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jacenotjason · 29 days ago

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MoneyGun's History

So on the MoneyGun Toyhouse page, there was this "history" section where i was SUPPOSED to write like. 3-4 paragraphs BRIEFLY going over MoneyGun lore and i. didn't. do that.

I decided to post the full thing here! Since I don't post my writings often I figured why not

please enjoy my spooky month oc x canon garbage hehahah <3

You can also find this on Toyhouse here!

First Meeting (≈1980)

Mars had barely settled into his new life in America. The corporate world was a far cry from his past, but the steady rhythm of office work and the anonymity of a cubicle suited him just fine. He preferred to blend into the background, his stoic demeanor and quiet efficiency ensuring he did just that. The company was owned by the formidable Vaneti Evermore, a name that carried weight, though Mars had yet to see her in person.

What he had seen, however, was her son. Narciso G. Evermore, or simply Evermore to the staff, had an undeniable presence around the office. Charismatic, impeccably dressed, and oozing with a self-assured confidence that bordered on theatrical despite never doing any actual work, Evermore was impossible to ignore. His visits to the office were often and always memorable, as he skated around the office space he would one day inherit.

Mars had taken little interest in the man until the day he caught Evermore watching him. Not subtly, either; Evermore’s gaze lingered, curious and calculating, even as they made eye contact. There was something about Mars's quiet, imposing figure that intrigued him, and Evermore wasn’t one to let intrigue go unaddressed.

A few days later, as Mars typed away at his desk, Evermore made his move. Perched backwards on a rolling chair as though it was a chariot, he wheeled himself across the office floor with the kind of dramatic flair only he could muster. The squeak of the wheels drew Mars's attention just in time to witness Evermore tip too far on the chair and collapse to the floor. Mars glanced up from his computer, his sharp, unflinching eyes meeting Evermore’s sheepish grin.

For a moment, silence hung between them, broken only by the sound of Evermore muttering a few choice curses. It wasn’t the entrance Evermore had planned, but it had certainly worked in one respect: it got Mars’s attention. As Evermore scrambled to his feet, brushing himself off with exaggerated indignity, Mars’s stoic mask barely faltered. A single raised brow hinted at his bemusement, though he said nothing.

First Date

Months had passed since the infamous chair incident, and in that time, Narciso G. Evermore had made it his mission to infiltrate the stoic fortress that was Mars. Day after day, he rolled by Mars’s cubicle; sometimes on chairs, sometimes dramatically leaning against the flimsy partitions like a movie star posing for a magazine cover. Mars remained calm, composed, and frustratingly impenetrable. Yet, Evermore was nothing if not persistent.

One afternoon, with his usual over-the-top flair, Evermore leaned into Mars’s space, his voice carrying the kind of casual confidence only he could muster. “So, how about a swing dance contest this Friday?” He smirked as he fluttered a poster in his hand, though inwardly his nerves prickled. It was a bold move, perhaps too bold.

Mars looked up, his sharp eyes narrowing as if calculating the weight of the proposition. A moment of silence passed, and Evermore felt a bead of sweat form, his mind racing to concoct a witty way to save face if he was rejected. But then Mars gave a single nod, accompanied by a quiet, “Alright.”

The night of the contest arrived, and Evermore’s confidence was sky-high. Dressed to impress, he met Mars at the venue, only to be floored once again by how effortlessly handsome his date looked in his sharp attire. The contest began, and though Mars claimed to have little experience, his natural precision and ability to follow Evermore’s flamboyant lead made them a formidable pair. Together, they twirled, dipped, and spun across the floor, drawing cheers and applause.

When the results were announced, they had secured second place, a commendable achievement, though not enough for Evermore’s inflated ego. As the winners were crowned, Evermore’s smile turned tight, his frustration barely concealed. He ranted softly about biased judges and unfair scoring as they exited the venue. Mars, ever unshakeable, quietly reached out and placed a steadying hand on Evermore’s shoulder.

“Second place is still good,” Mars said simply, his voice calm and grounding. The words, spoken with such quiet assurance, cut through Evermore’s irritation. He looked at Mars, realizing for the first time just how steady and unshakable his date truly was. The tension melted away, replaced by a small, genuine smile. “Yeah,” Evermore admitted reluctantly. “I guess it is.”

By the time they left the contest, the night had grown quiet and still. Outside, under the soft glow of a streetlamp, Evermore paused. “You know,” he said, his tone unusually sincere, “tonight wasn’t half bad.” Mars turned to him, his expression unreadable. Evermore, emboldened by the moment, leaned in. Their first kiss was soft, unhurried, and strangely natural, as though the rest of the world had faded away.

The Reveal

Several years had passed since their first date, and Evermore and Mars’s lives had intertwined seamlessly. Evermore had inherited his mother’s empire, now confidently at the helm of Vaneti Enterprises, while Mars had found fulfillment in his meticulous work as a crime scene cleaner. Now, Evermore was setting his sights on the mayor’s office.

At first, Evermore's campaign had been smooth sailing. His charisma won over large crowds, and his clever maneuvering had kept his opponents at bay. But Aubrey Dhedd-Mi’it, the man running against Evermore, had become a thorn in his side.

Aubrey was everything Evermore wasn’t: humble, gentle, and genuinely kind. He was adored by the public, his sincerity cutting through the noise of the campaign. Where Evermore’s arrogance and authoritarian tendencies inspired a mix of admiration and fear, Aubrey’s warmth invited trust and affection. Polls shifted, and Aubrey took the lead.

For the first time in years, Evermore was rattled. At home, the once-confident man paced their living room, that fire in his eyes dimmed into fear and uncertainty. Mars watched from the corner, seeing his lover in such a state stabbing straight into his heart.

As Evermore finally slumped on the couch, his head in his hands, Mars quietly crossed the room and sat beside him. “What if I lose?” Evermore asked, his voice unusually soft. “I’ve worked so hard, Mars. I need this. I want this so badly.”

Mars studied him for a moment, his dark eyes unwavering. He wasn’t one for grand declarations, but he understood the weight of Evermore’s words. Slowly, he leaned back, his voice low and steady as he spoke, “Daffodil," Evermore turned at the sound of his nickname, his brows knitting together, "There’s something I need to tell you,”

“I wasn’t a cleaner before I moved here, like I told you,” Mars began. “When I lived in Korea, I worked as a hitman.” The admission hung in the air, heavy and unshakable. “I must've worked up a kill count somewhere in the thousands before I retired. If that changes how you see me, I understand."

Evermore stared, his thoughts racing. But Mars wasn’t finished. “I’ve been thinking,” he said, his voice steady. “If you want, I can handle this. I could... persuade Aubrey to back out. He wouldn’t even have to know it was connected to you. You wouldn’t lose.”

Evermore’s initial reaction wasn’t fear, it was disbelief. He blinked at Mars, his mind racing to process the revelation. Then, slowly, his lips curved into a grin, one that only grew wider as the implications sank in.

“You’d do that?” Evermore asked, his tone more excited than questioning. “For me?”

Mars nodded, his expression unreadable but his intent clear. “If it makes you happy, of course.”

For a moment, Evermore simply stared at him, and then, as though unable to contain himself, he laughed. A triumphant, almost giggly sound. He grasped Mars’s face in his hands, pulling him into a fervent kiss. When they parted, his eyes gleamed with their usual mischievous fire.

“Why would I be afraid of you, Mars?” Evermore said, his voice dripping with self-assurance. “You’re perfect!"

Mars said nothing, but the faint smile tugging at his lips spoke volumes. Evermore, once again alight with his unshakable confidence, leaned back with a satisfied sigh. The weight of the campaign seemed to lift, replaced by the knowledge that Mars would do whatever it took to secure his victory.

Proposal

A year had passed since Evermore had claimed the title of Mayor, his dream realized with Mars steadfastly by his side. Life had become a whirlwind of luxury and ambition, but amidst the chaos, their bond only deepened. For their five-year anniversary, Evermore decided to outdo himself, orchestrating an evening befitting their journey together.

He rented a yacht, one of the finest money could buy. The vessel was a floating palace, decked in opulent decor and illuminated by soft, golden lights that shimmered on the waves. As it glided over the calm, moonlit waters, the city skyline sparkled in the distance, a glittering backdrop for their celebration.

Mars, as always, was understated in his reaction to the extravagance, though Evermore swore he saw the faintest hint of a smile as they boarded. They began the evening with champagne, toasting to the years they had shared. Dinner was a decadent affair, each dish paired perfectly with wine and champagne to Mars and Evermore, respectively.

After dinner, they retired to the yacht’s lounge, where Evermore poured them both a final glass of their favorite drinks. His energy was different, slightly nervous, though still carrying his usual bravado. He spoke animatedly about his plans for the city, punctuating his sentences with flourishes of his hands. Mars listened attentively, as always, his calm presence grounding Evermore’s buzzing excitement.

“Nights like this,” Evermore began, his voice softer than usual, “remind me just how lucky I am.” Mars turned toward him, his expression as stoic as ever, but his eyes betrayed his curiosity as he gently tipped his head to one side, silently asking Evermore to continue.

Evermore reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. As he sank to one knee, his confident mask faltered for just a moment, replaced by something raw and vulnerable.

“Mars,” he began, his voice steady despite the pounding of his heart, “you are my knight, my strength, and the only person who has ever truly seen me. I can’t imagine my life without you, and I don’t want to.” He opened the box to reveal a stunning ring, its centerpiece a deep ruby that gleamed like a drop of blood.

“Will you marry me?” Evermore asked, his usual bravado giving way to sincerity.

Mars stared at him for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he reached out, taking Evermore’s hand and pulling him to his feet. “Of course,” he said simply, his voice steady and sure. “Yes.”

Evermore’s face lit up, his grin wide and unabashed. He slid the ring onto Mars’s finger, marveling at how perfectly it fit. Without hesitation, he pulled Mars into a kiss.

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