#rocky fan fiction

[moonpiemoonshine]

Dog eat Dog world pt.6

(A Rocky Balboa fanfic)

Rocky had improved greatly in his training. Being empowered by Apollo and Olivia really got him going. Olivia trained right by his side with Chris, this making Rocky wanna train harder than before. Rocky had improved his speed and his movement in the ring. Olivia was just as hyped as her husband. Even once while he was swimming he had pulled his wife into the water with him to share a kiss in celebration for his heavily improved swimming time and skill.

The night of the rematch was finally here. Apollo and Olivia helped wrap Rocky’s knuckles and give him advice and remind him of his training. Apollo made sure Rocky knew the ideals he needs to keep. Apollo gives Rocky his shorts from their fight, and Apollo made sure to remind Rocky of this favor he owes him. Olivia gives Rocky a quick good luck kiss and a small prayer to her husband. They had walked through the crowd and going into the ring. Olivia helped set up Rocky’s corner while Apollo and Rocky stand getting ready to see Clubber. Olivia was disgusted seeing Clubber and seeing him shove an innocent reporter. The moment he stepped into the ring he started off, he insulted and threatened Apollo and Apollo lunged towards him. Rocky and Olivia held Apollo back and the officials separated the two teams.

Olivia stood outside the ring waiting for the match to start. The tension eating away at the woman and when the bell rang she wasn’t ready. Rocky came out swinging, she sees his improvements from training and is super proud. Seeing her husband basically dance around the ring was a small sort of spectacle. Seeing Rocky able to swerve from Clubber swings was magical and seeing how hard it was to keep Clubber away from Rocky was something else. Olivia could see how upset Clubber was and knew he was gonna come out stronger and more aggressive. Rocky was still doing good keeping the lead in the fight, but Clubber was able to pin Rocky in the corner and thrown into he corner. Clubber and Rocky were separated but when they came back together Clubber was giving Rocky a beating and knocking him down. Olivia yelled for her husband to get to but shakily he got up but Clubber was right back it and knocked down again.

Clubber was swinging hard and stopped by the bell but Olivia could hear Rocky smack talking to Clubber. Apollo couldn’t understand Rocky’s strategy. Rocky knew Clubber was getting tired and frustrated, Olivia knew her husband planned to tire Clubber out and exhaust Clubber anger. Rocky went into the next round taunting Clubber taking Clubber massive and painful hits, but this was part of his plan. Olivia knew Rocky could take this and his plan was being set into motion. Clubber had cornered Rocky but he was so tired he was missing Rocky by a mile. Rocky got the upper hand and landed body shots lifting Clubber off the canvas. Rocky got Clubber pinned and he was too tired to swing back. Rocky landed beautiful face shorts and had finally knocked Clubber out. Clubber stayed down through the count and when Rocky was announced as the winner, Apollo and Olivia jumped into the ring. Rocky was held up in victory and Olivia approached him.

“You alright” She asked and he looked down at her with loving eyes.

“Never better” He said getting down from his teams grasp.

He held Olivia and shared their celebratory kiss as usual. Rocky now being the heavy weight champion once again. Once Rocky had healed he fulfilled the favor he promised Apollo. A secret rematch between the two.

After that match Olivia went head first into more fighting. She didn’t fight any men, stuck only with heavy weight women fighters. She had gotten more worn out the more fights she entered. The matches were nice but she knew she had to finish and hang up her title. So this night was her last match. She sat in the locker room getting her hands wrapped and she looked over at Rocky and her son.

“Tonight’s the last fight. I don’t got anything left in me no more” she said in a somber tone.

“Really? You sure. I know this means lots to you” Rocky replied in a sweet tone. Holding her face in his hands.

“Yea, I think it’s time for me to let the bronco rest” she smiled at him with a restful smile.

The fighter was nervous, this woman was much more built than she was and younger. When the fight started it was instantly brutal. The bigger woman was knocking Olivia around and putting her in harsh headlocks. Olivia stayed up for four rounds but was restless. Her face much more bloody than her adversaries. The bigger woman had gotten her multiple times in the left eye and when the bell rang, Olivia knew what had to happen. She sat on the stool and had Seri look over her.

“Rocky! Come here I need you!” She yelled digging into Seri’s pocket and grabbed a razor.

“Hey, Olivia! What are you doing!” Seri asked in worry and shock when she saw the fighter shakily get up and go to the ref.

“Next drinks on me I swear” Olivia said grabbing the flask from his side. She opened it and smelled the alcohol and she poured it on the razor in her other hand. She sat back down and saw Rocky on the mat now.

“Cut me, now” she demanded holding the small blade out to her husband.

“No, Olivia I can’t do that. I think I’ll throw in the towel” Rocky said nervously.

“Rocky you cut me now or I’ll do it myself” Olivia said bluntly before spitting out some blood in her mouth “you call this, and I’ll keep fighting till I beat her” she finished and Rocky took the blade from her hand.

He cut the swollen eye and Seri helped with cleaning up the blood. The bell rang and Olivia got up. She felt a little more confident in her swings and landed all her shots. She had a plan so she let the bigger woman knock her down a few times. Each time staying down a little longer to see what the woman does. Olivia noticed that she bends down to gloat at the fallen woman so she had decided to put her plan into action. Olivia gets back up and taunted the woman to knock her down. The woman complied and Olivia fell forward.

She lands and tried to get up back was trying to save energy. She was on her hands and knees and waited for the count to reach eight and when it did Olivia quickly pushed herself onto her hands and lifts her legs up and locks herself onto the woman’s waist and she pulled her to the ground landing harshly on her neck. Olivia swiped herself up in the process and watched the woman wobble up and when the ref concluded she was still eligible to fight Olivia knew her neck wasn’t in the best condition and so she threw some harsh right blows and when the woman went to throw one back Olivia slid under the arm and went behind her and hooked her arm around her neck and pushed herself around to the front of the woman and pushed the two of them to the ground. The woman shook when she got up and when she got on her feet she went and punched Olivia across the face and made her fall to the ground. Olivia got up but was seeing three of the woman. So she danced around the woman, using her confusing feet placement to confuse the woman. The bell rang and the two separated into their respective corners.

“Olivia please, you can barley stand” Rocky pleaded.

“I can barley stand you right now, have some faith in me Rocky” she said spitting blood outside the ring and going back into the fight.

Olivia noticed the woman’s neck hurt to where she couldn’t look back behind her. So Olivia decided that was the way to go. They traded punches back and fourth til Olivia snuck behind her and intertwined her hands and elbows the side of her neck and the woman falls. The count goes to ten, and Olivia wins. The official holds up her hand in victory and Olivia is finally satisfied with herself and her win.

Rocky runs into the ring and carries Olivia out, he knows she’s way too weak to do anything. Olivia shakes while showering, knowing her body is too sore to move well. Her eye hurts but it’s not too bad. When she leaves the locker room Rocky rushes to hold her. He lets out silent tears while holding her.

“It’s over Rocky, you don’t gotta worry no more” She said sweetly looking up at him. The two smile at each other and end with a celebratory kiss.

(Should I continue to the rest of the movies?)

[plutopools]

a little doodad to cheer me up

[lunaghost13]

Frank is me after creating my ocs 💀

[adultingpanda]

[lyriumsings]

my dragon age prediction is that non romanced lucanis will end up with bellara and there’s gonna be a lot of vitriolic hate towards her after send tweet

[crazywolf828]

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/F

Fandom: RWBY

Relationship: Blake Belladonna/Yang Xiao Long

Characters: Yang Xiao LongBlake BelladonnaKali BelladonnaGhira Belladonna

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Farm/Ranch, Beehaw, Horses, Fluff, Flirting, Light Angst, Minor Injuries, Gender Non-conforming Yang Xiao Long, packers, Strap-Ons, Eventual Smut, Past Abuse, Minor Whiterose, Blake is a huge flirt, Yang is so gay and useless

Summary:

They've known each other for a day, had maybe three conversations in total, but there was something there, like a magnet, an innate draw. Yang wonders if it's one sided, wonders if Blake can feel it too. "I like it. Definitely better than the apartment I was living in." She says, ignoring the odd feeling for now. If anything did come of this, it probably shouldn't be on the day she gets hired. There's an odd flick to blakes ear, an unreadable expression crossing her face, but it's gone as soon as it arrived. "Well, I'll leave you to get settled." There's a flash behind amber eyes, lips curling as she moves towards a window, "If you need anything my room is right there." Blake points to the large home, points to the room two stories up, a light still on inside. Yang can't help but chuckle, "What am I supposed to do? Throw pebbles at your window?" Blake's lips curl, a quiet laugh sounding out through the room, "I was thinking that I'd give you my number, but if you want to throw pebbles at my window in the dead of the night, who am I to stop you?" She makes her way towards the door, glancing back at a very stunned Yang "It's been a long day, get some rest Romeo."

[schlock-luster-video]

On October 27, 1988, The Rocky Horror Picture Show debuted in Hungary.

Here's some new Little Nell art to celebrate!

[lauras-happy-place]

I wrote a Paw Patrol fan episode where Arrby becomes friends with the pups!

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In the heart of Adventure Bay, the Paw Patrol pups were soaking up the sun on the sandy shores of their favorite beach. The waves rolled gently in, and laughter filled the air as they played their games. Marshall, the spirited Dalmatian with a penchant for firefighting, was building a particularly impressive sandcastle, using his firefighter's hat.

Meanwhile, Arrby, the scrappy Dachshund who was Sid the Pirate's loyal sidekick, sat at a distance, eyeing the fun-filled scene with a mixture of curiosity and longing. He had watched the Paw Patrol from afar for weeks, torn between his loyalty to Sid and his yearning for friendship.

One sunny day, he mustered the courage to approach the pups. With a hopeful gleam in his eye, he padded up to them and asked, "Hey, can I play with you guys? Just for today. Please don't tell Sid."

The pups paused their game, surprised by Arrby's unexpected request. Chase, the responsible and protective German Shepherd, exchanged cautious glances with his fellow pups.

Marshall, always eager to make friends, grinned warmly at Arrby. "Sure thing, Arrby! The more, the merrier!"

Arrby's tail wagged with excitement, and he joined the pups in their beach activities. Chase, Skye, Rocky, and the others observed the interaction closely, not entirely convinced of Arrby's intentions.

As the day unfolded, Arrby's enthusiasm was infectious. He participated in games of fetch, dug in the sand alongside Rocky, and even demonstrated his impressive agility by leaping into the waves with Skye. Slowly but surely, Arrby began to win over the Paw Patrol pups with his friendly demeanor.

Marshall, in particular, had taken a liking to Arrby. They built sandcastles together, shared jokes, and, most importantly, developed a strong bond of friendship. Marshall was the first to see past Arrby's past as a pirate's sidekick and recognize the pup's genuine desire for companionship.

But the other pups were not as quick to trust Arrby. Chase, ever vigilant, couldn't shake his concerns. "Marshall, are you sure about this? He's still friends with Sid the Pirate, after all."

Marshall, still working on their sandcastle, responded with a reassuring smile, "I think Arrby's trying to change, just like we help others change for the better."

The other pups exchanged uncertain glances but decided to give Arrby a chance—for Marshall's sake.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the beach, Marshall gathered his friends around him. "Hey, pups! What do you say we light up a bonfire and roast some marshmallows?"

The idea excited everyone, and they eagerly started gathering wood for the bonfire.

However, in their enthusiasm, Marshall accidentally dislodged a large branch, and perched atop it was a family of mischievous raccoons, who had made a cozy nest there. The branch now teetered dangerously on the edge of a cliff, threatening to plummet into the ocean below, taking the raccoon family and their nest with it.

Panic rippled through the group as they realized the gravity of the situation. The raccoons chattered in alarm, clinging desperately to the swaying branch, their nest precariously perched.

Chase: (worried) "We've got to stop it! We can't let the raccoons and their home fall!"

Marshall turned to Arrby, a glint of hope in his eyes. "Arrby, remember your pirate skills! Can you use your quick thinking to come up with a plan to save the raccoons?" Arrby used to come up with urgent plans due to their various quick escapes him and his pirate friend had to attend.

Arrby nodded and quickly assessed the situation. Drawing on his past experiences as a pirate pup, his eyes darted around, searching for a solution. He spotted a nearby length of rope and a couple of abandoned surfboards that had washed ashore.

"Skye, use your aviator goggles to scan for any potential hazards," Arrby commanded.

Skye complied, her goggles activated. She identified a loose boulder near the cliff's edge that posed a danger. "Rocky, we need your eco-friendly tools to secure that loose boulder!"

Rocky, with his recycling truck close by, rushed to secure the boulder, preventing any further danger.

Meanwhile, Zuma used his aquatic skills to navigate the treacherous waters below, ready to assist in case the branch did fall.

With the combined efforts of the pups, Arrby's quick thinking, and the secure boulder, they managed to counterbalance the branch and prevent the raccoon family and their nest from tumbling into the ocean depths.

As the branch stabilized, the raccoons let out relieved chitters and scurried back to their nest, safe and sound. They peeked over the edge of the branch, their tiny paws clutching the side, to watch as the Paw Patrol saved the day.

Marshall, feeling lighthearted after the successful rescue, attempted a celebratory dance but tripped over his own paws, tumbling head over heels onto the sand.

The raccoons, finding Marshall's clumsiness utterly amusing, let out a series of giggles and chatters. The pups couldn't help but join in the laughter, even Marshall himself.

Marshall: (grinning) "Oops! Guess I'll leave the dancing to you, Arrby!"

The other pups, their doubts now fully erased, cheered in unison, "Arrby! Arrby!"

Just then, Ryder's voice came through their pup tags. "Paw Patrol, there was a situation at the beach. I got weird, danger signals on my tablet. Is everyone alright? Pups, what's the status?"

Marshall, still brushing sand off his fur, replied, "Ryder, we had a little mishap with a branch and some raccoons, but Arrby and the team saved the day! Everyone's safe now."

Ryder commended them, "Great job, Paw Patrol! Remember, teamwork makes the dream work. Keep up the good work, and I'll be there if you need me."

Marshall beamed with pride. "See, guys? Arrby's a good pup, and he's changed."

Rocky, humbled by their misjudgment, stepped forward and apologized. "Arrby, we were wrong about you. You're a real hero."

Zuma chimed in with enthusiasm. "Yeah, dude, you're a lifesaver!"

Rubble, his appetite still intact, couldn't resist a lighter note. "Can we still roast those marshmallows, though?"

Laughter erupted as the pups gathered around the bonfire, their doubts and reservations replaced by friendship and gratitude. Arrby had not only saved the day but had also won the trust and acceptance of the Paw Patrol.

As the bonfire crackled and marshmallows sizzled, the Paw Patrol learned a valuable lesson that evening: that sometimes, giving someone a chance could lead to unexpected friendships and newfound heroes. In Adventure Bay, it was clear that everyone deserved the benefit of the doubt, just like Arrby had received from Marshall and the rest of the team. And as Arrby happily joined in the celebration, it was evident that he had finally found the friends he had always wanted in the Paw Patrol.

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If anyone is in the mood for making drawings for the story, I'd greatly appreciate it!!!!

[mushroomsandmandalas]

T&B Fans right now...

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

DON'T DREAM IT... MASH IT!

PIC INFO: Resolution at 1080x1350 – Spotlight on a Cher & Dr. Frank N. Furter (of "The Rocky Horror Picture Show") mashup piece, and part of the Six Fan Arts series “Divas & Fictional Characters” by Sveta Shubina, c. 2021

Source: www.pinterest.com/pin/390687336430504201 (mostly Pinterest).

[moonpiemoonshine]

Dog eat Dog world

A Rocky Balboa fan fiction

(I have no idea what I’m doing but I have a serious rocky hyper fixation right now and I wanna get it outta my system, but I hope your enjoy. I don’t own any characters besides my own)

It’s cold, breezy and overall unpleasant. Twenty-Eight year old Oliviana Esmé walks down the empty streets of Philly. Her fathers bread shop catching her attention making her stop. She looks through the window, not seeing much; a lonely dinning area and a small counter that laid unattended. The woman opens the door the faint chime ringing in her ears, she heads straight to the counter gliding her hands over the cash register. Using her foot she glided a wooden stool under herself and sat down quickly grabbing a small remote and turning on the tv in the high corner of the opposite wall. The faint sound of machinery clicking ever so steadily in the deep depth of the shop. The door behind her leading to the actual kitchen of the shop and past the kitchen is another door that leads to a basement. The tv flickered and to a drunken fool barley visible. Olivia stopped on a boxing match, not really know who was fighting. She enjoyed herself a nice boxing match; her father was a boxer in his day , known as Evan Esmé; had dreamed of having a boxer child of his own. He planned to have four kids hoping there could be at least some boys in that batch, but when he had Olivia, he had gotten in a match shortly after her birth and a injury he had gotten made it difficult to have any more children. This didn’t stop Evan, he trained Olivia as a boxer and joined a ring of small female boxer community but they weren’t taken seriously so Evan built a ring under his Bread shop to have matches.

Olivia spaces out watching the match and the sound of the door opening slightly spooks her. First she thinks it’s her dad but sees someone else. Rocky Balboa; a man she didn’t know how to feel about. Yes he was very attractive and his not so funny but kinda endearing jokes and his good heart were something to pine for, but her father hates his guts and his boxing was something to avoid even thinking about. Olivia respects her father whole heartedly but doesn’t mind disobeying a time or too.

“I see your watching the match” Rocky says walking up towards the counter. Olivia wants to look at him but can’t seem to handle it, soft blush planting itself on her face and turning her head away to keep it hidden. Her long black hair helping her mission of hiding her face. “There’s no need to get all shy, ya know” He chuckles slightly putting his weight into his arm leaning on the counter. Olivia slightly turns towards him with a small shy smile causing Rocky to get a satisfied smile on his face.

“I don’t got anything ready yet, sorry” Olivia says sounding genuinely sorry but the smile doesn’t fade from Rocky’s face. “I’m not here for no bread, I’m here for you.” This statement causes the smile on Olivia’s face to die instantly, this causes Rocky’s face to change too.

“I’m sorry I can’t. You know my dad doesn’t let me leave during work hours” the quick excuse leaves her lips but she knows this won’t convince the man in front of her. “Last time I checked you guys ain’t never busy unless it’s Sunday. And…. Last time I checked today is Friday so you should be all good to go” he replied with a confidence that wavered. His eyes begging for her to say yes. Olivia did not want to upset her father but she also wanted to give Rocky a chance. Olivia’s face shifted from thought to acceptance and a smile crept onto her face and before she could even say anything Rocky spoke up with a quick “Yess!” As he stands up straight and opened his arm up to wrap it around Olivia.

A small excited laugh leaves the two as Olivia leaves the stool and counter. She slinked her arm around his waist and the two leave the shop together. This action of leaving the shop to hangout with Rocky isn’t new but it’s kinda rare. Every time she did this her father worked her to heavy exhaustion in training. Olivia never told Rocky she was a fighter or that her father is a trainer, all Rocky knows is that her father doesn’t like the way he fights.  Rocky doesn’t even know Olivia’s actually watched some of his matches but Olivia is just too scared to get too attached to Rocky.

“Hey uh, I have a match here soon. I’m goin against Spider,Spider Rico. You should come watch me,I’d love your support” he nervously asked and the guilt hit Olivia before she even could respond. “Rocky, you know my father won’t let me watch the matches. Doesn’t want me around all those ‘wild men’” Olivia responded trying to turn the rejection into a joke but still feeling bad about it. “Well I’ll protect you from them. If ya didn’t know I’m a fighter” Rocky joked but seeming serious at the same time. Olivia wanted to laugh but she knew the response she’s about to give would’ve and probably still will make it awkward. “Rock, you know my father more or less means you” she looked away shamed to have hurt Rocky’s feelings

“Well uh, nots to be disrespectful or nothin but, you’re a big girl aren’t you. You’s lives on your own and make yous own decisions. Only thing your pops has on ya is ya job, but I think you talented enough to get any type job” Rocky says slowly coming to a stop keeping his eye contact on Olivia

“I know but my dads temper is short and he’s known to cut people off of his life. I don’t want him to cut me out” Olivia looks up at Rocky trying fake a confident composure.

“He’s ya father, he’d never cut yous out” Rocky exclaimed shocked

“He was married for twenty years and cut my mom out for staying too late a work. What’s stopping him from cutting out his daughter he’s known for twenty eight years” a sad laugh escapes her lips and Rocky stops and grabs her shoulders and says

“Yous a wonderful lady and I hope your pops never ever cuts you out. If he ever does… I’ll be here to takes cares of yous” he said softy and Olivia smiles and they continue walking.

The two walk out to the docks, talking about this and that. All seems to be going good, some lingering gazes here and there, light hand holding. They stopped themselves at a railing and were standing closely together and slowly leaning in closer. Before anything could happen a black car quickly pulls in close to them, Olivia’s face falling fast. She pushes Rocky away from her and panic sets in.

“Sorry Rocky it’s my dad. I’ll see you later, bye” she says quickly and gets in the passenger seat of the car and it quickly pulls out. Olivia hangs her head low hands quickly in her lap. A quick but hard slap hits her head and she takes it.

“You’re late. I paid good money for you to get this fight and your whoring around with a good for nothing half wit.” Her father spits not even looking at her

“I know, I thought I had time” Olivia meakly replied

“Well you didn’t! I’ll tell you when you have time” he yelled and pulled next to the bread shop. A outside stairwell goes down to the basement and Olivia runs down the steps and reaches the ring. She sees another woman and her coach warming up so Olivia runs to her locker room and changes into her black padded sports bra and maroon boxing shorts. Right when she finished up getting dressed her father busts in and starts wrapping her hands and another man walks in and puts up her hair up.

She puts her black gloves in and walks out to the rings and steps onto the Matt, she heads to her corner and squats towards the ropes. Her dad and his friend is standing on each side of the corner. Her dad grabs her hair and yanks her closer to him.

“You win this, your fighting a little man twink next month” he whispers and puts the mouth hard in her mouth. Olivia nodded and sat up faced her appointment.

After a few rounds Olivia knocked her opponent and left the ring. Back into her regular clothes her dad waits for her outside the locker and when she appears he harshly grabs her by the shoulder.

“Good job Oli, your ready for a guy now. I know it’s not regulated by I honestly don’t give a flying shit. You can knock down any two tit bitch you want. I want a real challenge for my girl” he says guiding her up the stairs. Olivia doesn’t know how to respond so just accepts it. “And I will double down on your training for this. No more shifts at the shop. And no more dumb shit Rocky” his daughter just continued to nods and grabs her bag and leaves.

Olivia heads to her small apartment and pets her small Doberman on the small couch near the front of the room. She showers and gets in her comfy clothes and chills on the couch with her dog ( Levi) and watches tv but then hears a knock on her door. She knows it’s Rocky but he can’t see the bruises on her face, he won’t be live her that she box’s. He’s gonna think her father did this. She gets up and barley opens the door.

“I can’t Rocky, I’m tired and not feeling well. To much time around the bread maker today” she said trying to sound tired.

“Oh no, yous want me to take care of ya, I can do anything. Even hang with just Levi, make sure your old man doesn’t bother you tonight” he says and it makes Olivia’s heart melt.

“I’m fine Rocky. Have a good night” Olivia closed the door and heard Rocky faintly wish her a good night as well. This caused Olivia to turn off the tv and lights to let the message be known that she’s going to bed to Rocky. She walks up the four steps to the small second level and lays in her bed, Levi closely following.

A few days go past and Olivia is healed up at least in the face and she meets up with Rocky outside the gym. She gives him a big hug and and hugs her just as passionate.

“I haven’t seen yous in a while” Rocky said as they pulled away from the hug.

“Sorry, been busy Levi wasn’t doing too good and I wanted to make sure he wasn’t left alone” She replied

“I would’ve came over and helps yous. I love Levi too” he chuckles and gives her his award winning smile.

“I know. Just didn’t wanna bother you” she smiles back. “You and your match deserve more attention than me and a little sick puppy”

“Nah, I’d spend all the time in the world with you, sick puppy included” Rocky slowly leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her lips.

Olivia indulged in the kiss then quickly remembered she was in public and doesn’t want anyone to tell her father. So she softly pulled away.

“Well speaking of that fight, it’s tonight if yous wanna watch” he offers and Olivia so caught up in the previous kiss wants to say yes, and doesn’t wanna say no to him after not being able to see him all week.

“I’ll watch. I promise” This statement brightens Rocky’s face up ten fold and he doesn’t even respond. He grabs her face and kisses her harder than before. She laughs in shock and kisses him back but tries to lead him in the alley way of the building so no one sees her.

That night she goes down to where the fight happening and stays in the shadows near the edges of the room. She sees the fight go down and cringes at the roaring voices calling Rocky a bum. After the match ends before Rocky can leave Olivia props up her hood and slithers her way to the sides of the ring and reaches her hand out and touches Rocky’s leg.

“Nice show stud” a cheeky smirk lays on her face and a tired smile crosses on Rocky’s face but before he could respond Rocky was ushered out of the ring to change.

Olivia waits outside for Rocky still with her hood on and once Rocky walked out she let out a quiet excited squeal and came up to him and gave him a light hug. “It was amazing to finally watch you fight” she says even though she has seen and heard his fights plenty of times, but it was under her fathers orders on what she shouldn’t do.

“It was amazing knowing yous were there” he said picking up her hand and leaving a small kiss on her knuckles.

The two spent the rest of the night together, Olivia took Rocky back to her place for dinner. He sits at the small bar watching Olivia cook him a nice spaghetti.

“It’s nothing special, but it’s easy. I don’t wanna disappoint you with my cooking skills” Olivia giggles while looking at him watch her cook.

“I’ve seen you cook real fancy dishes with the basic stuff before, when it comes to cookin you’d never disappoint. You never disappoint with anythin” Rocky says lovingly.

“Rocky your too much” Olivia says finishing up the food and plating it for the two of them. She gives Rocky his plate and he gives her a thank you kiss.

After dinner the two cuddle up in her bed, Olivia cuddled into Rocky’s chest and her leg over his. Rocky rests his hand on her thigh and he noticed a bruise on her side cause her tank top was raising up.

“What happened to yous?” He questioned lightly brushing his thumb over her bruise emphasizing what he was asking.

“Ran into the bread machine, wasn’t paying good attention to where I was going. I swear it’s fine” Olivia reassured knowing it was lie, knowing it was from her fight.

“You’ve been tired and dazed recently. I don’t think yous should be working with those machines” worry drips from his voice and Olivia cuddles further into his chest with a small sigh.

“You don’t have to worry about that anymore, dad noticed it too so I’m not working the shop no more. He’s giving me the next month off and pay for this month” Olivia states closing her eyes

“That’s good. Sees I told yous ya dad cares. ” Rocky says with a small chuckle and a small laugh escapes Olivia.

“Yea. I guess those eight additional years really helped me out” She replied and a giant laugh leaves Rocky.

Olivia cranes her head up and faces Rocky and gives him a gentle smile and gives him a light kiss and when she pulls away the two lock eyes and she says

“Night stud, good job today” she smiled when Rocky replied with a good night as well and they shared one last kiss and the two went to bed.

Olivia has been non stop training for her match, and Rocky had been chosen to fight the heavy weight champion Apollo Creed so he had been seriously training too. He’s been staying at Olivia’s apartment since he felt more at ease with her, and even took Levi out on his runs with him. Rocky has been wanting Olivia to come and watch him train but she jsut couldn’t with her heavy training she was being put under. She had been getting home later than usual and more exhausted than normal. She’s kinda lost track of time and some things and Rocky has been really worried about her, but she’s been worried about Rocky himself. The day of her match she had promised Rocky she’d make dinner for the two and they’d have a nice day off but she completely forgot about her match when she has said that. So that night when Rocky sat there waiting he worried. He stormed out of the apartment and wanted to talk to her father one of for all.

Olivia stands in her corner. Hair up and gloves on. She waits for the ref to get on the canvas. She hears the shouting of the smallish crowd. The man across from her built but not big. Fear creeps into her. Visibly shaking, but her father smacks her calf signaling for her to stop. Trying her best to calm her nerves she looks on. The fight starts and she takes heavy blows left and right, making her hit the canvas before the end of the first round. Her father yelling for her to get up. She shoots up and fights with him more.

Rocky goes to the shop but it isn’t open but he hears the yelling from the crowd form the outside stairwell. He follows the sound and walks down. He emerges into the basement and sees the fight going on. His soul is rocked when he sees Olivia fighting a MAN. He rushes to the side of the ring to get a better look. Rocky arrived around the third round and Olivia doesn’t look good at all. She’s a walking pile of roadkill.

Olivia quick on her feet lands a left jab to his ribs and he keels down and she right hooks him in the jaw followed by a left hook. The man hits the ground and the count starts. Olivia wobbles and holds her breath to stand up and once the word ten leaves the refs mouth the crowd goes wild. Olivia let’s put a breaths and tears leave her eyes. She practically falls on the ropes and her father gets on the mat and pats her hard on the shoulder and holds up her arm in victory. He guided her out of the ring and carried her off to the locker room.

“Olivia! Olivia! Is she all right!?” He yelled through the crowd and then pushes through it to her father.

“Get outta here Rocky, she don’t need you” her dad snapped at him.

“How could you do this to her! She could die!” Rocky shouted in worry

“No she won’t. I’ve had her training day and night for this one fight. Now that she won this she’ll win another. Now get lost bum” her father snapped and brought her into he locker room.

One of her fathers female friends helped shower Olivia off and she got dressed and hobbled up the stairs and she saw Rocky and wanted to break down.

“Look Rocky-“

“How could you do this, how could you not tell me. Yous could have died. I could have lost yous” Rocky cuts her off and holds her face in his hands.

“My dad, he made me. I boxed heavy weight girls for the first half of this year. My dad he, said I was ready to fight a guy. A lightweight” Olivia responded tears flowing from her face.

“Your pops obviously doesn’t knows what’s he doin. You need to know when it’s time to stop.” Rocky’s voice shaking tears threatening to fall from his eyes.

“I’m sorry Rocky” Olivia sobbed. She buried her face his chest and cried.

Rocky picked Olivia up and carried her to her apartment. He lightly dropped her down into the bed. He snuggled himself besides her and rubbed her arms. He could feel the sore spots and the swelling that came from the the blows she had to endure. Rocky stays awake thinking Olivia fell asleep.

“I won’t do it anymore. I don’t wanna lose you. I don’t wanna worry you. If my father leaves he leaves. He didn’t care if I died today so what’s the point.” Olivia mumbled into her pillow and Rocky holds her closer.

“I don’t wants ya to end it with your pops, I just want yous to be safe.” He says into her hair. Leaving a light kiss on the back of her neck.

“I’m done fighting. I wanna stay with you” Olivia says turning to face Rocky with a hiss of pain.

“I’ll do the fightin for us” Rocky says to Olivia stroking her hair back and giving her a light kiss. “Goodnight, me and Levi will be back to take care of you in the morning”

“Okay, night stud” she said with a small smile and fell asleep.

The next morning Olivia feels like she can’t move, her whole body is sore. She hasn’t been able to sleep in like this in a while. She enjoys the softness of the bed but relies that Rocky and mostly likes Levi too are gone on a run. Olivia closes her eyes ready to fall back asleep but a loud banging on the door wakes her. She knows it’s not Rocky. She panics knowing it’s most likely her dad. She covers herself with her blanket and hoping he’d go away but the sounds of her dad bursting through the door shouting her names scares her. He storms up the stairs and opens the door and rips the blanket off of her.

“The hell are you doing in bed still! You have training!” He shouts grabbing her hair and yanking her out of bed. Her body screaming at her for even getting up.

“I can’t! I’m done dad!” She screamed in pain dragging her down the stairs tears flowing down her face. The shock of the stairs hitting her legs making her body feel like it’s on fire.

“I tell you when you’re done!” He shouts and gets her close to the door but Rocky storms in shouting at her dad.

Rocky pushes her father but his grip was firm in her hair. Olivia crying and trying to gets his hands off her. Two two men arguing and Rocky pissed beyond anything. He pushes Olivia’s father again and his grip leaves her hair and the two men continue to argue.

“She’s done! She almost died! She is not going back in that ring!” Rocky shouts and gets closer to her father.

“She’s don’t when I say she’s done! Her hanging around with you is making her weak! She’s never think of quitting but you put these pussy ideas into her head!” He responds getting closer to Rocky. The two look like they are gonna fight. Rocky looks like he’s gonna blow and he looks like he’s gonna throw a punch and her fathers says “you’re not gonna punch her father now are you?” He taunted

“But I’m gonna punch my own father” Olivia said making him flip his attention to Olivia and she is barley standing and throws a hard punch to his face and he fumbles back into Rocky’s arms. Olivia falls to her knees and Rocky basically dragged him out of the house and tossed him onto the sidewalk outside.

“She’s done! I don’t ever wanna see your face near her! Rocky shouts and slammed the door. Quickly he got down and picked Olivia up and placed her on the couch. He was in tears stroking her hair.

“I’m sorry Rocky” Olivia said in a shaky voice.

“No, no yous done nothing. Don’t worry, I’ll take good cares if ya” Rocky said in a hushed tone and kissed her forehead.

(Stay tuned for part two 😌)

[nomercyfanfic]

Chapter 43: Fuck You!

Justice

I didn't know what time it was and I started feeling super dizzy. I stumbled into an empty bedroom on the yacht and sat on the bed putting my hands on my head. I looked out of the window and saw that the boat was docked but I still heard music and people in the distance. I wasn't a pro at drinking, but I knew I wasn't a light weight either and I knew I didn't drink that much. And I only smoked what I rolled so I had no clue as to why I was feeling the way I was feeling.

"There you are." I heard a male voice say and footsteps coming towards me. I'd laid back on the bed and closed my eyes hoping whatever was happening to me would pass. I thought the person who had entered the room was Alex so he could help me but I opened my eyes slightly and saw Alex friend Chase or Chance or whatever his name was standing above me with a silly grin on his face. He'd been making passes at me all night behind Alex back but I brushed him off continuously.

"Where is Alex, can you get him for me?" I asked.

"I think he's busy but I can help you with whatever you need." He sat on the bed next to me and placed his hand on my thigh.

"I don't need help, I need Alex." His hand started creeping slowly up my leg and under my dress. I pushed his hand off of me and he grabbed my wrist and held my arm above my head leaning down towards me.

"I don't know where he is but I'm here for you baby." He kissed my cheek then my neck and I began to start putting two and two together about what was happening. This asshole had clearly slipped something into my drink and had been lurking around me waiting for it to kick in. Had he not drugged me I would for sure be kicking his ass for putting his hands and his crusty lips on me. I tried my hardest to push him off of me but he just laughed and continued.

"Stop!" I told him as he let my arm go to lift my dress. I kicked my leg hoping I could get him off of me and while I managed to get him off of me for a couple of seconds he just came right back.

"You're a feisty one I like that." He managed to get a grip on my panties and I didn't care how drugged up I was, I was not about to let this go down. I franticly looked around for something, anything I could use as a weapon. I looked to my right and saw there was some sort of statue thing on the bedside table and instinctively reached out for it. He was too busy looking at my body to notice that I had the statue in my grasp and mustered up all the strength I could and swung it at him aiming for his temple.

Mercy

"Baby she's okay I promise." Rocky said as he stood behind me wrapping his arms around my waist. I'd tried to call her three times and she didn't answer and I was worrying more than I had been earlier. Even though I could see the yacht docked in the distance from our hotel room I couldn't shake the feeling that she needed her big sisters help.

"She hasn't answered in hours and its getting late." I responded as I looked out of the window at the yacht wishing I could actually see what was going on.

"She's a teenager on vacation partying with other teenagers. You know what you were like at her age. Sneaking in the house at three or four in the morning." I sighed and prayed Rocky was right. "I know after everything that happened you can't help but be overprotective but were miles and miles away from home and all of that is behind us now."

"You're right. I'm just over thinking." I turned around facing him and kissed his lips. "Why don't you help me think of something else and get my mind off of it." He looked down at me and grinned as he slid both hands down to my ass gripping it tightly.

"Now that I can do." He kissed all over my neck and picked me up wrapping my legs around his waist before carrying me over to the bed. He dropped me down on my back and climbed on top of me kissing me deeply as his hands explored my body. Then there was an unexpected knock on the door. I sighed. "I got it baby." Rocky got up and looked through the peephole on the door before opening it. I was hoping it was Justice but instead it was King.

"What's up, what y'all up to in here?" I sat up and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Oh nothing, just chilling. Trying to figure out what we're gonna do tomorrow. How was the golf course?"

"It was okay, definitely been to better but it wasn't the worst. Where's your sister? I knocked on her door and called her and didn't get an answer. I thought she might have been in here with you guys."

"Well she made some friends and was invited to a yacht party so she's been out partying with kids her own age for once." My dad looked at me with a raised brow. He was even more over protective than I was and I couldn't let it slip that I was worried or else he would have went on that yacht guns blazing. Even if there really wasn't anything to worry about.

"And you let her go alone."

"Dad she doesn't want her big sister following her around everywhere. She didn't have any freedom before she came to live with us and has hardly had any after because of all the drama we pulled her into. She just wants to be a teenager dad so I had to let her be. And I can see the yacht she's on from here." I told him pointing out of the window. "She hasn't been with us long but I know she's one of us, she's fine."

"Okay, well just let me know when she gets in."

"I got you."

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Justice

"You fucking bitch!" Chace touched his face and blood leaked down staining his cream linen shirt and I gathered all the strength I could to stand up. I kept the statue within my grasp and swung it at him again as he tried to rush me but he was able to duck this time. He came at me again I threw the statue in his face causing him to fall backwards. The statue thumped onto the floor and he fell into a vase causing it to shatter.

"Fuck you!" I yelled at him before falling back onto the bed wishing I had the strength to beat the shit out of this ugly mother fucker. He pushed himself up off of the floor and approached the bed towering over me and I started kicking my legs as this asshole was still trying to get his hands on my panties. "Get off!!"

"What the fuck?!" I heard another voice enter the room and looked over to see Jordan.

"Help me!" I said to him and Jordan rushed Chase and started beating the shit out of him like I wanted to. Then more people came standing at the threshold of the room watching the fight. I scooted back on the bed moving away from the fight and a few tears escaped my eyes relieved that someone had come to my rescue before he was able to get any further.

"Jordan stop!" A girl yelled running into the room and pulled him off of Chase. Jordan finally stopped pummeling him leaving him a battered mess on the floor no longer trying to attack anyone. "What the fuck is wrong with you?!" The girl yelled at him.

"He was trying to rape her!" Jordan angrily yelled in the girls face. The girl looked over at me and her expression changed as she saw me on the bed crying hugging my knees to my chest.

"Rape who?!" I finally heard Alex's voice as he pushed passed the crowd that gathered entering the room. His eyes met mine and he immediately rushed over to me pulling me into his arms. "Jus, are you okay?" He wiped my tears and I shook my head.

"I think he slipped me something. My head is still spinning and I can't stand up straight. I know I didn't drink that much." I told him.

"Jo get him the fuck off of my yacht now! And the rest of you all can clear out of here." Alex shouted angrily. Jordan snatched up Chase and escorted him out and the crowd that had gathered dispersed leaving Alex and I in the room alone. "Justice I'm so sorry this happened to you." He held me rubbing my back as I cried on his shoulder.

"It's not your fault your friend is an asshole." I sniffled and wiped my eyes trying to stop crying now that I was safe.

"Trust me, he's no longer a friend of mine, and when we get back home he will definitely be dealt with. How are you feeling?"

"Just really dizzy, like I'm super drunk, but I know I didn't drink that much. Whatever he gave me had to have been in the last drink I had and I didn't drink much of it."

"Do you want me to take you to the ER?"

"No, I think I'll be okay. If I start to feel worse then maybe but I'm fine for now." If I went to the ER dad and Mercy would most definitely find out what happened and I don't want either of them to catch a murder charge over seas. If we were home maybe I wouldn't mind but none of us knew the laws over here nor did we have any connects to cover it up, they would go down for sure. Just then Abby appeared in the doorway holding a bottle of water and a bottle of juice.

"Is she okay?" She asked sympathetically. I looked up at her and nodded my head.

"I will be." Abby walked in and sat with us on the bed extending the water and the juice to me. I took the juice from her and opened it taking a sip. "Thank you."

"I'm so sorry Jus. I feel so bad this happened to you at our party. We were all supposed to be having a good time and this bullshit happens. He's gonna get fucked up when we get back home for sure."

"I can't let my sister or dad find out, they'll kill him."

"Well maybe that's what he needs a good hood ass whooping." Alex said not realizing I meant literally killing him.

"No they will really kill him. Like literal murder. And they won't wait 'til we get back to the states to do it. They've killed for less and I don't need them getting in trouble so far from home. They could get away with it in New York maybe but I don't think they could here." The room fell silent momentarily.

"So what do you want to do?" Alex said finally breaking the silence.

"I just want to go up to the room and go to sleep."

"I'll go with you."

"Actually I think it would be better if you both did. I have to check in with my sister first and she would definitely side eye Alex bringing me back to the room seemingly drunk as fuck. Abby being there would be a lot less suspicious in her eyes."

"Whatever you want love." Abby responded. "We're ready whenever you are."

[lunaghost13]

Realizing that Rocky Horror gave me a second sapphic awakening 💖😳🌈

[abigailmoment]

It wasn't just bad luck that Staeve was targeted. It was a calculated attack. Halsin knew well enough how a caster could examine their enemies for tells. Halsin did it himself. Considered an opponent's tactics, and guessed at the places their mind would be most vulnerable.

You didn't have to be a gifted empath to watch how Staeve hurled himself into the thick of combat, right at the biggest bandit wielding the two-handed great sword, and think that the man might be vulnerable to a spell that exploited wisdom.

The fact that it took down Astarion too, well, perhaps that one was just bad luck.

It happened like this:

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This is written about @velnna's Tav, Staeve. I was delighted to discover that they don't mind fan fiction being written about him.

I'm always cautious about writing for other people's OCs--getting voices right is so important to me. I have elegantly avoided that issue here.

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The fight was an incidental bit of banditry. Dangerous banditry, certainly. Bandits with  great swords, supported by wizards. Halsin hung back with Gale while the two rogues dashed forward to give truth to the old adage that the best defense was killing the other fellow extremely quickly. 

They cut down the man with the great sword and the woman with the mace and shield. Reinforcements were coming from around a rocky overhang. Halsin coaxed the earth to throw up entangling vines to slow them down. Gale drenched them with glimmering light that illuminated all their vulnerable points for Astarion and Staeve to shoot at.

Only the half-orc made it through the vines and the light. He was bloodied and wrathful. He was huge, but it was two against one, and the two were flanking with each other. It would have been an easy end to the combat, except that apparently there was a bandit wizard hidden somewhere in the trees who chose this moment to cast a spell. 

One second Staeve was a blood spattered half-drow sprinting full-tilt, sword out, towards a fighter twice his size. And then he was gone.

Some sort of teleportation? Banishment? Gale was saying something about trajectory and scanning the treeline. Halsin was yelling, he wasn't sure what, the concern was more important than the words. He started running forward. Because two rogues against a barbarian was fine, but one rogue against a barbarian was an extremely fast way for that rogue to die.

And Astarion knew that so he should be running away. But he wasn't running away. He was darting forward and ducking low and almost getting hit by a greataxe as he snatched something off of the ground. 

Then he was running, thank the Gods. There was something cradled in his arms, which meant he didn't have his rapier out as he scrambled back.

It was a cat. Halsin saw. They were ten feet away from each other when Halsin realized that Astarion was carrying a large, extremely upset tabby cat with grey-green fur.

That was when Astarion vanished. No. Not vanished. As the tabby tumbled to the ground, something small and white was already there, darting for cover. 

Then the half-orc arrived. Bellowing and huge, at least when compared to cats. Not quite as huge when compared to Halsin. 

Halsin decided to turn into a bear. It was amazing how many problems you could solve by turning into a bear. 

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"I am feeling my oversight in not preparing dispel magic today," said Gale. "Or counterspell."

"This is not a situation we could have anticipated," Halsin said.

Staeve contributed to the conversation, but because of present circumstances, it came out as a meow.

He was large for a cat. His fur was pale brown, tabby-striped with green. His stripes crisscrossed in a way that reminded Halsin of his tattoos. His scar was a fur-less groove in his face. He had the same pale green eyes as always. That color was quite appropriate in a cat.

He meowed again, more insistently this time.

"We will," Halsin assured him. 

"You're speaking with him?" Gale asked. 

"Not magically," Halsin said. It had been a long day and he had barely anything left to cast with. "But I think I understand him."

"Do you?"

"Think a moment and I am confident that you too will guess what he wants from us."

It did only take a moment. Gale was an intelligent man, when prompted. And they'd all seen the small white cat vanish into the woods during the bear-orc fight.

"Ah. Of course." Gale addressed the cat, voice reassuring. "Astarion should be relatively safe though. Polymorph is temporary and even if something did happen to him in the interim, he would just revert to his natural form."

Staeve's whiskers went back and his ears went flat in a thoroughly unimpressed way. 

"I think it would be best to find him and make sure nothing happens," Halsin said with mellow diplomacy. 

"Of course." Gale paused, then said delicately: "Given my skill in woodland matters, or lack thereof, I may best serve this cause by getting out of the way."

Halsin smiled. "It is a wise man who knows his limitations."

"I'll meet you all back at camp then?" said Gale.

"Take a potion of invisibility for the trip," Halsin suggested. "There might still be bandits about."

Staeve had gotten impatient with them, and was padding off into the forest. Halsin handed Gale the potion and hastened to follow.

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Staeve scampered about the forest like he was looting the place. No hole, hollow log, wasp nest, or brown recluse spider-web was left uninvestigated. The loss of seventy five percent of his gray matter had done the man's already flagging survival instincts no favors. Halsin spent half of his attention looking for signs of a small white cat, and half of his time making sure Staeve's efforts at tracking didn't get him killed.

After being only a hairsbreadth quick enough to pull Staeve away from the entrance to a dire-badger-burrow Halsin decided that his partner was now going to be carried. Staeve made a meowling, writhing objection. He was terribly invested in the search. A compromise was reached when he was offered a perch high on Halsin's broad shoulders. Staeve proceeded to clamber from shoulder to shoulder as Halsin walked, ears always forward and alert, eyes bright, head turning this way and that as he scanned the woods.

Small cats with stealth training were not easy things to track through dense forest. Halsin did end up using his last spell slot to cast speak with animals. The local mice and voles always noticed when predators passed, even small ones. Halsin spoke to them while keeping one hand on Staeve, who watched the tiny creatures with bright, newly interested eyes.

Halsin of course spoke with Staeve as well, but it wasn't quite the same. Talking to a person who had been transformed into an animal was not the same as talking to that person. Shape changed you. How you saw things. How you thought. The mind of a cat was a fraction of the size of that of an elf or half-elf. Thinking with it was different. The change was easiest for druids. It was hardest for the cursed, who did not choose the new shape. Who were surprised by it.

He spoke to Staeve and learned things he had already known from observation. He reassured Staeve that the mice had given useful guidance.

That guidance led them north, then west, and then to a long hollow log, moss covered and broken in two places. A good hiding spot, and the sort of shelter that had a lot of escape routes. Staeve jumped off of Halsin's shoulder as the druid knelt down and they both peered inside.

In the darkness, Halsin could just make out a pair of ruby-bright eyes staring warily back at him. 

Beside him, Halsin watched Staeve relax for the first time since becoming a cat. He wasn't actually as large as Halsin had first thought--it was just that his hackles had been up and his tail puffed out for the duration of the transformation.

It could be a painful thing indeed, to have one's heart so completely entwined with another's safety. A deeply worthwhile thing, but a painful thing, sometimes. 

Halsin made a deferring motion to Staeve, who nodded in a rather un-catlike like way. Halsin stepped back from the log, moving slowly so as not to startle anything. He shifted a few feet away and sat close enough to watch, but far away enough that his looming size wasn't an ominous thing.

Staeve didn't go inside the hollow log. He sat at the entrance. Lay down at the entrance, body long and casual, head up on the lip of the log so he could keep looking inside. Modeling relaxation.

He started to purr. Halsin could hear him purring even from a few feet away. A loud, constant, soothing rumble. It somehow did not surprise Halsin that Staeve had a loud purr.

And then Staeve waited. Patient as anything. Waiting and watching and purring in a low buzz, as steadily as a beehive.

Halsin could not see inside the log, but he could guess at when Astarion moved because Staeve's ears would flick. Staeve had a fine poker face, but everyone had tells. 

Something happened, or occurred to him, that made Staeve raise his head and sit up slightly from his sprawl on the ground. Then he stood up entirely. He gave Halsin a significant look, and trotted off into the underbrush. 

Conscious that he had just been assigned new responsibility, Halsin shifted so that he had a good view of the log's entrances and everything around it. There wasn't much danger, Halsin’s presence in general kept most predators away from this space. But still.

During his vigil, Halsin saw the glimmer of red cat-eyes once. And only briefly. 

Staeve came back soon. He had a dead vole in his mouth and he looked exceptionally pleased with himself. He dropped the vole at the mouth of the log, took a few pawpads back and watched expectantly.

It took another long minute, but after that minute a small white cat crept out of the darkness.

This should surprise no one, but Astarion was a beautiful cat. Slender and graceful with large eyes. His fur was pure, silvery white and just long enough to curl slightly. He moved with a cautious precision that Halsin recognized as his habit, and that deeply suited his new form. 

He sniffed at the vole. He shot Staeve a judgmental look, because Gods forbid the man accept any kindness without prevaricating about it in some way. He glanced at Halsin. And then he leaned down to slide exceptionally long canines into the corpse's chest.

Staeve flopped down about a foot away and watched him with an expression of pleased devotion that would honestly be a bit more appropriate on a dog.

Astarion ate fastidiously, and without getting even a blot of blood on his snow-white fur. When he finished he licked his teeth.

When Staeve was quite sure Astarion was done eating, he sidled up slantwise, sauntering around the vole corpse as if he just casually happened to be taking a stroll in this part of the forest for no particular reason. He stopped just short of Astarion. His ears were forward. His tail flicked lightly from side to side. 

Astarion regarded him levelly with his 'I know what you're doing and I know you think you're being clever about it but you're not' expression. Then, as if granting a boon, he deigned to rub his forehead gently against the underside of Staeve's chin.

Staeve took this as the invitation that it was and pressed back, much more enthusiastic and honest in his delight at the contact. Which in turn gave Astarion an excuse and space to do what he wanted and enjoy it.

They were always very dear to watch together. Whatever form they took. In about a minute they were curled over each other on the ground and Staeve was industriously grooming Astarion's head.

Halsin let this go on for as long as he could. But the shadows were lengthening, and they were very close to the Shadowlands, and he was out of spell slots, and the rogues were currently housecats.

"It is getting late, dear ones," he said softly. 

Astarion twitched at the interruption, and Staeve licked him three times along the neck and chest in a soothing way. Then they disentangled from each other and padded over to Halsin.

Halsin picked up Staeve, but he knelt down and laid his arm on the ground so that Astarion could climb up and find what perch he wanted by himself. They did both end up in his arms. Staeve was tired and quite ready to be carried, and Astarion didn't want to be out of contact with him.

As Halsin walked through the woods with an armfull of cat, Staeve started to purr again. It was really the most marvelous sound. A soothing distillation of satisfaction and care. Almost enough to tempt one away from being a bear.

Astarion did not purr. Some cats didn't. Or purred only very rarely. But Astarion did, at one point, look up at Halsin and blink his bright red eyes very slowly. 

And that was a precious thing.

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[pantherxrogers]

hey! could you write a san version of the sugar daddy/boyfriend smut👀

one-shot: sugar daddy!san x fem!reader ⋆。°  ✮   ⁺

⭐️ pairing: sugar daddy!san (+ boxer!san) x fem!reader

⭐️ warnings: smut (18+ only), explicit language, oral (f receiving), dry humping, swearing, gentle dom!san, slightly sub!reader, crybaby!reader (but they're happy tears), incorrect boxing terminology (boxer!san is just sexy lmao i know nothing about boxing), pet names galore, spit as lube, super fluffy too

also...pee after sex!!

⭐️ summary: sugar daddy!san comes home from Europe with a special gift for his spoiled girl. she's a little bit of a crybaby, but he knows how to remedy that. he may be a boxing world champion but he's devoted on making the reader feel like the winner 😼

⭐️ a/n: lmao, i got carried away writing this one because San is my bias. it's definitely longer than Mingi and Yunho, so i'm calling it a one-shot.

i re-watched the bouncy music video recently, so i had the idea to combine sugar daddy!san with Boxer!san. and also non!idol san. it's a trope salad LMAO. enjoy! 🫶🏾 thank you for the request darling! <3

my masterlist (you can find the mingi and yunho versions here!)

This is a work of fiction and is not meant to represent real events or the actual personalities of any K-pop idols mentioned. All characters and situations are purely imaginary. This story is created for entertainment purposes only, and no harm or disrespect is intended toward the idols or their fans. Enjoy!

"Good job, baby!" You squeal, rushing towards San as soon as he steps into your shared penthouse.

"Thank you, pretty girl," your boyfriend mumbles, weighed down by jet lag, but already feeling lighter in your presence.

"So proud of my undisputed champion! I wish I could've been there," you coo, basking in the feel of him.

"Me too, baby," he confesses, finally content in your arms. It's always nice to win, but nothing beats his greatest treasure. You.

Standing on your tippy toes, you press a firm kiss to his lips. He meets you with a hunger. San traces his tongue along your plump bottom lip, asking for entry. When he delves into your mouth, you can't help the little moan that slips out. The sound makes San's pants feel tighter.

Your heart's beating faster now, and you melt into your boyfriend's warmth. The thin, silky nightie barely covers anything. A warm chill goes down your spine when your nipples brush against San's firm chest. As you lift your leg to drape around his waist, you notice his arms are locked behind his back.

"Ummm…" you trail off, breaking the kiss to ask for an explanation. This is your first moment to really get a good look at him, which doesn't help the wetness gathering in your thong.

He's smirking at you, and he's just so sexy. The chandelier lighting of the foyer reflects from his thin, gold chain. You notice that he's dressed comfortably, likely still wearing whatever he wore on the private jet to get home.

He's wearing his own merch, Choi San (K-Rocky) World Champion printed across the front of the gray hoodie. It makes you beam with pride every time you see it. Trailing your eyes down, you're met with his matching sweatpants and growing bulge. More pride surges in your chest, happy to know he missed you as much as you missed him. As a result, a girlish giggle slips through your lips.

"Something funny, pretty girl?" he chides, playfully raising an eyebrow at you.

"Is there something in your pocket or are you just excited to see me?" you grin, loving the ways his eyes light up at your cheesy joke. He crowds your space again, smiling down at you before he whispers in your ear.

"Well, I'm definitely excited to see my baby, but I also have a little surprise for her," he grumbles, sending warmth to your lower belly. He steps back again, arms still locked behind his back.

You're fighting back a smile, remembering the promise he made before leaving to reclaim his title.

"Close your eyes, sweet girl," he murmurs. You can't see him, but he smirks again, cock stirring in his pants at your obedience.

"Are you ready?" he teases, chuckling softly at the furrow in your brow. He can't ignore how cute you get when you're feeling bratty.

"Sannieeeee, c'mon," you whine, growing more impatient by the second.

He feels like a pervert the way his eyes lock on your full breasts, biting his lip when they sway in tandem with your little tantrum. He thinks about how they'll feel in his mouth when he gets you underneath him.

"Stop staring at my tits and let me have my gift!" you growl, knowing how spoiled you sound but you've lost the ability to care.

"Hey, be a good girl," he commands, the serious tone in his voice putting an abrupt stop to your antics.

" 'm sorry, sir," you whisper breathily, clit throbbing at the way he effortlessly switches into his dominant side.

San heart aches a little bit when he looks at you. He knows you love playing rough, but he doesn't have it in him to torment you any longer.

" 's okay baby, open your eyes for me," he coos. He nearly jumps back at the shriek you let out.

"Ah! I knew it!" you cry out, reaching forward to snatch the Hermes bag out of his hands. Reaching inside, you almost burst into tears when you feel the handbag of your dreams.

"Sannie," you whimper, looking up at him with teary eyes. He's on you before you can continue, wrapping his strong arms around you.

"Don't cry, baby," he begs softly, unable to watch you cry, even if they're happy tears.

"I can't help it," you sniffle, "I'm so grateful for you," the words are muffled against his chest, you find it hard to continue opening the bag.

"I couldn't do any of this without my baby. This is the least I could do," he answers honestly, pulling your soft body away from his to look into your eyes.

"I love you more than anything." You tear up again at the sincerity in his eyes.

"I love you too," you whimper, trying to stop the tears that flow down your cheeks. San's hands come up, brushing away the tears as lightly as possible, so you don't feel his rough callouses.

He holds you for a few more minutes, quieting your tears with affirmations and soft kisses. You stand there in silence for a while, calmed by the steady sound of his heartbeat.

"How do you feel now, baby? he asks softly, tracing his hand down your back. Another smirk rests on his face, when he watches the goosebumps raise up on your skin.

"Think 'm good now," you answer him, remembering the task at hand.

You finally open the bag, admiring the heavy Birkin in your hands. As you pour out a stream of thank you's and I love you's, when San catches you by surprise.

One moment, you're standing in the foyer and the next moment, he's scooped you up and into the living room. He gently places you on the vast leather couch, settling in beside you.

Drawn to his warmth, you cuddle up next to him, loving the way his strong arm cradles your waist. He carefully takes the bag from you, placing it on the marble coffee table. The two of you sit in a comfortable silence before the TV catches his attention.

"Are you watching my highlights, baby?" he teases, knowing full and well that you always tune into ESPN when he's away.

"Don't tease me, Sannie. I missed you," you mumble, nestling further into his side.

San looks down at you, enchanted by the exposed skin that the nightie doesn't quite cover. He brings a rough hand to your thigh, tracing the smooth skin, admiring how it feels in his grip. He can hear your breathing pick up, knowing exactly what effect he has on you.

"Missed you too, pretty girl," he sighs, using one arm to shift you onto his lap. San helps you adjust, finally content when you're straddling him.

"I missed you more," you breathe out, finding it difficult to concentrate.

He's so warm and strong beneath you, his muscular thighs being the perfect pillow. His hands are lower now, softly groping your ass through the lingerie. You can't help but to grind down on him, both of you letting out a content moan.

"Not possible," he murmurs, "But you're welcome to try to prove it," he finishes his sentence with a sharp smack to your ass, triggering another moan from you.

"Shit," you huff out, overwhelmed by the feeling of his body underneath yours.

His cock is fully hard now, protruding through his sweats. Your thong is basically nonexistent, clinging to your wet pussy. That sensation combined with San's lazy grinding make it hard for you to think clearly.

His lips are on your neck now, sucking on the sensitive skin. He loves the way you moan out into his ear, harshly grinding his hard cock against your pussy.

"C'mon baby, you gonna prove it to me?" he teases, warm breath against your ear.

His words finally click in your head, knowing what you want to do. You start to shimmy off his lap, trying to get on your knees, but San's arms lock you in place.

"Wanna show you how grateful I am," you beg, hooded eyes staring back into his own.

His head lulls back onto the cushion, finding it hard to concentrate when you look at him like that. Messy curls, hard nipples poking through your nightie, and your lips swollen from kissing. You look fucked out and he's barely getting started.

"Then let me taste you, baby. That's all I really want," he groans, quickly switching your position. Your head spins for a moment, barely registering how you changed places so fast.

You're on your back, San's rough hands pinning your thighs to your chest. The leather couch is cool beneath your skin, helping you think a little more clearly. Raising up on your elbows, you look down at him, eyes almost rolling back at the image.

He's bent over in front of you, gray hoodie long forgotten. He's wearing a white tank, muscles on display for you. As you admire him, his smooth lips trail along the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Always the tease, he softly kisses your clit through your thong, your hips bucking in response.

"S-Sannie, please," you moan out, trying to push up against his mouth. He pulls back, smirking up at you, loving the neediness in your voice.

"Tell me what you want, pretty girl," he murmurs, faintly tracing his fingertips up and down your plush thighs. He looks at you expectantly.

"Want your mouth," you whine, hating when he does this. It makes you feel shy, but maybe that's why your heart flutters a little bit. Even if you'd never admit it to him.

"Want me to lick your pretty pussy?" he coos before lowering his head, pressing another kiss to your bundle of nerves.

"Mmmm, yes" you moan, eyes rolling back at the light pressure.

"Such a good girl. What my baby wants, my baby gets," he growls, peeling the soaked fabric away from your pussy.

"Fuck," he groans, eyes locked on the trail of wetness still clinging to your thong. He can't help dipping his tongue in it, eager to have a taste. You yelp, surprised by the sudden contact.

"Y-yes, Sannie, feels so good," you pant, unable to focus on anything but the intense pleasure from San's tongue.

He alternates between sucking on your clit and bringing up a finger to rub figures eights. Your hips buck up, doing anything to maximize your pleasure.

"You like that, baby? Like how it feels against your little clit?" The look of pure ecstasy on your face gives him his answer.

He latches back onto your pussy, using his thick tongue to delve between your sopping folds. Your high-pitched moans spur him on, sliding his tongue into your tight hole.

The lewd noises of your boyfriend tongue fucking you is too much for you to bear, your pussy starts to clench around the wet muscle, teetering on the edge of your orgasm.

"F-fuck, yes sir," you huff, spreading your legs even wider, "Gonna cum soon."

He hums against you, the vibrations adding to your pleasure. He's back on your clit again, flicking the nub with the tip of his tongue. When you thrash against the couch, San tightens his grip on your thighs, trapping you into place.

"You can come for me, sweet girl. It's okay," he soothes you, switching back to rubbing fast circles against your clit.

Your hips have lost their rhythm now, aimlessly bucking into the pleasure of San's thumb. He lowers his head again, lewdly spitting on your pussy.

"C'mon on my tongue, baby. That's it," he hums, gravelly voice going directly to your clit.

"Ahhh, fuck," you whine out, feeling his tongue enter your hole again. The pleasure is too much. His rough thumb against your clit and tongue stretching out your pussy push you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you in waves, San coaxing you through it.

He sits back on his heels, taking in your body. He keeps circling your clit, letting you ride out your high and come back down to him.

When you've calmed down, you see your boyfriend hovering over you. That kind smile is on his face now, stretching all the way up to his eyes. You swear you can feel your heart expanding in your chest.

"Hi, my pretty girl."

"Hi Sannie," you whisper shyly, cheeks burning at the way he admires you.

"C'mere," he snuggles you back into his lap, adjusting your nightie and smoothing down your curls. You giggle at the wet kisses he's pressing to your cheeks, loving the way he cares for you.

"Missed my baby so much," he accentuates his words with a tight squeeze, making your heart do the same. You let out a soft missed you too, feeling sleepy in his arms.

Cradling your body, you feel him rise from the couch. He turns off the TV, but alarm bells ring in the back of your head.

"Sannie."

"Hm?"

"Can you take my Birkin to my wardrobe please?" you mumble. San tries his best to hold in his laugh, so he doesn't disturb you. Not even a mind-shattering orgasm could make you forget about your Birkin.

"Of course, baby," Is the last thing you here before your eyes close for the night.

[lackadaisycats]

Why does Fablepaint draw such mean spirited art of Rocky. Is it a personal sense of humor kind of thing? Or does disturbingly mean spirited art the only way for FablePaint to draw this character. Is it possible for some more lighthearted and optimistic stories regarding Rocky to show up anytime soon? I’m not saying this to try to be offensive or aggressive, I just think the world’s depressing enough, why make the fictional world sad as well. I do love the comic, I just wish it was happier.

I don't think Fable's art of Rocky is especially mean-spirited. At least no more so than mine has been. Rocky has always been a character with a knack for getting himself into trouble. I do know that Fable likes Rocky and finds various aspects of Rocky's personality and circumstances pretty relatable. I think a lot of what you're seeing actually comes from a place of affection, and maybe even a little bit of vicarious self-deprecation. I will tell you from my own experiences, this is very common among creators (myself included). A character may not be an intended self-insert of any sort, but you inevitably still end up with bits and pieces of yourself reflected therein. And in many ways, you're also inevitably sorting out some turmoil close to your own heart through the character and the story they inhabit.

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About the broader topic of sad things in fiction... Yeah, the world is harsh, cruel, and unfair even at the best of times, but I don't think art that fully disregards this does much service to anyone. The most fluffy, pastel-colored, marshmallow-mild media will still tend to present us with some conflict, because that's how a story manages to resonate. It's hard to convey something meaningful about human resilience, or abiding love, enduring friendship, confronting inner demons, triumph over injustice, or about the absurdity of living without acknowledging the darkness. Even if you're just writing something to make light of the implacable dark, it must be there for you to laugh at.

I think it's fine to use fiction as a temporary retreat from your own real life concerns. And I think it's fine to have comfort characters who you turn to when you need some uplifting. There are a lot of really sweet and lovely fan-works featuring Rocky out there that are much gentler with him than Fable or I will be. You can stick with those! That's okay! But canonically, he's part of a story about a tumultuous time in history, and a tumultuous time in his own troubled life. He's a flawed character surrounded by other flawed characters. He's willfully taken on the role of a violent criminal, in fact. And though I don't think the story of Lackadaisy is without happy, silly, lighthearted aspects, it's not only that. I can't change that without undoing everything I've been working toward. I hope that's understandable.