estimated location.

"Yeah, more or less. I mean going to Monaco to attend the Grand prix? You know, Formula one? Cars racing each other." He made motions with his hands that were somehow related to race cars.

"Sure." You shrugged pulling up all the knowledge you possess about formula one. It wasn't a lot. You knew that your Stark industries was sponsoring or owned one of the teams and that they drove really weird and fast cars, but that was about it.

It was your first vacation in a long time so hopefully it would be fun.

Not long after your father had asked you whether or not you wanted to come you were in Monaco. More specifically in your hotel room.

You jumped around on the furniture in the large living room as your father was taking a shower. He had said to get ready but you could spare a bit of time for playing.

You let Captain Magic fly around the room after the Captain America figure Coulson had gifted you. Magic knew that Captain USA was an imposter since the real one is dead. So now she had to catch him and reveal his true identity. Though playtime was over as soon as the bedroom door opened and both Captains crashed into your father's chest.

You gasped, and then apologized while giggling.

"Your apology is accepted, now go get dressed you rascal." He said picking up both captains and shooing you back to the couch where your suit was waiting to be put on.

You were dressed in a few minutes, struggling a bit with the button up.

Your father tied your tie and voila you were all ready to go. Looking all fancy in your dress shirt and vest. A real charmer, as your dad put it.

You put on your sunglasses and left.

Arriving at the race track you were overwhelmed on how big it was. You couldn't even see it all together. They really had to drive a long way around Monaco. People cheered as your father got out of the car. He did his usual spiel, while you clamored at the track. You also gave a short wave to the people before you followed Pepper and your dad inside, Happy following behind you.

Inside you where slightly overwhelmed so you just stuck to your father's side. Natalie was also there doing stuff. You actually only found out her name on the flight here when you were back to playing pretend.

Somebody took a quick picture of the three of you while your dad didn't stop talking. You continued to follow him around like a lost puppy.

There was the Hammer guy that was also at your dads court hearing. You could feel that they hated each other. The four of you shortly sat down on a table before Natalie came and told Tony that the other table he wanted is ready.

Your dad stood up and Pepper took your hand having realized how lost you looked, leading you over. You sat down and fiddled with the middle button of your vest.

"Wheres Tony?" Pepper asked after you were both seated.

"On the Toilet." you said looking over to the TV where the preparations for the race were broadcasted.

"I think hes off the toilet now." you said as you saw your dad in full racing get up on the track.

"What? Oh my God." Pepper said and asked for Natalie to bring Happy.

Meanwhile you were ecstatic at the thought of your him racing.

The race began and you were basically bouncing in your seat. Not knowing whether your father was winning or not you still cheered him on internally.

You looked over at Pepper who still had a "I can't believe this" expression on her face.

Your attention was drawn a few minutes after the race had begun. There was a man on the track, just casually walking along. You knew something wasn't right even before he started to turn into a weird very villainy looking dude. You turned to Pepper only to see that she was gone. Now you were panicking. You took deep breaths, trying to calm yourself but nothing was working. Natalie placed her hand on your back comfortingly. It didn't calm you down at all but grounded you a little. Your father was on the screen getting attacked by some random guy, without his suit, and your main support system was currently gone! You had a feeling that they weren't away to search for safety either.

Tears were building in your eyes as the situation grew more and more concerning.

All you could do was stay there helplessly watching as your father avoided being fried by mere millimeters. You started to grind your teeth together when you saw the car you had come with ram the man into the side barely avoiding your dad. You flinched and bit your lower lip roughly.

There were several heart stopping moments before your dad could finally suit up. You'd like to say that he'd won with ease but it looked like it took a lot of effort to defeat the man.

Ultimately the man was dragged off by officers and the damage was done. You were relived that it was over.

You held onto him tightly as soon as he was within reach.

There was nothing to like about seeing your dad be in immediate danger and fighting for his life. Again.

Tags: @shannonr2003 @art-estrange @nicholasbich @tater-thottie @tonystanktheirondad @gaylemonshark @emilaa2001 @kindahadeschild

Thank you for reading :)

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metalotaku-da · 6 years ago

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MerMay SHANCE

Prompts stolen from @justshance. all pieces are up for grabs if anyone wants to take them further or rework them. @shancemermay

18. Celestial seas

The quantum abyss was as beautiful and daunting as they had theorized back on altea and then some. His expedition with the holt family and the koganes, as their pilot had been a once in a lifetime opportunity for shiro. One he did not regret taking despite the fact that when they returned altea will have passed just a single deca theeb and themselves 10. A decision he regretted even less with an unexpected discovery by their crew. One that both Matt, Keith, and pidge took great joy in teasing shiro about as he prepared for another space walk. Their ship following the course the space whale migration was following. Having joined them was a newly discovered sentient race of the only word they had to describe them was space mers. Similar yet not to the mer race found on water planet deep beneath the icy surface. But this race came in a multitude of blue, black, purple and red hues, and combinations there if, and some with white spots or patches even. Large wide side fins that worked like solar sails, providing heat and energy on top of movement for them in deep space. They claimed small particles of elements they came across but the solar energy Being their main source of energy. Shiro was jealous of the ability to just glide through space uninhibited by things like oxygen needs or radiation poisoning, or the vacuum of space. Unlike him as he double checked his jet pack and magnetic boots for charge and his suit for any holes since his last space walk. Finding all to be in order. Shiro made his way to the airlock. Where the happy face of one of the space mers named Lance was smiling and clinging to door. Waiting on shiro to hurry up and join him but also to get a taste of the gasses theat would jettison from the lock with him. The radio in his helmet crackled to life with Lance's voice carrying through perfectly.

“Hurry up shiro. Your taking to long. Come out come out and play with me.” Lance pouted face pressed tight to the window contorting his pout.

Shiro chuckled moving into the lock and waiting on the timer to open the outer door. “I'm sorry not all of us can survive in the vacuum of space. We alteans need a little prep time to leave the ship.”

“Pidge and Matt don't take as long as you and the angry cosmic wolf boy do.” Lance continued to pout.

Shiro frowned at that the click of out door opening and pulling him into space the air releasing clearing Lance away from the door his fins wide open to collect the gasses, before the dispersed to much. “Yes because they are horrible at following protocol. And don't check their gear over. Which was a movement ago you were carrying pidge back to the ship.”

“We just lost track of time.” Lance said not making eye contact and examining his fingers.

“Nice try. I watched the feed so did Colleen. She didn't check her battery before she left. She's lucky I refill all air supplies every night cycle.” shiro corrected his jet pack bringing him into Lance's orbit. “Don't start lying for her too. Colleen will pull your ear frills too.”

“I didn't know it was a lie when she told me.” Lance countered grabbing shiro by the hand. “and enough about the debris mite. I got plans for us. And you have caused enough of a delay.” Lance's pulled shiro close with them chest to chest bringing a blush to his ears and his purple markings to glow. “Hold on tight we are going my speed.” Shiro did just that. Wrapping his arms around Lance's to avoid his thin membranes under his arms. Lance spread all of his fins wide and they took off away from the alteans ship and further across the quantum abyss. Passing asteroids, gas clouds and strange light anomalies they hadn't fully assessed yet. A time vision affecting them along the way. One where shiro saw himself and Matt through the academy of the sciences and exploration, as young cadets running through the halls after pranking a teacher.

Lance smiled at him all teeth, eyes and edges crinkled in mischief. Not always a rule stickler huh?” He teased.

“I'm a stickler when it's a life or death risk.” Shiro said in a tone that meant business. “However I'm not above bending the rules if there is no harm.”

“Good.” Lance said with a nod. “Cause I'm taking you somewhere you're probably not supposed to go. But it's safe if you are with me. Pidge said none of you've seen a cosmic wolf leave their nest to strike out on their own.”

“No we haven't. They are furious beast who are very territorial, and their teleportation abilities make them even more dangerous and unpredictable.” Shiro said matter of factly his voice pitched slightly in concern.

“If you don't know them, than yeah. But it's ok cause I know these two. They are nice and won't bite. Promise.” Lance said smiling. “And we are here. Don't look red in the eye. And don't touch blue.”

“What!?” Shiro said sharply in panic as Lance set him down on an asteroid that was at his back so he couldn't see what was behind him.

“Hi red, hi blue. How's my favorite fluffier wuffiers doing?” Lance sing songed gliding past shiro. Shiro stiff as he passed. Taking a few deep breaths before turning to observe the mess he had been literally dragged too.

Shiro was shocked to find pressed tightly between two of the giant creatures. Both with their heads bent to be petted. “This is shiro. He's the altean I was telling you about.” Lance said as if he was talking to any sentient being. But their limited research being inconclusive of their level of understanding and sentientas. “Shiro this is red and blue.” And sure enough once of the creatures had a red tint to his dark fur and bioluminescent. The other blue hued. “Their pups are getting the push today.”

“Right.” Shiro said carefully lift a hand to wave making sure to not look the alpha male red in the eye. “Pleasure to meet you.” Blue disappeared in a flash and appeared directly in front of him. Shiro stood frozen holding his breath. Blue took a few sniffs before chuffing and pressing her head to his rubbing it against the helmet. Shiro's eyes wide in fear as he heard red growl loudly behind blue.

“He's not touching her. She touched him red.” Lance scolded. Blue licked his helmet for good measure before turning on her mate and nipping at his ear with her own growl. Red chuffed in response but turned away from shiro heading into a cave on the asteroid.

“Awe they like you too shiro.” Lance said cheerily pulling shiro along by his hand to follow after the pair.

“Blue might but I don't think red does. Maybe I should leave.” Shiro whispered back.

“Naw. If red didn't like you, he'd have ate your head off. He's just Moody and aloof, like Keith. All prickly on the outside, but you know deep down he's got a squishy heart full of affection.” Lance consoled.

Shiro laughed. “I didn't know you thought that about Keith. I actually thought you two hated each other.”

“Naw I don't hate Keith. He's just really easy to fire up. It's fun to tease him. He has two moods, angry or indifferent. So like to make him angry so he'll play with me.” Lance said with a smile. “But don't tell him that.”

“Your secret is safe with me.” Shiro said back with a smile. Their of group having made it to a bigger chamber of the cave came to a stop. One side had openings like windows at the head height of the wolves. Rolling along the floor was a bunch of adorable fluffy cosmic wolf puppies, just a few Thebes old covered in asteroid soot.

“Oh they are so adorable just before they teleport away from home.” Lance cooed tilting his torso and head down to be closer to the pups a few coming over to him to lick at his face and jump on his fins. “Nooooo, you'll lose your protected layer you rascals.” Lance shooed them off his body. Aren't they adorable?”

“They are.” Shiro answered with a smile. Blue raising her head proudly.

“Over here by the hole. So you can see.” Lance directed shiro to a spot to peer out the hole in the cave a clear view of the space whale migration. Several individuals with in view.

“This is a wonderful view Lance but why are we watching the whales? I thought we were watching the pups teleport.” Shiro asked turning to see red lift a pup and place it in the other opening.

“We are.” Lance said. As a flash of light replaced the pup and Lance pointed out the window. A small flash showing above one of the whales. To close. Shiro thought it's going to be pulled by the whales gravity. He lurched forward as the light became a burning streak as it fell through the whales atmosphere burning from the friction. “Oh my goddess.” Shiro said a hand clamped to his mouth.

“It's ok shiro. The soot in their fur protects them from burning up. It hardens and cracks when they hit the surface. And they pop out with shorter fur and then it grows with them as they hunt eat and grow.” He scrunched up his face in thought for a minute. “Like that egg you showed me.” Lance miminicked and egg opening with his hands. As they get stronger they can teleport farther and whale hop. When they find a mate they'll leave and find an asteroid to make babies.”

“That's really amazing Lance.” Shiro said with a smile. Less panicked when blue picked up a cub to place in view of the whales. Another flash of light and he had to admit the meteorite effect of their migration was beautiful. If he ignored the fact a living thing was inside it. Even if Lance assured him every time he winced that the pup was fine. This went on till the reached the last pup who was noticeably smaller than the others who had made their trip. He was a teal blue color of the altean ships in his bioluminescence. And he was sitting facing his parents licking their faces instead of making his trip. Ignoring their nudges.

“Hey buddy aren't you going to join your siblings.” Shiro cooed once it was obvious the parents were having no luck.

The pup looked at him before hunching down, after a moment it disappeared in a flash. Only to land on shiro's head startling him. He and Lance reached for it before it could fall from its failed perch. Back legs now resting on shiro's shoulder and front paws on his head.

“Well now,” Lance smiled at shiro eyes soft. “I guess he picked a new home. Kind of jealous of the little guy.”

“What?” Shiro asked eyes wide at Lance. He was caught off guard as blue appeared next to him licking the side of his helmet. And shiro would swear she looked smug, before she left the group and headed out of the cave. Red head-butted him next before leaving also.

“Sweet. They approve of you.” Lance cooed again. “Hope the others don't mind. We get to raise our own pupper together!” Lance squealed giving a delighted spin. The initial panic shiro felt at becoming a pet parent to a large and dangerous creature slowly fading way to his own excitement to match Lance's.

#shance #voltron #shancemermay #mermay #space mer #lance #shiro

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Raspberries Challenge #2: Zootopia x Pinocchio

Hello everyone! As promised here’s the first of many more to come Zootopia x Disney crossovers! Sorry I never got back to these before, but they’re back now and hopefully they’ll have a better updating schedule from now on. So hope you all enjoy! :D

Keep in mind some will be longer than other, some shorter. And in some maybe some characters might not be present or not so much, like Judy for one is not really present in this one, but I hope you like my take on this Disney classic nonetheless!

@wildehopps-rasps

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Raspberries Challenge Entry #2: Pinocchio

Pinickhio

Once upon a time, there lived a kindly old clockmaker named Emmett Otterton. He lived on his own after the unfortunate passing of his wife some years ago. Having never had any children of his own, the otter passed the time focusing on his life’s work -- making clocks day in and day out.

A fruitful life financially, but empty without anyone to share it with.

In his loneliness, Emmett turned to carving marionettes. Fashioning most of them to look like children to serve as sort of surrogate children to him. He loved them all so dearly, but if he had to choose his favorite -- it had to be a small red fox kit made of pine. The little fox marionette, clad in a pale yellow shirt, red overalls, a blue bowtie, and a yellow hat with a red feather was named Pinickhio by the kind otter.

One night as Emmett went to bed, he made a wish upon the evening star -- asking it, praying to it -- to please grant Pinickhio life, so that he may become a real fox and a real son to him.

His wish was granted.

For when Emmett fell asleep, a beautiful gazelle fairy with a blonde tuft of hair came to Pinickhio and granted him life. When the little wooden fox opened his brightly painted emerald eyes, the fairy promised him that she would make him into a real fox kit. But!...on one condition, “Prove yourself brave, truthful, and unselfish. And someday you will be a real fox.”

To help him achieve this, the gazelle fairy gave the wooden kit a conscience. A conscience in the form of a small fennec fox named Finnick who had snuck into Emmett’s home to seek shelter from the bitter cold. Though he did not possess the most admirable life, the gazelle fairy felt that this was the fennec fox’s chance to make things right for himself -- to learn from his past mistakes and to lead Pinickhio down the right path.

“Now remember Pinickhio, be a good boy. And always let your conscience be your guide,” and just like that, the gazelle vanished. Leaving Pinickhio and Finnick to prove themselves worthy.

The bell tolled throughout the village, signaling to the children that it was time for school. As boys and girls of all species and sizes said good-bye to their parents and rushed off to the local schoolhouse, Pinickhio eagerly swung open the front door to gaze in amazement at all the children. There were so many different looking ones! There were big ones, there were little ones, there were some that looked like his father Emmett, and there were some fluffy long eared ones.

Speaking of which…...There actually was one of those that immediately caught his eye and made his chest feel funny. A pretty little bunny girl with gray fur and amethyst colored eyes that looked in Pinickhio’s direction. She giggled and waved at him with a sweet friendly smile. Pinickhio returned a bashful smile and waved back as she skipped off along with other similar looking rabbits.

After watching her disappear into the distance, Pinickhio’s attention turned to another equally amazing sight. There, making their way to school, were a group of mammals that looked just like him. In his excitement, Pinickhio began hopping around the porch, following their every movement with his eyes.

His father, Emmett Otterton, came out the front door to place a formal little black vest on the puppet to make him look presentable for his first day of school. The eager Pinickhio however, was having a difficult time standing still as he hopped around eagerly. “Look father! Look!” the little wooden kit called out in a hop.

Emmett chuckled at the young puppet’s eagerness, “Hold still, Pinickhio.”

“What are those?” the little wooden kit asked Emmett.

“Huh?” Emmett lifted his gaze to the children making their way to school. “Oh, those. They’re foxes and your schoolmates, Pinickhio. Girls and boys--”

“Real boys?” Pinickhio cut him off, finally standing still. Amazed at the revelation.

“Yes,” Emmett answered as he finally managed to put the vest on Pinickhio. “And I’m sure they’re all eager to become your friends.”

“Friends?” Pinickhio beamed at the word.

“Yes, now hurry. You don’t want to be late,” Emmett gently shooed him down the small steps of their porch. “Oh! Wait my son!” Pinickhio stopped, wondering what his father could want of him. “I almost forgot,” Emmett came down the steps with an ABC book and an apple. He breathed on the apple and shined it up nice on the sleeve of his blouse for Pinickhio. “Here’s your book and here’s a nice apple for your teacher.” Pinickhio smiled. “Alright, now turn around and let me look you over,” Emmett told him with a proud chuckle.

The little fox puppet obeyed his father and turned only his body around, keeping his head in place.

“Perfect. Run along now.” Pinickhio joyfully skipped on toward school, feeling excited and eager to meet real foxes and make dozens of new friends.

“Goodbye father!” he called back to Emmett.

“Goodbye son! Hurry back!”

As the town’s children continued to race on toward school, a red fox by the name of John Worthington Foulfellow and his mute feline sidekick, Gideon, made their way about the crowded path. “Ah Gideon, listen. The merry laughter of little innocent children wending their way to school,” said the red fox to his companion. “Thirsty little minds rushing to the fountain of knowledge. Haha! School, a noble institution. What would this stupid world be without--” Honest John stopped short, noticing a poster depicting a heavy set ram named Stromboli with a pair of marionettes. “Well, well, well, Stromboli! So that old rascal is back in town, eh? Hahahaha! Remember Giddy the time I tied strings on you and passed you off as a puppet? Hahahaha! We nearly put one over on that old gypsy that time! Hahaha! Hahahaha!”

Honest John and Gideon continued on their merry way, laughing boisterously until they came across a most unexpected sight. There, skipping along the same path but heading in the opposite direction as them was… “A little wooden fox. Now who to--” Honest John and Gideon froze. “A wooden fox?!” Honest John gasped as he and Gideon followed after the wooden kit. They hid behind a brick wall to spy on the young kit and ensure their eyes did not deceive them. “Look Giddy! Look! It’s amazing! A live puppet without strings! A thing like that ought to be worth a fortune to someone. Now let me see…” Honest John rolled his eyes up in thought, his gaze landing upon the poster he had seen earlier. “That’s it! Stromboli! Why that fat old faker would give his--Listen! If we play our cards right, we’ll be on easy street. Or my name isn’t Honest John. Quick we’ll head him off.”

Honest John and Gideon made their way behind a brick wall walking along the path Pinickhio was taking -- following the young puppet’s every move -- still amazed at the sight of a moving living puppet. The hustler fox quickened his pace and pulled his mute feline companion by the neck with the crook of his cane until they arrived at the other end of the wall. Now ahead of him, it was the perfect opportunity to catch him!

Honest John and Gid waited and brainstormed on how to go about catching the unsuspecting puppet. “Shh,” Honest John shushed to his friend, “Now’s our--” Honest John’s eyes widened upon noticing his associate lifting a mallet, ready to bop the young puppet on his head. “No, no stupid!” Honest John said, removing the mallet from Gid. “Don’t be crude.” Honest John uttered, bopping the silent feline over the head with the mallet. Gid gave no reaction, save for a single hiccup. “Let me handle this. Here he comes.”

He spun around to face Gideon, pretending to be lost in conversation with the feline. “Ah, yes Giddy. As I was saying to the Duchess only yesterday--” The cunning fox casually slid his cane back, causing the incoming Pinickhio to trip on it.

CLANK!

“Oh! Oh, how clumsy of me,” uttered Honest John, feigning concern for the young puppet. “My, my, my. Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Honest John clicked his tongue as he and Gideon helped the boy up, messily re-adjusting Pinickhio’s bowtie and hat. “Oh I’m terribly sorry. Oh, I do hope you’re not injured.”

“I’m alright,” Pinickhio responded.

Honest John sighed in relief, “Splendid!”

Gideon meanwhile, pulled out a small brush to help dust off the wooden kit clean. In the process of dusting him off, a greedy Gideon tugged at Pinickhio’s back pocket, pulling it wide to see if he had any money on him. He apparently did as Gideon reached in only to have Honest John smack him on the head with his cane, pushing the feline’s head down below his shoulders and into his shirt.

Pinickhio reached down for his book and apple, but Honest John picked them up first. The older fox rudely took a bite out of the apple and opened up the ABC book. He held it upside down,“Well, well, quite the scholar I see. Look Giddy, a mammal of letters.” Honest John lowered the book to his mute associate to see. With a humored chuckle, the fox returned the book to Pinickhio, “Here’s your book.”

Pinickhio took his book and innocently pointed ahead with a smile, “I’m going to school!” He started to march off on his way again when Honest John pulled him back with his cane.

“School?” Honest John questioned, “Then you haven’t heard of the easy road to success.”

“Uh-uh,” Pinickhio shook his head.

“No? I’m speaking my boy of the theatre!” Honest John exclaimed, draping his cape over himself in a dramatic flare. “Here’s your apple.” he said placing it back on the wooden kit’s palm. Pinickhio grimaced seeing that the older fox had already eaten it and only handed him the core. Taking absolutely no notice to the boy’s frown, Honest John continued with his speech, “Bright lights, music, applause! Fame,” Honest John said, raising his brows.

“Fame?” Pinickhio repeated, imitating Honest John's brow gesture.

“Yes! You’re a fox after all! Just like me! And let me tell you from one fox to another, there’s no greater occupation for a fox than the life of an actor!”

“Really?” Pinickhio asked, amazed by such a detail.

“Absolutely my dear boy! And with that personality. That profile! That physique! Why he’s a natural born actor. Eh Giddy?” Honest John said with a wink and a jab of his elbow to Gideon. The cat responded in kind with several goofy nods.

“But I’m going to--” Pinickhio tried to argue, attempting to continue on his path toward school.

“Straight to the top!” Honest John interrupted, turning the boy in the opposite direction and leading him on a new path, “Why, I can see your name in lights! Lights six feet high! Uh...What is your name?”

“Pinickhio!”

“Pinickhio! P-I-N-eh-Y-I-uh-P-I--Ohoho!” he chuckled, trailing off after fumbling his name. “How about we just call you Nick for short?”

“Okay! That kinda sounds like how my friend Finnick calls me. Except he calls me Nicky or Nicko.”

“Then Nick it is then!” Honest John cheered. He’s got him right where he wants him. “Now, on to the theatre!” the older fox declared, breaking into song as he and Gideon lead Pinickhio toward his ‘promising career’ as an actor.

Hi-Diddle-Dee-Dee

An actor's life for me

A high silk hat and a silver cane

A watch of gold with a diamond chain

Hi-Diddle-Dee-Day

An actor’s life is gay

It’s great to be a celebrity

An actor’s life for me

Ta dum diddle dee dum

Ti dee um dee dum

Ta dum diddle dee dum

Ta dum ta dum

Hi-Diddle-Dee-Di

Ta dee de dum ta dee

Ta dum diddle dee dum

Ta dum ta dum

Hi-Diddle-Dee-Dum

An actor’s life is fun!

Elsewhere, Finnick raced through the streets while simultaneously attempting to dress himself. “Some conscious I turned out to be. Late on the first day--come on!” he strained between his teeth as he slipped on his black coat. “Oh well, I doubt Nick can get into much trouble on his way to school.”

The miniature fennec fox stopped beside a bridge on his path to tuck his nightshirt into his pants when suddenly...

Ta dum diddle dee dum

Ta dum ta dum

The sounds of merry singing caught his ear. This could only mean one thing, “Oh no, a parade,” the small fox groaned. “I guess I better move before I get stepped on.” Finnick stepped aside, crossing his arms and leaning against the stone to allow the marching mammals to pass.

An actor’s life for me

“Ugh finally!” Finnick growled under his breath once the mammals passed by. He made his way back onto the bridge only to hear a young, yet strangely familiar voice sing from behind him.

Hi-Diddle-Dee-Dee

An actor’s life for me!

Finnick glanced back doing a double take, “What the--?” There, marching beside a singing red fox and a brown feline was Pinickhio!

A waxed mustache

And a beaver coat

A pony cart

And a billy goat

“Pinickhio?!” Finnicked gasped confused. The school’s on the other side of town, thought the small fennec fox, So where...? Realizing he had no time to waste with questions, Finnick ran after him, “Hey Nicko! Where you goin’!”

Hi-Diddle-Dee-Dum

An actor’s life is fun

You wear your hair in a pompadour

You ride around in a coach and four

Finnick raced and slid down a stairway rail, desperately trying to reach the young wooden fox, “Wait! Nick!” The fennec fox called to the young puppet but received no answer, the older red fox’s singing completely drowned out Finnick’s calls.

“Stop!” Finnick called once more only to have a completely distracted Honest John push Finnick away with a flare of his musically wandering paws. Finnick fell tail first with a dazed head. He shook it off to call for Pinickhio once more, “Hold on! Nicko!”

You stop and buy out a candy store

An actor’s life for me,

“That does it,” Finnick growled. He’s had enough.

Hi-Diddle-Dee-Dee

An actor’s life for me

With clothes that come from the finest shop

And lots of peanuts and soda pop

Hi--

He ran after them and whistled as loud as he could, “HEY! PINICKHIO!”

“What was that?” Honest John asked turning every which way until he looked down and spotted the angry Finnick.

“Oh! It’s Finnick!” chirped a happy Pinickhio.

“Finnick?” questioned Honest John to the puppet.

“He’s my conscious!” Pinickhio replied innocently.

“Ah! So this is your conscious,” said Honest John, feigning excitement. “I didn’t know one of your schoolmates served as your conscious.”

“Schoolmates?” echoed an angry Finnick, “I’m a grown fox!”

“Really?!” Honest John gasped in shock, “Could’ve fooled me. I thought you were a bit tall for your age!” he snickered, jabbing Gideon with an elbow, eliciting an inaudible chuckle from the silent feline.

“What’d you say?!” Finnick snarled at them, balling his little paws into fists, “You’re lucky I have to set a good example for the kid. Otherwise I’d wipe that smirk off your face!”

“My, my, my, what a temper. We must be cautious Giddy. Seems like the grown fox has grown short with us. Hahahahaha!” They threw their heads back, laughing boisterously, while Pinickhio looked on wondering what's so funny... and what's made Finnick so angry?

Speaking of which…

“What are you doing here?” Pinickhio asked his fennec fox conscious.

“I could ask you the same thing kid. Ain’t you supposed to be in school? And who are these guys?” asked the miniature fennec with a sour look on his face.

“They’re my friends,” Pinickhio responded innocently, “This is Gideon,” Gideon tipped his hat to Finnick. “And that’s Honest John. He’s a fox! Just like me and you!” Pinickhio pointed happily at the older red fox.

“Charmed,” Honest John responded with a sarcastic bow.

Finnick only glared at him with an angry mumble.

“He’s gonna make me an actor!” Pinickhio replied ecstatically.

“An actor?! No, no, no. You're going to school kid.”

“But Finnick, Honest John says an actor's life is the only life for a real fox.”

“What? This guy told you that?” Finnick gave Honest John a dirty look and took Pinickhio by the paw, pulling him a few feet away from the two deceiving mammals, “Come 'ere kid.”

“What's wrong Finn--” Finnick raised a paw, stopping the young fox puppet from finishing his sentence.

“I’ll tell you what’s wrong. Those two are lyin’ to you,” Finnick whispered to the little puppet. “Foxes aren't supposta be actors. I'm not an actor and neither are you! You're a kit. You're supposta be in school. Learning how not to end up like that guy!” Finnick pointed to Honest John, who simply placed a dramatic tattered gloved paw at his chest as if saying, 'moi?’

Finnick continued, “Look kid, if you wanna be polite about it that's okay. Just tell 'im thanks all the same but you gotta go to school.”

“And he shall!” Honest John cut in, placing an arm around the tiny fennec. “Acting school that is!”

“Wait. Wha--!” Finnick hissed before being so rudely interrupted once again by Honest John.

“Finnick was it? Come with me. Talk with me,” Honest John said, guiding Finnick away from Pinickhio’s hearing reach. They stopped behind a wall to speak in private, “Now listen my tiny friend. You're a fox, right? I’m sure you know all too well the paths our kind are destined to follow. I'm just looking out for the boy.”

“Puh, yeah. Lookin’ out how you can exploit ‘im to make a profit you mean,” Finnick scoffed.

“Exactly!” Honest John admitted without shame. “After all let’s face facts, that solo moving puppet is a gold mine! You’re his conscious right? Don’t you think it would be wrong of you to keep him from a promising future with heavy financial rewards? Hmm?” Honest John lifted his brows, attempting to tempt Finnick into going along with the plan. “Think about it, as his conscious that gives you a right to a heavy cut. If not all of dear Nicky’s cut considering he’s still too young to utilize his own earnings.”

Finnick’s eyes widened in amazement. That would be a lot of moola, the fennec thought with a mischievous smirk as he imagined all the money he could make with the little fox puppet. Given all the financial hardships he’s gone through his whole life, this could be his big break! He could have anything he’s ever wanted! Money, girls, his own place -- heck a mansion even!

….Finnick’s smile fell and he shook his head as his own conscious returned to him. “No! No! Sorry ‘pal’, but ain’t doin’! I’m not betrayin’ the kid and I ain’t about to let you ruin his life neither!” Finnick declared bravely and loyally.

“Really? Is that so? Never thought I’d see the day when a fellow fox would turn down such an opportunity.”

“Guess there’s a first time for everythin’ chump. I’m takin’ that kid to school and if you don’t like it, try an stop me--eeh!”

Honest John snatched Finnick up in the air. Hanging him high by the coattails of his coat, “Hey what the?! Put me down ya no good piece a--”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Temper, temper,” Honest John tisked, “We don’t want young Nick to hear you say such foul words. But I will tell him you send him your warm regards and the best of luck.”

“Wha--!” Finnick yelled before being tossed into a barrel. Honest John slammed the lid hard down on top of the barrel, muffling Finnick’s foul ranting.

“You’re a heck of a conscious by the way. Not that it did you much good here.” With a bump of his hips Honest John sent the barrel rolling down the hill with Finnick still inside.

CRASH!

The barrel crashed against a thick tree. The lid popped open, allowing a dizzy Finnick to waddle his way out of the barrel before collapsing right next to it.

Atop the hill, Honest John laughed boisterously and made his way back to Pinickhio and Gideon.

Pinickhio looked around curiously, unable to spot his conscious anywhere. “Where’s Finnick?”

“Finnick?” Honest John asked, “Oh! He went back home, but he told me to tell you that he changed his mind. He wants you to be an actor and wishes you the best of luck!”

“Really?” Pinickhio asked with a big innocent smile.

“Yes! Now come along Nicky! We have to make you a star!”

“Okay!” Though unable to see him, Pinickhio waved good-bye to Finnick in hopes that his conscious would still hear him. “Good-bye Finnick! Good-bye!”

Honest John and Gideon guided Pinickhio back down the path toward Stromboli’s. They resumed their song as Finnick regained consciousness and Pinickhio’s words at last reached his large ears. “Good-bye? Good-bye?!!”

Finnick shook his head, shaking off the dizziness and watched Pinickhio walk off into the distance with Honest John and Gideon. Finnick slapped a frustrated paw to his forehead with a groan, “That kid’s dumber and more gullible than a rabbit! Hey Nick! NICK!!”

No response. It’s hopeless. Honest John’s singing completely tuned out any of Finnick’s desperate calls. “Great! What do I do now? Should I tell his dad?” Finnick questioned to himself. “Nah, I ain’t no snitch. I’ll go after ‘im myself.”

Finnick tipped his hat forward in a determined manner and ran after them, hoping to stop Pinickhio from ruining his young life and his chances of ever becoming a real fox.

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