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FOOLS - PART II

CORIOLANUS SNOW X CAPITOL!READER

note: continuing to use the mars family name for reader, but different storyline than tolerate it. i recommend listening to fleetwood mac’s “storms” while reading :)

PART I // PART II // PART III

summary: only fools would fall for coriolanus snow, and you’re the biggest fool of them all.

wc: 7.5k (she’s a long one)

tw: smut, pet names, curse words

Coriolanus had kept his promise, and that next morning, you awoke to the sounds of Coryo’s small snores and the chirping of birds outside.

You raked your nails through his soft curls, now a little messy from his deep slumber. He lightly stirred, and you giggled, he was so pretty with half his face smashed into your pillow, back to the ceiling and one arm tucked securely around your waist. You could really get used to this.

“A photo will last longer,” Coryo’s hoarse voice cuts through the silence, catching you staring at him. “You’re just so pretty,” you smile, “how could I not stare?”

He gives your hip a tight squeeze, causing you to giggle.

“Goodmorning, gorgeous,” he murmurs, sitting up and placing a kiss on your temple.

“Goodmorning,” you chirp back, watching as he rises from the bed, removing his top. He throws it to the floor, and then pulls off his socks, going for his pants next.

“Woah, steady tiger!” you joke, earning a chuckle from him.

“Just going to shower. Would love if you’d join me,” he smirks, lust dripping from his words.

“Normally you know I wouldn’t decline, but we have to be down at the Academy at 9… or well, you have to be at the Academy…” your situation still hadn’t completely settled yet, you were disappointed to be taken out of the competition, but you couldn’t fathom meeting an end like Arachne’s.

Coryo nods, “I’m sorry, darling. I’ll win for you,” he winks, opening your en-suite bathroom door and stepping into the room.

You decide you’ll go get him a clean uniform from your elder brother, Perseus’s, room; he graduated two years ago, so his uniform was still in crisp condition, and he and Coryo shared the same muscular, broad frame.

Percy was a Major in the Peacekeepers, currently probably keeping people in line in District 1. He hadn’t been home since his graduation two years ago, except for the brief visits during the holidays or someone’s birthday. Duty calls, as your father would proudly claim when describing Percy.

It was still early, but you knew that your father was awake, no doubt. Probably sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee and the newspaper in his hands.

Luckily for you, Percy’s room was directly across the hallway from yours, a straight-shot.

You scurried across, shuffling around in his closet, the bright red uniform sticking out compared to his rather black and blue wardrobe.

Percy was a tad bit taller than Coryo, but it would do for one day. Coryo didn’t have time to go home, and if he walked down wearing an Academy uniform, your father was sure to believe he arrived this morning. He wouldn’t be too pleased knowing he spent the night.

You pulled the uniform off its respected hanger, took a pair of socks, and then some dress shoes from the floor of his closet. Percy could spare a pair, after all, he had about 20 pairs of identical shoes.

You opened his door, ready to exit the room, looking up to meet the suspicious eyes of your older sister, Persephone.

Where you and Percy were close and told each other almost everything, you and Persephone were distant and hardly trusted each other. Never since she ratted you out years ago for hiding a bottle of posca under your bed.

“Why were you in Percy’s room?” she questions, words like daggers.

You roll your eyes, but fear begins to creep into your body.

You have the uniform in your arm which is hidden by Percy’s door, the only thing visible are the extra pair of dress shoes, hanging from your hand.

“Why do you have his shoes?” she sneers, finally noticing the footwear.

You ignore her, finally pushing past, the uniform meeting her gaze. Her eyes narrow, trying to connect the dots on why you’d need a male’s Academy Uniform.

“I’m going to cut up the fabric and make some bows, you know I need some new ones. And I’m going to mail the shoes to Percy, he wrote to me requesting them,” the lies were mediocre, at best. You had more than enough money to go out and buy some new bows, and you have Avoxes who could easily make them for you. For the shoes, Percy didn’t wear shoes other than the ones that paired with his uniform, but Persephone never paid enough attention to him to know that.

You get lucky, and Persephone doesn’t question you further, nose up in the air as she continues down the hall, the sound of her loafers echoing off the walls as she continues down the hall.

Finally back in the safety of your four walls, you let out a sigh of relief, throwing the clothing onto the now made bed, and the shoes onto the floor.

The Avoxes must have come in while you were gone. You were suddenly very thankful that they couldn’t talk, meaning they wouldn’t be able to snitch.

You hear the shower turn off, the cease of the sound of water. Coryo comes out next, just a towel tied around his waist. You have to keep yourself back from drooling, watching water droplets fall down his chest.

His hand rakes through his hair, his curls dripping water onto your expensive rug.

“I got you one of Percy’s old uniforms, and some shoes,” you explain, bashfully, feeling his eyes all over your body.

You were dressed in your silk pajamas from last night, a rose-pink tank top and little shorts, suddenly feeling very exposed under Coryo’s gaze.

“Quick, dress. Cook made breakfast, you can get something before you have to leave for the Academy,” you usher him towards the outfit, picking up his clothing from before, quickly bringing them to the laundry basket in your closet.

“I’ll have them washed and bring them to you later, and don’t worry about returning the uniform or shoes,” you throw a smile over your shoulder at him, flipping through your clothing options for the day.

“Y/N, I will return them,” he shakes his head. You know he hates to accept help, but you love him. And when you love someone, you help them.

“Seriously, Coryo. Percy is gone, and he’s graduated, so it's not like he needs it anyways. He has plenty of shoes, he won’t miss one pair,”

Coryo looks down at the shoes, last season's best design, straight out of the box it seems. To most people, your family's money would be intimidating, but not to Coriolanus. He strived to be able to support you the way your father does, to be able to buy you the things that your father buys you now.

Not willing to press the issue further, he pulls on the outfit, fitting relatively perfect except for the extra length in the sleeves and pants, but no one will notice. He slips on the fresh socks and Percy’s fine shoes, fitting like a glove.

You pull on a simple pair of white form-fitting pants, a white long-sleeve blouse that has a large bow in the front, and some dark navy-blue pumps that accentuate your long legs.

Coryo’s eyes take over your now more conservatively-dressed body, pausing to stare at the way the slightly-too-tight pants hug the curves of your ass perfectly, and the top of your cleavage that peeks out in the opening of the bow.

“Alright, you go down first, that way my father won’t assume you’ve been up here this whole time,”

Coryo smirks while nodding, he wants everyone to know you’re his, but the public displays will have to wait until you’re out of your penthouse.

Coryo leaves, giving you a quick kiss to your lips before exiting.

After a few seconds, you follow suite, hearing the conversation flowing from the kitchen.

Coryo is standing next to the kitchen table when you enter, hand on his chest as he laughs over one of your fathers (probably not very funny) jokes.

You walk over, placing your hand on the outside of Coryo’s arm, leaning down to peck your father’s cheek.

“Goodmorning, shining star. Did you sleep well?” he asks, taking a quick sip from his cup of coffee.

“Always do, daddy. Good morning to you as well, Coriolanus,” you smile, catching the glint in Coryo’s eye as he nods back to you.

“Coriolanus here was just telling us how he stopped by say good morning, darling. How caring,” your mother swoons, placing her hands over her heart.

“That is very considerate, thank you,” you look back to him, hand still on his arm.

Persephone, sat in between your mother and father, looks down to where the two of you are touching, eyes flitting down to see Percy’s old shoes on Coriolanus’s feet, and connecting the dots as to why you really needed his old uniform.

She catches your eye, and shakes her head, and you know you’re caught. But you’re not scared of her, not anymore. You slightly lift your head, showing your defiance.

“Alright, I’m going to run some errands and go find a dress for the opera later, daddy,”

“Okay, darling. Once again, it was splendid to see you, young Snow.”

Coriolanus returns the compliment, following you as you head for the front coat closet, retrieving your old fox fur coat, the sharp orange contrasting with the dark blue in your shoes. You throw your navy bag over your shoulder and guester for Coryo to exit first, extending your hand to the door.

“Y/N!” Persephone is marching down the hall. You urge Coryo to continue, assuring him that you’ll be right behind him.

“Are you mad?” she sneers, face mere inches away from your own.

“What are you on about now, Persephone?” you roll your eyes, ready to escape from your neurotic sister.

“I will play dumb this one time, Y/N. But I know the Snow family just as well as you do. And Coriolanus Snow is a cunning, deceitful boy. Only a fool would allow themselves to fall for him, let alone help him.” she shook her head, placing a hand tenderly on your shoulder.

“Don’t be a fool, Y/N,”

You shoved her hand away, taking a step back away from her.

“You just don’t know him the way I do, Persephone. Mind your own business.”

With that, you turned on your heel, slamming the front door behind you.

The bell rings out as you enter Fabricia Whatnot’s shop, Tigris quickly pulling you into her arms.

You had asked her to design your dress, knowing there was no one more suited for the job than Tigris Snow.

“Oh, Y/N, you are just going to play so beautifully! I’ve been so excited all week, telling all the clients how lucky I am to know the artist herself!”

You blushed, shaking your head. “You flatter me,”

She tuts, pulling you over to the small platform, gesturing for you to stand up on it, and slip on the dress hanging in front of the mirror.

It was beautiful, long and a deep scarlet red. It was sleeveless, and a ballgown, large billows of fabric falling out from the cinched waist. A large bow sat at the back, right on your waist and above your bum, the tails of the bow flowing down to the floor, creating a train. Bows were your signature touch on every item you wore, you made sure of it.

“Oh, Tigris,” you murmured as she helped you step into the dress, pulling it up your perfectly sculpted curves.

She smiled, zipping up the backs, the hidden corset within the dress hugging you tight, accentuating your hips and waist. It billowed out perfectly, showcasing your cleavage strategically, leaving enough to the imagination while showing off what you were assessed with. The dress glimmered in the bright lights of the shop, making you shine like a star.

Once she was satisfied with her work, Tigris pulled back, hands covering her mouth in awe.

“You look like a princess,” she complimented, watching you twist and turn in the mirror, smiling as you took yourself in.

“You are fabulous, Tigris. This dress is everything I wanted and more,” you pull her in for a hug, endless thanks falling from your lips.

She helps you out of the design, and packs it into a gown bag for you to bring home.

As you pay for the dress, she makes light conversation, asking, “Have you seen Coryo recently? He disappeared last night to check on Lucy Gray and hasn’t returned home since.”

You feel like you’ve been hit by a rebel bomb when the words leave her mouth, brain failing to place the pieces together.

Did he see her before he came to you? Or did he once again sneak from your bed to visit his pitiful songbird?

You composed yourself, not willing to be embarrassed in front of his cousin.

“I walked him to the Academy this morning, and then made my way over here. He seemed perfectly normal,” you stated, when deep down you wanted to rip all of the curls off of his perfect head.

Tigris sighs in relief, handing you the gown bag.

“I’ll see you later. You’ll perform wonderfully, I know it,” you smile at her compliment, bidding goodbye, while a silent fire rages within your belly.

The ride home is short, and soon you’re hanging up the marvelous dress in your walk-in closet, bare feet against the cold marble tiles.

For your recital, you had decided on one simply instrumental piece, and then one where you sang. You were nervous, though you had been practicing for ages. You had sang while playing at a few parties, but when you were a guest, people never paying much to you. This time, all the attention would be on you, and you had to make sure this performance was perfect.

Usually in the Capitol, the only successful singers were those who sang in the opera, but you had a rich and smooth voice, one that many would die for. The original song you had picked to sing was a classic, one that everyone would be expecting and familiar with.

But you now decided that you wanted to stand out, give them something they aren’t expecting. It would either be detrimental or skyrocketing, and you were choosing to believe it would be the latter.

You tried to calm your ever-present nerves, smoothing your hands onto the front of your gorgeous dress, toying with the massive sapphire stones on your ears. A matching necklace hung deep from your neck, into your cleavage. They were your mothers, a token of pure beauty and wisdom, something you were hoping would come to you.

You needed to calm down. Stress never mixed well with your mind. You had decided on a song; it was from the old world. Something all the guests sitting before you had most likely never heard. It was soulful, slow, and emotional. You hoped you would pull a few heartstrings, maybe get some audience members to cry. With your voice, nothing was unlikely.

Coriolanus had been rushing around backstage for the past few minutes, wanting to steal you for a few moments alone. He wanted to wish you luck, not having seen you since you walked him to the Academy days ago.

He felt like you were avoiding him, the Avoxes not letting him into your home, you only speaking to Clemmie and Sejanus at school…he was confused about what he could have possibly done, questioning Tigris and Sejanus, but neither could decipher it themselves.

He had asked various staff members where you were, all giving different answers. It was like you told them not to tell him where you were.

Finally, he rounded a corner, eyes settling on your back.

He gawked at the dress, practically eye-fucking you. Your hair was in long curls down your back, and as you turned to face him, he saw a deep red color on your lips, matching the shade of your dress.

The last person you wanted to see was Coriolanus, but as your eyes settle on his piercing blue ones, you know you’re in for it.

You stay put, unwavering as he strides up to you, eating you up with his eyes.

“You are the most marvelous thing I have ever seen,” he compliments, going in for a kiss, expectant lips meeting your cold cheek.

He is taken aback, confidence slightly faltering as you cross your arms against your chest, eyes on his – or should you say Percy’s – shoes, the ones you had given him before you knew him as the traitor he is.

He watched as you looked in every direction but his, trying your hardest not to give into his gaze.

He takes your face in his hands, moving your head so your eyes meet his, anger burning in the back of your pupils. You had been pushing yourself away from him the past few days, as it was clear Lucy Gray demanded all his time and attention.

“Not with your songbird?” you sneer out, venom seeping from your words. Coriolanus’s eyes narrow as he realizes that this is what the avoidance has been about.

“Darling, I already told you that she means nothing to me. Less than nothing, she is district. I am to take care of her if she is supposed to win, don’t let it get to you,” he is soft with his words, care laced within every consonance.

You want to believe him, you really do, but it seems his words don’t match up with his actions.

“Once you can show me you truly mean your words, I will listen. Besides, I think it’s time for you to take your seat, Mr. Snow. The show is about to start.”

Coryo is raging as he makes his way back to the box seats you provided him, sitting back in the seat between Grandma’am and your mother. Your words were replaying in his mind, not understanding how you couldn’t see that you were all he wanted. Not some flamboyant little girl from District 12.

He knew, deep down, that Lucy Gray was becoming important to him. He tried to deny it, but he couldn’t. The more time he spent with her, he began to sympathize with her, trying to ease her pain as much as possible.

The thick, dark green curtains covering the ornate stage pulled back, revealing a black glossy grand piano, likely a fortune, and you sat on the adjacent bench, your dress billowing out from your back. It was gorgeous. Your mother turned to compliment Tigris’s work, as well did Persephone. It was the most beautiful dress that had ever been crafted in Panem.

Coriolanus watched with adoration as your fingers delicately danced across the black and white keys of the piano, playing the original piece perfectly. The audience watched in awe, a beautiful girl playing a piano even more beautifully. It was captivating, how someone so gentle and caring could play such a dramatic piece, a song with such emotion that it brought tears to many people’s eyes. You chose this particular piece on purpose, it was one that Coriolanus had asked for you to write years ago, when the two of you were just close friends who messed around in your family’s music room.

He froze still, the notes going straight to his nervous system, setting him into overdrive. You were performing for him, and he couldn’t decide if it was the most romantic thing he had ever seen, or the most infuriating. You had just been chastising him, but now you were playing his song, the one you wrote for him.

The song became fast, striking. People would be talking about this piece for weeks, it would be drilled into young students' minds the next time they sat on a similar bench. On the program they had given everyone when they entered, named the song “A Snow Waltz”. You could not have been more obvious if you tried, and the idea of having a song written and named after him sent Coriolanus spiraling, wanting to kiss the sense out of you that very moment.

He sat in disbelief as the elaborate tune turned into something slower, something more calculated.

Then you began to sing, and he knew he was done for.

“Every night that goes between, I feel a little less,”

The audience sat upright, eyes wide as they ingested your words, ones that Coriolanus knew you had pored over for weeks, trying to find the most fitting song for your relationship. And based on the first two lines, he wasn’t feeling overly pleased with your song of choice.

“As you slowly go away from me, this is only another test,”

And then he understood. This isn't a love ballad. You weren’t professing your love for him in the most public way possible… you were claiming it back.

“Every night you do not come, your softness fades away,”

The emotion in your voice is strong and compelling, anyone who is listening can sense the sorrow in your words, the pain you must have endured.

Coriolanus now knows that he has caused this pain. He is the reason for the best performance the Capitol has seen in a long time.

“Is there anything left to say? Every hour of fear I spend, my body tries to cry, living through each empty night, a deadly call inside,”

He looks around, engrossed faces all around him. Grandma’am’s eyes are glossed over, and Tigris is dabbing the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. Your father is holding your mother’s hand, tight. Sejanus is upright, eyes wide and lips slightly parted.

“I haven’t felt this way I feel, since many a years ago. But in those years and the lifetime passed, I did not deal with you, I know.”

Your voice ceases, a lovely piano piece following your words, giving Coryo a chance to finally digest what he’s just heard. You’re professing great fondness for someone, admitting that the relationship is fading away, running its course.

Your voice faintly picks back up, adding in a few lyrics to compliment the complex piano piece.

“She said, ‘Every night he will break your heart’, I should’ve known from the first, I’d be the broken hearted”

Coryo’s chest is tight. You look up and out to the crowd, eyes falling onto his. He sees the emotion, the sadness. He knows that it’s his fault, and could’ve prevented it.

“I loved you from the start, and now not all the prayers in the world, could save us, oh save us,”

The piano begins to slightly fade, and you stand from the bench, dress flowing as you make your way to the middle of the stage, bowing for the now standing and cheering audience, bouquets of flowers thrown to your feet.

As you take your bow, your eyes are back on him, but this time, his hold the emotion.

The show was a success, a vibrant grin across your beautiful face as you flitted around to greet all the guests. Various old family friends, distant relatives, even some of your professors at the Academy.

After the performance, your parents find you first, kisses pressed to your cheek, and comforting hugs as tears slip from your mother’s eyes.

“Panem hasn’t seen talent like yours in forever, darling.” Your father speaks, pride sparkling behind his eyes, bearing the same color as your own.

You blush, nodding at his words, accepting his compliment.

You break from them, finding the Plinth’s next. Sejanus gives you a kiss on each cheek, rambling about how your talent must have been given to you from the stars above.

You giggle, letting him and his mother rain down on you with millions of compliments, all more enchanting than the last.

“Thank you for being here, Mr. And Mrs. Plinth. It means so much,” you nod, taking Mrs. Plinth’s hands into yours.

“Darling, believe me when I say you’ve just done something the Capitol hasn’t seen in decades. You will be more talk than the games, that’s for sure,”

And with a kiss to your temple, Serbo Plinth walks away, Sejanus and his mother trailing.

The room that all the guests were brought in after was a large room; high ceilings, a plush (likely expensive) rug, rows of tables with regal chairs, and various portraits of Panem’s most prominent leaders and talents up on the walls.

You spotted the portrait of your father and Serbo Plinth easily, it was the largest in the room, other than the Presidential portrait. It was commissioned after the war, to show how your father and Mr. Plinth had been the greatest allies throughout the war, proving true to the president.

You were sat at the center table, where everyone could come over to speak to you, or watch as you ate. Your fathers portrait hung above your seat, a silent expression of how the most successful in Panem continued to produce the best, and only the best.

You looked at who would be sitting next to you, your father on your left, and Sejanus on your right. You were happy with that, you would speak to Sejanus through dinner, ask him how the games were going.

You hadn’t been paying much attention to the mentorships after your dismissal, hearing bits and pieces from Clemensia during school. They had a small meeting, gathering information about their respective tribute.

Excusing yourself quickly, despite the table still being empty as the guests continued to make conversation, you slipped through the crowds and went to the ladies room.

You touched up on your makeup, and quickly returned back to the table. To your surprise, Coryo was now sitting in the seat that was labeled for Sejanus.

You tried your hardest to act nonchalant as you sat back down, your father acknowledging your presence was a small pat on the knee, and then he turned back to Mr Plinth on his other side. Sejanus was now across the table from you, all sorts of different food items piled high on his fine china plate.

Coryo’s eyes were burning into the side of your face, you could feel his harsh gaze. In all honesty, you were quite scared to turn to him. Your song was compassionate, and your deliverance of it was in the most public possible way. The best from the Capitol watching it in person, and everyone through the districts watching it on the soon-to-be Hunger Games broadcasting screens.

You were the Gem of Panem, their princess. This had secured your place in society, you had established yourself among the most brilliant, the commanders, the leaders. You were proud of yourself.

Criolanus stood from the table, going to gather food onto his plate. You hoped he would gather lots; it was all paid for by your father, and Coriolanus needed to eat. You always worried about him, even if you weren’t happy with him.

He returned, plate piled up, like you hoped, and you accidentally slipped a small smile, a tiny corner of your mouth going up in happiness.

Coryo caught it. He was always able to catch even the faintest changes in your expressions and demeanor.

Once he had taken his seat, and loud conversation engulfed the room, you finally spoke.

“I thought Sejanus was meant to be sat there,” you take a small bite of steamed carrots.

“Last minute change, I suppose,” Coryo lightly shrugs his shoulders, turning his head to get a better look at you.

“Mhm,” you breathe out, blush tickling your cheeks ever so lightly.

“You played beautifully out there. And your voice, well, it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard. Why didn’t you tell me you’d be singing?” Is that… hurt behind his words? You turn to look at him, eyes finally meeting, and you swear you see the faintest stain of tear tracks on his cheeks, filling your stomach with fulfillment.

“Well, you’d been too busy. I didn’t want to burden you while you save your songbird,” you try your hardest to mask the words, but you know he can hear the venom and jealousy peeking out from behind them.

He doesn’t look smug, no, he looks hurt. Extremely hurt.

“Y/N,” he breathes out, placing his barely used fork onto the table.

“I know you visited her the night that you came to me.” You whisper, composure starting to crumble.

All he does is nod, proving your accusation to be true. You lightly slouch at his silence, so that was his response? He has nothing else to say? “Is that all you have to say?” you whisper, you knew if you tried to speak any louder your voice would crack, giving your emotion away.

“What is there to say, Y/N? You played our song up there, The Snow Waltz. You sang a song about our relationship, one where the words insinuated that you had once loved me but my betrayal was too strong. Help me understand you, Y/N, how could I possibly respond to that?” He was closer to you now, downcast faces mere inches away.

To any onlooker, you two would look like a few teenagers who had deep set feelings for each other, feelings that must be voiced at that very second.

You had a feeling that he would be upset with your song choices, that it would hit him deep in the chest, give him the same feeling that he had recently been giving you.

“I played your song because I love you. And then I sang that song because I want you to know that I don’t feel loved by you.”

Coriolanus feels as if a blow has gone straight to his gut, knife clattering as he accidentally drops it on the table.

His eyes are hard, unreadable. But they’re glossy, the only part that is giving him away. You read him better than any other person, and he knows this.

He stands up, chair screeching as it pushes out behind him. You watch with wide eyes, staring up at him. He spares you one last solemn look, a slight shake of his head, before he is storming off, down the isles of tables and through hundreds of guests, straight to the doors.

You feel possessed, your feet pulling you up and forcing you after him, feeling as if they have a mind of their own. Everyone is silenced now, eyes following your every move. The young, beautiful, and talented Mars girl chasing the abrasive, orphaned, tarnished Snow boy.

“Fool,” Persephone mutters under her breath, shaking her head.

You find Coryo in the empty lobby, no one but you and him.

He is pacing, hands in his hair, mumbles of inaudible words spilling from his perfect lips, you want to scream at him. Scream at him for showing up before the performance, scream at him for leaving your dinner. You want to scream at him for leaving your bed to see Lucy Gray, for telling you he loves you and then going and proving to do the opposite.

“Coriolanus,” you announce your presence, slow steps up to his brooding figure as he ceases his pacing, eyebrows twisting together.

He first ignores you, going and taking a seat on the golden bench beside the entrance for the auditorium.

You walk over, perching next to him. He timidly reaches a hand out, laying it onto the red dress, smoothing down the thick material.

“You assume the worst in me, Y/N.” he shakes his head, light amusement behind his words.

“I already told you what I believe, Coriolanus. You tell me beautiful words, give me special moments. But you then contradict yourself, going back to her. I know you need to win the prize, I know, I know, but I love you. And you’re supposed to love me. And when you love someone, you don’t abandon them for another person,” tears brim on your eyes, threatening to spill out and ruin your flawless makeup.

“I love you, more than anything in the entire planet, Y/N. Can’t you see that I am helping Lucy Gray to win because that prize ensures I can give us the future that we deserve. The future you deserve…I want to give that to you. To be able to continue to live your life as luxuriously as you do now. Dresses, jewelry, pianos. Anything you would ever want.” His voice is soft, wavering.

You stare at him, lips slightly parted, not expecting him to voice his deepest insecurities.

“I don’t care about all those things, Croyo…” you murmur, grabbing his hands in his lap.

“Darling, I just watched you play the most highly acclaimed piano concert that Panem has seen in decades. You are a spectacle, a performer. You love your piano, and your dresses, and all the things that make you pretty, the things that make you shine. You are meant to be a star.” his voice drips with desperation, embarrassment. He thinks the life he lives now isn’t good enough for you.

“I need Lucy Gray to win so that I can give you the life full of luxury that you deserve. So that I can buy you a new piano every year, a new ruby ring every birthday. Darling, it’s all for you.” his hands come up, cupping your face. They are soft, rubbing your skin.

“Love me, Coriolanus. Show me that you can.”

With that, he grips your jaw, hard, and yanks you into him, a small whimper falling from your lips. He is rough, pent up anger finally spilling out. “I love you,” he murmurs out, kissing your chin. “I love you,” he’s now on your neck, sucking as hard as he can, being sure to leave marks. “I love you, more than anyone else,”

He’s standing, pulling you up with him, his hands moving down to your biceps, lips back on top of yours, pulling you into the coat room.

He locks the door behind you two, pressing you against it.

His leg slotted between yours, keeping you pressed tight against the doorframe. His lips continued their vicious attack against your neck and collarbones, tongue gliding across the prominent bone.

You watched as he slowly trailed further down your body, getting onto his knees. He pulled back from your skin, watched from below as you panted, trying to catch your breath. With a final smirk, he flipped up your skirt and disappeared under the hem, hiking one of your knees over his shoulder.

Your breath hitched as you felt his hot breath over your clothed pussy, head falling back against the mahogany as he trailed a calloused finger over the red lace, cock twitching at the sound of your light moan.

His fingers toy with the lace, before ripping it off your legs, you hear the lingerie tear.

“Coryoooo,” you whine, upset that he just ruined your brand new panties.

“I’ll get you some new ones, darling,” he promises, throwing the disheveled garment to some corner of the closet. He grins, knowing some Avox will find the star performers panties sometime later tonight, and know she was fucked in the coat closet.

Before you have time to prepare yourself, Coryo is licking a strip up your folds, and then his mouth is sucking on your bud, whimpers falling from your lips, your hands digging into the wooden walls of the room.

Your head is thrown back in pleasure, Coryo lapping you up, his lips ravenging you at an unbearable speed, pressure begging to brew in your stomach.

He knows the easiest way to get you undone is to give you head, and lucky you, he loved to do it.

His one hand squeezing the fat in your ass, kneading the sensitive skin.

You moan, loudly, when his tongue starts to circle around your clit, and he squeezes your ass extra hard: a warning.

The burning sensation in your core continues as he enters two fingers, pumping in and out of you at a relentless pace. Though you can’t see him, you know that he is smirking, hearing you fall apart above him.

Finally, the mix of his two fingers, tongue, and thumb rubbing circles around your clit causes you to finally come undone, legs shaking as Coryo drinks up all the juices you spill. His rough hands hold your legs up, and soon he’s out from under the dress, lips quick to attach to yours, making you taste all of your juices on his tongue.

He pulls away and smiles at you, “I love you,” he whispers, brushing your hair from in front of your face, fingers delicate and soft.

“I love you,” you smile, lightly melting into his touch.

“Can I fuck you now?” he smirks, a mischievous glint to eyes, fingers rubbing your jaw. “Please, pretty thing? I’ll show you just how much I love you…I’ll fuck it into you,”

His lips are re-attacking your neck, hands pulling down the zipper of your beautiful dress.

“When I’m president,” he pants out, your hands tangled in his hair, humming,

“I’m hanging this dress up for everyone to see, the most beautiful dress ever worn,” he finished, attacking your lips with his own. He’s sure your lipstick is smeared across his chin, likely off the corners of his lips. He doesn’t care, everyone should know that you’re his. He is the one who gets to kiss you, gets to fuck you.

He helps you step out of it, gently placing it over a near chair, not wanting to ruin the masterpiece.

“In fact, I’ll have a whole wing dedicated to you, my love. It’ll have dresses, coats, portraits..” you shut him up sucking on the sweet spot under his right ear, knowing it turns him on the most.

And you are right, watching him tear off his black coat and shred off his slacks, left in his boxers and white button down. He pulls you back into him, watching with lust blown pupils as your perfectly painted fingernails unbutton all the way down the shirt. You help him remove it, discarding it to the pile of his other clothing.

Then, his boxers are tugged down, carelessly kicked off, and he’s back to you, pressing you harder into the wall.

He tells you to jump, and you oblige, legs wrapped around his hips as he lines himself up with you. “Just one more, princess,” he mewls, noticing your sudden nervousness. You nod, knowing Coryo would stop if you became too overstimulated.

You dig your head into his shoulder, biting the hard skin as he pushes in, your pussy taking him so perfectly that he almost passes out.

The two of you hadn’t had sex in weeks. Sure, you had done other things, but you hadn’t done the thing that ties two people so closely together, barring ever single part of themselves.

His hands are secure around your ass, moving you in synchronization while he relentlessly continues to bottom out in you.

“Coryo,” you moan, slightly muted by it being said deep into his shoulder.

“Taking me so well, baby,” he groans, feeling himself slowly untie. You feel the same sensation, his dick hitting your sweet spot so perfectly with every thrust.

You wrap an arm around his shoulders, and then move your free hand down between the two of you, massaging circular motions to your clit.

Coryo goes even faster, earning whines and various other noises from your lips, beginning to squirm from the sensitivity.

“Come for me, darling,” he says, eyes following your every movement. You begin to massage faster, head falling back against the mahogany door as his thrusts become sloppier.

The two of you come undone at the same time, Coryo lightly leaning against your body, slipping out before delicately dropping your leg.

He makes sure you’re able to stand up before walking away, gathering your dress, and helping you step back into it. He ties the corset, and then the zipper.

He slips back into his outfit, pulling up the slacks and sliding his feet into the shoes. You button up his top, and smooth down the collar. You go to run your fingers through his now slightly tangled curls, making them look as perfectly curled as they were when he arrived to the show.

Finally, he gets down on one knee, holding your heels. You prop a bare foot onto his knee, looking down at him with lust-blown pupils, swollen lips, your hair slightly messy and smudged lipstick. How he got so lucky, he has no idea.

He slides the expensive heel delicately onto your foot, like he’s scared of hurting you. As he begins to buckle it close, he cuts the silence.

“I love you, Y/N Mars. I love everything about you. Your voice, your eyes, your spirit. I love your dedication, your talent that so very few possess. I love how you care for me, and make sure I’m alright, always bringing me whatever I need. They say that love can arise from the most unsuspecting of places, and in my case, that was you. As a child, I would trail you like a lost puppy, always seeking your validation, some sort of indication that you saw me, knew me. I know we’ve had our initial clashes, loud, aggressive fights in the middle of class or in lunch, and I know you don’t always listen to me, and I don’t always listen to you, but you see me differently than anyone else, you see a side of me that I don’t know to anyone else. And amongst the original animosity, I found myself drawn to you, seeking your approval. The deeper I got to know you, the more I began to fall for you. Everything I’ve done, every person I’ve hurt, it’s all been for you. And now, here I am, professing my undying love for you. Love that will burn for as long as I live, as long as you’re by my side.”

You are speechless, mouth agape, Coriolanus’s glossy eyes raking over all your features. You were bewildered, wondering how something so romantic could come out of a man’s mouth who was simply doing-up your shoes.

He is still down on one knee, and once he’s finished your other shoe, you pull him up, arms winding tightly around his waist.

His large hands rub your back, holding you as close as possible. You dig your face into his chest, his chin atop your head.

A slight sniffle, and then you murmur out, “I love you, Coriolanus. I don’t know how I could’ve doubted you.” Persephone’s words echo in the back of your head, over and over again, “fool”.

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writethebodyelectric · 2 months

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Prima Nocta

A John F. Kennedy Fanfiction

Summary: When the daughter of a Rat Pack singer wants some romantic experience, she turns to President John F. Kennedy, a friend of her father’s, for help.

Warnings: 18+, smut (occasional dubious consent), angst, infidelity, antiquated ideas of sex/marriage, swearing, 22-year age gap

Word Count: 3k

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You’d been sitting on the edge of the bed for exactly 12 minutes and 47 seconds, your eyes twitching ceaselessly between the little white clock on the nightstand and the round-top bedroom door, when finally, the doorknob started to turn. The brass glinted in the silver-blue moonlight beaming through the sliding glass wall behind you. You felt your tongue dry out and stiffen in your mouth like a towel in the sun.

John Kennedy—or “Jack,” as he’d once told you to call him—stepped into the room, materializing out of the pitch-blackness of the hallway. “Hello there,” he said. With that charming New England accent, he pronounced “there” like “they-ah,” and beneath your heart’s frantic sparking and sputtering, a little spot deep in your gut groaned with affection.

“Hello,” you said in return. You were locked practically motionless in the dark searchlights of his sleepy gaze as he guided the door shut behind him.

His shoes clicked on the wooden floor as he began striding slowly towards you. You cleared your throat and pushed yourself to speak again: “Thank you for meeting me.”

“Why, it’s my pleasure,” he said as his shadowy shoulders blocked out more and more of the floral wallpaper around you. The sharp, forest-y scent of his cologne made your nostrils feel cool and crisp. Your hands tightened their grip on each other where they lay folded in your lap.

Jack’s mouth twisted into a gentle smirk as he swayed to a stop right in front of you and brought one of his big hands to cup the underside of your chin, his long callused fingers curling up around your head. Instantly, your spine twinged with the urge to pull backward and away, but you clenched your stomach and held yourself still. You wanted this, you reminded yourself as you gazed up at Jack through mascara-caked eyelashes. You can’t be chicken now.

“I have to admit,” Jack said then, with a huffing chuckle, “that I’m frankly a little surprised at your timing.” He sounded staticky and distant over the dizzying clang of your heart against your ribs. “I can’t help but feel guilty, uh—” (his eyes flicked briefly to the side, seemingly searching for the right word) “—spoiling you for your husband,” he continued. “Poor kid’s had the patience of a saint.”

You felt your throat press against his warm palm as you swallowed. He surely thought you were some sort of lunatic for waiting until the week before your wedding to finally dial that number his secret service agent had slipped through your fingers at Frank Sinatra’s birthday party, which was almost half a year ago now. But there was, actually, a perfectly reasonable explanation. At least, you thought so.

You could’ve explained to Jack how your future husband Jimmy, the world-famous heartthrob singer you’d been practically betrothed to since we were children and who you were marrying in just 7 days (the tabloids had been very generous in making sure every single person in America was aware of this fact—including the president, apparently), was secretly homosexual and had no intention of ever being romantic with you. The feeling was perfectly mutual, of course; you both saw each other as more of siblings than anything else. But, naturally, that still did nothing whatsoever to satisfy your ever-burning desire to find someone who could help you simulate the fairytale wedding night you’d always hopelessly dreamt about—one where, in a pink haze of passion, you’d finally hand over your virginity and roll around in the sheets till the sun came up with someone who was masculine and dashing and strong.

But, obviously, you could never betray Jimmy by telling anyone any of that. However, you also weren’t content to just waste away at home while Jimmy got to enjoy his revolving door of classified lovers, so you would just have to settle for Jack assuming you were some kind of newly-emerging sex-crazed adulteress—which he of all people would have no right to judge you for, anyway.

You felt the skin of your throat stretching as Jack tilted your head up and rotated your face slowly to the left, then to the right. You followed him with your eyes, watching him study your neck and collarbones like they were an expensive piece of machinery he was looking to purchase. You did your best to set your trembling shoulders back, wondering if this was typical behavior of a man before he made love.

“Speaking of Jimmy, I’ve been wondering. Is he the reason you called?” Jack asked while he conducted his examination, as if he was simply discussing the weather. “You think he’s liable to disappoint you on your first time? Or you just can’t possibly wait another seven days for him?” He phrased them more like teasing accusations than actual questions.

“Oh, n-no,” you said. The firmness of his grip on your jaw caused your words to come out clipped. “I just. . . .” You could feel your eyes bulging as you tried to scrap together some semblance of a reasonable explanation as to why you were here. You’d been hoping he wouldn’t bother with this line of questioning. “Well, Jimmy’s just so young, you know,” you sputtered, “and maybe—maybe I want to know what it’s like being with . . . an older man.”

Jack blew air out of his nose in a half-formed laugh. “An older man, huh?” He brought your head back to center and gave your cheeks an affectionate squeeze between his thumb and forefinger. “You’re cute, you know that, sweetheart? I’ve wanted to be alone with you since the night we first met.”

Your heart spasmed at that, and you could feel your mouth twisting as you tried not to break out in a giddy grin. Gosh, he could be so sweet.

The night you both met was two whole years ago now. Jack had been just a senator then, and you’d been just 19 when he, his wife, and several of their friends came backstage after one of your father’s glitzy Rat Pack shows in Las Vegas. You still remembered how, while your father was introducing you, Jack's placid blue eyes had slithered up and down your dress. Inexplicably, blood had gushed pleasurably between your legs while you watched him eye you like this, smoke from his cigar furling around his lip.

Jack's hand dropped from your chin then and moved to start unbuckling his pants. Your head suddenly felt too light, like your brain wasn’t there anymore, and the skin around your jaw prickled with the absence of his fingers. This was it. You were moments away from having the full experience of being a married woman and—if the rumors you’d heard about Jack Kennedy’s sexual aptitude were true—all of the mind-melting pleasures that came with it. The anxiety you’d been feeling ever since you decided to call that secret number a little over a week ago was about to be entirely worth it.

Jack let his belt slap to the floor, and his hands slipped under your armpits to pop you up onto your feet. You sucked in your lips to stifle what would’ve probably been a pathetic, whimpering gasp. His face was mere inches from yours now, and as he looked down at you, you were almost overcome by a strange, aching pull to stand up on the very tips of your toes so you could squish your nose against his. The leader of the free world was just a big dreamboat softie, really, and he could be anywhere on Earth with anyone he wanted, but he chose you.

You didn’t really have time to consider these unusual whims of yours, however, because then Jack bent his head and fastened his mouth to your neck. You could do nothing but stand there dumbly as he covered your skin with sloppy kisses, his buttery brown hair tickling your shoulder. The gentle clicking of saliva between his lips buzzed in your ears.

All of a sudden, as if you’d blacked out a few seconds ago and were now coming to again, you noticed your dress had been unzipped and was in a puddle around your kitten heels. Goosebumps sizzled up your bare arms and legs, and your shoulders folded in on themselves as Jack's hands appeared on both sides of your vision, one tossing your bra to the floor and the other moving to clasp both your wrists tightly behind your back.

He yanked your wrists downward with surprising gruffness, forcing you to arch your back and thrust your bare chest out toward him. A stuttery inhale hissed through your teeth, and you squeezed your legs together, blushing furiously as your nipples prickled and hardened under his gaze. You knew this would be part of it. You knew he would have to see you naked.

“God damn,” he said, his voice dark and rumbling, before bowing his head to take one of your nipples in his mouth like a hungry dog. A low, needy whimper trembled in your throat and as he moved from one nipple to the other, viciously biting and sucking. The stiff tent that had sprung up in the groin area of his slacks collided with your clit, wracking you with a full-body shiver. For a quick moment, you were awash with a lush, golden feeling of pride. You were making the president hard.

He hooked a finger in the waistband of your cotton panties and leaned back from devouring your chest as he pulled them down, the tip of his nose brushing on your forehead as you both watched—to your piercing horror—an elastic string of wetness stretch between your vagina and the spot on the crotch of your panties where it had attached itself.

You noticed, too, how slick and glossy the insides of your thighs had become. “Oh, no.”

“Now, now.” Jack spoke in your ear with a brisk tone like he was impatiently reprimanding a child. “There’s no shame in getting a little excited.” He brushed a finger over the smooth slit of your labia, and you practically squealed, “Jack!”

Your little cry seemed to ignite something in him. Suddenly, you were whirled around to face the twinkling Chesapeake Bay shoreline and its tumbling black water and navy blue sand. And then there was a wide hand between your shoulder blades. “Bend over for me, doll,” Jack instructed you pointlessly as he went ahead and shoved your upper body into the mattress.

With the heel of his palm, he slid you forward so you had to clamber up onto the bedspread on your knees. The electric crackle of your nipples against the rough old fabric caused a loud “ah!” to spill from your mouth. You craned your neck as far over your shoulder as it would go to watch Jack’s eyes pick their way down your body just like they had the night you met. But now, all splayed out for him like this, you suddenly felt sick and dirty enough to throw up. This sort of position seemed more suited to a common whore than a bride. Your face burned like someone was shining a heat lamp on you. And yet, your clitoris pulsed with an almost painful voracity, causing your hips to twitch slightly with each pounding beat.

Outside in the living room, you heard the muffled laughter of the two secret service men who, when you’d first arrived at this rented beach house about 20 minutes ago, had told you President Kennedy would arrive shortly, and then casually led you to the bedroom like you were going to a meeting in the White House. You clenched your teeth against the toe-curling humiliation of it and forced yourself to shuck those guys from your mind. You were going to pretend that you were completely alone with Jack, your handsome powerful husband, and that this creaky Cape-Cod-style house was your lovely newlywed home.

The quick screak of Jack's zipper snatched you out of your thoughts. In the open fly of his pants, you caught a brief, heart-softening glimpse of his blue-striped underwear—And then, suddenly, there was a real-life penis whacking against the small of your back.

“Oh my!” you shrieked, and Jack's Adam’s apple bounced with a small laugh. The anatomical diagrams you’d studied with your childhood tutor had utterly failed to capture how big and messy-looking penises really were. The veiny skin on Jack’s was wrinkly and loose like an elephant, and the whole thing looked almost thicker than your forearm.

He began pumping his hand up and down the length of his long erection in a lazy, thoughtless motion, swiping his thumb across the shiny little hole every time he reached the top.

“Do you—do you think it’ll fit in me?” you asked. It was hard enough sometimes just trying to get a little tampon to settle in right. Glancing up at the ceiling, you prayed that, by some magical trick of biology, you would be able to accommodate Jack's size.

“Oh, sure,” Jack assured you as he palmed your buttcheeks and spread them apart, allowing himself to drag the tip of his penis down across your puckering butthole and line it up with your vagina as he spoke. “A young cunt like yours might require a little, uh, tough love, but it’ll fit me by the time I’m done.”

You weren’t entirely sure what he meant by “tough love,” but it didn’t matter because suddenly he was easing his big round tip inside you with a low, sonorous groan. You grabbed fistfuls of the bedsheets. Already, your “cunt” felt stretched beyond what was healthy.

“Fucking shit.” His voice sounded from far back in his throat. “You’re tiny.” And then, without further ado, he forced himself inside you, crashing his hips against yours with an echoing smack.

Your vagina ripped open. You screamed at the blistering sensation. Your stomach felt like someone had removed your intestines and replaced them with a big metal pole. The area around your belly button was bloated out and pulled taut.

A single tear was knocked out of your eye and down the side of your nose as he pulled all the way out and ruthlessly slammed back in again. He began moving you back and forth at a rapid rhythm, jerking you around like a rag doll. Your head was ringing as you buried your face in the bed, bracing yourself to take this for as long as Jack wanted you to. You wondered if it was typical for a man to be so harsh with his partner.

“Fuck.” The words were tumbling out of his mouth. “Fuck. You feel damn good, you know that?” His hand came down with a hard slap on your buttcheek and, instinctively, you bucked your hips away from him.

With his hands on your waist, Jack jolted you back into place in front of him. He smacked your butt again, like he was punishing you for fleeing, and you let out a panting whine as the sting shuddered through you.

“I know it . . . hurts, sweetheart,” he said between guttural grunts as he continued to pound into you, “but this is . . . what it takes . . . to break a little body like yours in. This’ll be . . . much easier next time.” He flashed a quick, cheeky grin.

Then he scooped one of his hands around your throat and whipped you upwards so your back thunked against his chest. He mumbled into your ear, “Now let me take another look at these pretty tits, huh?” He cupped your breasts in his hands, squeezing them together then pulling them apart, and your head fell back onto his shoulder with a tortured moan.

“God, look at you,” he murmured, pinching your nipples. “Maybe I should just take you home with me, huh? How does that sound?” He was a mumbling mess; you wondered if he even knew what he was saying. “I could ruin your little cunt so Jimmy won’t even want it anymore, and I’ll hide you away in my house up in New York. Keep you all to myself.”

As he spoke, one of his hands slid down your stomach and began to rub slow circles on your clit. This was met by another watery yell from you, and you felt Jack's teeth on your cheek as he chuckled. “Ooh, now that feels good, doesn’t it?” he cooed. “Fuck, I love it when my girls scream. Let me hear you again.” He swatted your clit with his hand and, like clockwork, you cried out for him.

He sped up the pad of his finger on your clit, rewarding you for your obedience. “Just like that,” he said. “Let those fuckers out there in the parlor here you.” He slapped you between the legs again, and that’s when, seemingly without warning, the brutal throbbing you’d been feeling tumbled over into an explosion, like a hot water balloon bursting in your pelvis. You wailed and rolled forward, your bones gelatinous.

Jack caught you by the shoulders before you could flop onto the bed and lowered you the rest of the way down. “There we go,” he praised as your orgasm rocked through you. “That-a-girl.”

You offered him a weak smile and then realized he couldn’t even see it because your face was in the blanket.

As soon as your climax fizzled away, Jack grabbed ahold of your knees and turned you over onto your back. Then he pulled out of you for the very last time with a lewd squelching noise. Your entire lower body felt shriveled and deflated as you watched him give his erection a few self-indulgent strokes.

He rolled his head back with a loud “mmm,” and several long strings of white, mucus-y liquid began shooting out of the tip.

“Oh my gosh,” you gasped to the ceiling. Air was getting caught in the emotional stickiness of your throat as you tried to catch your breath. Jack’s semen was splattering across your stomach. “Oh my gosh.”

#jfk #john f kennedy #jfk x reader #jfk x you #john f kennedy x reader #smut #the kennedys #john f kennedy fanfiction

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spaceagerabbit · 1 year

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Beauty and the... Bowser?

Chapter 1

Once upon a time, in a quaint village on the outskirts of the Mushroom Kingdom... a young woman wakes up to the sound of celebration.

Bowser x Fem!Reader

(I picture reader as being an inch or two shorter than Princess Peach, but taller than Mario and about the same height as Luigi)

A/N: Finally, you, dearest reader, are introduced! You don't meet Bowser just yet, but it's coming in chapter 2! Also I'm not even gonna attempt a fake italian accent, but I think crisp rat Mario makes more sense for who he's replacing here, anyway. enjoy :)

Fic Masterlist + Prologue + Chapter 1 (here!) + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 (coming soon!)

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The golden sun shone through the window, the delicate, cream-coloured curtains drawn to either side of the windowsill by thick blue ribbon. The smell of Toadsworth's latest floral tea blend permeated throughout the small cottage, creating an air of warmth and comfort for the two occupants.

By all means, this would've been the perfect way for the young woman to wake up on such a beautiful day. If it weren't for the godforsaken screeches of excitement at the Mario Brothers' visit to the town. The villagers clapped and hooped and hollered as Mario and Luigi strode into town, making the woman in bed groan in frustration, pulling her patchwork duvet over her head.

As if to spite her, Toadsworth pattered into the room, placing his hands on his hips in a fashion that said 'you can't just lie in bed all day because you want to avoid that which annoys you. Besides, you promised to get groceries from the market!'

Not like she could see it, anyway.

At least until Toadsworth tugged the duvet off of her with a strength not befitting of a Toad his size and age.

The young woman curled up on instinct, the cooler air of her room encasing her without the safety of her blanket.

"Get up then, Y/N, we're running low on far too many things for you to put off market day!" Toadsworth said through his bushy mustache, heading to the woman's bedside and pushing her up into a sitting position. "Morning to you too." Y/N croaked, voice still riddled with sleepiness.

Toadsworth poured her a glass of water from the pitcher on the bedside table, handing it to Y/N. The young woman downed the entire thing, taking a large breath of air when she was done. The older Toad placed the pitcher back down and took the glass from Y/N's hand as she stretched, a satisfying cracking sound ringing from her shoulders and back.

Y/N swung her legs over the side of the bed and slowly stood, Toadsworth placing the duvet back to it's rightful place on the mattress. The Toad left Y/N to get dressed, closing the door on his way out. She shuffled over to her oaken wardrobe, the door hinges squeaking slightly as she swung them open. Y/N decided on a loose, white button-up shirt and a sky-blue, calf-length dress with two pockets sewn onto the front. Small, white daisies decorated the hem of the dress, with one larger daisy sewn onto to each of the pockets. As a last touch, Y/N slipped on a pair of white knee-high socks and brown Mary-Janes.

With a final look in the mirror on the inside of the wardrobe door and a quick finger-comb through her hair, Y/N nodded to herself and closed the wardrobe, leaving the room.

Toadsworth sat at the round kitchen table, mumbling to himself and marking places on a map spread out in front of him on the tablecloth. Y/N smiled to herself at her adoptive father's behaviour. 'He must be getting restless again', she thought to herself. Toadsworth always brought out his maps of the kingdoms when he felt the village had become a bore. He didn't go very far most of the time, choosing to only leave for a few days at most because 'my knees aren't quite what they used to be!', as he liked to say.

Y/N grabbed a muffin from where they sat on a plate on the counter behind the elder Toad, giving her father a kiss on the cheek as she picked up her brown messenger bag from where she had left it on her chair and slung it across her chest. Toadsworth smiled and looked at the young woman as she double checked for everything she needed before turning to leave.

"Ah Y/N, don't forget to-!" "Don't forget to get a peach pie from Mama Toad, I know!" Y/N interrupted Toadsworth in a fond tone. "You know, maybe one of these days you could tell her you like her, that's one adventure I'm dying to see you go on." She teased, raising one of her eyebrows with a sly grin on her face as her father sputtered slightly, warmth rising to his cheeks.

Y/N put her hand on the bronze doorknob of the front door, but stopped short to take a deep breath. She turned her head to Toadsworth once more. "See you in a bit!" Y/N said, turning the knob as a more determined look came over her face. Toadsworth waved in reply, choosing to turn back to his maps to avoid further teasing.

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The streets of the village were slightly louder than usual, normally more peaceful citizens trying their best to get Mario's attention with offers of baked goods, trinkets, and thanks for his services.

Y/N never really did understand the excitement around the Mario brothers, but particularly Mario. To her, Mario's do-gooding seemed surface level, only really taking crises seriously if it concerned Princess Peach or if the princess called on him for a specific task. The Mushroom Kingdom might not have been the greatest place to live with this more negative opinion, she found.

To make matters more annoying for Y/N, Mario had become infatuated with the idea of proving his worth to her. 'What a fragile ego he has. He can't take the fact that some random girl doesn't think he's that big of a deal? What a mighty hero, indeed.' Y/N found herself thinking.

Sneaking through the slight crowd that had formed, Y/N walked briskly, wanting to avoid any chance of Mario trying to show off.

"Y/N!"

Well there goes that.

Only looking up for a brief second, the young woman met Mario's gaze from across the street. "Shit." Y/N muttered to herself, shuffling between Toads with slightly more force than before. Unfortunately for her, Mario is annoyingly persistent once he has a goal in his mind. The Italian hopped onto a nearby crate to get above the crowd, then landed slightly behind Y/N as she kept up her brisk pace. Mario broke into a slight jog, his brown shoes tapping on the pavement until he found himself at her side.

"Y/N, hey! What're you up to? So glad you're out today. I thought I could show you some more of my tricks if you don't mind!" Mario blathered in an attempt to get Y/N's attention. His chest puffing out in pride reminding her of a peacock.

"Hi Mario. Going to market. I do mind." Y/N's answered shortly, not sparing a glance toward the shorter man beside her. What Y/N did pay slight attention to was the slight glares thrown her way as she ignored the famed hero. With a slight thrust of her head in a 'what?' motion and a stare thrown towards the Toads she passed, they quickly looked away, not particularly keen on starting an argument with the woman.

Whoever said that Toads were the nicest people you'll ever meet has clearly never been subject to their passive aggressiveness.

After a minute or two of being forced to listen to Mario blabber and come up with reasons she should stop and watch him perform like a circus monkey, the man was stopped by a few Toads wishing to give their thanks to him in the form of a jar of fire flower tea.

As soon as Mario stopped, every other Toad swarmed around him, seeing it as an opportunity to talk to him. Y/N, on the other hand, saw him stopping to kiss babies and shake hands as an opportunity to bolt. Mario called after her, but she ignored it. Y/N knew he wouldn't push any of the Toads out of his way no matter how much he wanted to. His reputation was his biggest weakness.

Picking up the pace once more, Y/N finally turned the corner that led to the market. The woman slowed down to a walking pace, the market seemingly calmer than the main street. Deciding to not take the chance of Mario's presence making the market flooded with people, Y/N made her rounds quickly. 'Eggs, milk, spices, fruits...' Y/N went down the list in her mind, purchasing products and making her way to the last stall on her trip.

Greeting Mama Toad with a friendly smile and a wave, Y/N made her way toward the baker. The smell of bread, chocolate, and fruits amalgamated pleasantly in her nose as Y/N stopped in front of the stand.

"Well hi Y/N! What can I get for you today?" Mama Toad greeted kindly, the older woman wiping her hands on her green and white apron. "Well, I'd love some of your milk bread, and I have a special request from my father." Y/N grinned in a slightly teasing motion, pretending to look over the spread of baked goods as Mama Toad brought a hand to her flushed cheek.

"What exactly would Toadsworth like from my little old shop?" Mama Toad bubbled shyly. "He'd like one of your delectable peach pies. He hasn't stopped bugging me to buy one since he last had it, and he insisted that he wouldn't find any other peach pie as appetizing!" The younger woman beamed, listing the praise Toadsworth had told her in secret.

With a larger, slightly lovesick grin, Mama Toad set to packaging the bread and the pie for Y/N, making sure to be extra careful when placing the treat in a baker's box and tying it off with a bit of sage green ribbon. Y/N thanked the older Toad, handing her the right amount of coins before turning to sneak back home.

"Tell Toadsworth I made it with extra love!" Mama Toad called to Y/N as she neared the street corner. Y/N simply waved back at her in return. Turning the corner, Y/N was met with Mario surrounded by a crowd as he smashed empty crates with his raccoon suit, the man having originally saved a leaf to show off as part of his peacocking to Y/N.

"...I think I'll take the side streets home." Y/N muttered to herself, jogging across the street once Mario's back was turned.

Once safely on the street running parallel to the main road where Mario was, Y/N took a slightly relieved breath and dropped her shoulders slightly in relief, looking over her shoulder at where she had just come from one last time.

Before promptly bumping into someone.

Snapping her head back to the front, Y/N opened her mouth to apologize, her features in slight surprise and panic. Before she was able to apologize, though, the figure jumped back and started apologizing profusely. With the increased space between them, Y/N immediately recognized the figure as Luigi.

Y/N didn't mind the younger Mario brother as much, finding his more quiet and humble nature endearing and even enjoyable if she ever found herself in conversation with him.

Deciding that he had panicked long enough, Y/N called Luigi's name, just loud enough to catch his attention over his, very fast and frequent, apologies. The man quieted, opening his eyes that were squeezed shut. "Oh Y/N! It's-a funny running into you here! In the village... where you live..." Luigi said awkwardly, relieved that he hadn't run into a complete stranger.

His cheeks were flushed when he faced Y/N, out of embarrassment, she supposed. "Hey Luigi. It's okay, I wasn't looking where I was going. That's not on you." Y/N assured, offering a gentle smile and patting Luigi on the shoulder. The green-clad man breathed out, his posture relaxing, the flush on his face darkening slightly at the contact.

"Listen, I-" Luigi began, his eyes not meeting Y/N's, playing with his fingers. Before he was able to finish, a Toad on the outer edge of the crowd watching Mario called out to him.

"Hey! Luigi! Come here! Look at what your brother's doing!" The Toad beckoned, the rest of the Toads beginning to wave him over as well. A slightly sad expression took over Luigi's face. Y/N, however, quickly remembered herself, starting to walk past Luigi quickly, only stopping to squeeze his shoulder slightly, muttering "please don't tell Mario which way I went," quickly before rushing away.

Luigi watched her leave for a moment, groaning in slight frustration at himself. "Luigi, come on!" the Toads called.

"I'm-a coming, I'm-a coming."

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The journey home was easy enough with all the residents of the small town residing on the main street keeping Mario busy. Y/N did wonder what Luigi was going to say, but put it out of her mind for now.

Twisting the brass doorknob and entering the small cottage, Y/N found Toadsworth napping on top of his maps, a now cold cup of tea sitting beside his hand on the table. Smiling to herself, Y/N tip-toed to the small kitchen behind where the older Toad was resting and set down her messenger bag full of groceries along with the paper bag of baked goods from Mama Toad.

The young woman carefully put the groceries in their rightful places, then moved to grab a blanket from the living room couch. Placing the knitted fabric over Toadsworth's shoulders, Y/N looked around for tasks to keep her busy while her father slept. Unfortunately, the cottage was as organized as it usually was.

With a quiet sigh, an idea came to the young woman.

Grabbing a couple of leftover rolls, a small jar of crab apple jelly, some grapes, some cheese, and a glass bottle of water, Y/N packed a small picnic basket, placing utensils and a picnic blanket on top before closing it.

Y/N left through the back door that led to the back garden. Opening the fence door, she trekked through the woods until she came to a clearing at the base of a tall hill that Y/N had affectionately named 'Worf's hill' as a young child, before she could properly pronounce Toadworth's name.

Y/N slowly hiked up the grassy hill, listening to bird song coming from the surrounding trees and the buzzing of small bumblebees from the wildflowers that decorated the ground. Coming to a stop at the peak of the hill, Y/N set down the blanket and food, snacking as she looked at the gorgeous scenery. Y/N felt content.

'Isn't there more than just this? Why can't I go out and see everything there is for myself?'

The thought came to Y/N unwanted. While she really did think that, Y/N was frightened. Frightened that if she saw everything that the world offered, that she would never want to go back to the quaint village on the outskirts of the Mushroom Kingdom, to the cozy little cottage with the back garden and the smell of new floral tea blends.

Shaking her head, Y/N hurriedly re-packed the basket, squeezing her eyes closed to avoid the tears that wanted to escape at such thoughts.

Standing up, Y/N took one last look at the almost fully set sun before her. The young woman hesitated for just a moment, before taking a deep breath and heading back down the hill.

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There were many things Y/N didn't expect when she reentered her home, one of them being Toadsworth no longer sleeping at the kitchen table, and instead standing outside on the front steps with a packed bag and a cloak looking at his pocket watch, as if waiting for someone.

"What's going on?" Y/N asked, furrowing her brows in confusion. Toadsworth turned toward her, clicking his pocket watch shut and fixing the straps of the traveller's pack on his shoulders. "I've decided I'm going on another trip. It'll only be a few days, I'm taking part of the peach pie with me so you don't have to worry about that getting stale, you've got your books and the garden to keep you busy, and-" Toadsworth started explaining.

"This is so beyond last minute! Were you just going to leave without writing a note?! What if I hadn't have come back just now?! Was I just supposed to know that you up and went on a trip?!" Y/N yelled frustratedly, eyes watering slightly in anger. At her exclamation, Toadsworth frowned at himself, trying to think up a way to properly explain his passive thinking. Unable to come up with anything, Toadsworth relaxed his brows and looked up at Y/N.

"I apologize. I suppose... I was feeling very impulsive and I didn't think about how you would feel at my sudden absence, especially considering how I came to adopt you." Toadsworth apologized. Placing her hands over her face, Y/N took a few deep breaths to calm down, wiping the slight tears with the heels of her palms. "Okay." Y/N finally spoke, now calmer than before.

"I'm going to make my way to a town that's west of here, only about a day or two's ride away." Toadsworth spoke softly, "Yoshi is coming with me, I'm just waiting for him to arrive so we can set off."

"Okay. Thank you for apologizing." Y/N said, sniffling once, "I guess I'll wait with you until he gets here." With that, Y/N sat down on the steps next to where Toadsworth stood. The elder Toad sat down as well, hesitating before carefully placing a hand on Y/N's bicep and rubbing it slightly in a comforting motion. Y/N looked at him, then suddenly swept Toadsworth up in a tight hug, making him squeak in surprise before relaxing into the embrace.

The pair parted to the sound of Yoshi's quick steps on the road, the green dinosaur stopping in front of them. He looked at Toadsworth almost expectantly. "Oh right, yes of course." Toadsworth chuckled slightly, reaching into his pack to procure an apple for Yoshi. Said creature extended his tongue, snatching the red fruit right out of Toadsworth's hand, causing the older Toad to make a noise of complaint at the drool now covering his hand. Y/N giggled at that, making Toadsworth flick a bit of drool at her, making the young woman laugh harder while raising an arm in defense.

The pair stood up, hugging one last time before Yoshi bent over to allow Toadsworth onto his back. "Remember, I'll be back in a few days. Try not to get into too much trouble." Toadsworth remarked, settling himself on the dinosaur's back. "I'll try. Be careful. Try not to tweak your back old man!" Y/N jested as Yoshi began to trot away. Toadsworth rolled his eyes, waving goodbye to Y/N as he and Yoshi got further down the road in the woods. Y/N watched until they were out of sight before turning and re-entering her home to get ready for bed.

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"Now then Yoshi, we should be coming up to a fork in the road soon, I'll show you which way to go." Toadsworth said, looking down at the map haphazardly unfolded in his lap.

Looking at the darkening sky, Toadsworth frowned at the presence of large rain clouds. 'I couldn't see those at all before. A sudden storm would be very unfortunate to run into without shelter.' He thought to himself before focussing back on the road ahead.

The fork in the road was in sight, though still several paces ahead. A crack of thunder sounded, making the Toad and Yoshi jump in fright, stopping Yoshi's consistent stride. Another loud clap of thunder sounded, this time bringing a bolt of lightning down on a thick, tall tree that marked the fork in the road. The tree fell heavily onto the right pathway, making Toadsworth groan in frustration.

"It looks like we have to take the long way around, Yoshi." Toadsworth spoke loudly over the storm, pulling his cloak hood over his large head. Yoshi nodded, taking the left road. Toadsworth began folding the map back up before a gust of wind blew through and forced it out of his hand. The elder Toad tried to grab it, but the wind blew it far above his reach and out of sight, as if mocking him.

With more caution, Toadsworth began guiding Yoshi down the road.

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After a while of being out in the storm, Yoshi halted in his steps. "What is it?" Toadsworth asked, "why are you stopping?"

Yoshi gestured forward with his snout, revealing a tall and imposing castle in the distance. "I don't... I don't really remember a castle being here." Toadsworth muttered.

Ignoring him, Yoshi took off in a run, fed up with being out in the storm and wanting to take whatever shelter was offered.

The pair entered the large gates with caution, Toadsworth hopping off of Yoshi's back to walk beside him. They stopped at the front door. Taking a hold of the oversized knocker, Toadsworth used all his strength to knock. A few moments went by before the doors swung open, the two jumping back just in time to avoid the heavy doors.

"He-hello? Is anyone... home?" Toadsworth called out nervously, stepping into the building. Yoshi hesitated behind him, only entering when another thunder clap sounded, though he stayed firmly by the entrance. "We don't mean to intrude but uh... there's.. a rather large storm outside. We're wondering if we can.. stay the night?" Toadsworth called once more, growing more nervous at the lack of response.

A grand fireplace to the left of the room suddenly lit, causing the Toad to whip his head towards it. Even with his brain screaming at him that something was wrong, Toadsworth's reason was thrown to the wind at the offer of warmth. Yoshi squawked out at him from his place at the entrance as Toadsworth settled onto the ornate rug in front of the fire. Toadsworth sighed in comfort, allowing his nerves to settle. Until the room shook with giant, loud footsteps.

Slowly turning around, Toadsworth gasped and scrambled backwards in fear at the sight of the giant figure in front of him.

Tall, at least ten feet. Large, sharp fangs bared. Scarlet red hair tucked behind sharpened horns. Scarlet eyebrows furrowing above fiery crimson eyes. A huge green shell and a tail, both covered in spikes. Lastly, terrifying claws on the figure's hands and feet.

What made him the most scared, however, was the angry, booming voice.

"You are trespassing." The figure growled out, taking large, slow, intimidating steps towards Toadsworth. The older Toad bumped against the brick of the fireplace, now panicking with no place to go.

"W-we really di-didn't mean to intrude, we can absolute leave right now i-if you want us gone, you don't have to worry-" Toadsworth stuttered. The figure roared in anger, causing Toadsworth to shut his mouth. The figure leaned down so he was face to face with Toadsworth.

"You are trespassing on ROYAL PROPERTY." The figure roared, blowing Toadsworth's styled mustache backwards. Toadsworth's eyes shot open in shock. Opening his mouth to apologize once more, he was cut off by the figure grabbing the Toad in his giant fist, making Toadsworth gasp out at the sheer strength with which he was being squeezed.

"You should be sentenced to DEATH for your crime." The figure roared, beginning to walk toward a large set of stairs across from the entrance, "but you've caught me in a rather merciful mood. You'll simply be imprisoned. For Life." Toadsworth began to struggle in a panic to get away, but the figure only tightened his grip.

Yoshi, who had been ignored by the figure, began backing away toward the still open doors, before turning heel and running while the much larger figure was focused solely on Toadsworth.

Two figures on an outside balcony watched as the dinosaur raced back the way he came from.

"Should we alert King Bowser that there was another?" The first figure spoke to the other. "Would you like to tell His Majesty that he made a mistake and let one get away?" The second figure replied, almost in disbelief.

The first figure thought it over for a moment. 'It certainly wouldn't go over well', he thought, shaking his head to his companion.

"Good decision." The second figure replied once more before turning and heading inside. The first followed quickly behind.

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A/N: Oh man that was a long ass chapter. I don't really like breaking chapters down, so the rest of the chapters are probably gonna be about as long as this one. Anyways, I think my writing schedule for this story is gonna be a chapter every other day, but it'll depend on my motivation. I'm so excited for Bowser and Reader to meet, and I'm sure that's what you're all waiting for as well!! Hope you enjoyed this chapter :)

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RISE!LEO X READER!

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This is basically a part 2 to →this←

I appreciate all the feedback for the first part! It really made my day, thank you!

NO MINORS/ONLY 18+!!

Enjoy!

Disclaimer the two memes in here are not mine. They just too good.

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Sensei wasn't kidding when he told tales about the New York City of old with it's diverse beauty hidden in the city's twinkling glow.

To think for the first fifteen years of his life that he lived in the ruins of this classic marvel. Unaware of it's majesty compared to the doomed world he was born into.

After shutting down the Krrangs' invasion coup, rescuing Raph from the slimy pink clutches of exterrestrial mind control, and Leo recovering from his near death experience. Things as the turtles liked to put it— "went back to normal as normal as The Big Apple could be".

Whatever that ment.

In these times of peace the ex-resistance soilder found solace in his menial lifestyle with the Hamatos when compared to the one in his previous timeline.

Not fighting for his life everyday was a definite plus for the raven-haired veteran.

No longer was his mind be plagued by the knowledge of pending Krrang assaults and inevitable carnage. Despite General Donatello's best efforts to fortify the Resistance base. Sirens that fore told destruction sounding off into the darkness still plagued the teenager's restless nights.

No more incidents and mission failures that resulted in multiple funerals in a given week. Trying to hold back saltwater spills as General Michelangelo added another drawn portrait to the wall of the fallen. Rows of those whose fates were cut short.

Gone are the daily intelligence meetings directed by the chief intelligence officer General O'Neil. Speeches typically held ending on a negative note despite her optimistic quips about pushing the pink tentacle freaks back and gaining the upper hand against these pests.

They tried. That's what mattered.

However Casey couldn't deny the jovial excitement of being in this time period.

Taking his Sensei's advice the young veteran had got to try the infamous Pizza. Rats were definitely a far cry from the greasy-delectable-gooyneess that is the New York stable and apparently could be found on almost any corner in Manhattan.

Crisp nights were spent hanging with the Mad Dog Crew. Video games, Lou Jitsu films, and bizarre mutant encounters kept things interesting. Something new always happening when he hung with the turtles.

It was strange being able to see his mentors in their youth, the crew not being too much older than himself. Their own personalities like his own were still developing, evolving into the people they'll become tomorrow.

Although some things never do change.

Especially when it came to his teacher.

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It wasn't anything new when Leo said he was gonna go out for a while.

Raph— being the protective older brother of course questioned his blue bandana wearing sibling of his destination. Even though at this point it was a cycle of deflection with the red eared slider. Raph still tried.

With his normal nonchalant attitude Leo dismissed his older sibling's worries.

"Take a chill pill Raph! I'm just going for a midnight stroll— ya' know? Nothing to get yer panties in a twist~" the adult mutant turtle shrugged off, teasing his brother as he made for the door.

" Tch! Im'a just tryin'a look out for ya' Leo! No one knows where ya' keep goin' and Im'a tryin'a respect yer space and all but, were worried for you!" The alligator snapping turtle expressed flustered by his brother's reluctance to be open.

Casey wanted to butt-in but, he didn't want to cross any unnecessary lines.

He might know the future turtles of his time but, he didn't want to push too many personal boundaries with these versions of his family.

The two stared one another down for a brief moment before the younger olive-green turtle retreated for the exit once more.

For a second, onyx colored irises looked Raph's direction as if contiplating something only to swiftly shift back towards the door way.

"It's fine Raph. I'm just patrolling and then coming back, stop the worrin' Bro." Leo reassured. His smile didn't match what his pools of ink told.

The door like the conquering thunder in springtime, boomed when it slammed closed.

For a moment the foliage colored turtle towered in the entry way.

Casey could tell from the ninja's look that Raph wanted to chase after Leo. Find out for himself what his brother sought to keep secret from the rest of the Hamatos.

Only for the tired adult snapping turtle to turn and retreat into the confines of his chambers.

An awkward pregnate silence took over the room shortly after.

Donnie left first, muttering something about a project he needed to work on.

Only for Mikey to follow offering Casey Jr. to join the youngest turtle for games if he wanted.

Acknowledging the offer, Casey remained rooted to the couch in the main room. Lost in his own thoughts swaying between future and present time.

Memories of his past, the future that will never come to fruition. Flooded into his brain.

Casey knew where Leo was going.

More specifically who the red eared slider was going to see.

(Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n).

In his time (Y/n) was a woman from Master Leonardo's past that he couldn't leave alone.

The Resistance leader lurked in the shadows of his desire, regardless if the (h/c) haired female was aware or not. Monopolizing you for his own selfish attachments. Held by a leash the blue bandana wearing turtle held short.

You were the Commander's.

Everyone in the Resistance knew—

And no one stopped it.

And those who did attempt to do so faced dire consequences. Usually ending up on a suicide run into Krrang territory.

Those who made it back rarely made the same mistake on aiding you twice. And if they did, they definitely wouldn't again.

Leo made sure of that.

Even the slider's brothers and close friend chose to ignored the obvious.

Many times Casey had tried to convince them. Pulling at his greasy raven strands in frustration at their lack of interest.

Not once did any of them step in. Never lifted a finger or spoke against their leader's wishes.

General O'Neil was too engrossed in her work to listen to Casey's "childish" worries. When bigger threats prowled the broken streets. The woman had other far more pressing matters to be consumed by.

General Donatello wouldn't even listen to the adolescent. Choosing to continue hovering over his abyss of data. Not even sparing the boy-soilder a glance. Orbs of night never straying from the ever-changing code that flew across bright illuminated screens.

Out of all them, General Michaelangelo's response was the most disturbing. The youngest of the generals sympathized with his elder brother. Actively choosing to look past your despair for the greater good of Leo's psyche and the Resistance.

For everyone—

But you.

Deep down Casey Jr. always felt like the box turtle knew what would happen if the red eared slider lost you. The elder having a knack for sensing people's emotions.

For the first three years you fought tooth and nail. Planned and replanned so many jailbreaks. Awaited your chance to disappear from Leo's grasp.

However nothing was successful. Always in the end being dragged back by the sewer's apex predator.

Casey assisted where he could with what limited resources he had at his disposal. Signing up for missions with you so that you guys may coordinate without the looming olive phantom haunting the shadows.

He tried to help you and you did too.

But he was just a kid and you were just the prey bidding it's time in the tall grass. You both were stuck in this hellish world in this false place of sanctuary.

At times without anyone asking, you'd play out the roles he needed in his life. Fluctuating between a big sister to a motherly figure depending on what you thought he needed.

Many times Casey was grateful for the support.

He felt for (y/n). That's why he did the best he could. He just wanted you to be happy.

Alas it wasn't meant to be.

By the fourth year under Leo's supervision you were defeated. Resigned to the shelled hunter who just won't leave you be.

Casey tried to spur you on. Reignite the flame that burned in your chest.

But you just couldn't do it.

Successfully the domineering leader had smothered your fire in his embrace. The coals of your soul being treated by snakes of possession that slithered into your ribs and whispers of adoration that rewrote the manuscript of your mind.

It was easier to give in than to keep hurting.

Casey couldn't watch that happen again.

He wouldn't.

The raven haired teenager already messed up the spacetime continuum with his presence.

What's a little more damage control gonna hurt?

Mind set in stone, he flipped down his hockey mask.

The faint squeak of the lair door did not go unnoticed by the other inhabiting residents as Casey disappeared into the night.

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It was a close call but, thankfully he did not miss your performance.

It twas another quite late weekday night at the aging basketball court. Squeaking shoes alongside the whoosh of the webbed hoop were the best back up singers to the beat of your ball and the panting breaths that escaped your soft looking lips. His favorite song to go with his favorite basketball ballerina.

The air was warm despite the recent onslaughts of cold fronts recently. Not that the weather would deter you from your nightly routine. Sweat ran down the curve of your (skin tone) face. (E/c) eyes trained on the basket as you alternated between point lines.

Leo sigh, the fondness for the girl below evident in his love-struck gaze. Lips posed in a goofy manner, the turtle unable to withhold the emotions flooding his system from taking control of his facial muscles.

He loved watching you play. Everytime. Since the first time he caught a glimpse of your skilled layout.

The way you maneuvered while laying up your shot was something to behold. The graceful beauty in your moves complimented the NBA performance that you gave every single time you shot the ball.

Coordinated and enchanting

It was such a perfect combination.

The hearts in his gaze followed you across the court. Dancing a Devine ballet under the fluorescent glow of the fenced in stage with leaps that would make Micheal Jordan jealous.

So enthralled in the mystical sight before him, the red eared slider almost didn't pick up on the approaching foot steps that was heading towards his direction.

Within a microsecond the mutant ninja turtle withdrew his dual swords, the clang of the steel weapons hitting the metal of Casey Jr's gauntlet woke Leo of his trained focus.

" Casey Jr? What'cha doin' here? " The dumb founded look was not missed by the teen in question . Surprise extched across the young version of his Sensei's face.

He's been caught.

"I could ask the same thing about you ." Casey retorted. Shaking the turtle's blades off his gauntlet like the leafs in autumn trees.

Teddy bear brown eyes slide down to the figure in the court. Gaze softening slightly at the sight of the new but, familiar (h/c) haired woman.

" What are you doing Leo? "

The olive-green turtle was not pleased. A thin frown sucked in his bottom lip. Young inky orbs gazed at Casey Jr. Informing the other of the dangerous game that the teenage veteran was playing.

Trying his preferred recent method of escape, the adult slider deflected.

" Pfffh! None-ya business! " The ninja scolded.

" I'm an adult and I can do things on my own. It's me who should be asking ya', what you're doin' here? " Leo pressed, turning the tables to chastise the raven haired teen instead.

Casey wasn't impressed. So far during his time here it was nothing new when it came to the younger version of his master.

Taking the silence as his immediate answer, the blue bandana wearing turtle began to continue telling off the apocalyptic born teenager.

" Got nothin' to say? Great! Why don'tch'a run back to the lair like a good little boy and—"

" I know why you're here Leo and who for. "

Casey's interjection immediately shut up the blabbering olive-green turtle. His comment gaining the young mutant's undivided attention.

"What do you mean Casey?"

"Yeah whatcha' mean Casey?"

Leo swore he was going to throw himself right off this ledge.

From the shadows, the owner of the gruff voice emerged with two figures that backed up his lumbering stature.

There stood a definitely not happy Raph. Arms crossed his chipped plastron in obvious display of his displeasure with the scene. Brows furrowed at the two in front of him. Carrying the aura of a displeased mother ready to whip out the chancla.

Behind the alligator snapping turtle's left was a Donatello who was obviously here to capture Raph beating Leo's ass. Cause what else are brothers for?

Then to the irked elder brother's right was Mikey. Trying to get a comprehension of the situation the trio just walked into. Not wanting the end result to be just straight up violence without trying to resolve with talking first.

Casey did not expect this.

Before future boy even got the chance to speak, Leo rushed to answer the question. A dark blush erupting across his olive cheeks dusting them in a pinkish hue.

"It's nothing! Absolutely nothing! I think I am ready to head back now— " Leo rabbled trying to push the his brothers away from the scene just down below.

"Whatcha' hiding Leo?!" Raph roared. Pushing past his brother to walk towards the edge. Only to get the answer to his question.

Just not in the way he thought.

"Hello? Is someone up there?"

The blue bandana wearing turtle really hated his luck tonight.

For a solid few minutes no one moved or made a sound.

Leo would have to throttle them if they did.

It wasn't until the beating of your ball returned to fill the empty void is when the gang took it as the coast was clear.

Sighs of relief left all five of them as they took a moment to reassess the situation.

Not even a second later the three other color coded turtle brothers threw themselves at the ledge to see who had called to them.

Down below, a cute (h/c) haired girl dribbling a basketball across the faded court. Laying out shots and moves that would school them in less than five seconds.

Mischievous knowing grins stretched across the three brothers green complexions as they turned to look back at their brother.

" Don't you do it." Leo warned. Onyx eyes glaring at his brothers who were ready to explode from the sight.

And of course it was Michaelangelo who did first.

" Leeeooooo hass aaaaww cruuuussshhh!" Mikey squealed. Warm grey eyes brightening at the reveal. Shuffling closer to his brother with a dorky face.

"It all makes sense now why ya' didn't want anyone ta' know!" Raph laughed. His scowl quickly replaced with a shit-eating grin.

"Oh Leon, don't you know that we would've found out eventually?" Donnie mused. Making sure to use one of his pairs of robotic arms to get a pic of his blue bandana wearing brother's flustered expression.

They were all laughing. Well except Leo and Casey Jr.

"Okay, okay! Can you guys please leave now!" The adult slider begged, using his force to push his brothers further away from the court below where his ballerina was.

The ex-resistance soldier was at a loss for words. One moment the threat of a showdown with his master's younger self. The next, was a dog pile of fluff that could rival the amount of cavities you'd get from eating a whole store of nothing but candy.

"Come on Casey Jr! Let's leave Leon to gawk at his cwwrruusshh!~" Mikey gushed. Throwing a moss green arm around the younger raven-haired boy's shoulder.

Casey shrugged off the youngest brother's arm. Before replying with a grin of his own. "Okay Mikey, I'll catch up with you guys in a few."

Giving the doomsday boy the thumbs up the other three turtles siblings ran off ahead. Making sure to continue teasing their blue bandana brother with kissy noises as they departed.

They were assholes. But Leo loved them.

" So, what's up future-boy?" the red eared slider quipped. Raising an unamused brow to the fifteen year old ex-soldier.

"(Y/n). Stay away from her." Casey warned.

Anger burned within those inky abyss of the mutant's glare sparked by the teenager's response. His grip on his fore arm tightened and his lip grew tight with displeasure.

"Yeeeaaahhh— no. I don't think I will" Leo responded. Eyes sharp like the sheathed blades the turtle carried. The hockey masked teen returned the same look.

"You see sénõr— I'm in love with the sénõritá of my dreams" the blue bandana ninja stated. "It's a fact that the hero always gets the girl." He continued. "Every Lou Jitsu movie proves so and I the awesome handsome hero will win the heart of the girl. And —"

"How when you never talk to her?" Casey asked simply.

Onyx irises widen slightly. " Whatcha' mean? I might've not worked up the mojo yet but—"

"Leo, in my timeline you never spoke to (Y/n). Not until after the Krrang invasion." The veteran spoke. A shadow forecast his gaze the mask helping to aid in hiding his expression.

" You became leader of the Resistance and worked hard for many years. Too hard. I guess it hurt you so much that when you saw her again you couldn't risk losing her. Not again. "

" You didn't hurt her physically but, mentally. She wasn't the girl that is down in that court right now. " Casey admitted. His pitch voiced the despair he could still remember clearly in your (e/c) eyes.

Leonardo listened carefully. His expression serious versus his iconic clownish behavior.

The look reminded Casey of his Sensei. The years washed over the young ninja in a matter of seconds revealed by the receding tide.

"What I am saying is I'm watching you." The teenager sighed looking too old to be fifteen and too young to have served in a war.

Don't make me regret not doing anything now" Warned the boy-soilder. " I will tell your brothers of your problems if you don't fix them now."

A solemn look haunted the turtle's expression.

" Just treat her right " the raven hair veteran chirped. Gifting the adult red eared slider a reassuring grin and a pat to his shell.

" I will. " Leo confirmed.

"That's the spirit. Look I better scram I sure Mikey is won—"

Speaking of the box turtle, the cell in the future boy's pocket suddenly went off. The phone screen brighting up with the name of the person trying to contact him. Tiny speakers blaring the Lou Jitsu game theme song.

"Welp that's gotta be Mikey." Casey chuckled, swiping the phone out his pocket only to pause. Thumb hovering over the answer button.

" Just... remember I will protect her from you if I have too. " Casey reiterated. The neon green dots of his mask making his point clear even if his words didn't.

" Aye, aye Captain~" Leo confirmed giving the ex-resistance soldier a faux solute.

With a shake of his head the teen lifted his gauntlet to the neighboring structure. "See you later Leon"

"Right back at you Spiderman"

"Who?"

"Oh God no. Ask Donnie he can help you."

"O-kaaay.... see you."

"Adios amigo!"

With click spur of gears a burst of steam sent the graveling hook and Casey Jr flying through the illuminated metropolis back towards the lair. Regrouping with the rest of the Hamato clan.

Now that the mutant looney tunes was over, the blue bandana turtle could go back to enjoy his muse.

With an eager anticipation in his bones the turtle turned back to the aged court only to find that you were wrapping up for the night. Your usual (2f/c) towel in hand as you shrug on your (f/c) sports jacket. The sweat from your workout must've been turning cold.

Leonardo knows that he made a deal with Casey Jr but, it was hard not to follow the basketball ballerina home.

He'll just make sure she gets there safe.

Don't want another mutant rooster coming for the (e/c) eyed woman.

Next thing Leo knew he was back in his favorite camping spot, perched in the fire escape as he watched you unwind while watching your Lou Jitsu movies. Slurping down the top ramen that you ate religiously.

And like clock work you were out.

The blue color coded turtle knew he shouldn't.

Especially because of his deal with Casey Jr but, for Gram-Gram sake! This was his chance.

The night was young enough that the morning dawn wouldn't rise for a while. He had some wiggle room with this.

The quiet chatter from the television masked the faint creaky slide of the dingy window being opened.

The mutant turtle slithered into the sparse apartment. Finding the lack of personality to the place.

Was she possibly like April and spent all her money on school?

Upon inspection darks orbs found stacks of college books on the counter. Spines of the bemoths had topics about physics, engineering and mechanics.

She'd probably have a blast chatting with Donnie about his nerd stuff.

Somehow the thought turned the olive-green turtles gut but, didn't read too much into it.

Standing in the small space, Leo found himself already looming over most of your sparse belongings. Finding himself snickering or chuckling as he walked around the studio.

What you did have besides your surplus of top ramen bursting out of your little pantry in the area he assumed was supposed to be a little dollar-store kitchenette you assembled.

Stacked to the side of the crooked entertainment center in half-assed stack was an assortment of retro game cartridges, similar to the one Mikey retrieved from that merchant he went to for his Lou Jitsu game.

On the coffee table second-hand Jupiter Jim comics were splayed out amongst other papers. He assumes homework based on the frustrated mathematical problems written, scratched out, revised and rewritten again.

He hadn't meant to but, his wandering gaze made itself back to you. Somehow it always does. May the red eared slider be be awake or in his dreams.

He always found his way back.

Even when he doesn't mean to.

Subconsciously Leo apologized to Casey Jr for his dishonorable actions and how he was about to further break his promise.

Gulping down the saliva that pooled in his mouth. His left hand carefully caressed your soft (skin tone) skin a little grimy leftover from your show but, still just as lovely as the lashes that hid tired (e/c) orbs from his direct sight.

His thumb traced your cheek down the slope of your jaw before skimming back towards the soft plump object his dark gaze kept getting drawn back too.

He really couldn't help himself.

He was disgusting but, he couldn't deny the monkey that rattled in the ribs that caged it.

He really does love you.

Leaning forward the turtle pressed his lips on his thumbs target. Successfully devouring your mouth. His three digit hand came to hold your chin keeping your face in place so he may taste more.

Pulling away the grown mutant was basically a glowing red light bulb with how hot his face was.

He did it. He got his kiss but, the animal part of his brain wouldn't calm down.

It wouldn't accept just this one stolen kiss.

He had to have you. You were a drug like no other. Better than any endorphins he ever received from beating his brothers at their various competitions to having the last glorious slice of the pepperoni pie.

This was sooo much better.

Sorry Casey Jr but, I just can't stay away from her...

For a moment Leo really thought he could walk away.

Just admire from a distance.

Look, don't touch.

Allow (Y/n) to just live her life like the woman she was becoming. Just be happy for her.

But Leo was selfish. He knows this.

That's why he's gonna have to meet her. Somehow, someway. He needed to be closer.

These nighttime ballets can only sustain the zoo in his chest for so long.

With a sigh of content the adult slider petted the side of your sleeping face. Looming over you the turtle knew he couldn't leave until he stole one more sinful taste. Cradling the back of your head, threading strands of (h/c) with his large free hand.

He just needed it to last as long as possible. Just until next time.

Reluctantly the turtle left. Disappearing like the whisps of the departed without a sound.

The window sealed shut behind the vanishing olive ghost.

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Upon arriving back at the lair Leo found there wasn't a soul left in the main room as he crept through the sleeping base and into his bedroom.

The red eared turtle was about to retire to the land of dreams when he received a light knock on his door. A moment of silence before an adolescent voice broke through the thin barrier

"Leo? May I come in?"

Shit. It was Casey Jr.

"Sure bud. Me casa tu casa~" the tired ninja yawned. Dark eyes examining the teen who entered, shutting the door behind him as he passed through.

"What's up Casey 2.0?" The mutant inquired. Raised frow to join in his questioning look.

Leo knew why he was here.

The ex-resistance soldier sighed. No longer hidden behind his hockey mask. Eyes like Raph's teddy bears pierced through his mutated being.

"How was your patrol? You got back pretty late." Casey sneered. The disappointment was evident on the teens face. Lip tucked downwards.

He knew.

Leo was sure of it.

"It was fine. (Y/n)'s practice took for eeevvverr! And I thought women were supposed to take twenty million years on their hair not their game!" Leo humored.

"Ha." Casey mocked.

Despite it being the blue color coded turtle's chambers. An uncomfortable spill of stagnant silence over took the room. Air sapped up by rising waters.

He was giving Leo a chance to confess. Be honest now.

But, the veteran already knew what the red eared slider would choose. The ninja was his Commander for fifteen years of his life after all.

"Welp Casey Jr, if you don't need anything else. Some of us need our beauty sleep~" Leo ushered.

Casey took the hint.

"Goodnight Casey."

"Goodnight Leonardo."

The raven haired teen didn't bother making a show out of his departure back to his own quarters. Knowing that their conversation was a good enough indication of trust in their future relationship.

There will be none.

Casey scoffed as he laid back into his bed roll that Splinter lent him.

Fucking Leonardo. It didn't matter if it was the past, present, alternative future that red eared slider mutant mother fucker was always the same.

Spacetime continuum his ass.

Some things just never changed.

¶¶Creater's Notes¶¶

I did it! I finished it! Against my need for sleep I have finished this part dooooonnnneee!

I hope you guys liked it!

This basically is a part 2 to →this←

Might come out with a little ✨bonus part✨ for this little two-shot series I got going.~

I was originally gonna put in this one at the end after the creator's notes but, I was too eager to get this thing out.

Just let me know if you guys want it or not.

Technically I finished last night before bed but, I wanted to proof read one more time before posting.

Catch you guys on the flip side~

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birdietrait · 4 months

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ocs as obscure associations with cairo helsing

ANIMAL: a rat or a black cat (or a cockroach)

COLORS: neon red + blue

MONTH: january

SONGS: karma police - radiohead + exit music (for a film) - radiohead + self portrait - surf curse + white ferrari - frank ocean + moon river - frank ocean

NUMBER: 4

PLANTS: witch hazel + moss

SMELLS: cigarette smoke + crisp winter air

GEMSTONE: hematite + geothite

TIME OF DAY: 2am

SEASON: dead of winter

PLACES: in an alleyway + inside an abandoned house

FOOD: raspberries

DRINKS: lemon/lime soda

ELEMENT: fire

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: scorpio

SEASONINGS: chili powder

SKY: night sky full of stars

WEATHER: cloudy and cold

MAGICAL POWER: invisibility

WEAPONS: handgun

SOCIAL MEDIA: none

MAKEUP PRODUCT: smudged electric blue eyeshadow

CANDY: sour patch kids

METHOD OF LONG DISTANCE TRAVEL: motorcycle

ART STYLE: dadaism

FEAR: fear of losing control

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: cerberus

PIECE OF STATIONARY: stapler

THREE EMOJIS: 🚬🎇💥

CELESTIAL BODY: mars

#oc.cairo #ts4 #ts4 cas #ts4 simblr #simblr #show us your sims

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cerastes · 5 months

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What the fuck is blue archive if you know. I got 3 friends trying to pull me into it. Game looks pretty but not a fan of it being literally schoolgirls.

If you're not a fan of that then you're really not going to like it, yeah.

I played it a few months as a side game, for reference:

It's an autobattler that's nnnnnot really fun or good in terms of gameplay and I'd say it's boring, to be frank. However, the main draw of Blue Archive is not its gameplay, it is in fact everything surrounding it, it's got production values up the wazoo, including stellar music, great graphics, excellent animations, crisp and smooth effects, and overall it's a truly gorgeous package and wrapping. Basically, BA doesn't really care about having gameplay worth talking about and instead focuses on everything else presentation-wise and when it comes to its cutscenes, bond cutscenes, Live2D animations for characters, and all that. I'm told that it has a solid plot but I've also been told gullible is written on the ceiling so I'm just relaying that info but I'm not putting my name behind it. From what I played, I can tell you it had fun writing in a wacky way (I still hold Aru and Problem Solver dear, they are Team Rocket, basically), but that's the extent of my praise for (and my knowledge of) its writing.

It is unapologetically catastrophically horny for school girls so if that's a no-no for you, then that's THE no-no for you and you should not even consider it, yeah. You'll hear "um there's teachers too", which is true in the same way that the cheap delicious sandwich you ate at that joint last week was totally not rat meat because it had 2% ground beef in the patty.

So if you're looking for a game with great presentation, worth a look, if you want a game with fun gameplay, ActRaiser for the SNES is right there and it's very easy to emulate, you can play as an angel in that one and it's real fun and ambitious for its time, also it's got a real Castlevania-ass vibe going on with its music, and if you want a game in which you don't go googoogaga over schoolgirls, then you already stopped reading a few paragraphs ago, because, again, BA's absolutely not the game for you, so I'll take the chance to say that maybe look for a guide for ActRaiser before starting for the builder sections but JUST to see what things do, try to figure things out yourself from there on, trust me, it's a fun game. Super Castlevania IV is also good tbh you could try that one too, it's challenging but REAL solid. Listen to ActRaiser Stage 1.

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macaroonsims · 1 year

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Strawberry Shortcake Legacy challenge

rules are he same as my other challenges. Reach top of career, complete all goals plus aspiration for each gen to pass.

Enjoy!

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Gen 1: Strawberry Shortcake

traits: cheerful, foody, bookworm

aspiration: master chef

career: chef

live with your younger sister Apple Dumplin'

plant strawberries in back garden

master baking, gardening, cooking, acting, pet training skills

bake heart shape cookies, strawberry cakes, and strawberry pies.

have a cat called custard

have a dog called Pupcake

like colours pink and red

dislike the colour grey

never drink tea

have two kids (blueberry muffin and everything bagel)

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Gen 2: Blueberry Muffin

traits: neat, genius, proper

aspiration: renaissance sim

career: gardener, botanist branch

plant blueberries in garden

master logic and gardening skills

have a pet rat called cheesecake

have a husky called scouty

like the colour blue

have two children (orange blossom and cherry crisp)

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Gen 3: Orange Blossom

traits: loyal, creative, active

aspiration: painter extraordinaire

career: painter, any branch

like the colour orange

own a shop (any kind)

master painting, athletic, video gaming, embroidery, fizzing, and gardening skills

plant all types of fruits in your garden

go rollerskating often

have a butterfly (outdoor retreat)

have a dog called marmalade

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Gen 4: Raspberry Torte

traits: active, self-assured, hot headed

aspiration: bodybuilder

career: athletic, any branch

like the colour pink

master athletic, baking, piano, guitar, and knitting skills

bake raspberry pies often

plant raspberries in garden

have a racoon called rhubarb

have a chihuahua called chiffon

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Gen 5: Lemon Meringue

traits: genius, creative, good

aspiration: academic

career: mechanical engineer, later stylist

attend university to study engineering, get a job but you alter discover your true passion for fashion, quit and start your new career.

plant lemons and daisies in garden

like the colour yellow

complete frog collection

have a dog called henna

bake lemon bars and lemon meringue pies

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Gen 6: Plum pudding

traits: genius, dance machine, clumsy

aspiration: chief of mischief

career: scientist

master dancing and logic skills

have a dog named pitterpatch

have an owl familiar called elderberry

plant elderberries in garden

like the colour purple

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Gen 7: Ginger Snap

traits: genius, foody, bookworm

aspiration: nerd brain

career: engineer (any kind)

master crafting, robotics, and baking skills

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Gen 8: Huckleberry Pie

traits: active, loves the outdoors, music lover

aspiration: musical genius

career: musician

like the colour blue

master athletic, guitar

also collect frogs (you have your great-grandparent's collection)

have a dog called tom tom

have a pet rat called red hot

have twins

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Gen 9: Lime Chiffon

traits: foody, dance machine, bookworm

aspiration: master chef

career: chef

like the colour green

master cooking, baking, dancing skills

own a restaurant

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Gen 9.5: Lime Light

traits: self-absorbed, jealous, mean

aspiration: world famous celebrity, master actor

career: acting

like the colour green

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BONUS GEN: Apple Dumplin'

traits: creative, loves the outdoors, adventurous

aspiration: mt komorebi tourist, beach life, city native, jungle explorer

career: writer, journalist branch

plant apples in garden

master selvadoradian culture and writing skills

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You have reached the end of the challenge!

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fawnandshadows · 2 years

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Fawn Fest - Walking Through Velaris On a Chilly Night

prompt: Nyx crunching leaves in his tiny galoshes on an autumn walk through Velaris with his uncle Cass. Also a love letter for Cassian Week <3 Requested by @impossiblescissorspeachpaper

Word Count: 827.

Warnings: None. Fluff.

The air was crisp, almost bitterly so, which was unusual for the time of year. Only a few weeks prior had the air started to chill and the sun started to spend less time in the sky, and all of the residents of Velaris found themselves spending more and more time indoors. Their fireplaces coming to life with the flickers of orange flames, their ovens constantly full of fresh bread while their stews stayed hot over open fire, and mothers would bundle their children up in bulky, woolen sweaters.

It was the time of year where one’s own home was at its coziest — a warm, welcoming place that everyone was thinking of as they went about their day. And when the week was coming to its end, home was where everyone could be found.

Well, almost everyone.

If anyone had looked out their window just before evening they would have found the Lord of Bloodshed and his nephew walking along the Sidra.

They owned the streets as everyone else was tucked safely into their houses, and their only companions were the fallen leaves that littered the ground — small piles of red, orange, and yellow could be seen on the corners of the streets, and the uncle would place his hand on his nephews shoulder to stop him from jumping into the piles that weren’t quite large enough to truly cushion his fall.

The pair continued to walk through the streets aimlessly, when they left the house earlier that day they didn’t have a destination in mind. Cassian saw the restless energy in Nyx, the energy that he himself felt so often, as his nephew was staring out the bay window of the townhouse after lunch. His parents were sleepy from the large feast Elain had prepared with the twins, and they were snoring on top of each other on the couch when Cassian asked Nyx if he wanted to go for an adventure — his nephew looked at him with excited blue eyes and immediately jumped into his bright yellow galoshes, his wings flapping excitedly behind him.

Cassian knelt in front of him after grabbing Nyx’s scarf from where it hung by the door and slowly wrapped it around him, and Cassian tucked it into his jacket after he helped guide Nyx’s tiny arms through the sleeves.

He contemplated leaving a note for his brother and sister in law, but he decided just to tell Elain, who was still puttering around the kitchen. And when he poked his head through the doorway Cassian tucked away his surprise at seeing Elain sitting at the table, sharing a cup of hot coffee with Azriel. A small bundle of fur laid on Azriel’s lap. After a second Cassian recognized Jasmine, the stray that Elain had brought home and adopted a few weeks ago. The little kitten had packed on some healthy weight since then, and its black fur had regained its shine, but the little beast never got over Cassian calling her a rat.

She growled a little every time she saw him.

In fact, it was her growl that alerted his brother and Elain to his arrival.

Cassian had the unnerving feeling that he was interrupting something private, so he simply asked them to tell Feyre and Rhysand that he was out with Nyx when they woke up. And left before either of them decided to give him a flimsy excuse as to why there was only one steaming cup of coffee being shared between them, or why the tips of Elain’s fingers were placed delicately next to Azriel’s on the table.

Cassian simply nodded his head towards them and left the room. He slipped his feet into his own sturdy galoshes, slipped on a coat he was pretty sure belonged to Azriel, grabbed his nephew's tiny hand, and headed out.

They explored almost all of Velaris that day, Cassian telling Nyx all of the historical tidbits that he knew — and he took Nyx to one of his most favorite spots in the city. He watched his nephew’s face glaze over in wonder as he heard about the legend of a dragon that appeared in Velaris, one that was brought about by love and heartache to protect the city.

And the entire time they roamed about the city, they walked in the oddest, most impractical way.

Rather than walking in straight lines, they took giant, oblong steps.

Sometimes walking side to side. Or hopping onto one foot a few feet in front of where they stood. Anyone looking out at them undoubtedly tilted their head in confusion, but the actions of the Lord of Bloodshed and the Princeling of the Night Court made perfect sense.

To themselves, at least.

They were crunching leaves.

To Nyx, it was the satisfying crunch of the leaves crumbling beneath his galoshes that sent him into a fit of giggles that drove his actions.

And to Cassian, he was simply following where his prince led.

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salsflore · 7 months

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sat quietly to the side of the makeshift archery arena, mika watches intently as childe lands what was probably his fifth or sixth bullseye.

they’d been at it for about half an hour or so, and while she enjoyed the crisp, cooling breeze — she was beginning to get bored of merely watching him from a distance which, though it went unvoiced, became evident in her yawns and stretches.

childe takes notice of this, of course, and stops for a quick breather, setting the bow aside before going over to her. “you okay?” he asks, with a sheepish smile, reaching to pat her head. “i feel bad, making you sit here to do nothing. why don’t you join me?”

“err,” she hesitates but ultimately refuses, shaking her head to save herself the very much likely embarrassment, “nah — it’s fine, i’d probably be like, super bad at it anyways.”

“just a few rounds, please?” he’s intent on convincing her, and she loathed the idea of disappointing him, so its not like it took him much for her to sigh and say ‘okay, fine..’

his pitiful expression turns into one of excitement as he takes her by the arms and pulls her up and along to the practice area, just a few steps away. “it’ll be fun! trust me. and who knows.. you might even be a much better archer than i am!”

he lets go of her to pick his bow up, handing it to her. it was a sleek silver with gradient blue accents that almost appeared to glow; pristine, unusual in its design, and also much heavier than she expected.

thankfully though, its not enough for her to struggle with. mika positions herself on the spot he’d designated for himself, using a little flower on the ground. “n - now how do i do this..?”

“like this.” he takes a moment to help her out, minimally adjusting her stance and nocking the arrow for her. “there you go!”

feeling both nervous and excited, she readies herself for that perfect bullseye she was secretly hoping for. a little unrealistic, given it was her very first time – but she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t hoping a little.

though it was a bit difficult, she manages to pull the bowstring back, launching the arrow and watching in anticipation as it... flies right over the target.

oh.

her first instinct is to just crumple up into a ball on the ground, but she’s left standing there instead, immediately and absolutely dying from her unnecessarily exaggerated embarrassment.

she looks over at childe, who’s trying his absolute hardest to hold back a laugh [ not like he found her failure funny, more so her reaction ] upon noticing her visibly flustered expression as she begins to fret, stammering an apology, which he interrupts.

“it’s fine, it’s fine, i promise! it was your first time – so just, just calm down a little, okay?” he lets a small laugh slip, and takes a step behind her. “i’ll help you.”

now he’s closed whatever little distance they had between them, and it’s getting harder for her to maintain focus. its not like this was the first time, yet...

“like this.” a new arrow is nocked once more and, instead of simply guiding her this time, childe places his gloved hands over hers to correct her stance where necessary. “then... you let go.”

bulls— err, well, nevermind.. but at least with his guidance, the arrow was able to actually hit the target this time, instead of just avoiding it completely.

“close enough..” mika remarks, and sighs, lowering the bow once he lets go of her. “ah, whatever! i give up. here,” she offers it back to him, and he takes it.

“you give up too easily, and that won’t do ～ how about this: if you get a single bullseye, i’ll reward you with a kiss?” he teases, hoping for a reaction..

but she ends up directly rejecting him instead, shaking her head with a huff. “no way. that’s even more of a reason for me not to do it — i’d really rather just watch you.”

“but isn’t that way more boring?”

“well, i mean, you’re pretty good at it, so–”

“pause. is that a compliment i’m hearing?” he sets the bow down, “huh! i never thought i’d live to see the day.”

“would you rather i lie to you, or..?”

“c’mon, don’t be like that. i’m just saying, its rare of you to be so nice to me.” childe jokes, and throws his arms around her. she resists, to no avail. “makes it all the more sweeter to hear.”

“...you’re welcome, i guess.” she mutters, awkwardly hugging him back. not like she wanted to or anything, it’d just be rude if she didn’t, right? [ or at least, that’s what she tells herself. ]

“am i skilled enough for it to warrant a kiss, too?” there’s hope in his voice, though he already knew her answer. mika’d always been pretty predictable in that regard.

“maybe.” she says, but he manages to sneak a kiss off of her anyways. she whines in annoyance, but doesn’t do anything to stop him when he leans in for another, either.

he taps his foot, “i’m expecting more later, by the way.. like, a little reward for everytime i land a bullseye.”

“i hope you miss terribly, then.”

childe squeezes her. “how mean,” he lets go of her and picks the bow back up. “but its more satisfying this way, to prove you wrong.”

“so... be sure to watch me closely, ‘kay?”

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#i didnt write this in one shot but it was all late at night when i was half asleep and everything i said was barely coherent probably #this was just a thingyy but it became a bit longer than i expected hashtag whatever #﹒﹒self indulgent writings #⠀monoceros caeli ✦ 21.11⠀

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just-3d-mario-things · 1 year

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Verdict: I liked it!

The Super Mario Bros. Movie was absolutely a love letter to fans. Yeah, I’ll admit that if you didn’t grow up with Mario, there’s not much for you in terms of story. It’s your basic Family Member Goes Missing, gotta save them and also Save The World I Guess kinda movie. I won’t give a comprehensive review, but I’ve got some thoughts about it :)

Positive

- Deep cuts! Foreman Spike from Wrecking Crew, as well as Charles Martinet cameoing as classic Mario’s design, was a nice touch

- Yeah, it’s an isekai, but isekais aren’t inherently bad. Mario has a lot of different continuities, and in some it is an isekai. They obviously care a lot about the Super Show, doing the jingle and all. They manage to respect their audience’s intelligence, and don’t provide much exposition (which is awesome!)

- Diversity! There were so many Mario enemies and races in the movie, it was great. Shyguys kidnap Luigi, Dry Bones chase him through a swamp reminiscent of Luigi’s Mansion, the penguins from 64 have their own kingdom, all kinds of Koopas and Spinies make appearances, Goombas look like Goombas, there are like a hundred unique Kong designs, and we get a Luma! I’m not sure if it’s meant to be Lumalee or not, though they do bear a striking resemblance to them. The writers did their homework.

- The jokes for we the fans were genuinely pretty funny. There’s a part when Mario is fighting DK and has only tried one type of Power Up thus far, a regular mushroom to make him bigger. Mario grabs a blue Mini Mushroom, unaware of its effects. The audience gets to see Mario triumphantly grab the mushroom, thinking it’ll make him stronger. There’s a good moment for the audience members who know exactly what’ll happen, but those unaware of the Mini Mushroom won’t until it happens and Mario goes tiny.

- A good Power Up selection! I was afraid only the Fire Flower would be used, but we got Cat Mario, Tanooki Mario, Fire Peach and DK, Ice Flower Peach, and Super Star Mario and Luigi. Here’s hoping the sequels will use Bee Mario, Penguin Suit Mario, and Frog Mario. Oh! And the Feather Cape is kinda cameoed in their plumbing commercial, when they’re posing on the stools wearing capes. That was pretty neat.

- A solid mix of games’ soundtracks and elements. I didn’t notice much from Sunshine unfortunately, no FLUDD or Bowser Jr or anything. Come to think if it, does Bowser Jr exist in this continuity? How about the Koopalings? Evidence of Ludwig exist: the piano Bowser plays is Ludwig von Koopa brand, which was really funny.

- Bowser. Bowser Bowser Bowser. I think he was perfect, honestly. We all knew it when Jack Black stepped up to the plate, but seeing the piano scenes. And him dressed in his suit with the top hat. Man. I’m so glad they went for a mix of dopey lovesick Bowser from Odyssey and super powerful firebreath Bowser from Galaxy. I really like that if you censor his Peaches song correctly, you could make it sound like he’s saying “bitches”, which is objectively funny. No bitches :’(

- The Jungle Kingdom was a super fun segment. Literally a rollercoaster. I really enjoyed the showdown between DK and Mario, the sound effects and music were on point. They play the opening riff that plays in the original Donkey Kong when he bends the girders, and then. The DK rap plays. It was so unexpected that I had to laugh aloud. DK uses it as like his personal anthem, kinda like how professional wrestlers have a signature song they play when they come out into the ring. The unique Kongs were really cool to see too, like in the stands and the dude who drives them into the kingdom. At one point Diddy in the stands has the bongoes from Donkey Konga, it’s all a blast.

- Speaking of, Seth Rogen’s DK is surprisingly strong. Like, dang, I didn’t expect the “Seth Rogen laugh” to actually fit DK’s character, but it does!

- Okay, fine, Crisp Rat did a passable job. I never forgot it was him, but they eased into the voice by having him do a fakey Italian voice at the beginning. Still waiting on the dub featuring English cast + Italian dub Mario with no subtitles. Considering how low in content the story is, it would be a perfectly fine movie if you muted him completely :)

- The animation! I mean, you’ve seen the trailers, this is the best work Illumination has done, no question. I really like how they partially modelled the characters after their VAs. Bowser is just dripping with Jack Black’s chaotic energy, and Luigi and Mario are eerily reminiscent of Charlie Day and Crisp Rat despite being 100% Luigi and Mario. Toad is pretty solid as well, Key does a really good Toad voice without it being incredibly grating. Jack Black’s smile and Parks & Recreation-era Crisp Rat seem to be some inspiration behind the way they emote.

- Peach is pretty good. I like her voice, Anya Taylor Joy understood the assignment. She isn’t too “girlboss-y”, and she’s actually kind of a weirdo. I love that for her. Makes sense, she was raised by Toads and all. She only brings Mario along to help him, and she isn’t really saved by him at all. She’s delightfully pink and pretty, and oooh her wedding dress, Fire Flower dress, and Ice Flower Dress are all soo pretty. Like seriously, I want that wedding dress. She only gets to hover exactly once during the training montage, and she doesn’t get her parasol, but otherwise I quite liked her. She doesn’t have any groundbreaking character development or anything, or even much for flaws, but she’s just peachy in my opinion :)

- I think the Question Blocks serving as Toad ATMs was really funny. Also, I liked that Pauline was on the TV in Brooklyn. And the brothers’ family was fun to see, they absolutely captured the Italian-American family dynamic. Also, acknowledging the white gloves was pretty funny. We got to see Mario’s actual hands, too, which was… unsettling. Luigi’s ringtone is the Gamecube startup sound, Mario’s playing Kid Icarus on his home TV, Satoru Iwata features in the credits, and the little retro shop in the Mushroom Kingdom was neat. I feel like they referenced all throughout Mario’s history, unlike the Sonic movies where they only focused on the golden years of the Genesis games (no shade to the Sonic movies, I actually really liked them too)

- Oh the score. Ohhhh the score. Just… the score. Not enough Galaxy rep, but it’s forgiven. They use the themes from Mario games so well, it’s actually incredible. Just, like, go watch it and see how many you can recognize. I think I got most of them, though I wish they used the Wii Rainbow Road music since that’s the RR I’m most familiar with. Ah, well. I’m not sure if they used a Mario Kart theme for that scene or nor, someone who’s played the other Mario Karts will have to tell me

Negative

- crisp rat >:(

- Lack of Sunshine rep :( I can’t remember if there were any musical references, but I didn’t detect any, anyway. No Shadow Mario, Bowser Jr, Piantas, or FLUDD. Maybe we’ll get to Isle Delfino in the sequel?

- No Funky, Birdo, Rosalina, Daisy, Wario, or Waluigi. I can’t expect to get all of the fun side characters, but when I saw the Kong kingdom and the Luma I had a few shreds of hope that Funky and Rosa would show. I have a feeling Miyamoto doesn’t really like Wario/Waluigi, which is fair but sad. There wasn’t much room for Daisy and Birdo since the movie was so quick-paced. With the Yoshi egg teased at the end, it is possible Birdo will appear in the sequel? Maybe? And since it is an isekai, it’s revealed that no humans are native to the Mushroom Kingdom/Peach’s world, so maybe Daisy just doesn’t fit in this narrative. Ah, well.

- I have a feeling other reviews will remark on this, but Cranky is kinda weak :( I expected him to get better dialogue/direction, since I think Fred Armisen is generally a good actor. He just wasn’t… cranky enough? I dunno. Every time he spoke, I just pictured a voice actor in a booth instead of Cranky Kong.

- The story was… a Shigeru Miyamoto story. That is, no real intense story beats. They don’t really try anything new, but hey. You don’t walk into the Mario Movie expecting Miyazaki, y’know? It was all a bit too fast-paced for me, but I get it, it’s better than senseless filler. Illumination likes cheap movies, so the short runtime might cover for the quality animation.

- The licensed songs aren’t abysmal, but I wish there were fewer where Mario songs could have taken their place. I dunno, as much as I love Take on Me, I feel like there’s a better song out there for introducing the Jungle Kingdom.

Aaand those are my thoughts! I have more, but I’m sleepy and it’s 1:58 AM for me at the mo’. I’m sure I’ll be MarioMovie Posting in the future :)

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Well, here we are. I am dragging Ezra into the dragon ‘verse next. Fair warning, while Jack’s story is wholesome and law-abiding, Ezra’s is very much not.

Warnings: illegal activities, Ez is an asshole, swearing

Word count: 1.3k

Eventual Ezra x f!reader

"Please tell me you are joking," Ezra implored the man on the other side of his computer. "I will happily laugh along to your little joke if only you say it is a joke."

His sort of boss smiled, more amused than sympathetic. "Not a joke, my friend," he said. "Consider it a… personal favor."

Ezra had to pause to take a deep breath. He could not ignore that. A personal favor from the world's best and most established black market dragon dealer? That was no small thing to dismiss, and could give him a good step up when he needed it.

He blew out a breath, noisy and resigned. "A personal favor," he agreed. "You'd best not forget this."

On screen, his boss smiled, showing white even teeth. His jacket, tailored perfectly across his shoulders, was beautifully embroidered with gold and jewel tones (something that Ezra noted with no small amount of jealousy). A few hints of gold were visible in the shot behind him, along the wall of the library. The man did like to show off his power sometimes.

"I won't forget this," he promised, smooth as satin. "You've got a week to prep. I'll send you the meeting coordinates." He hung up without another word, leaving Ezra staring at a "call ended" screen.

Ezra shut his laptop, aggravated. He had been saddled with partners before, on many jobs. With some jobs, that was not ideal, but fine.

But a partner for a nest raid?

Ezra already knew exactly what that person would be. A distraction. At worst, a snack for an angry dragon.

His lip curled angrily, and he swore softly to himself. But he went to go do some preparations of his own.

Since apparently he was going to be babysitting.

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You could hardly contain your excitement even as you hopped off the bus. You weren't there yet, you knew you still had a ways to go. But you were here! In the crisp air of the Rockies, backpack on your back, feeling very bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

Even though you already had the instructions memorized, you still looked at your phone again, at the emailed instructions.

After the bus arrives, you'll have half an hour before your ride picks you up. Look for the dark blue Ford Explorer with local plates.

So, you still had several minutes to take care of things. Like a quick bathroom break. And a snack.

You honestly weren't sure how long the trip was, out to wherever you were going. You hadn't been told.

But that was fine. You were out here. You were going to learn so much.

A dark blue Explorer stopped across the street from the bus station. Local plates. No one getting out, or in. Could be your ride.

You observed quietly for a minute before deciding to take your chance. You walked over to the car.

The driver's side window rolled down before you could knock on it, the man inside glowering at you. He was very handsome, with unkempt brown hair but for a blonde streak, and beautiful brown eyes.

He was also, you discovered a moment later, an ass.

"Get in the car before you draw attention to us," he grumbled. "We are trying to avoid detection, in case someone neglected to tell you."

You blinked at him, lips parted, momentarily flabbergasted. Then you shut your mouth and walked around the car. You got in, setting your backpack at your feet, and buckled in.

"How long is the drive?" You asked, a little afraid, as he started driving.

"Four hours." He shot you a look. "How much did he tell you?"

"I mean, I know what we're doing. But I was told that everything else would come from you, that you'd tell me where exactly we're going and how long this will take."

He sighed, once, short and sharp through his nose. "Call me Ezra," he grumbled.

"I'm–"

"I don't care. Until you have proven to me that you are better than useless, you will be Channel Rat. Understand me?"

Oh. That hurt. You could feel the excitement dying in your chest. But you nodded and whispered, "Fine."

The next twenty minutes were spent in quiet. The further away from town you got, the fewer cars you passed. The highway was narrow and winding, two lanes making their way through the countryside. It was gorgeous territory out here, and you had seen a lot in your life. But the quiet and the beauty of nature around you? With few people to interrupt that beauty?

Marvelous. Just marvelous.

Then Ezra started talking.

"Now, I understand this is your first trip out. I must admit I have never had anyone so green with me before. I am going to lay down some ground rules to keep the both of us safe. Or, safe as we can, considering our target is a dragon nest." He glanced at you and you nodded to show you were paying attention.

"Good. You need to do whatever I tell you to, when I tell you to. No arguing. Watch where I walk, watch what I do. There's no rescue out here, no backup team, no easy way out." His lips thinned into a hard line.

"I know."

"Do you?" He cut his gaze over to you, very obviously taking you in.

And you ignored the flash of irritation, the realization that he was just another douchebag man who thought he knew better than you and dismissed you out of hand. You swallowed down the rage. That had no place out here. "I do, in fact."

He snorted softly but looked away, lapsing into silence again. He wasn't still as he drove, tapping his fingers on the wheel and fidgeting in his seat. He flipped the headlights on as it got dark.

He pulled off the road onto a smaller road, not as kept up. This one was bumpier, making conversation impossible (as if you'd been having any to begin with).

Finally, he pulled off at a cramp ground, and parked at the campground at the back. You raised your eyebrows.

"We're staying here tonight," was all he said as he turned off the car and got out. You scrambled out too and took your things over to the camp site.

Well. At least your first night's sleep would be on flat ground.

You could hear Ezra behind you, moving around and muttering to himself. When you looked, he had a small, single-occupant pop-up tent set up. He tossed a sleeping bag inside and plopped himself inside as well, leaving the flap open.

You were beginning to hate this trip. Just a little.

Your own tent was easy to set up, and you hid yourself away in your tent. You didn't care how it looked. You didn't care what he thought.

He had made it abundantly clear that he didn't want to talk, or make nice, or even give you a single chance. Fine. You could return the favor.

You ate your dinner in silence. You were prepared for this, had spent weeks so excited for this trip. You had double and triple checked your pack.

You weren't gonna let this asshole ruin it for you.

You could hear him muttering to himself, but he did seem to be talking to himself. So you didn't concern yourself with his mutterings.

Instead, you pulled out your notebook to take notes of the day. It was a bit old fashioned, maybe, but you liked the process of actually writing your thoughts down, putting pen to paper.

The words flowed tonight, channeling your frustrations and helping vent some of your rage. It was enough. Just enough to be able to set your feelings aside and sleep.

You knew you'd need it for the next day. Especially if you were expected to hold your tongue.

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