#so this is was just an excuse for fennec to spend some time with him lol

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#simblr #ts4 #ts4 gameplay #tjolc #tjol challenge #f: vickers #vickers: 1 #s: fennec #s: maru #q #at this point fen has learned enough toki sulani that he can communicate simply with maru #and maru has learned a bit tartosiano in school #so they speak kind of a mess of both? #but they can't really have any deep conversations or anything #so this is was just an excuse for fennec to spend some time with him lol #mix of both***

[shroomi1e]

❝ realistic courting ❞

cyno + tighnari (separately)

summary: how they court you/act around you based off of the research i did on their animal counterparts

cw: none, mostly fluff, g/n reader

a/n: ik i could’ve added gorou and yae but dogs and foxes don’t rly have courting behaviors other than humping each other and I WANNA KEEP THIS PG 13🤬 and yes ik cyno rly isn’t a jackal but he’s based off of an egyptian god who’s a jackal, i also just wanted an excuse to write for the sumeru characters lol

cyno: the jackal

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jackals are exclusively monogamous and live in pairs. they hunt, rest, and forage together and spend nearly all their time together. male jackals will urinate on their territory to ensure that other male jackals will not invade their environment or their female counterparts. once jackals are done mating, the male jackal will bring food to the female jackal and take care of them.

the moment cyno and you become official, he will never leave you alone.

the two of you are attached by the hip, and cyno will always be making sure that people know that you’re his, despite not being too fond of pda.

he’ll give you subtle touches here and there, whether it be putting a hand on your lower back to steer you away from the crowd, gently holding your hand before asking you a question, or resting his hand on your knee when the two of you are sitting together.

he’s also a lot clingier than he’d like to let on. he thinks he’s being subtle but it’s so painfully obvious when he grips the edge of your sleeve, his usually hardened eyes just a tad softer.

“i have to go run some errands, cyno…” you shake your arm a little in hopes of cyno’s hand releasing his death grip on your sleeve

his lips pout ever so slightly, his eyes falling to the ground in disappointment

you giggle at the thought of his subordinates seeing their boss like this, clinging onto you and pouting like a kicked puppy. “i’ll help with your errands then. please?”

you sigh in defeat and let your boyfriend accompany you as you do mundane tasks like grocery shopping and whatnot. but to cyno, being able to spend time with you is something to cherish, as he’s usually so busy dealing with affairs at the akademiya.

cyno is also very protective/possessive, glaring down at anyone who dares to even glance in your direction while you obliviously run your errands.

he won’t be super open about his possessiveness, but will instead show it once you two are alone. the moment the two of you are in private, he’ll give you a bone-crushing hug, refusing to let go until he’s done processing his emotions.

but if someone were to ever make you uncomfortable, he wouldn’t hesitate to summon his polearm, one arm extended to push you behind him as he watches your unwanted suitor crumple up in fear. 

and later when you two arrive home, he’ll just sit there and stare at you in silence, his brain muddled with thoughts.  

“is everything okay…?” you ask.

your boyfriend sighs. “it’s just… i didn’t like that he touched you that way.” he then lowers his voice before saying, “only i’m allowed to do that.” 

tighnari: the fennec fox

male fennec foxes mark their territory with urine and become incredibly aggressive toward one another, particularly when competing for females during the mating season. once they have found a mate, they mate for life with couples inhabiting the same part of the den for the whole year round.

it took a while for tighnari to decide whether or not to make things official. not because he didn’t like you, but because choosing a partner as a fennec fox-hybrid held a lot of weight for his kind.

but the more and more time he spent with you, the more difficult it became to be apart from you. sleeping at night became unbearable, and so did his day-to-day tasks. 

and though tighnari can be quite possessive, he tries to suppress those feelings since the two of you aren’t exactly official yet. but his patience wears thin after a while, especially when someone attempts to court you right in front of him

you can tell when he becomes agitated by the way his ears flick and twitch and the way his tail slowly sways side to side

won’t show the jealousy right in front of you but instead take it out in other passive-aggressive ways. like sending them to patrols as far away from you as possible, or making sure their assignments are as long as possible in order to occupy them and keep them away from you

he knows it’s petty, he knows it’s probably not a healthy way to process his feelings, but he just can’t help it. not when a potential partner-for-life is right there in front of him. 

but when tighnari finally gets the courage to confess, he makes sure you know the weight that this decision holds. you still remember how stern and serious he was when he first told you.

“I just want to make sure you know one more time: fennec foxes are partners for life. I don’t doubt our relationship, but in case you want to leave, I wouldn’t be able to let you. are you sure you’re willing to commit?”

when he hears you say yes, his pointed ears relax and his tail wags softly. he hugs you right there and then, burying his face in your neck and tickling your cheeks with the tips of his ears.

a few days later, he shyly approaches you to tell you that he’s moved your bunker right next to his

“back in my hometown, couples usually live together as soon as they make a relationship official. I… I know doing that may seem too forward, so I decided to just move your bunker next to mine instead… is that okay with you?”

he will respect your boundaries until you’re ready to join the traditions of his kind, but when you finally decide to move in with him, he is over the moon

#Genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin hc #tighnari #cyno #tighnari x reader #tighnari headcanons #genshin impact tighnari #cyno x reader #cyno headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #genshin fic #genshin drabbles #genshin x gn reader #tighnari x gn reader #cyno x gn reader

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I want to know you. Pt. 1

Simon Riley x gender neutral reader

I’m doing it guys I hope you enjoy.

Summary: you and Simon get to spend a lot of alone time together thanks to work. It doesn’t go quite how you were expecting.

Warnings: none

Your code name is Fennec (like the fox)

Uhh yeah here it is :) (also first part is short still testing the waters with this whole posting my writing thing) not perfect but please enjoy.<3

“You and ghost have been tasked with scoping out an area that has a high profile target residing in it. In your free time you and ghost will be staying at a small and old safe house. You will be there for approximately three weeks.” Price announced with a small grin on his face. He knows me and ghost aren’t necessarily the best of friends. “When are we leaving?” I asked. “Tomorrow 8am.”Price said, Ghost nodded. I looked at the time at the clock behind Price, it was 6:47 pm. “Okay well I better start packing.” I stood from my chair and excused myself from the room. Well isn’t this amazing. I was thinking on my way back to my room. Just fucking amazing.

And just like that we were on our way to somewhere in Mexico. I spent a lot of time in awkward silence both on the plane and during our first few hours at the safe house. It was great. The grump had barely said anything to me at all this whole time, which is what I expected. I don’t think he’s ever really liked me that much. At least it feels nothing like how he is with soap. But soap is well soap it’s pretty easy to get along with him.

I was making some dinner for me and Ghost, beef and rice with steamed broccoli. Very bland. I was just about to plate the food when I felt a looming presence behind me. The ghost is very quiet but I know he’s there. “Do you need something Ghost?” He’s been quite cold to me, I tried to be nice for a while but I can play this game if that’s what he wants. “You can call me Simon now.” I turned around. He’s corrected me every time I’ve called him Simon and he’s never called me anything other than fennec even in non-strictly work settings. So this is strange. “Where is this coming from?” He was very close to me, I was almost backed against the counter. “Can I be honest with you Y/n?” Y/n? “Yes?” He came closer and I placed my hands on the counter behind me. He was so large, his figure was intimidating and this unusual behavior made me nervous. “I want you, I have for a while now.” Want me? Seriously. “You’ve been so cold to me Ghost, what are you talking about?” He sighed. “I’m sorry for my behavior, I’ve been trying to keep my distance from you, I don’t think I’m the kind of person you’d want to have relations with. But for some reason I felt the need to tell you” “I think that’s something I can decide for myself, and how am I supposed to decide that if you won’t let me get to know you?” He stood silently for a moment, he looked to the floor then back to me. “I will let you get to know me, but only if you let me have you. I don’t trust people so easily but I want to be around you.” “Okay well, Ghost I will not give myself to someone I hardly know.” He looked disappointed, and I’m sure me calling him ghost after he gave me permission to call him Simon stung. “I understand.” I thought for a moment “But it will just be you and me here for the next three weeks, and if you let me get to know you in that time I will consider it.” His eyes lit up a bit. “Okay.” Maybe he’s worth knowing is all that came to mind. I'm unsure of how this will end, but I wanna know.

#simon riley x reader #simon riley #cod fic #ghost x reader #call of duty #new writer boost #simon riley x y/n #ghost call of duty

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I’m back with the next oneshot, this time suggested by the amazing @spooky-karl : a jealous Boba/clueless reader prompt! This was a LOT of fun to write, so I hope you enjoy!

Oneshot: Hidden Desires

“You’re doing it again, boss.” Fennec’s dry voice rolled over the background music, soft enough for him alone to hear.

“Doing what?” Boba leaned against the back of his throne, idly tapping his fingers on the stone armrest.

“You realize she’s never going to know you like her if you sit here and brood, right?” The master assassin leaned further against her perch on the throne’s side, one brow lifted at him in one of her usual pointed looks. “Seriously. All this pining is gonna make me sick.”

Boba huffed, flicking his gaze over the gathered crowd, pointedly hesitating before his eyes fell on you.

You…and the young, wide-eyed, fluffy-haired excuse for a man you were talking to.

He’d seen you spending time with him for months, now. Nearly inseparable, always laughing about something. He liked it when you smiled, there was such a…light to you, something that took his breath away. He only wished you’d smile at him like that, too. Given that you’d been working at the palace ever since he’d taken over, you’d crossed paths before, but he’d always been busy, unable to stop and have a proper conversation. But you had captured his attention the moment he’d first seen you.

“Boba…c’mon,” Fennec’s tone sharpened, shaking him from his thoughts. “Just talk to her. For all you know, the feelings could be mutual.”

A sharp bark of laughter rose over the din, and he nearly flinched, hiding the reaction with a roll of his shoulders. He knew how he looked, up on his throne - the Daimyo of Tatooine: dangerous and cunning, formidable beskar glinting in the firelight. He was powerful, renowned, and had faced more hells then most people would ever dream of. And yet the prospect of being rejected by you was something that twisted his stomach into knots.

“That boy is too young. Doesn’t know how to treat a woman like her.” His voice was low, nearly a growl, but he could only curb it so much. He clenched his fists and sighed, returning his attention to Fennec. “I don’t understand what she sees in him. Doesn’t she know she’s worth more then that?”

“Maybe she doesn’t…unless you tell her.” She slid off the side of the throne with a sigh, still wearing that admonishing look. “You gotta do it, boss. If you don’t take the leap, she’ll slip through your fingers and you’ll regret it. And who knows, you may have more of a chance then you think.”

“Perhaps.” He watched her turn to face him, her lips curved in a small smile.

“I’m getting a drink. Do us both a favor and take the step.”

Boba didn’t respond, merely watching the assassin slip through the edge of the crowd toward the bar, eyes still surveying everyone. He sighed, wishing he could just don his helmet and slip away to the safe quiet of his rooms. But he had to be here, as the head of his family…

He looked back at you, and felt something in him snap when your lively companion gave your cheek a quick peck. He stood so abruptly he startled a couple passing by. He paid them no mind, forcing himself to walk down the steps slowly, even as a mixture of rage and jealously swirled to a combustive mix in his chest.

Damn it, get a hold of yourself. You’ve hunted hundreds of bounties. Escaped a sarlacc. Outlived an empire. You can talk to a kriffing girl.

He slipped through the crowd, eyes fixed on you, heartbeat thundering in his ears. He could do this. He wasn’t a coward. He’d tell you how he felt, be honest, and…

You suddenly turned and hurried out of the room, the younger man in tow. Frustration and rage welled in Boba’s chest, and he resisted the urge to find the boy later and cave in his skull. But he truly hadn’t ever done anything to upset him other than capturing the attentions of the one woman Boba was interested in. He was a hard worker, did what he was told, and any interference would be manipulative - something he refused to stoop to.

Well, that settled that. Boba didn’t want to think about the way his heart sank in his chest like some lovestruck foundling. He cursed under his breath and veered to the bar, sliding next to Fennec with a grunt, setting his helmet on the counter.

“So?” She sipped her drink, watching him with narrowed eyes.

“She’s gone,” he flagged the bartender down with a flick of his chin, hating that he was practically seething, jealousy wrapping around his throat like claws. His words were choked, clipped and curt. “I was too late.”

“I see.” Fennec looked away with a small nod, draining the rest of her spotchka in one gulp and sliding it back to the bartender for another. “I’m sorry.”

Boba only hummed a response, lifting his drink to his lips, hoping it was strong enough to shove his emotions back down where they belonged. It was probably for the best, anyway. He was scarred…older, nowhere near the person he’d been in his prime - for better or for worse.

And if you were happy, that really was all that mattered.

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You stormed out of the room with a near growl on your lips, finally relinquishing your hold on your friend’s shoulder when you both were well into the hall and out of earshot.

You were starting to believe you had the worst luck ever. Boba Fett, of all people, had looked like he’d wanted to talk. But of course, per the trajectory of your life, someone had to ruin the moment.

“Hey, what’s the big-“

“Why the kriff did you kiss me?” You spun on your heels, eyes narrowed, anger flaring in your chest. “Chaz, we’ve talked about this. I like being your friend, a lot, but that’s it. That was a really dumb move.”

“It was just a peck…” Chaz grinned sheepishly, crossing his arms to try to mirror your expression. Judging by his reddened cheeks and slurred speech, he was already nearly drunk. “‘S not like I kissed you kissed you. Though I would, if…”

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose with a frown, hoping you’d have enough self-control to stop yourself from fully snapping.

“You crossed a line, okay? You’re a fun friend, really - but you’ve been so pushy lately.” You met his gaze, hoping he was sober enough to understand. “I’m not into you like that. And I need you to respect that I-“

“That’s not fair.” Chaz pushed himself up from against the wall, approaching you with a frown. “Yes, we’re friends, but I’d want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you. Is that really so bad a thing to want?”

“It is, if both parties don’t agree.” You locked gazes with him, and despite the fact that he was taller, he withered and slowly took a step back. You sighed, gesturing back at the room where the party still continued. “Look, I don’t want to hurt you. Ever since Boba took over, things have been so much better here. But that doesn’t change how I feel.”

Chaz’s eyes narrowed ever so slightly, and you inwardly groaned.

Here we go again.

“Oh, so it’s just Boba now, huh?” Chaz spun on his heels and paced, brows furrowed, barely able to walk in a straight line. “I knew you had a thing for the Daimyo. Called it. Kriff, I don’t even stand a chance against that. Why are you such a bitch?”

“Chaz, you’re drunk. You need rest, sleep this off.” You expertly dodged the question and turned the attention back to him. “I’m concerned for you. The way you’re talking about me…it’s obsessive. I don’t want to keep hanging out if it’s too difficult for you.”

Then Chaz did the unthinkable. He reached out with a frown and gripped your shoulder, fingers squeezing tight enough to bruise.

“You don’t understand, I love you! I-“

“Let. Me. Go.” You locked eyes with him, tone dripping, and your hand slid unconsciously toward the blaster holstered at your hip.

His gaze followed your movement, and he cursed, pulling away with a dark frown.

“Whatever, this is stupid. Not dealin’ with this anymore. I quit.” He turned away and stormed down the hall before you could get another word in, and you sighed when he turned the corner, leaving you alone in the silent hall.

Ahh, kriff. Why are people always so annoying?

You sighed, adjusting your shirt, trying to ignore the familiar pain that made your heart ache. You’d never had the best luck with friends, and the ones you had didn’t usually stick around. Oh well, it’s not like you hadn’t been here before. The last thing you needed right now was to think about the past, or deal with the fresh pain of your present - so you turned and headed back to the throne room.

You needed a drink.

-

The crowd had thinned considerably when you reentered, and you slipped around the straggling guests and made your way to the bar.

You were so lost in your thoughts, upset with the way things had gone with Chaz, that you automatically took a seat before you realized who you’d sat next to.

You glanced to your side, and your eyes immediately widened when you met the gaze of your boss, Boba Fett. He was helmet-less and looked mildly surprised, and you realized with a groan that no one else was there - he clearly had come here to be alone.

“Oh kriff, I’m so sorry,” you went to move, heartbeat fluttering when he shook his head, calling the bartender over with a small smile.

“It’s okay, you’re welcome to stay.” He let you give your order, patiently waiting until the bartender walked away. Gods, his voice was deep - you always forgot how every word spoken from the damn man’s tongue sent a warmth curling down your spine. “Is something wrong?”

Stars, he was perceptive. Or you were just really bad at hiding your emotions. You met his gaze, and found his expression to be surprisingly soft. You’d never been this close to him before, not without his helmet anyway, and you prayed to whatever gods existed that you weren’t blushing.

“I’m okay,” you managed a smile, hating that your voice nearly squeaked, but not with fear - Maker, he was attractive. You were so, so out of your league, even talking to him. “It’s just been a long day.”

He nodded, shifting to take another sip of his drink, and you couldn’t stop yourself from observing him as you were given your own beverage, the liquor a welcome warmth settling in the back of your throat. You’d heard so much about the formidable ex-bounty hunter, but he’d only ever been respectful to you and the rest of the palace’s staff.

“Where’s your friend?” He spoke casually, gaze flicking back to you a raised brow. “Well, boyfriend, I wager.”

“Chaz? Oh, he’s not my boyfriend.” You sighed and took a swig of your drink, unable to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. “That’s why I’m here. He’s, well…was, my friend…but the guy doesn’t know how to take no for answer.”

“Did he hurt you?” Boba shifted in his seat to better face you; broad, armored frame accompanied by a near protectiveness in his rough voice nearly making you blush.

You detected a particularly dangerous edge to his tone, but you somehow understood it wasn’t directed at you.

“No, he’s just annoying,” you took another sip, starting to feel the alcohol take effect, but you recognized that tone enough to know you had to intervene. “Don’t worry, I can take care of myself. You don’t survive around here by being soft.”

Oh kriff, were you trying to sound tough? He was surely just being nice - you needed to get a hold of yourself. You took another swig of your drink and tried to play it off with a shrug.

“Of that, I have no doubt.” Boba watched you, lips slightly parted as if he wanted to say more, and you found yourself leaning toward him, waiting to hear what he had to say.

Pretending, if even for a moment, that someone like him would show a shred of interest in someone like you.

“There you are!” Chaz’s voice, which you suddenly recognized to be much squeakier then Boba’s, interrupted the moment.

You turned, but you could have sworn you heard Boba groan as the younger man approached, and you cataloged that for future pondering.

“Figures that you’re here,” he was still drunk, if not more so, and you wanted to sink into your chair. You’d just tried to get him out of trouble, and here he was, unknowingly digging himself into a deeper hole. “What’s he got that I don’t have, huh?”

Oh stars, you wanted to go bury yourself in the sand and call it a grave.

You were glad Boba couldn’t see your face, because you were certain it was red as the suns themselves. So you focused your anger on Chaz instead.

“I told you to go get some sleep. You’re drunk.” Your kept your tone icy, even. Hoping he’d listen. Really, really, wishing he’d get the message and leave before he got killed. “We’ve already been over this, so quit it. You’re embarrassing yourself.”

And me…

“But I-“

“You heard her,” a thunderous voice behind you nearly made you flinch, and you felt the chair behind you scrape against the floor as Boba stood. “When a woman says no, you listen.”

“I get you’re my boss, and I respect that,” Chaz had the audacity to cross his arms, indignantly meeting the older man’s gaze. “But she’s my friend. We’re having a conversation I wanna finish.”

Your jaw dropped so fast you could have sworn it would hit the floor. Was he insane? Did he have a death wish?

Boba walked past you, deathly silent, and stood before Chaz with a furious glare and taut jaw. He was imposing as a mountain, his beskar gleaming in the dull lighting, and you finally saw fear cross your friend’s eyes despite his drunken state.

“I’ve killed people for less then your insolent words, boy. And you’re only breathing because I wouldn’t dare upset her,” he jerked a thumb back at you, tone low, nearly a growl. “She’s a true beauty in this desolate desert. Know your place. If I ever see you antagonize her again, it’ll be the last breath you draw.”

Chaz flinched, face draining of all color, and he shot a panicked glance at you before he turned and bolted out of the room without another word.

But you were no longer thinking about him. Your gaze was locked on Boba’s armored back, mind replaying his words on repeat. Had he…just called you beautiful? And what was more was that he’d defended you with such fierceness, it didn’t make sense…

He turned back to face you, and the moment his eyes met yours, the darkness shifted to something softer. Maker, you knew nothing about men such as him. Was this how he treated everyone? And yet he looked hesitant as he spoke, as if he was worried you were upset.

“I’m sorry about that. Didn’t want to scare you,” he seemed somehow smaller when he sat back in his chair, drowning the remnants of his drink with one gulp. “You’re worth more then that kid’ll understand.”

You took a breath, turning to meet his waiting gaze, daring yourself to be brave.

“Did you mean that?” You frowned slightly, mustering the courage to speak your mind even at the risk of being wrong. “When you said I was beautiful?”

“Of course,” he didn’t skip a beat, expression matter-of-fact, the corner of his lip curving in a deliciously small smile. “I’ve wanted to tell you that for months.”

You jaw dropped for a second time in one evening, and you watched him, stunned, as he continued.

“But I always saw you with that boy,” he shrugged, the gesture nearly comical for someone wearing such intimidating armor. “Figured I didn’t have a chance.”

“Boba…” his name still felt foreign, yet somehow familiar, leaving your tongue. “Why didn’t you…”

Then it dawned on you, and you blinked, surprised by your own revelation. Was Boba Fett, of all people, jealous?

And so you took a leap, daring to place your hand over his, meeting his gaze - unable to wipe a silly grin from your face.

“Stars, if you’d told me that months ago, I wouldn’t have given Chaz a moment of my time.” You chuckled despite yourself, eyes widening when he took your hand in his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

His touch was warm, surprisingly soft. The gesture alone made you swoon, and you were glad you were already sitting. His gaze flicked up to meet yours, something nearly protective once again in his eyes.

“Then I’m asking now.” His tone was somehow rougher. “I’ll make up for the time missed, if you’ll allow it.”

Maker, was this really happening? You wanted to pinch yourself, but you spoke instead, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“Yes, I’d love that, I just can’t believe…”

“None of that, little one.” He lifted a hand to caress your cheek, and you shuddered at his touch. “You’re beautiful. You must believe that for yourself.”

You nodded, feeling captured in his gaze, and his gaze flicked to your lips and back to your eyes as if waiting for confirmation. You smiled and nodded, and that was all the encouragement he needed to close the distance between you and kiss you so gently, so lovingly, you felt yourself melt in his powerful embrace.

Perhaps you didn’t have such back luck, after all.

#boba fett x reader #boba fett x female reader #boba fett x f!reader #boba fett x you #boba fett x fem!reader #boba fett #book of boba fett #boba fett fic #acatalystrising writes #october writing challenge #oneshot prompts #boba fett fanfiction #my writing

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Your ask-fics are giving me so much inspiration and life! Can I also be added to your tag list because I don't want to miss anything? Can I also ask for a drabble if you're not busy?

I have this thot of Grogu being left in Boba's care while Fennec's out on rounds. He takes Grogu to his ship, gives him a tour of all the knickknacks in there and talks about how proud Din is of Grogu, then proceeds to teach him pranks he could pull on Din like 'you know little one, I used to hide stuff from my Buir and then put it back when he isn't looking". Something very nostalgic and doting.

And as I will always find excuses to shove Jango in here because he is my one true King, if you could do a scene where they just sit behind the wheel and Boba shows Grogu Jango's data pad on survival, tricks, trades, and just about anything, as if he's reading the bebe a goodnight story (because uncle boba's tired of babysitting and would also like a nap). But the story is like not suitable for kids but very Boba-esque.

Tales about creatures, him stealing a tooth from a balyeg, or him teaching Grogu as per Jango to always have a spare handy. Idk, I'm so sorry if it's too much. ilytho ♥

OH I’M SO EXCITED TO ANSWER THIS ONE.

This drabble is set during The Princess Saga between Parts II & III

The Princess is freshly out of the bacta tank and in a state of shock. Fennec is on patrol with The Mods because of concerns that Brao Opposition Forces will come looking for The Princess. Din is off world gathering information about the coup on Brao and the possible whereabouts of her father. Boba sees this as an opportunity to stay at the palace and spend time with Grogu, ostensibly his godchild, and get a feel for The Princess.

tw: trauma

Fett was concerned about The Princess. A day after he’d helped her out of the bacta tank, she was still nearly catatonic. She interacted with her tooka when it nudged at her face for attention, but her eyes remained glazed over and her face had a worrying pallor. Fett instructed Drash to help her into one of her new dresses and bring her down to meet Grogu. He assumed rightly that Grogu’s gentle, curious nature would elicit some kind of reaction in The Princess.

Despite the circumstances, she was a vision in a fitted dress the color of the Dune Sea at sunrise. Drash practically guided her by the waist down the spiral stairs. She was expressionless, but her eyes were wide. Fett wondered briefly if he was being cruel to her by insisting that she come down from the tower, but her face brightened ever so slightly when she saw Grogu in his arms.

“Come Princess. You were in the bacta tank for a long time. You need to stretch you legs,” he declared firmly. “Take a walk with Grogu and I.”

“Yes, of course,” she said in a hollow voice.

Grogu reached out with one tiny hand and The Princess, seemingly without thought, grasped it in her fingers and offered him the kindest smile she could manage.

The apprehension left Fett. He was glad to have followed his first instinct - get her up and moving, don’t allow her to languish in despair.

…

As they walked together, Grogu cooed softly at The Princess and in response she smiled and nodded at him as if she understood. Some of the anguish left her face.

“You’ve never met a princess before, have you Grogu?” Fett said warmly to the baby in his arms.

The hangar was cool and quiet. The Princess seemed to relax in the emptiness. Their soft footsteps and Grogu’s gentle chatter echoed off of the high domed metal.

Fett was careful to speak only to Grogu. The Princess seemed to withdraw whenever he addressed her. He suspected she may be more comfortable quietly observing. Grogu, wide eyed and fascinated, was clearly enjoying this relaxed outing with his favorite uncle and the quiet lady in the long dress.

“This is my ship,” Fett said proudly.

Grogu made a sweet little noise of appreciation. Unprompted, The Princess reached out and placed her palm on the cool, battered metal. Grogu reached out and Fett brought him closer to the ship so that he could do the same.

“It was my father’s,” Fett said softly, almost to himself. The Princess’ brow furrowed slightly and she brought her hand back to her side.

…

With Grogu in her lap, The Princess seemed far more relaxed. The two of them listened contently as Fett, in his gruff bounty hunter’s voice, recounted stories from his childhood, relating them to different parts of the ship’s interior. Grogu held both of The Princess’ hands in his during the suspenseful parts - he followed each tale intently with his wide, expressive eyes and his mouth open in awe.

“When I was small like you, Grogu, my buir would sit me in his lap in the pilot seat and say ‘verd’ika, you must know your ship like a best friend’ and then he would tell me how each noise the ship makes, each sensor light and indicator is our ship, our friend, telling us what it needs to best serve us,” Boba said, pointing to the instrument panel.

The Princess followed along, occasionally looking down at Grogu to see his reaction. When her eyelids began to look heavy, Boba picked up Grogu and walked the two of them back through the hangar.

Fett sent The Princess to bed, knowing he’d pushed her very far considering how the events of the previous week had left her utterly shattered. He thought it best to end on a good note. Grogu waved at her and she turned and waved back with a soft expression in her eyes before disappearing up the stairs.

Fett sat at the banquet table with Grogu and watched him eat happily from a decadent array of beautifully prepared dishes.

“Thank you for spending time with her, verd’ika,” he said to Grogu. Grogu looked knowingly at Fett, blinked, and smiled.

…

I hope this makes you happy! It was a joy to write!

I feel like @daimyosprincess will want to read this as well.

#boba fett x reader #the book of boba fett #grogu #boba fett imagine

[november-rising]

Attachments: The Way. The Force.

I am not a die hard, been-‘round-for-years Stars Wars fan. But I was pulled into The Mandalorian because of the need to see a cute lil green puppet be, well, cute. After a few recommendations from friends and some memes, I watched The Mandalorian just in time to start (and finish) The Book of Boba Fett.

It.

Was.

Worth.

It.

I can go in so any directions but I wanted to reflect on “The Talk” in Boba Fett s1e6.

Initially, watching Luke give the “Shirt or Glow Stick” ultimatum was upsetting. How dare this “master” of the Jedi arts propose this to a child - a child who resembles Luke’s mentor?! Umm…NOPE! Uh, excuse you? 

And, after taking some time to reflect, that scene was necessary. What I thought was a conflict between Mandalorian and Jedi paths was about relational interactions.

Hearing the word ‘attachment’ phrased in such a way via the Jedi to connote a negative interaction was hard for me as a former relational  (Couple/Marriage and Family) therapist to accept. Attachment is a wonderful thing! It grounds us. It soothes us. But it only does this if it’s from a positive, healthy place. I am now realizing that there’s a difference between attachment as I come to understand the term in this series and acceptance. Attachment can be possessive - an obsession to be fostered and protected at all costs. To be attached to someone can mean living in fear. It may start grounded in love but it is in fact anxiety. The what-if engulfs a person and, thus, takes control. Some parents function from this place: I love you. I need you. I will not let anything harm you or else I’ll die.

That relationship structure is described in many ways in my former field: Enmeshment. Overfunctioner/Underfunctioner. Fusion. Undifferentiated. From my perspective, Luke (and the Jedi Way - I dunno as I am a layperson) is speaking more to undifferentiation. It is to be unable to be in emotional contact with others without being free of one’s own emotional (dis)functioning. Undifferentiated can mean not having the ability to take on your own intense thoughts/feelings - to be unable to separate yourself from your emotions and facts (reality). To be selfish, in some (not all) ways.

To be attached, in my assumption of my vague understanding of the Jedi and Star Wars in general, is to function from a place of compulsion or reactivity. To be consumed with protecting an ideal that one doesn’t want to end. It can come from a place of love; yet, this type of love is rooted in fear. Fear to be alone. Fear to lose love. Fear of never feeling this whole again. The description of the Dark Side sounds like reactions based in anxiety, low self-worth/-esteem, lack of safe relationships, lack of emotional awareness, low distress tolerance, desperation, etc. Those functioning from this place just want to be connected with others (and themselves) through maladaptive ways. 

And then there’s acceptance. I don’t think I need to go too in depth concerning this concept. But to accept something isn’t about being one way or another. It’s about recognizing and appreciating what is in that moment. I believe this is where Grogu was coming from. I believe that Luke stating that Grogu D’s experience of time would be short for him yet a lifetime for others was necessary. Luke wanted Grogu to understand the importance of moving forward with the right information. G deciding to spend what time he could with his Mando, his Din - his buir could be him accepting that time is fleeting. Grogu loves his buir and his buir loves him. That’s all that matters for now. He’s coming not from a place of mastering the Force to extend his time with Din. It’s about him moving towards embracing the Way and the Force so that he can enjoy what time he has with his family (Peli, Greef, Cara, Boba, Cobb, Fennec, Luke, Frog Lady, Winta, Omera...others). I believe Grogu’s choice is an acceptance that, though he can’t be a Clan of Two forever, that he wants to be a Clan of Two for now.

#the mandalorian #grogu #din djarin #baby yoga #book of boba fett #book of boba spoilers #peli motto #greef karga #cara dune #boba fett #fennec shand #cobb vanth #winta #omera #luke skywalker #the way #the force #shirt or glow stick #obsession #buir #foundling #found family #when will they get the razor crest two #they need a massive caravan to travel in #does this make sense #attachment

[stelladea]

Starry Rendezvous

Hi @borednschooled! I'm your @arcanasecretcupid. I loved seeing how much depth and thought you’ve put into Claudia's character -- she was super fun to write. I hope you enjoy this slightly-spicy Claudia x Asra x Muriel! It's set in a vague-ish time period after Asra's upright ending. Happy Valentine's Day! (And thanks so much for organzing, @arcanecadenza :3)

Claudia-Nomusa’s customer-service smile slipped from her face as she waved at the final patron of the day. They had left her and Asra’s shop satisfied, a fragrant basket of pale pink flowers in their hands that would give their partner romantic dreams. The whole day had been filled with local Vesuvians strolling into the shop with intentions to buy magical gifts for their loved ones to celebrate Vesuvia’s national day of romance – and while Claudia was eager to assist them, every face filled with love and excitement only served to remind her painfully of Asra’s absence.

Asra had been gone for almost a week at Countess Nadia’s behest, assisting at the palace with some urgent court issues. While Muriel and Claudia were happy to spend time alone together in companionable silence, they each felt a piece of them missing – a hole in their souls – where Asra should have been in their everyday lives. The bed on the second floor of the shop seemed just a little too big and empty without Asra there, even with Muriel’s sizeable presence.

Claudia hadn’t heard word from Asra in a handful of days, and wondered if he even remembered that Vesuvia’s annual romance celebration was here – or, even worse, that Nadia had remembered and disregarded his need to return to his partners.

“Any news?” Claudia said hopefully as Muriel lumbered into the shop after checking the post. Inanna, his wolf, and Elna, her fennec fox, trotted in at his heels. He gave her an unreadable look and shook his head.

Claudia sighed and stooped to pet Elna as she rubbed her muzzle into her calf. “Maybe we should plan on just the two of us celebrating tonight, then.” Muriel nodded, his own face mirroring the disappointment Claudia felt, and she continued. “Surely Nadia would allow him to come back tonight, even if she needs him again tomorrow…”

“If she needs him for something important, you know she’ll make him stay,” Muriel rumbled sadly.

The rest of the afternoon passed without event, and Claudia could feel a sinking feeling of disappointment cloud over both her and Muriel, almost a physical weight on their shoulders. On this day, the one day a year Vesuvia celebrated romance and relationships, one of their trio would be missing, and it just wouldn’t be the same.

Just as Claudia was about to suggest they begin to make dinner plans, the door creaked open and a smiling figure with curling white hair slipped into the shop.

“Asra!” Claudia exclaimed, running to him. “You’re here!”

As they hugged, Muriel approached as well and wrapped his massive arms around them both. “I’m here,” Asra said, muffled, into her dark curls. “I’m sorry I was late.”

“It doesn’t matter. You’re back now!” As Muriel released them, Claudia stepped back and smiled happily at Asra. Asra’s mouth curved, not into his gentle smile, but into his mischievous, upturned catlike grin.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me…” Asra’s smug little smirk widened as he turned away from them both.

“But you just got here!” Claudia protested.

Asra said nothing as he slipped up the stairs to the bedroom, leaving Claudia and Muriel to stare at one another perplexedly.

***

After Claudia had finished closing up the shop, she could hear Muriel’s stomach rumbling from across the room, and knew it was time to start crafting dinner or else her mountain man would start getting ornery. She had no clue what Asra was up to, but she was getting tired of missing Asra still, even now that he was in the same building.

“Asra?” she called, walking up the stairs leading to the bedroom. “Asra, I don’t know what you’re doing, but Muriel and I are getting–”

She stepped into their bedroom, and Asra was standing in front of the open window, sharing a mischievous look with Faust, who was draped casually over his shoulders.

“Hungry?” Asra grinned. “Well, that’s perfect. Muriel! Come on up. I’m ready.”

“Ready?” Claudia raised an eyebrow as Muriel stumped up the stairs.

“Come, you two,” Asra beckoned, holding out his hand.

Claudia shook her head, nonplussed, and took his hand. Together, and to Claudia’s utter surprise, they climbed out of the window and onto the roof of the shop.

There, draped along the rooftop tiles, was a massive blanket covered in what couldn't be called anything but a feast. Honey-glazed figs, aromatic cheeses, crusty breads all lay on shining golden platters. Bowls of nuts, dried fish, and fresh fruit stood next to the massive carafe of red wine and a towering pile of chocolate-covered strawberries and pink heart-shaped cakelets. Plush pillows stolen from the bedroom served as cushions and lounge props.

“Nadia felt guilty for keeping me at the castle longer than anticipated,” Asra said, squeezing Claudia’s hand. “So she sent me home with all of this for us.”

Muriel carefully stepped onto the roof and stared mutely at the feast laid before them. He turned to Asra. “We thought you’d forgotten…”

“I could never forget,” Asra replied earnestly.

The three of them sat on the pillow wonderland and ate their fill as they swapped stories of their time apart, Asra describing the latest drama at the palace and Claudia recollecting the most interesting visitors to the shop.

Finally, their bellies full and mugs of wine topped off, Asra and Muriel settled themselves on either side of Claudia, cuddling close and gazing up at the stars.

“Each of the major Arcana have a constellation,” Asra murmured during a lull in the conversation, pointing upwards. “See – there’s the Magician, with the tail of the fox made up of those five stars. Looks a little like Elna, don’t you think?”

Claudia chuckled.

“And there – there’s the Empress, with her wings expanding out of those stars… Muriel, where’s the Hermit? You’re always good at finding the constellations.”

Claudia and Asra looked toward Muriel, who had been staring at them both. At their glance, he blushed. “I always forget where they are when you two are around… to distract me…” He mumbled.

Claudia smiled, placing a hand on Muriel’s cheek. “That’s sweet,” she said, leaning forward and pressing her lips to his.

Muriel did as he always did when kissed – he shivered in surprise before melting with pleasure into Claudia’s embrace, kissing her back in full.

“So I get a show today…” chuckled Asra, wrapping an arm around Claudia’s waist. From behind, he began to kiss along the nape of her neck, sending a thrill of goosebumps down her spine.

Something like electricity crackled through the air. The three of them, here, now, finally reunited after a time apart. The air was rife with bottled up tension.

Claudia moved her lips down to Muriel’s jawline, and a desperate moan escaped his lips. He leaned back, lying down on the blankets beneath them. With his cheeks flushed and hair splayed across the blankets, Claudia couldn’t help but to surge forward, straddling him.

“Well, that’s a nice sight to see…” murmured Asra. He closed the distance between them, pressing himself against Claudia’s back. Claudia could feel the heat rising in her belly as Asra’s fingers teased beneath her blouse, brushing along the sensitive skin of her waist. Claudia herself couldn’t hold back a sigh of pleasure as Asra moved his hands downward, dragging his hands down each of her thighs and biting gently at the skin of her shoulder, humming with satisfaction.

Claudia leaned down to press her lips against Muriel’s as Asra’s hands continued to wander, their kisses frequently interrupted by gasps of surprise and pleasure. Muriel pawed one massive hand across Claudia’s chest as she strained against her shirt, his other hand gripping around Asra’s shoulder in a desperate attempt at bringing them closer. Claudia could feel Muriel’s chest rising and falling in uneven gasps, his heart fluttering with anticipation.

When Muriel spoke, his voice was hoarse. “Shouldn’t – shouldn’t we go back – inside –”

Claudia looked up from their rendezvous surreptitiously. No windows faced their rooftop, and no onlookers had decided to make their own rooftops a romantic getaway, so she leaned down and kissed him reassuringly.

“Only the constellations can see us from here,” she murmured.

Needless to say, they did not make it back to the bedroom to continue their celebration of Vesuvia’s national day of romance.

#the arcana secret cupid #arcana #the arcana #arcanasecretcupid #claudia-nomusa abara #oc x asra x muriel #asra the magician #asra alnazar #muriel #the arcana game #borednschooled

[wukodork]

So I wanted a quick Book of Boba Fett thing.

It’s okay.

There’s a LOT of weird choices, like having Boba undergo an entire character arc off screen. This would have been less weird if the man hadn’t been a prominent character in a few Mandolorian episodes bc then there would have been a HUGE gap between now and the last work to spend a significant amount of time developing Boba as a person (TCW) which makes it easier to write off some of the odder character decisions.

Overall I think I mostly liked it? Especially since it’s made pretty clear that Boba is disabled now. Fennec is pretty much the same as she was in The Mandolorian and I hope she gets fleshed out more as a person and less as “Mob Enforcer” but I’m not fussed if she’s not (so far) since Star Wars Does The Godfather is basically what this show was marketed as. Kinda wish they skipped Boba escaping the Sarlac (it never mattered before in the other works that bring him back) I like getting Tuskan characters, but they come with a HUGE asterix. More below the cut.

It is SUPER JARRING going from The Mandolorian, where Tuskens are just people living in the desert, and from Legends where Tuskens adopted a major character because her farmer parents were killed by human raiders to seeing a group of Tuskens beat and torture Boba Fett on screen. I’m hoping they end up as allies somehow but holy shit that was completely unnecessary. Way less important, I didn’t get Boba offering to free the Rodian there but that’s at least excusable by a major trauma just happening.

Speaking of trauma, I do love that we get to see that this ordeal has taken a toll on Boba and even though he has had healing he’s still not 100%. I really hope that doesn’t completely go away (chronic pain pls) because I just really like the idea of a disabled mob boss bossing mobs. Side note, would not be surprised if at some point Boba has to fight a younger version of himself. Be weird as fuck, but his dna isn’t exactly hard to get.

The “rule with respect not fear” thing  feels odd, like we missed an entire story. This’ll obviously be explained in the flashbacks but like.....right now they’re very skippable? There’s some good moments in there (like Boba + lizard dog and the six limbed creature fight is nice) but I cannot stress enough that the LAST time I saw a group of Tuskens discover a person alone in the desert in a piece of official Star Wars media they adopted her, raised her as their own and sent her to Jedi school while the first thing they do after testing if Boba is alive or not is tether him to the back of a bantha, make him walk to their settlement, tie him up to starve/dehydrate and beat him. What the actual fucking fuck. Luckily it seems like the boss lady is impressed by Boba maybe? So next set of flashbacks will probably have him get inducted into the group somehow. Honestly it feels more like Legends Mandolorians than any established Tusken characterization.

Also, a Tradoshan Boba used to work for offers him a Wookie pelt (yes really) as tribute and god I hope that becomes a crack ship bc that is literally an engagement present in Tradoshan culture (yes, really).

#book of boba fett #spoilers #bobf spoilers

[visceryl]

HPHM Profile: Konn

Art Credit: @zuulosdovah @angrynar​ @montdiarts​ Profile Credt: @hogwartsmysterystory​

- IDENTITY - 

Name: Konnor Levi Rainwater

Gender: Male

Age: 17 years old

Birth Date: September 21st, 1973.

Species: Metamorphmagus

Blood Status: Pureblood

Sexuality: Bisexual - leans mostly towards males.

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: English

Residence: Bloomsbury, London

Myer Briggs Personality Type: INTP - The Logician

- THE MAGE -

1st Wand: 

Holly Wood

Thunderbird Tail Feather

10 ¾ 

Reasonably Supple Flexibility

Holly wood is of the more rare variety of wand woods. Often considered protective and attracted to those who need help overcoming anger and imeptiosity. Typically their owners are engaged in a dangerous or spiritual quest. Thunderbird tail feathers are said to be great for transfiguration and are proceedingly difficult to master. They are sometimes said to fire curses when in danger.

2nd Wand: N/A. This boy refuses to lose his wand.

Animagus: An arctic fox 

Misc Magical Abilities: Nothing other than being a metamorphmagus.

Boggart Form: His brother, Allston, looking notably dead and enraged (a nod to being afraid of failing his loved ones).

Riddikulus Form: Milk spewing out of Allston’s nose and him busting out into laughter. (This is also a nod to a time

Amortentia: He smells like peppermint, a freshly cracked book, and petrichor. 

Amortentia: He smells something distinctly animal, faint smokiness, and lavender. 

Patronus: An Occamy.

Patronus Memory: When he becomes an animagus. While the actual process is miserable for him, being able to get to the end and have it work was monumental. It allowed him to feel some semblance of control and was a time he got incredibly close with Talbott.

Mirror of Erised: Himself and his brother side by side with their respective families, happy and laughing, their arms around each other.

Specialized/Favourite Spells:

Specializes in transfiguration spells

Protego (Usually always bailing his friends out of trouble)

Lumos (Who doesn’t need a good light spell)

Expelliarmus (In duelling, he always tries to disarm first)

- APPEARANCE - 

Faceclaim:

Game Appearance:

Height: 5′8

Weight: 142 lbs

Physique: Slender, built for speed and stealth rather than strength.

Eye Colour: A stormy blue, though as a metamorphmagus, it changes.

Hair Colour: Platinum blonde, this changes based on his moods but always returns back to its original color.

Skin Tone: A warm ivory.

Body Modifications: Later on, he gets a fox tattooed on his arm.

Scarring: Konn ends up with a few magical burns. One on his shoulder, another in the dead center of his back. He also has a much more notable blade wound across his abdomen and a permanent knick just beneath one of his eyes that is usually concealed by freckles. He conceals everything.

Inventory: 

A golden snitch

Fox treats (For his pet fennec) 

A casset player/tapes he got from Hal Greywind

A blue goldstone crystal necklace

His journal and quill

His wand

An occamy he keeps hidden in a pouch

His Amaranthine Broom (not always on his person)

- ALLEGIANCES -

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Ilvermorny House: Horned Serpent

Affiliations/Organizations:

The Order of the Phoenix

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Slytherin

Professions:

A spy for The Order of the Phoenix

Professional bailsman for his brother

Sometimes odd jobs for his covers

A tutor during his time at Hogwarts

- HOGWARTS INFORMATION -

Class Proficiencies: (He’s a nerd brain, have mercy)

Astronomy: ★★★★★★★☆☆☆

Charms:  ★★★★★★★☆☆

DADA: ★★★★★★★☆☆

Flying:  ★★★★★★★★★☆

Herbology: ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆

History of Magic: ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆

Potions: ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆

Transfiguration:  ★★★★★★★★★★

Electives:

Care of Magical Creatures

Alchemy

Apparition

Study of Ancient Runes

Quidditch: Slytherin Seeker since year 3 all the way through year 7.

Extra Curricular: 

Dueling Club

Ethren’s D&D Club (He tried to keep him from joining but Konn kept sneaking in.)

Quidditch

Favourite Professors: McGonagall

Professor McGonagall is someone Konn looks up to immensely. As he specializes in Transfiguration and later begs to undergo the ritual for becoming an Animagus, she is his closest and greatest ally and teacher. She always looks out for him and presents him with more opportunities to further his skill.

Least Favourite Professors: 

Rakepick: As far as things go with Rakepick, her entire duration as a professor always rubbed Konn the wrong way. He hated her secrecy and interference with the Vaults. He begrudgingly worked with her to gain information and to find his brother, mostly using her as she used him.

Snape: He is mostly disliked due to the toxic relationship he develops with Konn. Always pushing Konn to higher standards than everyone else in unachievable ways, Konn always felt the need to meet them as Snape showed he cared for him and was his HoH. As someone afraid of failure, this was always something that stressed Konn. (Not to mention Snape always praises Merula.)

- RELATIONSHIPS -

Brother: Allston Rainwater

Pureblood Wizard

Attended Hogwarts as a Slytherin

His Animagus form is a Golden Jackal

Allston acted as Konn’s parental figure for the most part. The two were inseparable. His love for his brother outweighs just about everything else.

He never wanted to get involved with the Vaults, but was given no choice.

Allston abstained from having any relations with anyone, often saying he had too much on his plate between the Vaults and his brother. Though later when Konn gives him a normal life, he’s revealed to be straight and marries a muggle woman, having two kids with her.

Misc Siblings: N/A

Father: Roland Rainwater

44 years old

Works for the Ministry of Magic as a high ranking official

Pureblood Wizard

Attended Hogwarts as a Slytherin

Had little interest in his actual kids, spent most of his time working and out of the house, only coming around with gifts just to disappear again.

Very wealthy.

It was suspected later that he was responsible for working with R and that he had pressured Allston into searching for the Vaults.

Mother: Charlotte Rainwater

42 years old

Pureblood Witch

Works as a journalist and writer, always traveling and hunting her next big thing.

Attended Hogwarts as a Ravenclaw.

She was always a bit of a narccisist. Always obssessed with her own career and luxury earninings. She spends big and lives freely, using her work as an excuse for the neglect she left her children with.

Love Interest: Talbott 

Towards the start, Talbott wanted nothing to do with Konn. He found him dangerous and obssessive, his constant trouble-making with the Vaults always causing him to worry.

Konn crushed on him first after seeing how he worked with Transfiguration and learned he was an Animagus.

In attempts to get Talbott to notice him and strike jealousy, Konn asked Tonks to be his fake date to the ball. This rouse failed miserably as Talbott just thought they were dating.

During 5th year, Konn finally confessed how he felt. Talbott had his reserves, but agreed to a first date.

They compliment each other really well. Both specializing in the same areas, Talbott’s cool and collected often soothes Konn’s rampant lack of control, while Konn often convinces Talbott to come out of his shell.

While still chasing Talbott, over a summer, Konn and Hal have a brief fling before realizing they’re more like brothers and wondering what the hell they were thinking.

Best Friends: 

Nymphadora Tonks

Rowan Khanna

Rival: Merula

Enemy: R, Rakepick, his father, and later on (I think for everyone) Voldemort, Ben Copper.

Dormmates: 

Rowan

Barnaby

Murphy

Orion

Pets: His pet Fennec Fox, Vulcan. Vulcan was gifted to him by Allston right before he vanished. It is speculated Allston went home, left the gift, then went back to Hogwarts where he was finally trapped.

Closest Canon Friends:

Talbott Winger

Nymphadora Tonks

Rowan Khanna

Tulip Karasu

Barnaby Lee

Jae Kim

Charlie Weasley

Closest MC Friends:

Hal Greywind @one-very-angry-hufflepunk​

Ethren Whitecross @hogwartsmysterystory​

Kaina Malin @zuulosdovah​

Uriel Nightclaw @montdiarts​

Skylar Morningstar @angrynar​

Daisy Withers @ruby-and-opal-withers​

BACKGROUND/HISTORY

As an infant, Konnor was nannied by an elderly woman hired through services. She was strict and cold, pushing his incredibly young mind to work before it was ready. This was when he showed signs of being a metamorphmagus, always seeming to scare the living daylights out of the woman who could never keep up with walking into a room and seeing a different baby each time.

By the time Konnor had turned four, Allston was his primary caretaker. The two brothers were inseparable, always learning, exploring. They had great fun teasing all the teachers and incoming caretakers together. It just so happened, they also took more fun in seeing how much they could milk from their parents. Pizzas every night, horror movies on the screen. It was through fun, companionship, and love that Konn shaped and grew into a more controlled state. He was smart, always pushing Allston to teach him more and more. It got quite lonely once Allston began going to Hogwarts and leaving all year save for holidays and summer, but they wrote religiously and Konnor would always be bouncing and ready to beg his brother to share all he’d learned during the year once he returned.

Hogwarts. At this stage in Konnor’s life, it was finally his turn to go to the grand school he’d been itching to attend ever since his brother had… but it came bittersweet. Allston had never come home to celebrate his acceptance letter. Had never come home to prep, to plan, to discuss what happened that year. He’d vanished, and with it he took most of Konn’s excitement and control. As emotions ran rampant in the boy, he started his years at the school a freak. Lonely. They all talked about his brother, the expectations for himself. There was little love or care in what he did save for seeking out his brother. Many may say he grew jaded, untamed, obsessive. There was only one thing that really clung to his heart, the fennec fox his brother had left behind for him as a pet.

Indirectly, his parents taught him many things. Konnor, at heart, grew to be quite frugal, never taking advantage of anything given to him (lest it was another gift from his father that meant nothing at all). He was also taught what family really meant, that it was between those who meant something to you and should be protected at all costs. Though on a much opposite end, he also found he had to work twice as hard for any recognition, always pushing himself above and beyond to be anything great. Especially when he had Allston to impress.

After leaving Hogwarts at the end of his schooling, Konn went on reunited with his brother in full. While Allston never rejoined the wizarding world fully, becoming something of a vigilante to hunt down those that’d wronged him and threatened his family, Konn began avidly seeking out the Order. He was quickly accepted as a spy, doing frequent operation work while maintaining a line on his brother and making sure he stayed out of danger.

At one point, he was approached by a Death Eater, and nearly underwent necessary precaution to become a double agent, but Allston, Hal, and Talbott quickly ushered against the idea of their brother, friend, and lover being marred permanently by a symbol and risking his life more than he already did.

During the heat of the war, Konn asked Talbott to always be his. They then promised each other that once the battle and hardships were over, they’ll consider marriage and having a family together. However, it is quickly discovered it wouldn’t be so simple.

It is found out that in Konn and Allston’s attempts to bring their father to justice that he’s murdered in order to keep whatever secrets he might have had. This is then promptly framed on Allston who it catches up to later alongside much of his vigilante practices. When faced with the hard decision to persecute his own brother, Konn instead begs Talbott to help him remove Allston’s memories and give him a normal life. Removing all of Allston’s memories and replacing them with something much more mundane, they move Allston to America where he’s finally free from the perils of the wizarding world.

Konn never appears to be the same after losing his brother for good, but lives the rest of his life working and watching out for any oncoming threats. He and Talbott eventually do settle down with two adopted children together.

- PERSONALITY - 

Protective: Konn is protective of his loved ones to a fault. Deep rooted with paranoia, he is constantly fretful for his loved ones and does everything in his power to keep them safe while still trudging through the hell that is their experience in Hogwarts and beyond. He’s quick to jump at the defense of his friends and family, not afraid to risk his own hide in the process should it be necessary.

Short Tempered: Of his many rampant emotions, anger is the quickest one to flare and show. Anytime he’s frustrated or annoyed, someone is bound to know. Whether it be his shortness or the flaming red hair, you’re welcome to take your pick of context. He’s very quick to annoy and while true anger from him is hard to achieve, petty anger and annoyance is almost constant. Droning noises, interruptions, and blatant stupidity are all quick to grate his nerves.

Stubborn: Konn has never been one to back down from anything, and he never intends to. Driven by a need to prove himself and inability to let something go, he will see something through to the very end. This allows him all the qualities of a hard worker. He gives everything his all without any intention of slowing or stopping. Sometimes this also means doing the work for others if they can’t keep up.

Intelligent/Cunning: While irritating on many levels when he tries to be the smartest person in the room, Konnor truly is smart. He often gets things faster than most and while conventional learning is useless, his hands on learning style allows him to learn on the fly. He almost always has an answer for everything and uses this to aid himself and his friends whenever they’re caught in a bad situation. He also consistently keeps good grades on everything while at Hogwarts.

Ambitious: It’s no surprise as a Slytherin that Konn tends to aim high. Though not in the standard many may think, he doesn’t want glory or fame or money. His ambitions are often geared towards his power and loved ones. Whether it be proving to the world he can take down the Vaults and save his brother, getting all his loved ones out alive, furthering his own power, or even taking down R himself. He’s the kind to look at a challenge and want nothing more than to conquer it.

Loyal: Alongside his protectiveness, Konn would never leave someone he cared for behind. He’s not even the type to leave someone he cared very little for behind. Including Merula on some occasions. As far as Konn is concerned, the only person allowed to bully his people are him. He is quick to rise to any occasion to stick by and protect his friends. Should they need a hand in battle, to get out of detention, or simply a shoulder to cry on, he tries to always be there.

MISC

NOTE: This section may update from time to time.

Konn lives in Bloomsbury, London when not attending Hogwarts in the Rainwater family home and often invites his friends over to stay with him during the summer.

He’s attempted to play many instruments including the violin, flute, and piano but never felt it was for him in the end and lost his touch if he ever acquired it.

Despite never having much room to prove it, he is a huge animal lover and adored his time working with Magical Creatures, often wishing he’d spent more time dedicating to it.

Konn was born with awful vision, but as he learned to control his metamorphmagus abilities, his eyesight also varied and improved.

No one is really sure whether his metamorphmagus abilities were inherited or not.

Konn comes from a small family of only two uncles, an aunt, and three cousins on his dad’s side of the family. His mother was an only child.

He listens to 80′s rock religiously after Hal introduced him to muggle music and what he learned was called a ‘cassette player’. Hal let him use it once and never got it back.

While his family is rich, spending money stresses Konn out. 

Much like his mother, he developed a knack for writing, however exclusively keeps it as a hobby

He let Hal try to teach him to shoot a gun once. He bruised his shoulder and after promptly startling himself into a new shape, vowed never to use one again.

Konn has never lost a game of Monopoly in his life.

After Rowan’s death, Konn blames Ben and fosters an incredible hatred for the boy after.

#konn rainwater #konn #hphm #hphm profile #hogwarts mystery #profile #about

[honeywithblueberries]

Christmas

A/N: HAHAHAHA!! Take that, writer's block! I win! You loose! Even though it's five days late……

Merry late Christmas, everyone! I'm so sorry this wasn't out sooner, but enjoy! ……….

The answer to the absurd question came out far too easy and quickly. "Yeah, I'm going to have to pass."

And to his amusement, her response was exactly what he expected.

"Niiiiccckkkkk…….."

The fox todd forced to keep his face blank as he stared at his computer screen. Thought it was tough keeping the smile off his face. Behind him, his partner, Judy Hopps, pouted at him. He could barely make out her reflection in the screen, her eyes wide and bottom lip stuck out. Turning to look at her would be a huge mistake. She pulled her cute bunny eyes attack on him a dozen times too many.

Nick had some control, dammit!

He refused to give into her this time. Especially considering what she was begging from him. There was a line in the sand and an absolute limit to what he was willing to do to make her happy. At least, that's what he told himself as he fought to not look at her.

"Don't even bother, Carrots." he said drolly as he began to type again. "That look of yours won't work if I don't acknowledge it. And I'm not going."

Huffing, Judy let her face relax and frowned at the back of his head. "Why not?"

Snorting at the question, he rolled his eyes and turned his chair to look at her.

"You're seriously asking me, of all mammals, why I don't want to go to this stupid Christmas party?" Nick raised his eyebrows at her, sighing when she eagerly nodded. "Carrots, I can barely stand this holiday as it is. Now you're asking me to go to the house of a someone I barely know, wearing a hideous sweater, and make small talk with total strangers."

Deciding to take advantage of his attention, Judy's pout returned with full force. Her ears even fell across her back for added effect. And her vulpine partner brought a paw to his chest as he gave a soft 'awww' at her expression. The cute bunny eyes attack was successful.

"Please, Nick," she asked, stepping closer to him and clasping her paws together.

Nick winced and tried to look away. But that only made the bunny's lip quiver and eyes widen further.

"I don't have a sweater to wear," he groaned, flinching as she batted her eyelashes.

"Paw-mart has some on sale for five bucks." She smiled prettily at him, taking another step closer. "And there's a prize for the best sweater."

Scoffing but not moving away, Nick rolled his eyes again. "Spend my hard earned money on a sweater I'm not going to wear ever again in hopes of winning a gift bag filled with cheap Christmas candy and trinkets? No thank you."

That had Judy's expression turn from pleading to thoughtful. Her ears perked up at the sound of footsteps heading towards their cubicle. Turning from Nick to the walkway, she gave a small hop towards the entrance.

"Hey, Dave?" she called, the tall grey wolf officer looking around briefly before smiling down at her.

"Hey, Hopps," he gave a friendly wave to the fox, "Wilde. What can I do for you two?"

"You went to Officer Fangmeyer's Christmas party last year, didn't you?" Judy asked.

Wolford's face lit up. "Oh, yeah. Didn't win the sweater contest, but there were still a ton of other games. I walked away with two fifty buck gift certificates."

Nick's ears and tail snapped up as his focus razored in on the wolf.

"What did the winner of the sweater contest win?" he asked with interest.

"I can't remember." Both the smaller mammals deflated at that, though they jumped when Wolford turned to another desk. "Higgins! What did you win at Brook's party last year?"

The hippo's head popped up, a grin stretched across his muzzle.

"A hundred buck mastercat gift card and a roarlex watch." His small beady eyes narrowed on the other three officers as he pointed a hoof at them. "And I'm going to win again this year."

"Dream big, Higgs!" Came the response of another, unseen officer.

Laughing, Dave turned back to Nick and Judy. The bunny looked over at her partner in triumph, smiling at the look of excitement on his face.

"How does Fangmeyer afford that?" he asked in a slightly dazed voice.

"Loaded parents who like her a lot," the wolf answered with a shrug. "I gotta go. See ya at the party."

Both waved at him as he left.

"So, Slick," Judy smiled at him and walked over to where he sat. "Feeling the Christmas spirit, yet?"

Snapping out of his daze, the fox smirked at her before hopping out of his chair.

"Oh, you haven't seen Christmas spirit yet, Carrots. Just wait. I'll win this contest." Taking his jacket from the back of his chair, he shoved his arms into it as he winked at her. "Play your cards right, I might ask for your help spending that gift card."

Judy laughed. as she watched him gather his messenger bag. Pausing next her, he gave her a hip bump. She stumbled a bit before regaining her balance, her partner reaching out to steady her. Giving her paw an affectionate squeeze, he reluctantly let her go and continued his walk to the precinct doors.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a sweater to buy. See you tonight." With a salute, he was gone, freeing his phone from bag as he walked.

Still giggling, Judy shook her head and turned back to her own computer.

"Dumb fox." she muttered as she climbed in to seat and began to finish up her reports. ………..

Nick kept the growl to himself as the disgruntled muttering reached his ears.

"I can't believe I'm here helping you shop for clothes."

Rolling his eyes behind his sunglasses, the todd looked down at his friend, Finnick. The fennec fox was dragging his feet as he followed after the taller todd, scowling at everyone and everything around him.

"It's not clothes shopping." Nick argued back as he selected a potential candidate from the sweater rack. "I plan on winning this stupid contest."

"You mean you plan on impressing that partner of yours?" Finnick countered with a smirk. Nick's ears flattened against his head.

"I don't know what you're taking about."

"Sure you don't. Like you're not going to go home tonight and dream about doing a strip search on the bunny." The smaller fox laughed as Nick ducked his head. "You can't hide anything from me, Wilde. I only have one piece of advice for you: Take advantage of that mistletoe tonight."

"Like she would want me to do that….." Nick muttered, pretending to examine another sweater.

"Have you smelled her recently?" Finnick asked, his voice laced with amusement and incredulity. "She's a heartbeat away from jumping your bones! Don't think I haven't seen the two of you popping suppressants like they're fuckin' mints."

"What do you think of this one." Nick asked frantically, whirling around with a sweater pressed to his front, ready to change the subject.

Finnick looked at it for a moment before doubling over with laughter. Just when Nick thought he was getting control over himself, the fennec lost control again. He was on all fours in the middle of the department store laughing at the fox officer holding the ridiculous red and green sweater covered in bright gold Christmas bows and blinking lights.

"We have a winner," said Nick smugly, turning the sweater back to look it over again. "That gift card is mine!" …….

It took a full hour for Nick to get ready. He took a long hot shower, spent an unreasonable amount of time in his fur dryer, and made sure every patch of fur was meticulously brushed and groomed. With his nice slacks on and his favorite green, dress shirt on, he tried not to grimace as he slipped the Christmas sweater on. The fox adjusted the collar of his undershirt, letting it peek out tastefully.

"Looking good, Wilde," he said to his reflection, examining himself from every angle. A paw vanished under the sweater to click the lights that decorated it on. "Look out, Carrots. You're gonna fall for a winner tonight."

And now, half an hour later, the todd stood in front of Brook Fangmeyer's closed door. He held a poinsettia and bottle of wine for his hostess, ready to win the sweater contest. Listening to the sound of muffled Christmas music and voices, he made sure his smirk was in tact as he picked up the sound of footsteps making their way to the door.

Only to have it fall when a well dressed Brook answered the door.

"No freaking way!" she exclaimed in delight as Nick's mouth fell open in shock. "I can't believe it!"

Before Nick had time to dash away, the tigress reached down and dragged him in. Giving him a perfect view of the guests inside. The elegantly dressed guests who were NOT wearing hideous holiday sweaters and were all now staring at him in surprise and amusement. A few of them turned to laugh discretely while others didn't bother to hide their enjoyment. The poinsettia and wine bottle were tugged from his paws and set aside as the door closed, sealing the todd inside.

"I- uh….. was told this was a sweater party….." Nick mumbled as Brook pulled him further into the party.

Laughing, his fellow officer guided him to the Christmas tree. "Oh, I know! I didn't think you'd fall for it and now I'm out forty bucks!"

Feeling his embarrassment and anger grow, the fox allowed himself to be dragged around. Though he temporarily forgot his situation when he saw Judy next to the tree enthusiastically talking to Chief Bogo. And he felt himself flush with something that was definitely not anger at the sight of her in a tight red dress. Brook grinned at his reaction to his partner.

"Hey, Hopps!" she called getting the bunny's attention. "Look who showed up."

Purple eyes widened in shock as the police chief broke out into laughter. The usually surly cape buffalo had most of the party's attention, much to Nick's relief. Judy grinned as she looked at the todd, her eyes sparkling as she left their boss to stand in front of Nick.

"I'll be darned," Judy said, still looking at his sweater and shaking her head as her eyes followed blinking lights decorating it. Meeting his gaze, her grin grew. "I didn't think you'd fall for it."

Tearing his thoughts away from the pretty bunny in front him (and silently admitting Finnick was going to be right about his later plans), Nick scowled around the room.

A few of the party goers were still looking at him and chuckling. Wolford and Higgins were accepting money from a few of their fellow officers. Higgins even looked over at Judy and waved the wad of bills at her with a large grin. Ears shooting up in realization, Nick looked back over at her as she wave at the hippo.

"Exactly how many mammals bet I'd fall for this prank?" he demanded, putting his paws on his hips.

"It's called a hustle, sweetheart," she countered, giving him a look sly enough to rival his own. Paired with that smile, he had to keep his eyes from scanning the ceiling looking for mistletoe. "And to answer your question, only seven. Higgins, Wolford, Fangmeyer, Grizzoli, Pennington, me, and……"

A small beep from her evening bag had both their eyes moving to it as she pulled it free and smiled at the screen.

"You."

Nick was flabbergasted.

"Excuse me?" he asked, not quite sure if he heard her correctly. But Judy merely smiled wider as she turned her phone around.

"You heard me, fox." Nick looked at her in confusion before looking at the small screen.

There was a message from Finnick selected, the video ready to be played. Nick pressed play and his eyes widened when it showed he and Judy in their favorite bar, this time last year judging by the mini Christmas tree in the background. Both he and the bunny were grinning into the camera.

"Ok," started past Judy, her eyes still looking at the mammal recording. "We have Finnick as a witness for a monumental bet about to take place. Nick here is ready to loose to cute, little bunny."

Video Nick scoffed and grinned before shaking his head at her. "Don't count your chickens, Carrots. You have a full year to come to terms with the fact the fact that you'll never win a bet against me."

In the video, Judy turned to grin at him, nudging the fox with her shoulder, causing his tail to wag happily at the contact.

"And I can't wait to see you in an ugly sweater before next year's out." she challenged.

"So when I win," came the todd's voice, "you have to be my slave for a full twenty four hours, on a day of my choosing, no complaints." Judy laughed on the screen and held his playful gaze. Video Nick seemed mesmerized for a moment, before clearing his throat. "And if you win…?"

As he watched their past selves interact, present day Nick felt himself become lighter than air at Judy's reaction to him. It was…. more than a little flirtatious. Video Judy nudged him again and smiled coyly.

"Guess you'll have to see." she teased. "So here's the bet: I bet I can get you into an ugly sweater before the end of next year."

The todd on the screen pretended to think about it before he stuck out his paw. "I look forward to you serving me for twenty four hours."

Both mammals shook on the bet, present day Nick suddenly remembering that moment perfectly. Looking from the phone, green eyes met the sparkling gaze of his partner. Judy put her phone back in her bag still beaming at the todd.

"You…." he whispered, not looking away from her. "…… You hustled me good."

Nodding, the bunny crossed her arms and stepped closer to him.

"Sure did."

"So," he began, copying her motions and moving closer. "What do I surrender as forfeit?"

Her eyes moved from his, up to the ceiling before flicking back down to him. Nick looked up and felt his mouth drop at the sight of the mistletoe hanging above him. Looking back down, his eyes were wide and mouth dry as Judy bit her lip while she waited for his response.

"I understand if you're weirded out, or even grossed out, by it." she said quietly. "I just thought that we had really great chemistry and….. I always feel like…. I'm… more, when I'm with you. Like, I'm more than just a bunny or even an ordinary mammal."

Nick thought his heart was going to beat out his chest.

"You're always there for me, you always support me, and I've never met a mammal, male or otherwise, who makes me feel nearly as happy or complete as you." Her ears fell back, their crimson color visible under the dim light of the party. A small flicker of doubt flashed in her eyes when he still didn't respond. "So if you can stomach it, your forfeit is a kiss under the mistletoe. If it's not too-"

There was a full stop in the party before the air was filled with whoops and hollers of encouragement. Unable to stand still in the wake of her confession, Nick's paws shot out and pulled her into his arms. Their lips met, and everyone and thing faded away. One paw moved to cup her face while the other landed on her hip. But Judy didn't stay surprised for long.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and the pair savored the moment their friendship became something so much more than what either of them had ever hoped for.

"I love this holiday," Nick whispered when they pulled away for air. He smiled into her eyes before ducking his head to meet her lips again.

Needless to say, it was a very merry Christmas.

#zootopia #wildehopps #nickwilde #judy hopps #judyhopps #nick wilde #fangmeyer #officerwolford #christmastime #christmastree #christmaslights #uglysweater #funny #zootropolis

[empresskira]

For the Secret Santa on the MAS chat!! @shockandlock I hope you like it!! Merry Christmas!! <3

All I Want

Bright lights twinkle, anyone would flinch on the intensity on how bright the room looked and the ceiling light or lamps weren’t even on. Yips are accompanied with a chiming of laughter from two individuals in the kitchen, the smell of baked goods wafting through the home. Marco had just come in through the door with a big box in his arms and the one of them has a smaller box with tiny holes in it. He quietly sets the big box on the coffee table before setting the smaller box to a small table that got shoved behind the Christmas tree. After it was hidden with no way to see coming in from the kitchen, he slides the large present by the tree with the other presents.

If there was one thing that Marco learned over the past few years is that his boyfriends’ loved decorating for Christmas, even more than Halloween. The first time spending Christmas together in his home, it startled him coming home from work to find tinsel wrapped around Ace and lights around Sabo’s neck like a scarf as he place them up. The whole living room was bright and even had them trailed down the hall. The bedroom had small candles, fake and some plugged in, bringing a warm glow to it. Decorations grew over time, gaining some of their own and impulsive buys, mostly on Ace’s part.

They waited until after having dinner at his family’s house to open their own presents. They only stayed to around five o’clock, max. The three of them liked cuddling up on the couch and watching Christmas movies that they did every year. The hot cocoa would run dry by tonight, though they had backups, and it could not be helped. Mistletoe hung around in every doorway to give each other excuses to provide more kisses. It always left them giggling in joy and sharing more.

“I’m back!” Marco says out, hearing clicking on the hardwood and ready’s himself to be pounced by a dalmatian. “Hey there, Stryker! You making sure they don’t burn down the house, yoi?” Barks come out sharp and tail smacks everywhere, thumping against the wall as he shows his joy. Licks get his face as Marco sees Sabo at the doorway of the kitchen.

“Mistletoe!” Ace hollers, twirling Sabo to soon plant a big one to lips, both sputtering in laughter.

“Presents after cookies are done?” Marco asks with a smile and Stryker barks to Ace with hops.

“Yes, yes! You will get your doggy cookies!” Ace cheers as the dog hops over in excitement to the man and gets picked up. A hand rubs o the spotted chest and Ace nuzzles a freckled cheek to the head of the happy dog. “Who’s a good fire dog? Who’s is a good boy?” Yips leave Stryker with wiggles and Marco shakes his head as Sabo begins rubbing against the side of the dog as well.

“Let’s get baking done!” Marco mentions, the two cheering and Stryker barking happily as they go to the kitchen. 

After some sneaked cookies, accompanied with burned tongues, they got the cookies to platters to cool as they go to the living room. Stryker got some of his biscuits and happily ate them as they began dragging out presents. They are all excited and the tradition of small gifts begins. Ace bought cheesy socks for them all and a headband for Stryker, who wore it happily as he also got a new large bone for Christmas. It didn’t take long for the dog to sneak off, hitting the doorway along the way as it was rather large.

“Yes, the full season of Mentalist!” Sabo cheers, holding up a couple seasons with the rest inside.

“We are going to busy for some nights,” Marco looks towards Ace, who is grinning brightly.

“You know you love it, too!” Ace mentions as they all enjoy the show, but he receives a snort from Marco as he wouldn’t deny it.

Marco opens his box and looks over to the both as they are snickering, pineapple tissue paper is taken out with an exasperated sigh. As he got it out, he soon is surprised to see a plush blue bird. “It looks like Fennec…” He mutters as his bird looked like a small phoenix, but they lost him a few months ago. It was understandable, he was getting older and only passed because of old age.

He holds the plush, moving the box to the side and gets both hands on it. Even though it is made of only fabric, it looks handmade, and he brings it close to smell the scent of lavender. It’s the scent that helps him to soothe from any stress that may be coming along. Marco gives a deep breathe before pulling it away and smiling to his boyfriends.

“Thank you, yoi…” the words make the two grin bigger with little bounces.

“Someone handcrafted it, took some time and it was so hard to not give it to you earlier!” Sabo says and Ace gives an agreed whine as he leans to the side.

“A month! We have been holding on for a month!” He says with another whine and Stryker howls from the hallway. They all laugh at the reaction, accompanied with some barks echoing.

They continue, Ace cheering as he holds up a kit in hand. “Hell yeah! I have been wanting to trying whittling!” Hands grip the set of carving knives and waving them up and down.

“Maybe it will show you how to be patient,” Sabo remarks with a smirk and gets a balled up wrapping paper chucked at his face.

“Hush!” The remark starts a mini wrapping paper war, and Marco has to stop it when boxes go flying.

More is opened, finding a pair of slippers for each and a sweater. They got Ace a llama sweatshirt and elf looking slippers as his other ones are getting worn out. Sabo received one with a lizard on it, then some plaid slippers—blue as he loves the color. Marco got one with a dove on it, being bird related, and a pair of blue with yellow as slippers. All that was left is the large gift that Ace is aware of as him and Marco agreed on this for Sabo.

“Is that for us all? I wasn’t involved!” Sabo pouts with arms crossed and Ace is already changing his sweater to the new one he got.

“Stop whining, you will love it!” Ace says with a muffled voice before popping his head out.

“Go ahead and open it,” Marco says as he slides it over to his curious boyfriend. A sigh leaves him with small mutters of being left out as he pulls on the wrapping paper. At this point Marco stands up to push some of the paper and boxes away from the tree. “What is this? Are we getting fish?” Confusion shows as Sabo looks to the tank with some more plain boxes inside as they didn’t want them revealing anything.

“Maybe,” Ace smirks as Marco moves to behind the tree. He grabs the box and brings it out to hold it out to Sabo. Their boyfriend looks suspicious before taking it and opening it to gaze in. Shoulders tense before he jerks his head up to look at them both in shock.

“Y-You got me…?” A small squeak leaves him, small prickles of tears showing on the corners of his eyes.

The two smile as Ace inches closer, “Merry Christmas, ‘Bo!” He says with a grin and they watch as Sabo carefully puts hands into the box. As hands move up, Marco grabs the box so Sabo can hold the small creature in his hands.

“I’ve been wanting an iguana so bad.” Sabo whispers and gets the animal to one hand and begins petting it as it looks around.

“Later we will have to get a bigger tank, so it has room to grow.” Marco says as he is kneeling on the other side of the tank.

Seeing those green eyes glistening in joy at the sight of one thing he wanted so much. He always held off, a little not sure if he wanted to take the responsibility, but Ace and Marco knew he wanted one. The longing in his eyes for one never went unnoticed and they wanted to show how much he deserves one and to know he would take great care of it. The way hands pet along the reptile, it looked to be enjoying it before it scurries along his arm. Sabo gasping as it hurriedly gets to his shoulder, letting its nose near his neck before inching to rest with head forward towards Marco and Ace.

“I think he likes you,” Ace mentions while shifting to move the tank a bit.

“I hope so!” Sabo has hands tightened into fists, grinning brightly as he reaches up to pet more on his new present.

They spend the next hour getting the tank set up, Sabo realizing that they bought the shelf near the couch, pressed to the wall, for a reason now. That was over three months ago, and he about cried again at how much they planned this out for him. Once everything is set up and lamp turned on, Sabo lets the iguana nestle into its home and explore it.

Then they set out to gather cookies, hot chocolate, the three different popcorn in that large can that has Santa on it, and the biscuits for Stryker. There is already a pile of pillows and blankets on the couch that they get arranged for their movie night. On the ottoman part of the couch, they are sure to set up blankets for Stryker as Ace sits mostly there so the dalmatian curls up at his legs. The couch is all done up and Marco is in the middle to let Sabo glance to see his new pet. He knew he would want to and didn’t mind, especially as he knew Sabo would probably scoot to take a glance to it to check on it.

“Home Alone marathon!” Ace cheers as he already pulled up the movie on the television as they are renting them to watch and not have to get up unless necessary.

“Come on, why not the Grinch first?!” Sabo whines and Stryker howls, causing them all to laugh before smashing together on the couch.

“Grinch and then Home Alone, since there is only one Grinch movie.” Marco compromises that they both agree to, Ace a little reluctant. As the movie starts, Stryker is already moving to lounge along Ace’s lap with front paws on Marco’s lap, to be reached by all them, plus Sabo could reach his biscuits better.

They each could agree, this was by far one of the greatest Christmas ever.

#MarcoAceSabo #MAS chat #shockandlock #Christmas #Sabo is super happy #dragon similarity feels #iguanas are adorable #Sabo is in love #Puppy love #cuddles #Ace and Marco wanted to surprise Sabo so much #So much planning #Secret Santa #empress writes

[randomwoohoo]

Christmas patrol

On the Christmas eve night, Nick in his police uniform and Finnick leaning against the cruiser

Finnick: Where is your fuzz partner?

Nick: Day-off, she must be with her family on Christmas fest. That’s why I’m working solo for now.

Finnick: Little Nicky’s getting lonely, thus he crawled back to get some company.

Nick: *sarcastic grin* Ho ho i’m just here to comfort a hustler who gotta work even on holidays

Finnick: You should know better that there’s no holiday for hustlers. We have to work our asses off everyday. But seriously, ain’t it suck for you to do your duty alone today?

Nick: Nah Christmas is for spending time with family and since… well, I haven’t expected much from choosing hustler life once.

Finnick: What a dramatic fox

Nick: Did I just say those out loud? Darn, I’m getting soft.

Finnick: It’s not a bad thing though. You had a chance to turn your life around and earn a legitimate honest job. Embrace the change, pal *checking his phone then walking off*

Nick: Leaving without goodbye kiss?

Finnick: Just take a whizz. Don’t go anywhere.

*Nick standing by himself. Noticing the night was quieter than he thought. A moment later, Nick heard someone running towards him, assuming it must be Finnick.*

Nick: Geez What took you so long?

Judy: Sorry for keeping you waiting.

Nick: Carrots! Aren’t you supposed to be at Bunnyburrow?

Judy: I was but I’ve learned my partner has been down. Just because I wasn’t with you, it’s not an excuse to slack off.

Nick: *Sigh* That fennec

Judy: Besides…. I wanna spend time with one I consider my family.

Nick: *smirking with blush underneath red fur* What an unpredictable and wild bun?

Judy: Now get in a car! I didn’t pick up a shift for nothing.

Nick: Rogers Partner. By the way, will you be free tomorrow afternoon?

Judy: Yeah, why?

Nick: I know a lovely cafe with Christmas campaign that we should try. Interested?

Judy: Don’t know you can be this sweet.

Nick: Like you can be Wild(e)

#zootopia #disney #nick wilde #judy hopps #finnick #short scene #wildehopps #christmas

[empress-imperia]

CHP VI: IN WHICH FINNICK GETS A NEW RIDE

"... Are you sure?"

Bruce Wood listened to the speaker on the other end of the call as he chewed loudly on some wood flavored gum. "Four vehicles..." He started to write down the information on the speaker's recommendation. "Two headed to the Canal District... the other two crossed the bridge... a van with two canines on it... driven by a fennec fox wearing a black and red t-shirt... and a Hopps farm truck, driven by three rabbits, two old, one really old... you're sure they're all heading for the same place?" The speaker raised their voice. "Hey, watch it! Remember who's in charge here! So if they're all heading for where you think the money is hidden, then the two cars going by road would have to pass through the skinny end of Deerbrooke County."

The wide woodchuck tapped a red highlighter on the map before him. On the map, Deerbrooke looked like a fallen bottle, with the narrow neck end located right between Bunnyburrow and the county where Zootopia lay. Bruce had already drawn a red line down the quickest road from A to B.

"Don't worry, if they show up we'll take care of it." Bruce said. "I'll keep you posted... Bye." He hung up.

The longer he stared at the map, his eyes focusing on the black mark that was Bunnyburrow, the wider his grin grew. This might just be the break the Zootopia Freedom Party needed to get off the ground. If they managed to get the money's exact location from the chomper or the bunnies, then they wouldn't have to operate from a rickety abandoned farmhouse in Podunk anymore. They could move their headquarters to a nicer place closer to Zootopia, or more preferably in it. They could attract more followers and finally make a difference in that city.

He went to the bathroom of the motel room that should have been fumigated decades ago, and dialed the number for the other two members of the group, who should still be in the supposed dining room of their headquarters playing canasta. According to the map, the town he was currently in, Tall Oaks, would be the second town the two vehicles would pass through if they wished to get to Bunnyburrow in the fastest time. With a little help from his friend in the city, Bruce might just be able to pull this off.

Right now, the best the Zootopia Freedom Party could do was to accumulate leaflets and scout for potential, likeminded recruits. With six million and five hundred thousand dollars and possibly more, there was no limit to what they were capable of.

"Mr. Big sent us. We need to use his boat." Raymond said the second they found Melvin the Stoat at the end of the dock where the boat was being kept. It was short and to the point, for time was of the essence.

Melvin, a burly little mammal in a baggy sweater and stained cap, eyed the two polar bears. "Names?"

"I'm Raymond and this is Kevin."

Melvin relaxed. "Koslov called and told me to expect you. Wait here while I get the boat ready for boarding." He started to walk quickly down the dock, but stopped and turned. "You do know how to drive this boat, don't you?"

"My family's been into boats for five generations, and I've transported goods for the boss before." Kevin said.

Melvin looked at the boat, then back at the bears. "Good enough. Did they tell you what sort of boat this is?"

The bears looked at the boat. It was your typical three deck luxury yacht, with a pure white hull and glossy black windows. Bigger than most yachts in the canals, but also small enough to build up a fair amount of speed in open water. It's name was the Marlon Brando, and it was their best chance of getting to Bunnyburrow first.

"Just your run of the mill luxury yacht, right?" Kevin asked.

"If you can spare a few minutes, I'll explain..." Melvin trailed off at the sound of screeching tires. Raymond and Kevin spun round, and grimaced equally when they saw the Oryx-Antlersons' car come to a halt on the road that stretched parallel to the docks. Bucky and Pronk leapt out, and without shutting the doors sprinted over.

"Hey! Do you work here? Is there a boat for hire?!" Bucky spouted off the round of questions breathlessly, while Pronk realised they'd left their car vulnerable and rushed back to lock it.

"Yes and no." Melvin said, expertly putting on the facade of an honest sailor. "Not in this part of the docks, anyway. You'll have to talk to Boris. He's a boar down at the other end. He might have something you could use."

Bucky pointed at the yacht. "What about that? D'you know who owns that ferry?"

"Yacht, sir. It's called a yacht." Melvin said evenly. "And it belongs to the employer of these two gentlemen. They've just been given permission to use it for the day."

Pronk had returned at that moment. "Is that true? Are they using that big fancy thing?"

"Yep, and like I said, it's called a yacht. Now if you'll excuse me I need to make sure the yacht is at full fuel."

As Melvin left, Raymond folded his arms with a smirk. "That's right. We're using the big fancy speedy thing. So run off and go find a dinghy to paddle with."

Bucky glared. "Know this, beefcake. It ain't over 'til the fat lady sings!"

"Then you'd better keep your pointy little ears open." Kevin said. "Now push off and shut up."

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" Pronk's roar of outrage could be heard across the docks.

"You heard me." Kevin replied smugly. "Shut. U-"

"NO-ONE TELLS HIM TO SHUT UP EXCEPT FOR ME SO SHUT UP!"

"YEAH, VICE VERSA SO SHUT UP!" Bucky hollered at equal volume.

Raymond stepped forward. "Watch it, bread sti-"

"SHUT UP!"

"YEAH, SHUT UP!"

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP!"

"SHUT UP YOU BIG PALOOKA!"

"You..."

"SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPAHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP..." The tremendous duet of the two ballistic belters was too much for the two polar bears. Ears ringing and hearts pounding, they retreated under the pretense of asking Melvin if the boat was ready for sailing. By the time they reached the stoat, the screaming had stopped and the Oryx-Antlersons were returning to their car, high fiving each other once they reached it.

Raymond wondered if he should call Mr. Big about possibly recruiting them once this was over. Any rivals they needed to intimidate in future wouldn't last two minutes.

Judy took a long, hard look at the interior of the police car engine before sighing and leaping to grab the hood, allowing her weight to pull it shut. "Un-cotton picking-believable."

"What's wrong? Your car will still run, and don't cars get wrecked in collisions all the time?" Bonnie said, deliberately leaving out that it was their farm truck that caused said collision in the first place.

Judy's mouth was very small, and her ears were pointing straight down. "In case you haven't noticed, mother, this is a police car. It is specially designed to withstand more damage than a normal car." Judy strode over to the Hopps truck, where Pop-Pop was still sitting in the driver's seat and shooting dirty looks at the pine tree that Nick was hiding behind. He was utilising a water bottle to clean out the awkwardly placed coffee stain as best as he could. Judy popped open the hood of the truck, unleashing a cloud of white smoke. "So, mother dearest... do you have any idea how lucky you are that the truck was the only thing that was totaled?!"

Bonnie cringed at the look of sheer outrage and disbelief on her daughter's face. She lifted her leg up a little and rolled her ankle. "Lucky rabbit's feet, I suppose."

"Har, har, mom."

Bonnie put a paw on Judy's vested shoulder. "Honestly, we are so sorry about this, sweetheart."

Judy sighed again. "At least you guys aren't hurt."

Bonnie glanced at Nick's pine tree, where the only part of him sticking out was his bushy red and brown tail. "Speaking of guys... that coffee hadn't been hot when he spilled it on his little boy parts was it?"

"Mom!" Judy gasped, glancing at the tree herself to see if Nick had heard. The bushy red and brown tail had gone very still. "Oh crackers, he heard."

Bonnie cleared her throat. "I suppose you'll be wanting an explanation for your family's behavior."

Judy crossed her arms. "As officers of the law, we'll have to charge you with reckless driving, regardless of relation. I hope you have a darned good reason for this." "As a matter of fact, I do." Bonnie proceeded to jerk her thumb at her approaching husband. He'd just finished spending a penny behind a bush on the other side of the road "But I'm going to let him explain. Stu?"

Stu stopped in the middle of pulling up his overall straps. He looked nervously to his daughter. "Do I have to, dear?"

Bonnie and Judy sported equally steely gazes. "Yes, dear. Unless you want your own daughter to book you for withholding information."

By the time Stu had finished telling Judy everything the late Jerry Mousekewitz had told him, Nick had run out of bottled water and joined them.

"Nick, why are your pants completely soaked?" Judy asked bluntly.

Nick scowled. "So I won't have to constantly explain that I did not pee my pants because I didn't, to quote you, my dear Carrots, 'take it easy with the coffee.'"

Speaking of coffee, the pants still smelled of it.

"Never mind that!" Judy snapped, her ears turning pink at the tips. "Did you hear what my father just told me?!"

Bonnie and Stu's shoulders slumped. They knew Judy wouldn't take it well. Pop-Pop kept sulking in the truck.

"I did, one hundred percent." Nick said. "Ninety-five percent, actually. What was that about my buddy attacking your Pop-Pop with a snowball?"

"Nick! That! Is not! Important!" Judy was rigid as a board on fire. "How could you lie to me about this, dad? Me?!"

Stu looked absolutely mortified.

"Bogo needs to know about this. Nick, call him right now while I have a few more words with my lovely parents." By this point, Judy had become sinisterly calm.

Nick did not like the look on her face. "Shall... I'll just call him over there, shall I?"

"Fine, just make sure you tell him everything!"

Nick started walking down the road, and didn't stop until he was a red and blue speck on the concrete and their rabbits ears couldn't hear the ensuing phone call, especially once Judy exploded.

Finnick was fifteen miles from Zootopia when his luck ran out.

Being one of the smallest mammals in the city that was too big to live in Little Rodentia, his view of the road tended to be partially obscured by the dashboard, so he didn't see the fallen tree until it was too late.

One minute he was gunning it at fifty miles an hour, the next he hit the thick trunk head on. His entire body jerked forward, the seatbelt keeping him from completely leaving the seat. Leafy branches slapped the windshield as the trunk rolled slightly, and white smoke began pouring out from beneath the hood.

Finnick quickly got over the shock and proceeded to explode into a myriad of French curses inspired by the rap music he'd been listening to before the crash. The curses faded as he heard the sound of shattering glass coming from the back of the van. It was a cluster of wet crashes, like someone was dropping an armful of full wine bottles one by one. The melted jumbo pop jars, Finnick realised with a sinking feeling, squeezing the steering wheel and wincing with each shatter.

When all was quiet, Finnick undid his seatbelt and climbed out of his car. He felt no pain when he leapt to the hard ground, confirming that he'd escaped without injury. His relief was short lived as he rushed to the back of the van and saw red liquid dripping from beneath the doors like fake blood in a horror movie. Letting out one last French curse, he opened one of the doors.

Just as he expected, the big glass jars had not been so lucky. Glass shards poured out the van along with their entire red liquid contents. It was the Great Flood of Noah all over again, this time in the form of strawberry flavoured melted ice. Finnick watched silently as two hundred bucks worth of juice emptied out onto the road along with sixty bucks worth of glass.

Finnick did the only thing he could do in this situation.

He raised his fists, tilted his face to the sky, and said the M word.

Very, very, very loudly.

Then he looked inside the smoking engine and saw there was nothing he could do. Calling for help would take too long. It could even lead to his arrest if the mess of glass and juice aroused their suspicion. There was no way he was losing the money to that crotchety old jerk.

So that left one option.

Internally screaming all the way, Finnick climbed into the dripping, soaking, sticky van. He came out holding something he hadn't used since the Savanna Park hustles.

It was covered in juice. It was coloured pink and had rainbow tassels dangling from the handles. But the plastic tricycle was all he had. At least until he got to the next town and acquired another vehicle.

Hoping to all the gods in the animal kingdom that no-one he knew saw him, he wiped the tricycle with his gym towel and started trundling down the road.

He felt silly. He felt really silly. Please, God, don't let anyone see him.

Nick only stopped walking when he couldn't hear Judy's Armageddon-level ranting. He felt very sorry for the rabbit's parents, even if they did bring it on themselves for lying to her.

He dialed Bogo's number and waited. The phone rang four times before Buffalo Butt picked up, and he sounded either ticked beyond all reason or undergoing immense suffering. Maybe both.

"What?" The Chief asked sharply.

"Sir, you're either going to love or hate this.' Nick paused. "Maybe both."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"You know how that mouse, the aptly named Jerry Mousekewitz, kicked the bucket earlier this morning?"

"Get to the point or shut your mouth!"

Nick got to the point. His nose wrinkled as it detected the strong scent of coffee still emanating from his pants.

"... We didn't find out about the race until we bumped into Clawhauser, who saw two of them pass him. We've driven a little out the city in the hopes of catching one of them before they got too far, and that was when we found the Hopps truck on the side of the road with a busted tire. Seems they trying to get at least one or two license plates before going to us." The lie, as usual, came easily. It wasn't entirely a lie, but the least he could do for Judy's family was to twist the truth just enough to get her parents a lighter sentence. There was nothing he could do about the inevitable reckless driving charges, but he could still save them from charges of withholding information. "Sir, I can tell you're about to flip your horns but this isn't bad news. We know where the heist money is, and we might still have a chance to get it back. If you let us go right now, we can still find the Blue Goliath before the others do."

He could almost hear the chief grinding his teeth.

"This is insane. I don't mean sending you two out the city. This was supposed to be a simple investigation into a casino heist, not a race across two states! It's like the animal world has gone mad!"

"No, just you." Nick quipped.

"Wilde, I am not in the mood for... what's that screeching?"

Nick's ears went flat. Judy's shouting had increased in volume while he was explaining what Stu Hopps had just told them. "... Duck."

"Duck?" Bogo stopped sounding angry for a few seconds.

"Yes. A duck."

"There are no birds in Zootopia."

"Immigration, am I right?"

"Never mind the duck, or whatever that really was. I don't like the idea of you two taking your police car out of the city, but the loot of three casinos is on the line here and we have to get it back. So fine. You have my authorization to join the chase, but the Blue Goliath is your top priority. Do not engage the others unless you have to. We will deal with them once we have the money back in safe hands."

"Hooves or paws?"

"WILDE, FOR GOD'S SAKE!"

Nick jerked his head from the phone. "Wow, that actually hurt! Is everything okay on your end, chief?"

"... Nothing I can't handle. Don't bother coming back here for more resources, there's no time for that."

Nick put a smirk back on his face. "Speaking of resources, what's the big idea lending Clawhauser a Ferrari in the first place while me and Judy get lemons? We're the best in the force!"

"Yes, but he's the cutest in the force." Bogo retorted.

Nick's smirk widened. "The cutest, huh? I knew it."

"... Goodbye, fox."

#zootopia fanfiction #Zootopia #zootopia finnick

[nekomimiranger]

To my Valentine Cloudyloudy <3

This is my little valentines gift for you @cloudyloudy I hope you’ll like it :)

Everyone else, be warned, if you continue reading, you could get cavities xD

You are the best that has happend to me in a really long time. You are always there for me, always cheerful. You make me laugh and smile like a fool every day and that, among other things is a reason, why I fell in love with you!

I still can’t believe you feel the same and when you told me so, I was on the verge of fainting. It was like a dream and I somehow still wait for me to wake up.

I hope I never will :D

Since I can’t give you a gift in person, yet, I asked @fuzzywuzzylittletail for help to realize a little idea I had in mind.

Thank you so much, fuzzy for this drawing :D

If anyone besides Cloudy is still reading, the following story features Cloudyloudys and my Zoosonas, so beware ;)

It's been weeks since he met her. It was on his flight back home to Zootopia after he visited his parents for a family event.

The Grey-furred Jaguar sighed as he though about the moment he first saw her. It still rings like music in his ears as he heard her voice the first time.

"Do you want something to drink, sir?"

Sure, he thought. She was just doing her job as a job attendant but her sweet voice together with her captivating smile made his head empty and his heart leap.

"A.. a.. eh.. I.... nnnn.n No thanks.." What all he could get out of his mouth, immediately feeling embarrassed by his stuttering that moment. The Ocelot-Flight attendant smiled again and turned away to go to the next row of passengers.

Andy could do nothing but watch her move along. What did just happen with him? And why did he act like a fool all out a sudden?

He sighed again as the cute Ocelot entered the employee only zone, waving her pink spotted tail as she walked along the aisles.

"She's cute, right?" A voice to his right asked.

It came from a blue furred cat that sat next to him, on the middle seat. He got friendly the moment Andy sat next to him and now was smiling ear to ear at the blushing jaguar.

"Go for her, Predator!" was the laughing remark that followed by a fennec vixen that sat next to the cat at the window-seat. Both of them were telling him to woo her, giving him tips and ideas but Andy wasn't listening.

He was never popular by the girls and couldn't think of a way this might ever change. So he decided to just sit here and enjoy her view whenever she passes his seat.

When the Ocelot came back to him the next time to ask for refreshments or snacks, she also started to ask Andy about his destination and where he came from. At first he took it as normal small talk the flight-attendants of Zootopia Airways might do to make the passengers feel at ease during long-term flights, but as the flight went on and the talks between both of them extended, he started to imagine there might be more involved.

Flav and Lisa smiled wickedly at each other as Andy and Cass, as the Ocelot introduced herself, talked more and more to the extent that she stayed at Andy's place for over 20 minutes until one of her Co-Worker gently asked her to come back to help to prepare the next meal.

As she left, her tail softly toughed his, sending bolts of electricity up Andy's spine.

What is happening here?

The time seems to run way to fast on this 14 hour flight back from the republic foret and soon it was time to leave the plane. Andy and Cass have talked a lot during that time and learned, they had much in common and as it was time to leave she excused herself because she had much to do after the landing.

As Andy left the plane he shared one last glance with Cass and then went on toward the gate and was on his way home.

He walked like on clouds on his way out of the Zootopia International Airport and couldn't get rid of the smile over his lips.

After some time, just as he entered the bus back home, one terrifying thought came to his mind.

"I don't know her number or where she lives!!!"

This thought crushed him almost immediately cause he hoped to meet her again but without any contact information, his hopes were lost.

Or so he thought.

The next morning, Andy was still thinking about Cass. He thought about her cute smile, her beautiful laugh and her lovely sarcastic remarks. It has been so long than the last time he felt so at ease with anyone and realized that he not only liked her, he fell in love with her.

The realization hit him hard as he tried to never fall in love again after several bad memories but here he was, thinking about the most beautiful mammal in the whole world and getting more and more desperate because he might never will see her again.

It might be best he thought. There was no chance a mammal like her might actually be interested in a mammal like him.

Just as his thought started to get darker and darker he remembered what Flav the cat was telling him during the flight.

“Don't be afraid, Andy. It's pretty clear she likes you!”

“Yes and she is too shy to just tell you. Just as you, you dumb jaguar.” Lisa added.

“And if you let her go, you might regret it the rest of your life.” Flav finished his statement.

Andy knew, Flav was right. But now that she probably was far above the clouds again, what could he do? He did not want to give her up just yet.

Then he had an idea and got to his phone.

“I might just have read to many detective story but I hope you can help me with this.” he spoke

“Sure, all flight attendants have to be checked by law enforcement before starting their duty. I try to find what I can and contact you asap. I promise.” the female voice promised him.

“By the way, when will you get back to work again? RJ and Violet don't stop asking about you.”

“I'll be back next week.” was his laughing reply and after a few more minutes he finished the call.

Andy is a Kinder-gardener in Zootopia and met the unusual parents of a bunny and a fox kid during his work. He learned they were Police officers in Zootopia and quite well known as well. Over the time they became friends especially because their kids really liked him and often ask for Andy when he is not at work.

And now he noticed, that having friends in the police force can be very handy.

A few hours later he got a text message, with a few dates and times followed by a winking smiley, from Officer Judy Hopps.

What Andy held in his hands was the arrival-time of a flight from Zootopia Airways just three days away.

This is happening.

The waiting time was hell to him. He was thinking about how he should do this and what he might say or do. He was nervous and with each passing hour his nervousness grew further until he was on the brink of bursting.

When the day finally came he was a wreckage.

He got out of the house and walked toward the bus station near his flat. On his way he noticed a small flower-shop and decided to take a short stop there.

With that done there was nothing stopping him again and so he arrived at the airport one and a half hour before her plane would arrive.

He could barely breath as he waited and waited.

He was walking in circles always checking if her plane is on time or delayed and also to keep his mind occupied not to explode.

Then he noticed a bulk of mammals leaving the gate in front of him. A plane just must have arrived. He held his breath as he looked for the mammal of his dreams but it was not among the bulk that contained of business-mammals and tourists.

Of course, he thought, as a flight attendant she will leave the plane among the last mammals so he patiently waited.

Then an arrow hit his chest as he finally saw her. She was walking directly in his direction, dragging her luggage behind her and cheerfully chatting with other flight attendants next to her. As she was only a few meter away she finally noticed the big jaguar with a rose in his hand, that stood there like a frozen sculpture and recognized him immediately.

She froze in front of him unsure what to say. Her colleagues saw what was happening and also recognized Andy. They started to smile widely and told Cass, they would wait for her outside.

Now it was only Andy and Cass.

They stood there in silent for what felt like an eternity.

The first one to move was Andy. He slowly rose his right paw and waved to her.

“Hi Cass. I m....”

She didn't leave him finish his sentence as she let her luggage go, ran towards him and started to embrace the big jaguar.

“Gosh I thought I would never see you again!”

Her soft voice made his fur cringe as he returned her embrace.

“As did I but here we are. Cass, I love you!”

He couldn't believe what he just said, and prepared for the worst as she grabbed his shirt by the collar, dragged him down towards her and answered him with a kiss on his lips.

Whatever misfortune he encountered in his past, Andy knew, his future is looking bright.

Because he wont spend it alone.

Here you are, mi mariposa. I hope you like what I did :)

#valentines gift #i love you #mi mariposa

[amirdawar]

ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Name: Amir Yusuf Khan Dawar.

Nickname: None.

Birthday: August 1st.

Age: 36.

Gender: Male.

Place of Birth: Chelsea, London, United Kingdom.

Places Lived Since: Karachi, Pakistan. Riyadh and Dhahran, Saudi Arabia. Oxford, United Kingdom. Boston, New York, and LA, United States.

Current Residence: Knightsbridge, London, United Kingdom.

Nationality: British.

Parents’ Names: Fatima and Muhammad Khan Dawar.

Number of Siblings: One younger sister, Faiza.

Relationship With Family: Family is the most important thing to Amir, by far. I went into a lot more detail about their relationships here.

Happiest Memory: The birth of his first niece, Ayeza. It wasn’t that long ago, but in an extensive history of happy memories with his family, that probably stands out as the best. He loves that kid more than life itself.

Childhood Trauma: Amir was bullied pretty badly growing up. In KSA with his dad it wasn’t an issue, but whenever he returned to London to see his mom, the kids weren’t kind. At all. They didn’t like him because he was overweight, Muslim, nerdy... Different. It made him feel guilty because he loved to visit Faiza and his mother, but during extended trips, he’d always be wishing to go back to his dad so he could get away from them. It’s definitely stuck with him. I’m sure he’s mostly over the confidence issues now, but I think it definitely scarred him. Contributes to why he’s so driven and desperate to prove himself successful.

PHYSICAL:

Height: 5'10”

Weight: 160lbs.

Build: Athletic. Not built like a monster, but he works hard to look good.

Hair Color: Black.

Usual Hair Style: As long as it looks neat, he doesn’t really care.

Eye Color: Dark brown.

Glasses? Contacts?: Contacts. Very rarely wears his glasses in public.

Style of Dress/Typical Outfit(s): Seeing him without a suit is a rarity. Going to Savile Row with his father when he was young was a tradition. To this day, he won’t buy a business suit from anywhere else. Huntsman or William Westmancott is his preference.

Typical Style of Shoes: Can’t go wrong with a good pair of Oxfords.

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: No tattoos or piercings. Always wears something from his impressive watch collection, but no other jewelry.

Scars: Only two. One from having his appendix removed, and another on his wrist from being bitten by a snake as a kid.

Unique Mannerisms/Physical Habits: Cracks his knuckles all the time when he’s stressed. Occasionally just to annoy his mother.

Athleticism: Because his appearance was one of the things he got bullied about most, he worked very hard to change it when he got to university. That routine has stuck with him. He rowed for both Oxford and Harvard competitively, and still keeps up the practice when he has time. Is a good distance runner. Enjoys playing cricket, and polo; the latter of which is a huge social thing for his family when they’re all together in London.

Health Problems/Illnesses: Amir is a Type 1 Diabetic, and also has a really bad allergy to peanuts.

INTELLECT:

Level of Education: Very high. Was homeschooled for much of his time in Saudi Arabia, but was sent back to England to study economics at Oxford. He continued these studies at Harvard, where he eventually began working towards a Ph.D., before suspending it to start investing in property, instead. Amir hopes to return to it one day, and perhaps go into lecturing when he’s older and ready to slow down a bit.

Languages Spoken: Urdu and English are his joint first languages. His mother made sure that her children learned both growing up. Also speaks Arabic and French fluently. Is currently teaching himself Mandarin for business purposes.

Level of Self-Esteem: Medium. I don’t think he’s too full of himself, and his childhood still weighs on him a bit. But he doesn’t hate himself. He realizes that he has a lot of good qualities he can be proud of.

Gifts/Talents: Aside from a talent with his profession, nothing else. It’s a shame, because he loves music and wishes he could play an instrument, but he can’t pick it up for the life of him.

Mathematical?: Absolutely. The man is a genius with numbers.

Makes Decisions Based Mostly On Emotions, or On Logic?: Logic. People often think he comes across quite cold because of it.

Life Philosophy: Take responsibility, don’t make excuses.

Religious Stance: Raised Muslim. Was very observant when he lived in Saudi Arabia—obviously, and some of it has stuck with him—but when he returned to the UK for university, it slipped. His parents aren’t happy about it, but they’re also not the type to force strict religion on their son. That being said, he does make an effort to be involved with the traditions and holidays, and never drinks in front of his parents. He knows they appreciate it.

Cautious or Daring?: Daring when it comes to work. Can’t be cautious in business, or you’ll never get anywhere. In his personal life, though, I think he’s a lot more hesitant. Tends to overthink things more.

Most Sensitive About/Vulnerable To: I think his reputation is so hugely important to him, that bad press is one of the things that really gets to him. He can’t just let it roll off his back like the others. People trying to tear him down after how hard he’s worked upsets him. Family is a weak spot for him, too. Amir’s also sensitive to people bringing up his failed relationship with Lara, as it’s still an incredibly raw topic.

Optimist or Pessimist?: An optimist, but not naively so.

Extrovert or Introvert?: In business, extroverted, because that’s where he feels most comfortable. He has no problem taking charge and putting himself out there. Less so in social situations. He’s not shy or detached, but sometimes he needs a little prodding to let loose and get involved.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Current Relationship Status: Single.

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.

Past Relationships: The only two that are relevant are his first girlfriend, Lital Chadad, just because of how serious it was, and his ex-fiancée Lara, because he literally thought he would spend the rest of his life with her. When she cheated on him, it broke his heart, and he’s still genuinely distraught about it.

Primary Reason For Being Broken Up With: Doesn’t spend enough time with them.

Primary Reasons For Breaking Up With People: When they’re only in it for the money, which happens more often than he’d probably admit.

Ever Cheated?: No.

Been Cheated On: Yes. Multiple times by Lara.

Level of Sexual Experience: I mean, he’s not Damon, but he’s not Théo? Pretty high. (keeping this in, fight me.)

Story of First Kiss: On one of his trips back to London when he was around sixteen, a pretty girl from his sister’s tennis club had kissed him after one of their matches. Amir had thought he was so lucky, until he’d found out kissing him had been a forfeit for losing a bet. They’d laughed about it right in front of him. Stuck with him for a while.

Story of Loss of Virginity: It was with Lital on a drunken night out during the first few months of his time at Oxford. It was awkward, because he wasn’t exactly experienced on the girl front, and he certainly didn’t expect that she’d want to speak to him afterward, let alone ending up in a five-year-long relationship.

A Social Person?: I think so, generally, yes, though less so as of late; working to avoid his problems has also left him becoming slightly reclusive. I imagine he has quite a lot of friends. Doesn’t have trouble keeping them around, either. Though because he gets so busy, he’s fully aware that he needs to make more effort with certain people. That doesn’t mean that he doesn’t enjoy time on his own. I think he treasures those moments of peace in his crazy ass lifestyle.

Most Comfortable Around: Obviously his family. Also his best friends, Revati, Bashira and Ashraf.

Oldest Friend: Bashira bint Mahmoud al-Ghazi, who incidentally, is also one of his ex-girlfriends. A daughter of one of his father’s Saudi friends. Amir has known her for as long as he can remember. Ashraf Khan, another Saudi friend, follows in close second. They’re an inseperable trio.

How Does He Think Others Perceive Him?: Uptight. Too serious. Smug. A bit of a snob. Work-obsessed.

How Do Others Actually Perceive Him?: Probably about right.

SECRETS:

Life Goals: To find the perfect balance between life and work, like his father seems to have done. Not currently working out for him. 

Dreams: To eventually settle down and have a family of his own, though admittedly, I think he’s beginning to feel a bit hopeless on that front. I wonder if he thinks Lara was his last real chance, given that he’s getting older and has already wasted a considerable amount of time on dead-end/failed relationships.

Greatest Fears: Something bad happening to his family. Losing Lara. Loneliness. Being remembered for failure. Snakes.

Most Ashamed Of: How things ended with Lara. I think he probably blames himself. Wonders if maybe he’d tried a bit harder, she wouldn’t have gone to Théo.

Secret Hobbies: Cooking, though I don’t think he’s as good as he thinks he is. Working on it, for sure.

Crimes Committed (Was he caught? Charged?): Squeaky clean.

DETAILS/QUIRKS:

Night Owl or Early Bird?: Night owl, definitely.

Light or Heavy Sleeper?: Light sleeper, much to his frustration.

Favorite Animal: Fennec Foxes. Faiza had one growing up, and he was always jealous. Also tigers. Definitely tigers.

Favorite Food: Cheesecake, bitch. Also falafel. And dark chocolate.

Least Favorite Food: Tomatoes.

Favorite Book: One Thousand and One Nights

Least Favorite Book: Anything by Proust. Fuck Proust.

Favorite Movie: Ben-Hur.

Least Favorite Movie: Probably one of the terrible Bollywood movies Revati makes him sit through. Bad friend.

Favorite Song: Sympathy for the Devil – The Rolling Stones.

Favorite Sport: Cricket.

Coffee or Tea?: Tea. Always tea. Drown him in tea.

Crunchy or Smooth Peanut Butter?: Neither because death.

Type of Car He Drives: I mean, he drives all the cars, but his favorite is the Aston Martin DB11 that his father gifted him.

Lefty or Righty?: Left-handed.

Favorite Color: Green.

Cusser?: Occasionally. Usually only if he’s really annoyed, or exasperated. Not the kind of person to just curse for the sake of it.

Smoker? Drinker? Drug User?: Drinks—though not excessively—and only smokes then, rather than all of the time. Has never used any drugs.

Biggest Regret: Lara. All of it.

Pets: Since moving back to London, he actually decided to get a pet for the first time. It’s a service dog that can sense when his blood sugar is too low; something that happens a lot, since he’s been so focused on work to try and forget about his clusterfuck of a life. He’s a golden retriever named Raza.

#character development #didn't have to change as much as i thought but here it is for anyone who wants to use it!