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IN THE FALLING SNOW (CORIOLANUS SNOW X FEM!READER)

warnings: this contains spoilers for The Ballads of Songbirds and Snakes, so read at your own risk. furthermore, this is smut - coriolanus snow smut. expect porn with a bit of plot, degradation, spitting, throat fucking, p in v, virginity taking, oral (m and f receiving), marking, idk just all of that good stuff. point is: mdni.

notes: this is like, really quickly proofread (and almost 8k words lol oops) , so apologies for any grammatical mistakes that pop up. also, this is the first time I've ever actually written smut so bear with me here. anyway, enjoy!

You were probably one of the only souls in Panem that knew the truth about the Snows. Shrouded in deceit of their true wealth status and fear of the truth being sung across the Capitol, you held onto their secret more closely to your chest than any of your own.

Having grown up on the Corso, practically next-door neighbors to the Snows in a penthouse befitting your own status, it wasn’t uncommon for you to be caught spending time between yours and the cousins almost every day. So much time, that the high society of the Capitol could almost always count on the L/N’s and Snow’s appearing at any event with the other in tow.

That was, of course, until the rebellion. While your parents had decided on siding alongside the president, the Snow’s had decided on another course, driving a wedge right through the once unbreakable bond between the two. And once the bombings had come and gone, you still had all your affluence and one less mother, but the Snow’s had found themselves even worse off.

However, you and Coriolanus Snow didn’t let any of that deter your own relationship.

---

“Coryo! Come on! Punctuality is a dish best not served cold.” You jeered over to your friend who had just exited his front door onto the wide and ever-expanding avenue.

His blue eyes locked onto your own as he made his way over to your car, the Avoxes in the front seat doing nothing more than staring straight ahead, ready to make the trip over to the Academy. As he entered, you made note of his blouse that could only have been touched by Tigris’ clever hand.

“Wow. Did Tigris do this for you? It’s beautiful.” Snow watched you dote on his reaping attire as he nodded ‘yes’ to your question.

“It was one of my father’s.” he finally replied as you contently sat back further into your family car’s seat.

“So,” you started. “How are you feeling about your mentorship for the Games this year?”

He raised a brow at you as he pondered your question. “In all honesty, I’m just hoping for a good tribute selection. 1 or 2 would be preferable, but even 4 or 11 would suffice. Someone with a chance of succeeding, I suppose.”

You inclined your head through his reasoning. It made sense, you had always known Coryo to be a competitive man – wanting nothing more than the control to make things go as he pleased.

“Well, with your charm and wits, I’m sure you could make any contender into a victor.”

---

And, oh, how right you were. Watching your Coryo more than triumph over his mentorship and even getting his tribute to win the Hunger Games had your own pride swelling in turn. This was all he ever wanted. To have his reputation goldened and his University spot secured, you couldn’t wait to see how he would blossom in the coming years.

What you were less than happy about, however, was how closely he and that District 12 girl had become. Sharing a picnic in that rat-infested zoo? Going to her for problems that he used to come to you about? Oh, your ego took a bruising after that.

Was she there for him after he lost his parents? No.

Was she there for him as his fortune declined? No.

Was she there to sneak food over to him to make sure the family didn’t die from starvation? No.

Was she there to hold him at night when he couldn’t sleep even after attempting to find solace in his mother’s compact? No.

What did she do? Sing a little song and twirl in her rainbow dress? Oh, please. You knew a flirt when you saw one, and did she ever fit the bill.

A part of you had even hoped that she died in the Games. Easy. Out of their lives forever and what was the biggest problem after that? Getting Coryo to University? With a little convincing you were sure you could’ve gotten your own father to sponsor him. Really, he needed to get over his little conviction with the Snow’s. It’s not like he didn’t owe Crassus more than that.

But besides that, you felt like you were losing your best friend. Had you been in love with him for years hoping he’d return your affections? Of course. Were you perfectly comfortable staying his friend and supporting him even so? I mean, not really, but sooner or later he would have realized that you were all he’d ever need.

If only that stupid little songbird would just fly away.

---

Arriving home from the Academy after the end of the Games, your feelings were twisted in a knot. More than anything you just wanted to climb into your room and sulk or find a way to get your father to cause an “accident” for that Lucy Gray Baird on her way back to 12, whatever would be more appealing at the time.

But, you knew you had to get over to the Snow’s to congratulate Coryo. Jealousy aside, you were still so proud of all he’d done and wanted to make sure he knew that.

Once you entered the penthouse, Tigris greeted you with a big smile and an even bigger hug.

“Oh, Y/N,” she sobbed. “I can’t believe he actually did it!”

You couldn’t help but fall further into her hug, genuinely happy in her arms. She was right. You were being selfish thinking about him and the girl at a time like this. Tomorrow you could be bitter all you want, but tonight, tonight was about Coriolanus Snow.

Helping her and the Grandma’am set up their old party favors and arranging the cake you brought over for him, you couldn’t help but wait for his arrival. Not being part of the mentorship, you had left as soon as the Games concluded allowing for Coryo to debrief with his fellow members and any newscasters looking for an interview.

Hearing the door turn, you all jumped up in celebration as you saw him enter. Noticing immediately that something was wrong with him, you dropped your arms as he burst into tears. Shocked, you started to make your way over to him as he ran into your arms, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he began to tell you about Highbottom and the Games.

And that’s when your world came crashing down around you.

---

You found yourself in Coryo’s room as he had his head placed in your lap, arms wrapped tight around your legs as you ran your hands through his hair. A position the two of you hadn’t found yourselves in for quite some time, but one that you both found nothing but comfort in.

“Maybe they’ll change their minds. Realize that losing you as a Capitol citizen is more a punishment onto themselves than for you.” You attempted to reason with him. To give him any sort of hope.

He only turned his head in your lap to face you. “Maybe if Highbottom didn’t hate me, but this feels more personal than even just being caught for cheating.”

“What about Gaul?” you tried, combing through his curly locks. “She seemed to have really taken a liking to you with all that extra essay work and singling you out whenever she could.”

“Gaul is certifiably insane and even more like her mutations than you’d realize.” He rebuked. “No, she wouldn’t even let me into the Citadel to try and reason with her. This is my only option.”

You both were silent for a stretch until you broke the silence with a hiccup. Feeling your body start to shake, Coryo rose from your lap to see you silently crying into your free hand. He reached for your head to bring into his chest, allowing you to release your emotions onto him.

“Oh, my Y/N.” The way he softly cooed your name made you latch your arms around him and cry even harder.

With a break in your hysterical state, you retreated your head away from his now tear-stained shirt and looked up at him.

“I don’t want you to go.” You confessed. “I want you to stay here. With Tigris. With the Grandma’am. With me. Please.”

His gaze softened while studying your features. He brushed back your slightly sweaty hair from your forehead as he placed a loving kiss upon it. You closed your eyes in the tender moment, never wanting it to end.

“I’ll always come back to you.” He asserted. “I promise.”

Trying your best not to lose your composure again, you buried yourself back into him, hiding your face from view. Tangling yourselves together, you attempted to find a semblance of sleep in his embrace, knowing that this may be the last intimate moment you get with him in years.

Eyes falling shut and breathing becoming labored, Coryo watched as you drifted asleep in his arms. His Y/N. His beautiful, intelligent, loyal Y/N. He knew he should have kissed you before. Told you that he’d only ever want to fall asleep in your arms, no matter what the news made of his and Lucy Gray’s relationship. But the good man in him knew that would have just made things worse for you, after he left, and he needed you to stay strong and become the powerful woman you were born to be.

And the not-so-good man in him reveled at the fact that you would always ache for more from him. Waiting until he returned. Loyal until the end. And if he returned to see you with someone else? Well, that would be sure to be remedied quickly. Because, as you were both severely aware, Snow lands on top.

---

It had been months since you’d last seen him. And every day still hurt as much as the last. While you did receive letters from him, it was never the same as having him here. In person. Across the avenue and readily available at your beck and call.

With the worsening state of the Grandma’am and Tigris’ situation, you tried to help as much as you could, but your father strictly forbade anymore spending on the two after Coryo’s departure. He even threatened to send you to the Citadel for a “long-term internship” if only to keep you away. So, all you could do was watch the further deterioration of your family.

On a late day in September, you and your father were preparing to leave for the University for a pre-semester gala, attended by those in current attendance, and new studies joining in just a few days.

You smoothed down your blood-red, pin-straight formal gown, backless with a slit rising just up to your upper thigh, viewing yourself in your large vanity mirror white fixing your satin gloves. A tulle train adorned the back of your gown, wrapping around your waist and sparkling slightly with the gems attacked throughout it. Not as eccentric as some of the other Capitol citizens, you kept a rather minimalistic style, but you looked good, like, really fucking good. Hair styled in an intricate updo and makeup accentuating your features, you couldn’t help but enjoy your reflection. What was wrong with a bit of self-indulgence?

It’s not that you would describe yourself as vain or vapid, but rather know the worth in your own beauty. If you were to be a woman in a wolf-den of men, playing to your strengths and charms would be the only way to get anywhere, besides your self-assured intelligence, of course.

Breaking you out of your trance, you heard your father call from the foyer that the car had made itself around and was ready to depart. Taking a deep breath and checking your appearance once more, you began your trek into the snake pit.

---

Just as you had suspected, the hall was full of high-class society goers, along with many of the staff and faculty of the University. This was your time to solidify past Academy connections as well as create new ones as the environment called for. Knowing people was everything. And knowing people liked you was even better.

Making your rounds with your father, you stopped to chat with some of his associates and peers to begin your night. Already growing bored with the conversation, you stopped a passing Avoxes to grab a glass of posca to solicit a light buzz, making the night infinitely better.

Excusing yourself from the group to take a breather of business talk, you began to make your own way around to speak to some of your fellow Academy graduates among some influential figures in the University.

Currently speaking to Hilarius Heavensbee, the two of you were catching up on what you had both done after graduation, among small talk of the hushed Hunger Games.

“No, my parents were still pissed that my tribute only made it to 8th place, but how was that my fault?” he exclaimed. “The girl was already on her deathbed by the time she made it into the arena, and I couldn’t send her a miracle on a drone.”

You giggled at his exasperated state, slightly because of the posca you still sipped on.

“At least you got to mentor,” you bemused. “Fucking Persephone Price beat me out for a spot, so all I had was a good seat and an ability to bet.”

“Oh?” he said in a teasing lilt. “And did you place any bets my way, Y/N?”

You caught his eyes looking you up and down in a lustful gaze. You were always friendly with Hilarius back in the Academy, but never entertained much more than that, since your heart had always belonged to him.

But, as your body grew warm with the posca and need to feel wanted, you couldn’t help yourself from taking a small step closer to Hilarius, though still a respectable distance given the circumstances, while you dedicated a small giggle to him.

“Now, Hilarius,” you remarked. “If you wanted me to place my bets on you, you should have given me a little bit more to work with.”

He rolled his eyes at your slight jab, even knowing you were only teasing.

“Just because my tribute didn’t know how to please a crowd, doesn’t mean I don’t.”

The slight innuendo didn’t slip past you even in your hazy state. If anything, it only caused you to peer at him through your long lashes, blinking slowly as you licked your bottom lip. Before either of you could speak again, a murmur rushed through the crowd as you noticed people staring toward the entrance of the room. Turning to see what the commotion was about, you almost let the glass slip through your hands as you saw him staring right at you.

Standing shocked and immovable, all you could see was him, completely forgetting about Hilarius and your prior engagement. It was as if the commune around you was nothing more than a backdrop to your reunion. You watched as he greeted faculty and society members alike, never moving from your spot as he continuously flicked his eyes over to you.

He was back. Your Coryo was actually here. Suited in a black ensemble, he looked more handsome than you even remembered. How was that possible? He didn’t say anything in his last letter about returning home. Last you remember, he was still waiting back on his officer test results, so why the fuck is he at the University gala?

Whether it took minutes or hours, you kept your spot and waited for him to make his way over. And as soon as his full attention was on you, you couldn’t tell if you were going to sob, faint, or both at once. Long strides took him over to you, where he tilted his head down to view your frame.

Still stuck in a stupor, the best you could get out was, “H-hi.”

His mouth quirked up in a half-smile as he returned his own “Hello, Y/N.”

Your name flowing from his lips finally broke you out of the shocked state you were in as you grabbed his hand and made your way over to one of the balconies hidden behind a large curtain. With the fresh air giving you some reprieve from the heat your body was melting in, you enclosed him in a hug burying your face in his chest. Inhaling his rose scent, all your nerves relaxed. Something only he could ever do.

“Oh, Coryo,” you sighed. “I missed you so much. Every single day I missed you. What are you doing here? Why are you –“ Finally looking up to face him, all you saw was anger painted on his face.

Furrowing your brows, confusion clouded your features as you couldn’t understand why he was looking at you like that.

Jaw ticking, he stayed silent.

“Coryo?” you cooed like a child in trouble.

Something about the way you spoke his name finally had him relaxing his muscles, but still had a hard gaze on you. Quickly looking back over his shoulder to make sure no one was looking your way, he walked you backward toward the rail of the balcony. Arms on either side of you, he closed you in so that the only thing you could see was him.

“I get home,” he started. “Expecting nothing but a warm welcome from my dear Y/N, and what do I see? You looking at that Heavensbee trash like you wanted him to fuck you. Like you wanted him to touch what is mine.”

Surprise crossed your face as you placed your hands on the lapels of his suit jacket.

“W-What?” you stuttered. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, don’t play coy with me, Y/N. You think I don’t know what you were trying to do with him? Don’t forget who knows you better than you know yourself.”

He looked at you with a mixture of disgust and thinly veiled hate, like he wasn’t happy to see you at all. Like he didn’t miss you at all.

And you got mad.

“I don’t see how that is any of your business, Coriolanus.” You spat his name. “As it so happens, I’m a woman with womanly needs, and seeing as I can do as I please, I could go home with him right now and there wouldn’t be a thing you could do about it.”

He sneered at you with a laugh that had no hint of humor behind it. Tightening his grip on the rails he lowered his head down to your ear as you sucked in a quick breath of air at his closeness.

“Oh, Y/N,” he muttered. “You and I both know he’s not what you want. He just wants to get his dick wet and you, love, want mine shoved down your throat.”

Trying your best not to let him get to you, you utterly failed as a tiny whimper escaped the back of your throat and your thighs began to rub together.

Chuckling, Coryo lifted his head again to view your disheveled state. He caressed your neck with a callused hand, rubbing his thumb across your soft spot before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling your mouth close to his.

“He will not have you, Y/N L/N. You are solely mine, and whether I have to speak it, fuck it, or brand it into you, you will remember that. Now,” he released his grip on you. “Say your goodbyes, besides that imbecile Heavensbee, acquire your coat and meet me outside so I can finally stop this tiring back-and-forth and take what is rightfully mine.”

Pure lust layering over any coherent thoughts, all you could do was nod as you smoothed back down your dress and hoped that the cool air was helping your reddened cheeks from becoming too noticeable. Telling your father, you weren’t feeling well, he allowed you to take the car home and let you retire early for the night. Unknowingly to him, Coryo Snow followed you into the vehicle, one hand firmly planted on your bare thigh the entire ride.

---

Between the University to now, your heart rate had increased significantly from Coryo’s actions. You weren’t sure what exactly had gotten into him or what had happened to him since you last said your goodbyes, but the aggressiveness he showed you was an extreme you had never seen before.

Though, you couldn’t really be upset. After all, he had finally admitted to you what you had wanted to hear for almost two decades: he wanted you. And that excited you to no end.

As Coryo watched you fiddle in your seat, he couldn’t help but smirk thinking about how you were acting for him. A few sentences and you were reduced to mush in his hands, willing to do anything to get him back to your room. And it’s not like he was any better.

After his extravaganza in District 12, he realized just how much you meant to him. None of those deplorable District filth specimens could hold a candle to you. His Y/N. His pretty girl who would do anything for him and who he would do anything for.

How it angered him to see you talking to Heavensbee – like he was worth even a glance from you. You were supposed to wait for him, to be a good little girl, and refuse any suitors who tried to have their way with you. And you, you with your ‘womanly needs’ like anyone else would be able to take care of you like he could. No. No, he would make sure that after tonight you would remember who the fuck owns you.

---

After dismissing your driver, you made your way into the penthouse across from the Snows, opening the door and removing your coat, gloves, and shoes at the entrance. Coryo followed suit by unbuttoning his jacket and slipping off his loafers right by yours. Together. Yours and his – as they always should be.

Turning back around to face him, you saw the anger had faded a bit from his features, but a crease still lined in between his brows. He raised his hands to cup your face as he lowered his lips to yours.

This is heaven and I’m dead, you thought to yourself, still in disbelief that this was happening to you. You grabbed his own face in return with newfound enthusiasm as he groaned into your mouth, happy to have you reciprocating his own unhinged lust.

Tongues battling for dominance, you felt him tip your head upwards so he could completely devour your mouth – no question that he was the one in charge. Whimpering into him, he broke the kiss for just a second to see your fluttering eyelids open to him. Blue eyes peering down at you, he gripped open your jaw, spitting into your mouth.

“Swallow.” He commanded. And you happily obliged.

Placing his mouth on yours once more, he lowered himself to grip you behind the knees and lifted you around his waist. Dutifully responding, you wrapped your legs around as he began the trek to your bedroom, spit drooling from both your mouths as if you never wanted to be free from the other.

As he entered your room, you were becoming hotter by the second, needing to get this damned dress off of you. As he set you down on the edge of the bed, his nimble fingers reached behind you to slowly pull the straps down your arms, drawing out the action. He removed his mouth to quickly reattach it to your shoulder, following the line of your dress removal.

Getting to your elbows, you swiftly pulled your arms from between the strap openings, bearing your chest to him. Dilated eyes latched onto your breasts, with his mouth ferociously following suit. You moaned loudly into the room, encouraging him to latch his lips onto your nipple, running his teeth along the perked bud. Not wanting to leave one unattended, he lifted his hand to squeeze and tease your other breast, switching between the two as he saw fit.

“Fuck,” he groaned out as he pulled away. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

You whined at the confession. Wanting more, more, more of him. He chuckled.

Finally, slipping the rest of your dress from your body, Coryo growled as you saw you had no undergarments on. The amusement all lost from his face.

He slid his hand around your throat, putting a light amount of pressure on it as he pushed you into the bed. Your own hands went to grip around his wrist, hoping to relieve yourself somewhat of the constraint.

“The fuck, Y/N. What,” he snarked. “Are you some District whore begging for any scrap of dick you can get? Huh? Is that it?”

You attempted to shake your head as he still held you by the neck. “No?” he bemused. “Because walking around with this pretty pussy out on display doesn’t seem like something a Capitol purebred does.”

“Please, Coryo,” you squeaked out. His words were getting to you, along with the pressure still being applied to your neck, adding to your growing wetness. Attempting any chance at receiving friction, you rubbed your thighs together, drawing his eyes down to your ministrations.

“Awe,” he tutted. “Does my sweet little whore need some relief? Is that it?”

He cocked his head to the side, waiting for your impatient nod to come. As it did, he removed his hands from your throat. Feeling your release, you sat up to watch as he unbuttoned his dress shirt in front of you.

“Hmm. And what makes you think you deserve it?” He continued undoing each of the buttons while he raised a brow waiting for your reply.

You looked at him with a pout, widening your legs apart to give him a good view of your glistening pussy.

“Please, Coryo,” you begged once more. “I promise I’ve been good to you. Never even touched another man. Only ever thought of you. Only ever wanted you.”

He discarded his shirt as he listened to your own confessions.

“Only ever me?” he started working on his belt. “Tell me, love, did you think of me when you touched that dirty pussy at night? When you’d fuck yourself on your own fingers, disappointed they couldn’t fill you up enough?”

You were practically salivating at his words, voraciously shaking your head in agreement. You watched as he slipped his pants and socks off, only standing before you in his briefs. Looking low, you could see the bulge hiding behind the article of clothing, just begging to be set free.

Rising to rest on your knees, you looked up to him, eyes urging him to come closer. Doing as you so preciously asked, he towered over you, caressing your face. You practically purred in his hands, nuzzling further into them.

With your own hands free, you started palming at his covered cock. Coryo closed his eyes, pushing himself further into your reach. Enjoying the way you were making him feel, you felt the overwhelming urge to show him just how much you missed him.

“I want to taste you.” You pleaded to him, and his eyes immediately shot to yours as you began lowering the waistband of his trousers. He had an amused look on his face once more, watching his adorable little unsullied pet want to please him. With zero reservations, he let you do as you pleased.

With newfound confidence, you set his aching cock free. It stood straight like a good soldier – with an angry red tip that was begging for your orders. He was larger than anything you previously experienced – not that you’d ever admit that to your Coryo. However, you didn’t actually get much further than oral activities with your former rendezvous’, hoping and praying that Coryo would be the one to truly mark your body as his. And thank fuck for that.

Bringing your attention back to your current situation, precum was pooling at the tip as you wet your lips in hunger. Gripping the base, you brought your mouth down to give kitten licks to savor his arousal, slowly starting to pump his cock in your hand. He groaned as you continued to give him just enough for stimulation, but not enough to bring him closer to that sweet relief.

“Don’t fucking tease me, Y/N.” he snarled. Grinning at his behavior, you finally enclosed your mouth around his member, eliciting a low moan from him as you took what you could into your throat. Slurping and sucking, the lewd sounds you were making only drove him further towards release.

Wanting to be good for him – only him – you hollowed your cheeks to attempt to take all those lovely eight inches from top to bottom. Breathing through your nose and working your way closer to the hair at the base of his dick, Coryo lost all semblance of his self-control as you sheathed his entire length in your mouth.

Tearing your already loosening hair free from its previously styled updo, he replaced the pins and trinkets with his own hand, wrapping the strands around and pulling your head back so he could fuck into it.

“Fucking hell. Should’ve –“ He took a deep breath as your throat constricted around him. “Fuck. Should’ve done this years ago. You feel so good.”

You moaned around him, the vibrations bringing him even closer to that sweet peak. Letting him do as you pleased, tears pooled in your eyes from the abuse, but you loved every second of it. Having him lose his precious control around you was the biggest prize you could win.

And all that control was lost in the moment he finally hit his peak. Shoving his dick as far as he could into your mouth, he released every last drop of his spend into you. As he pulled out of you, you greedily swallowed everything he left in your spit-riddled mouth.

Coming down from his high, he flared his nose at you, watching you gulp up any remnants of his seed. He quickly gripped your jaw and pulled you close to his face. Aching from the brutal pace of his hips and now the snake-like vice he had on you, your jaw would sure to be sore for the next couple of days. Yet still, you whimpered up at him.

“Who else did you let do that to you?” Shaking your head, you tried to plead in your actions that you hadn’t – not trusting your own voice to keep your lies hidden. He would know as soon as you opened your mouth anyway.

“No one? You expect me to believe that?” He was growing angrier by the second. “Do you take me for a fool, Y/N?”

“No!” you immediately pleaded. You never wanted him to think you thought ill of him – not when he was your whole world.

“Then tell me.” His hold tightened. “Tell me so I can fucking ruin their meaningless lies for ever touching what doesn’t belong to them.”

You tried to shake your head again, but he held you still. His eyes bore into your own waiting for a reply. Realizing you weren’t going to mislead him any longer, you caved.

“Felix and Pup.” With eyes narrowing, his mouth lifted into a furious grimace. He threw your head backward as you hit the mattress in a puff. You took a deep breath and watched as he began to kneel on the floor by your bed, gripping under your thighs and pulling you until you hit the edge of the bed.

Inches away from your cunt, you could feel his maddened huffs of hot air escape from his mouth and onto you. Running a single finger through your slick, you gasped at the stimulation and threw your head back. Your fingers tangled in the sheets of your bed.

“You let those ignorant, dull bastards touch you?” He spat out. You lifted your head just enough to look at him before you felt him continue to play with your growing wetness, causing you to drop your head back down once more.

Not knowing what to say, you just continued to lay there, hoping that he’d continue to give you any sort of friction on your pleading pussy. Unamused by your silence, he stopped his musings and leaned back. You groaned into the air as you rose your head again.

“Yes.” You admitted. “But it didn’t mean anything! Please, Coryo. You know I’ve only ever needed you.” Attempting to play into his ego, you hoped that he would just get over it and go back to touching you.

“Yeah?” he said, still not touching you. “Then why should I even bother with a slut like you? Whoring yourself out to anyone who looks at you, huh?”

Getting fed up with still not being touched you threw your legs around his head, locking them at the ankles. Glaring down at him, he looked entertained at your angry state, even while still being in his own.

“Yeah?” you mocked back. “And what about you, Coriolanus?”

He raised a brow at your words, silently allowing you to continue your taunt.

“Whoring yourself out to District trash? At least I had the decency to suck a clean dick. What did you expect when you were running around with your precious little –“

Rolling your eyes back, your words died on your tongue as his own ran a strip up your now dripping pussy. Your legs attempted to close around his head, but his large, veined hands kept them apart.

Forgetting about whatever it was that you were mad about before, you started rubbing yourself on his face, whimpering every time his nose caught your clit. Without warning, he entered one of his long fingers into your hole, caressing your innermost parts.

“Fuck, Coryo,” you moaned out as your hands gripped onto the short strands of curls that were starting to return after his Peacekeeper days. Stretching you out even further, he entered another finger – curling it to reach a spot that you’d never been able to find yourself.

He suckled on your clit as he pumped faster, and you grew closer to your own climax. Squelching noises bounced around the room as your arousal pooled around his fingers – so, so, so close to a release.

“Please, Coryo. I’m going to –“ Before you could even finish the sentence, he withdrew his fingers from your heat.

“What the fuck.” You growled out, furious at the loss of your orgasm. But you couldn’t stay mad. Not when he was currently licking his fingers clean, eyes filled with pure bliss. Already, you could feel yourself growing wetter at the sight.

Popping his fingers out of his mouth, he rose to cage you onto the bed. He looked down on you as his arms were planted firmly on either side of you. He tilted his head, seemingly pleased by your struggles.

“Oh, love. Did you think I was going to let you come anywhere but on my cock?” He brought his head down close to your head, licking a stripe up from the base of your neck to the lobe of your ear. You shivered in delight.

“No, my dear. I’ve waited far too long for this to let that beautiful moment go to waste.” He spoke softly to you. “Though, while I do sit with the anticipation of how your release may taste on my tongue, I have the whole night for that. Along with the rest of our lives.”

Coryo softly caressed your face as a moment of vulnerability passed over his face, perhaps one of the rare times you would truly see the boy you fell in love with.

“She was never you.” He whispered.

And you melted. Tears started to well in your eyes at the sweet confession. While you were still upset at heart that he had ever chosen that whore Lucy Gray to begin with, you could live with the fact that he was here now. That he had chosen you now. And over your cold, dead body would you ever let him go.

Shifting your hands to hold the back of his head, you brought his lips down onto your own. Slowing down for just this moment, you tried to convey all your feelings for him in the movement of your mouth. And Coryo sighed into you.

He wasn’t a good man – you both knew this. He was controlling and obsessive and possessive, but he was yours. You weren’t that great of a woman either if you were being honest. Jealousy boiled deep in your veins alongside a pot of anger that constantly threatened to spill over your “kind” persona, but you were his.

In those tangled weaves of fate, you had both found each other, knotted up at the center. No person could come between that, and God help whoever tried.

Shifting your mouth so that he could more aggressively push himself onto you, you said goodbye to the tender intimacy and relished in the way he roughly handled you.

He continued to play with your swollen clit, readying your virgin cunt for his length. Oh, how he was enlivened at the fact that he would be the first, and only, man to sink his cock into your heat. This would bond the two of you even further than you already were, marking you as his forever.

Slipping off the undergarment that he still wore, you and he were now fully bare to each other – like the Greek sculptures of old. Lovers before the fall. Viewed as soft and malleable, but in truth were filled with the hardness of their years – ready to find solace in the only other being that could see them as they truly were.

Taking his cock in his hand, Coryo began to rub his cock up and down your wet pussy. You moaned each time he swiped over your pearl and even more so when he put a bit of pressure on your tight hole.

“Fuck, Coryo.” You cried. “Just put it in already. Please. I need to fucking feel you.”

Your sweet begging was like music to his ears, and the cut of his restraint. Wasting no more time, he slowly started inching his way into you. Grunting, he rocked himself into you as you grimaced from the pain.

“Shit.” He moaned out. “You’re so fucking tight. Just relax for me, hmm, love? You’re doing so well. My good little girl.”

His praises went right to your core as your body began to open up more for him. Sinking yourself further into the mattress, he took one more thrust to fill you up completely.

Looking at you with only a sliver of blue around his blackened pupil, he groaned low and deep from the back of his throat after being fully sheathed in you. You, on the other hand, were still adjusting to the intrusion, but soon the pain subsided and all you wanted him to do was move.

“I’m okay, love.” You whined, giving him the go-ahead to finally start rocking his hips against yours.

Ever so slowly, he ran his length in your heat, getting you both accustomed to the feeling – addicting yourselves to it, more like. And with every thrust, he began to lose that self-control once more, pushing harder and deeper into you.

“God, Y/N. You’re sucking me right in.” He clenched his jaw at the pleasure coursing through him as you moved your hands up to grip his shoulders, digging your nails into him.

All you could feel was him. In you. Around you. His smell flowed into your nostrils as sweat and sex filled the air around you. And you couldn’t get enough.

“Coryo. Coryo. Coryo.” Your brain was turning to mush the more you could feel him rib against your walls. His name a prayer on your tongue and his body a temple as you worshipped both and all.

“Fuck.” He grabbed onto the back of your knees to lift your legs above his shoulders. Switching angles, he could reach even more of you as he pounded you into the bed. Squealing from the stimulation and pure pleasure, you held onto the sheets in a vice, trying not to spiral away.

“Look at this pretty fucking cunt. All mine.” He started rambling as he became drunk on your pussy. “I’ll fucking kill anyone who tries to– fuck. Who even looks at you. I’ll fucking send them right to Gaul’s fucking mutations and watch as they die. Shit. I’ll fuck you right next to their corpse. Have them drown in their blood and our cum.”

His thrusts became more rapid as your cunt squeezed around him from his words. You couldn’t help the whines and moans as you thrashed your head back and forth.

“Hmph.” He grunted. “Like that, huh? Good. My dark little seductress. My perfect rose. Mine.” He thrusted into you.

“Mine.” Thrust.

“Mine.” Harder.

“Mine.” Deeper.

“God, yes.” You cried. “All yours! Please, please, please.”

Your words started to become unintelligent after you continued to search for your high. Coryo, noticing your state, began to play with your clit once more. Aching for you to cum all over his cock.

His own eyes rolled to the back of his head as he got closer and closer to his own release. With a foggy head, he quickly pulled out before immediately flipping you onto your stomach as you huffed out a disapproving whine. Filling you back up, however, had you right back to your drunken state.

“That bitch from 12 could never compare to you.” His tongue loosened confessions as he kept ramming his hips into your ass. “Fucking– fuck. Only used her so she would win. So I could– shit. Could go with you to University.”

You were barely comprehending his words at this point. Moaning obscenities into the sheets below you, you let him ramble without complaint.

“Make sure you didn’t try to find someone else there. No one– fucking damn it. No one else can have you. Gonna fuck you full of my cum and make sure everyone knows that.”

He felt you groan into the sheets again in pleasure. Gripping your hair, he pushed you further down as your back arched higher into the air. Keeping one knee on the bed, he bent the other to reach as deep as he could to fill you up.

“Coryo.” You drawled out in a lust-filled, husky voice.

“I know, love. I know.” He felt you starting to twitch as your orgasm neared. “Never gonna let you go. Never gonna let you leave me.”

“Fuck!” You gasped into the sheets as you felt that coil tighten in your lower stomach. Tingles shot from your toes to your head as you waited for it to snap.

“Coryo!” you whined once more. “Please, I’m gonna come. Wanna come on your cock so bad. Let me come, please!”

Grunting, he reached around your torso to find your clit. Wrapping himself around you, he began twisting and rubbing on your pearl, making your release come faster and faster until –

“Come on my fucking cock, Y/N. Come on pretty girl.” And through his words and actions, that wave finally crashed as you moaned his name loudly into the bed. Legs shaking slightly, you kept rocking your hips back to meet his, riding out the best orgasm you’d ever felt.

You could tell Coryo was getting close too, by the way his thrusts got sloppier and paced quicker. He kept groaning your name under his breath wanting nothing more than to fill you with his seed.

Leaning his head down on your shoulders, he bit hard into your soft skin, marking his territory. You whined into the sheets as you could feel another wave coming toward you. Feeling you constricting around him had him suckling on the skin all over your neck – making sure there would be no doubts about who you belonged to.

“Fuck, Coryo.” You said as that coil began to tighten once more. “I want you to come in me. Want to– hmph. Want to drip with your seed.”

Growling right by your ear, he pushed even deeper into you, as the both of you chased your highs.

“Gonna get you pregnant with my kids.” Closer the two of you were getting, that beautiful high right in sight. “See your stomach swell with my babes. Over and over again.”

You both moaned out, so close.

All it took was one more deep thrust until Coryo painted your walls white as the driven snow. Your own release followed shortly behind as your body began to slump from exhaustion.

Coryo was entranced by the ring of both of your cum around his cock, slowly rocking it back into you to make sure it took. He will have you with him when he rules Panem. He will have you carry his children and be there to take care of him, as he would you. And he will never let you go.

Both of you falling into a mess of limbs on your bed, you couldn’t help but admire the man who lay next to you, wanting nothing more than for every day to be with him. An adoring smile graced your face as you traced his features.

He watched you with curiosity, before pulling you in by your waist to be even closer to him. You snuggled into his chest as his strong arms wrapped around you, sighing contently. Ever so slowly, your eyes began to droop, heavy with sleep. But, before you surrendered to your slumber, you whispered out to Coryo.

“I love you.” And you fell asleep.

His eyes widened slightly with fear. He feared for not only your feelings for him but his feelings for you. He never truly loved Lucy Gray, but you. You were always the holder of his heart, and he knew that was dangerous in the games he would yet have to play.

But he was a selfish man. He wouldn’t be letting you go, and he wouldn’t let anyone else get their hands on you – lover or enemy. He would keep you close, always in his sight, always safe. And really, what did he have to worry about?

“I love you too,” he whispered to your sleeping form.

Everything would work out for you two, he would make sure of it.

Besides, he thought to himself,

Snow always lands on top.

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A Pirate Wife For Me Chapter Two

Yes, it is the long promised chapter two of Corso and Tama's arranged marriage AU. Many thanks to @actualanxiousswampwitch for being a fantastic Beta reader and helping me work out options for these two.

CORSO

“You damned lucky bastard!” Those were the first words that Corso heard as he approached the building selected for the wedding. There’d been some arguments about traditions, but eventually it was decided it was easier to have it on the ground then fly everyone out to the ships. Most of his family would be coming along later, but he was supposed to meet his father and brother here early to get ready. It seemed most of the pirates had decided to arrive early as well. The one who’d yelled at him was a rather cheerful tall well-muscled Twi’lek, but the way he moved told Corso that those muscles were more for show then for actual use. He stood with a group of about 5 other men about his same age, while clearly in their best, they were still grungy ship rats and most were scowling at Corso. He’d been careful not to cause more trouble with them the days before. They had enough trouble with one enemy, they couldn’t afford two. The grinning Twi’lek walked up to Corso as he approached the entrance to the warehouse and leaned on the side of the door frame. “That Tama is the one of the best lays I’ve ever had, that any of us have had. Do you know how much we would kill to be in your position?”

“I have killed to be in his position, didn’t get me anywhere” That comment came from one of scowling men. A human man maybe a year or two older than Corso, wiry and angry. As Corso turned his head, his scowl turned to a smirk and he walked a few steps closer, his voice changing to the stupid bragging tone that Corso had always hated. “Well, that’s not entirely true, it got me one night,” Corso narrowed his eyes slightly. He may not know which of the women in the photograph he’d spent 3 days staring at he was supposed to marry, but whichever one she was, she didn’t deserve to be spoken ill off on her wedding day. “Let me tell you, that girl is one hell of a firecracker, she does this thing with her tongue”

He’d heard enough. He’d never enjoyed that kind of talk from any of the local guys and the pirates were no different. He took a step forward himself, shoulders tensing, and his fist clenched. “That’s enough. Don’t speak about her that way, have some respect”

The pirate’s smirk dropped back into a scowl and the other 4 stood and started moving closer. Corso tensed, six on one with no weapons. Not good odds. He may have spent his time in the Peace Brigade, but that didn’t mean he was prepared for this fight, pirates fought dirty and in numbers. “Listen here, you nerfhearding bantha shit. Just because you’re getting yourself an in with the Commadore by fucking her daughter, doesn’t mean…”

Before Corso could hit the man and shut him up, large heavy hands landed on each shoulder. A tall Mirialan Man and what he’d guess was an adolescent Wookiee now stood on either side of him staring at the pirates in front of him. “Easy now boys, don’t kill the groom on the wedding day. Can’t have the princess left standing there alone.” The Mirialan man spoke cheerfully, but firmly. The men glared at him for a moment.

“Barrrraarragh” One of the men in the group rolled his eyes at the Wookiee’s statement. The rest just seemed bored. Corso himself was confused. Was he going to need to learn this language? He already had too many things on his mind to handle additional languages. The hands on his shoulders started to turn him towards the door. That was just one insult too many. He pulled away from both of them. “I don’t need someone to fight my battles for me. I can handle myself. And you” He looked over at the human who’d spoken to him earlier. “Speak of my future wife with a bit more respect or I’ll teach you some respect myself.” He didn’t wait around to deal with the idiots. He walked into the warehouse and went to find what family he could.

He was staring at the stupid picture hours later when his brother sat next to him in the little room that had been designated for him to get ready in. Right on site so he couldn’t get cold feet and run. He hadn’t been looking at it though, too preoccupied with the statements that had been made by the pirates earlier and the vague threat made days before by the pirate captains after the negotiations. “Which one is she?”

His brother’s voice jogged him out of his thoughts “hmm”

Tanver nudged him and pointed at the picture. The six girls on the bridge of an imperial ship. “No one bothered to tell me much of anything about this girl you’re supposed to be marrying. So, which one is she?”

Corso sighed and leaned his weight against his little brother slightly. “I don’t know, I’ve been told her name is Tama and she’s one of the women in this picture. But I wasn’t told which she was.”

Tanver studied the picture for a moment before tapping the woman with the blue skin “I think it’s her. She looks like a Tama.”

Corso laughed at that “What does a Tama even look like Tav? No, I’m thinking it’s her.” He pointed at the taller of the two Mirialans, standing near the center console in the shot. “Two of the three captains were Mirialan, the third was a species I’m not familiar with lots of thinner head tails, not Nautolan, different species. They referred to the Commodore as their sister and I’m supposed to be marrying the Commodore’s daughter, so playing the odds there.”

His brother looked for a moment before pointing at the other Mirialan “Why not go with her in that case?”

Corso shrugged, “I ran into her in town. She was wandering around alone. Seems like something you wouldn’t let a higher-ranking member of your pirate crew do. Especially when you’re marrying them off in a few days.”

“Might be right there.”

They were interrupted by the return of their father, bringing with him the jackets they’d forgotten in the speeder. His father had loaned him his best jacket for the occasion. It was a bit tight through the shoulders, but both his parents had assured him it was fine, his mother had insisted the fabric would stretch and not rip. His father had told him “If a man does it right, he marries once in his life. You ought to look respectable when doing so.” So, he’d accepted the loan, dug out his best pants, the only pair that wasn’t patched and his least stained shirt, a gift from his buddies in the Brigade when he’d left, and even retwisted his hair. He could do this much for his family, he was doing worse.

Tama

Tama ran through the halls of the warehouse looking for the room she was supposed to be in. She was late. They’d gotten more distracted then planned and left late and now she was late. Her mother was going to be furious. As she turned a corner, she could hear an aggressive, mocking voice yelling something, followed by a measured reply in a clear mantallian twang. She looked down the branching hall that led out to the main part of the warehouse to see some of the guys from her aunt's crew crowding Corso and what she guessed were his parents. The man and woman behind him looked similar but older. He had put himself in front of them. Gressik, a regretful one-night stand from a few years before and a rather terrible pirate, was in his face. He’d apparently gotten together a group of other men and judging by the impoverished weapons a few held, they were looking for a fight. THEY WERE MESSING WITH HER DAMN PLAN! She needed this guy alive for a few more days at least. She had to get her ship and show her family that they were “making it work” before she could let him die or really get hurt at all.

Past them at the far side of the hall, she could see one of her aunts going into another room. Likely the one she was supposed to be in. And straight ahead of her, her cousin Lucn and Orrishk her Wookiee protege/kid she’d rescued and now saw as her little brother. She waved them over. She looked at Lucn for a moment and gestured down the hall at the group. “What do you think of him?”

Lucn leaned back on his heels a bit as he studied his cousin’s future husband. Tall, well-built, muscular, but not sculpted. The kind of muscle that comes from hard work or frequent combat. The way he stood and the way he’d faced down Gressik told of experience in combat of some kind and the way he’d bristled up earlier as soon as the boys had started talking about Tama in less than respectful terms spoke of the same obnoxious ‘chivalry’ that they’d started to notice the men around here showed when the women were around. But Corso seemed to maintain it all the time. At least he wouldn’t have to worry about Tama getting killed by incompetence or publicly disrespected. That was two worries off his mind.

“Seems solid enough, might be too soft for our life and too tough to take that quietly. You’ll want a short leash for a few weeks.”

She nodded, “I’ll take it under advisement”, she shoved him gently and gave Orrishk a quick hug and swept forward, moving confidently across the floor. Putting assholes, this one in particular, in their place was a weekly event she was very familiar with. She smoothly moved between the two men, stopping the oncoming fight with a hand on Corso’s chest. She looked up at Gressik sternly, “What are you doing?”

“I was telling this scum…”

Tama pressed a single finger to his lips with a stern look. “Shh, no more talking from you. Do you know what today is? Today is a very important day for the fleet and if you screw it up, I’m fairly certain you’ll take point on every board of military ships for the next 6 months. Clear?

“Clear” He stomped off while his buddies slunk away, willing to get involved but not to get in trouble.

Tama turned to Corso, “sorry about him, you’ll have to deal with him eventually, but not today.” She moved one step back to give him some space and gestured behind her. “This here’s Lucn, the Wookiee is Orrishk, they’ll show you to wherever you want to go and make sure the guys don’t hassle you anymore today.” Lucn nodded and lifted a hand in greeting. Tama smiled and walked towards her aunt as Lucn started talking with Corso. No harm in letting him think her a little kind for a while.

She quickly reaches her aunt and rushes into the room with the rest of her family. They’re already crowded into the room, her mother frowns as she rushes in and simply points at the fresher where her soaps were already laid out with a clean towel. She almost makes a comment, but thinks better of it. She doesn’t want to disappoint The Commodore any more than she already is, and slinks silently into the fresher and the cool shower.

By the time that she’s done, her aunts and her mom seem to have mostly gotten over it and are laughing and having some light drinks from their stash. Word had gotten out that the marriage was going to protect the village and the whole community seemed to have poured out what they could spare to support Corso and possibly to help stay on the pirates’ good side. Between that and their ships and crew and money, the ceremony would be quite pretty, and an extravagant reception party afterwards was planned. The Commodore steps forwards and gives Tama a tight hug. “All grown up and getting married. I know you’re agreeing to this for the fleet, but I still hope that he’s a good fit for you.”

Her aunt Ilma smiles from her spot reclining on a nearby couch. “Well, if he can’t satisfy, then she just has to keep him around for a year and she can ditch him however she likes Don’t hesitate on that part kiddo. Don’t accept him slacking off. It’s part of the deal.”

Tama groans “I still can’t believe you all went along with that. It’s so old and weird. I can’t believe his parents went along either. Ya’ll just strange.”

Ilma got serious for a moment. “It’s important to ensure that the marriage is considered valid. Their council insisted on the clauses. It complies with some laws that they have in this specific village that they haven’t gotten rid of yet. And it makes sure he’s at least doing something other than taking up space and using already limited resources when we’re out on raids. Besides, his entire job is to keep you happy, you stay happy, his village stays safe.”

“I know it’s required with the laws and whatever from their perspective. It’s just weird and I don’t like it. At least they didn’t put in a time frame. I mean, he’s attractive enough. But I don’t like him.”

Ilma sighs herself. “We can walk away. It’s not like we can’t find what we need on another planet. Might be difficult to secure, but possible.”

Tama herself frowns right back, walking over to a small window and moving the blinds to look out. “No, it’s fine. We need this. I can handle it.”

The Commodore smiles, “I know. And while this isn’t the way I imagined this day when you were younger, I hope you’ll be happy. So… Let’s turn this conversation to happier things.” She puts a hand on Tama’s shoulder and turns her to face a small changing screen on which hangs a new outfit. “I had it commissioned just for you.”

Tama smiles and gives her mother a hug. “Thank you.” before walking over and investigating. The outfit is alright, fine soft fabrics, sturdy stitching and custom made. She steps behind the screen to change

The pants are a warm dark cream and fit like a glove. Two lavender stripes lay across one thigh and the cut highlights her shape. The lavender top matches the stripes on her pants and fits comfortably tight, the sleeveless style showing off her shoulders and arms and the cut displaying just enough cleavage to be suitably fancy for the event. A wide dark leather belt adds to the outfit, cutting off the dip from the shirt and emphasizing her waist. It even had a new set of nice knee-high boots in the same dark leather as her belt that would be perfect for nights out after this was all over and a removable heel. Tama leaves the heels on the small table as she changes and moves back to look in a mirror they’d brought in from one of the bigger towns for just this purpose. She looks at herself with a grin as she lets herself be shoved onto a stool and Niyu starts to tackle her hair, arranging it as nicely as she could with the short, shaggy style that Tama preferred. A few more minutes of talking, laughing and drinking as her cousins hear that she was there and trickle in. Eventually, though, it’s time to go. Tama rises with a sigh and rises “Let’s get this over with.”

As she turns to look at her family, she notices the mischievous smiles and considering frowns. “Not just yet.” Aunt Ilma replies as her Aunt Rikal crosses the room to stand next to her with a small number of purple flowers and starts to put them in her hair. Rikal was probably the biggest romantic of her aunts. The pink mikkian woman refused to allow the sharp edges of pirate life to dull her ability to find an idea of romance or a positive side to most situations. The flowers were an example, an import from Mirial and not common in this environment.

“Are these really necessary?” She pouts as the flowers soften her whole look. She hadn’t even had a chance to put on her blasters yet.

“Yes, they are. They’re traditional. Purple is a life color, good for weddings.” Aunt Rikal carefully places and pins each flower. Creating almost a crown with flowers trailing across the front and back to frame her face. Ilma crosses the room and brings over the removable heels for her boots and a few small pieces of jewelry, a necklace and matching earrings for all three piercings in her right ear and both of the ones in her left, a pair of lacey gloves and even matching gems to turn the flowers into more of a crown style as they were twisted into her hair. Tama grumbles, but between her cousins and aunts, she is forced to the heels and jewelry. She does like shiny things, and all of the gems that had been placed on her, glittered in the light. With the way that she knew the rooms for the ceremony and party afterwards were decorated, they would be sparkling all night. Since her mother had invited as many of their contacts as could reveal themselves, there would be important connections there and looking wealthy and important couldn’t hurt. The only downside was that they wouldn’t allow her to wear her blasters or blades. They would be in the room of course, but not on her person and that makes her very uncomfortable.

The final touch was brought forward by her mother. A long cream and lavender jacket with a small adjustment belt already fastened at the back. “It’s fancy, but do I really have to wear it? You know I hate sleeves, it’s too restricting.” She full on pouts, which earns a smack from Niyu about wrinkling the stupid gloss that her cousin had bullied her into allowing to be put on, just for one day.

It took far longer to push her into the jacket then the heels. She had gotten used to the idea that they might make her wear heels, but sleeves, and sleeves that went all the way to her wrists! That was too mean for her to imagine. The jacket looks nice when it’s finally on though. The belt secured behind her back and pulled the front of the jacket around her waist and lower back and making it sit, flaring out from near her hips, like a cape or a fancy flared skirt. It was the most expensive and fanciest look she’d ever worn, and she hated it. Why couldn’t she just get married in her normal clothes, it wasn’t like someone who spent their life shoveling bantha shit was going to know the difference. They’d already been taken away and passed to her aunt Zeva who was watching the crew while the rest of them got Tama ready.

As her family got the last of the jewelry settled and approved of the whole look, they finally let her out and together they headed to the larger rooms of the warehouse. The important people, the specially invited guests, family and good friends from both sides, were collected in the side room chosen for this purpose while everyone else was in the warehouse main floor for the party. Her aunts and cousins headed ahead to the room while she hung back with The Commodore. Her mother rested a hand on her shoulder to bring her to a stop while the rest walked on ahead. It wasn’t until they were alone that her mother spoke.

"I’m sorry that we had to ask you to do this. I always wanted you to have every bit of freedom that our lifestyle should allow.”

Tama frowns at her mother’s sad tone but gives her a hug. “It’s alright. You only asked, I have my own reasons for agreeing. I know how important it is for your plans and mine and the success and safety of the fleet. I’ll be fine. You know I can handle myself and I’ve never let anyone restrict me. I won’t start now.”

That made her smile and place a soft kiss on Tama’s forehead. “I’m proud of you, Tama. You are the best daughter a woman could ask for.” She brushes away a tear that had not fallen and straightened. They didn’t have too many moments like this. Being soft was a risk among pirates even towards one’s own family.

CORSO

Even minutes later, after the white-haired pirate had shown up, threatened the men causing his parents problems and disappeared, the place on his chest where she’d rested her hand still felt like it was burning. She was a strange woman, he’s not really sure what to make of her or any of these pirates really. He’s so far out of his depth that he’s pretty sure even his mother’s best advice wouldn’t help him swim, and he’d always thought her one of the wisest people in the galaxy. And now he’s standing at the front of the room, in front of his family and friends from the village, the council, and what seems to be sleezy politicians, businessmen and crimelords that he doesn’t know and had to have been invited by the pirates. Somehow, they were exactly what he’d thought pirates would be, and yet somehow also had the trappings of the more business minded nobility that he’d encountered when he’d been off being a mercenary. Did he have much room to judge after that? Yes, yes he did. He’d been part of a group that was fighting the empire and trying to help people. Getting paid for that was necessary to get what they needed to survive and stay away from home long enough to do some good. Pirating was just violent greed, pure and simple, nothing else to it.

His father’s steady presence next to him is reassuring. He’d spent the last few minutes with his mother and sister convincing them that the white-haired pirate who worried his mother with how easily she shut down the earlier group, was most likely not Tama. He’s pretty much convinced himself at this point. He could admit to himself that he found her interesting, in a strange way. But he doesn’t want to be stuck with her. She doesn’t seem the type he’d get along with even as friends.

He just had to get through the next few minutes and his family’s safety was secure. His parents could rest easy without worrying, his brother and sister could grow up without being subjected to the raids and possible death all the time. And Vesha, she could be safe and find someone who would make her happy. And he will have something resembling a future, something that a life fighting off seppies every night wouldn’t allow him to have. This is for the best, he reminds himself to battle the pre-wedding nerves. End of the day, he’d be a married man and on his way to life among the stars.

Movement near the door again drew his attention and everyone else's. One of the captains, Ilma if he remembers, had been waiting near the door and falls into step with the other two women who had just entered as they walked through the crowd of onlookers to the front of the room. The other older woman was Mirialan as well, tall, with broad-shoulders and a stern face. The way she carried herself spoke of years of telling people what to do and expecting immediate compliance. This had to be The Commodore that he had heard mentioned. And there, between the two, was the white-haired pirate, decked out in cream and purple and jewels. She looked…beautiful, powerful… he hadn’t thought… He’s no longer quite sure what he’d thought now that he’s facing this reality.

The three women move to the front of the room. The Commodore stepping past him to stand next to the Village’s administrator who oversaw all the weddings. Tama, as he now knew her specifically to be, took her place facing him. Her aunt standing next to her as his parents were for him. The whole situation, the necessity of it, the fear of being trapped on a ship, surrounded at all times by men who lived by killing everyone and everything they felt like. It’s too much, he’d been good at keeping that part of the reality from his mind so far, but it’s in his face now and Tama is there, it’s overwhelming. He feels almost like he’s floating, disconnected from himself, barely aware as he reaches out his own hands, Tama placing her smaller ones in his. The officiant speaks the traditional words of joining, Tama’s mother joining in with something in her native tongue. It all seems to be going by fast enough to leave him feeling off-balance and confused, but also crawling by so slow, he can’t help but feeling embarrassed. The pirate wraps their joined hands loosely in silk cords of purple and green and red as Tama slowly repeats the phrases. It takes a moment after she’s done for him to remember that it’s his turn. He stumbles once, but he gets through the phrases, completing his vows and the promise that he is certain that she will not be respecting, if he even survives the month. As their officiant declares them married, he leans forward to place a soft, polite kiss on her cheek as is traditional here. At the last moment though, Tama turns her head slightly, catching his lips and pushing forward into a deep kiss, leaving him flushed and flustered as they pull apart.

“Congratulations Corso, and welcome to the family.” The Commodore is grinning at him from her place. Kriff this situation is so awkward, and he can only hope it will feel less like walking into a shooting gallery eventually.

The short time between when the kiss breaks and when he finds himself at a long table pushing a fork at the pile of roasted roots on his plate, is a blur. He watches the crowd, a few were still at the tables eating or at the bar that was off to the side, but the main floor seemed to be divided. His village, his family were clustered together, dancing and celebrating. There was much to celebrate, he’d been careful that even his parents didn’t know how nervous he had been, how nervous he still was. Better they didn’t know, and he feels more certain of that as he watches them dance and sing and enjoy the night.

The majority of the pirates had come by to say congratulations to them. That had been an experience, standing at Tama’s side, torn between looking at her and watching the pirates in the line offering their congratulations and either dirty or snide commentary before most of them grabbed a drink and headed back to their ships for their own celebrations. A large number still remained though, along with the other guests they had invited. Tama moves among them, often returning to her mother’s side before going out to greet yet another individual. Her cream and purple standing out from all the darker, dingy, colors of the crowd. Right now, she was speaking with a plump man in his forties maybe who was wearing far too much fancy stuff, to be anything less than a braggart of a politician or wealthy businessman without ethics. Tama notices him watching her and turns her head enough to look at him before she smiles, winks and returns to the conversation.

Corso grabs the whiskey glass he’d gotten earlier in the night and drains it in one smooth motion. A serving droid thankfully refills it as soon as he places the glass down. He’s not sure what to make of this, or what he is supposed to do when it’s time to retire for the night. He’d heard Captain Ilma’s threats loud and clear, but that had never been the type of man he was. He never felt comfortable with just sleeping with any woman, even during his mercenary days. He prefers at least a bit of a connection, and he doesn’t know Tama, not really. He’s had a few drinks already as he tries to slow things down from the blur that they have been. Eventually Tama waves him over and he ends up spending some more time listening and smiling while Tama talks in coded language to her guests. Probably making deals or planning who they’re killing next, but he’s too light-headed by this point to pay attention. He’ll do his job, that much he’s sure of, everything else feels like he’s stepping off a cliff without knowing how far he’ll fall.

He watches her though, as concerned as he has been, he watches. How her hair bounces, how her eyes dance when she talks to someone she actually seems to like, the glint that she gets sometimes. The way that the cream of her jacket contrasts against the green of her skin. It’s enchanting and he can’t seem to find the will to step away and return to the table to await his fate. He simply walks and listens and drinks the glasses that are kept cold and filled. As the alcohol does its job, he relaxes some and notices smaller things. Like how a few of the people make Tama’s shoulders tense slightly and one of them makes her tighten her hold on his arm and turn into his larger size just slightly, not enough to notice if you weren’t right next to her. He can’t tell if it’s because she’s scared or doesn’t like the person or something else, he’s too fuzzy but it’s…nice.

Eventually, though, the night gets late, and people start to leave. His family leaves earlier than some, they have to travel back to the farm before it gets too late. He has to wipe away a tear or two as he walks them to their speeder and says his goodbyes. His mother holds him tightly and he can feel her worry. “I’ll be ok mama. I promise. I met Tama twice now. I can handle her.” He is lying, he has no clue if he can or not, but he can’t stand to see his mother upset. She kisses his cheek before climbing in next to his father and they head out.

He takes a breath of the cool mantellian air, reveling in the slight nip to the air across his flushed skin. He doesn’t go back to Tama’s side, instead leaning against one of the pillars scattered across the room as he waits for the party to die down. The blur of the day really hasn’t gone away. He’s starting to feel tired and turning over the expectations that the pirates have of him tonight in his head as Tama walks up to him and slips her arm through his again. “I’m past ready to head back, the party is getting dull.”

He straightens as best he can and nods. “Seems like most everyone is either passed out or close to it anyways.”

Tama smiles at him, the second one he’s gotten today. It’s a pretty smile, his drunk brain supplies. “Well then husband, let’s head out. Got a pilot for the shuttle already on standby.”

He nods again and pats the hand that is holding his arm as he starts walking with her out the door. The air around them filling with jeers and catcalls and cheers from the drunken crowd as the newlyweds make their way out of the warehouse, into the shuttle and up to the ship. It’s not as long a flight as Corso had hoped. But with some luck they would go somewhere soon.

TAMA

Tama guides Corso through the mess of halls and rooms of the ship until they reach her private quarters. By the time they get there though, Corso is leaning heavily on her. She’d seen him throwing back numerous glasses of whiskey, but admittedly hadn’t kept track, she was fairly sure it was a large number judging by the way he was fighting himself to stay upright. She doesn’t expect much as they make it into her quarters, and she steps away with a squeeze to his arm and starts to slowly take her hair down. She doesn’t want to damage anything or pull her hair. She can hear Corso move around the room, taking in everything. “You already brought them up?”

She glances at him in the mirror, he’s standing by the pile of boxes and… blaster safes? That had been piled up in a corner to be sorted into where they were storing them. It seems like all his stuff. “It should be everything. Orrishk was responsible for picking up your things and making sure they were here. If you’re missing something, we can get it picked up before we head out.”

Corso’s voice is slurred slightly and his accent stronger as he runs his hands over each of the safes, carefully checking the seals. “I’ll go through them in the morning. Gotta make sure they’re secured anyways.”

Tama hums, the way he looks at the boxes, he’s clearly spent a lot of time on what she can only assume is a hobby. “So, what exactly is all that? Looks like blasters from here.”

Corso chuckles low as he stumbles to the bed and sits down to remove his boots. “Antiques mostly. A few newer pieces that are particularly nice. I like to restore them. Make them work like new again. Got some rare ones.”

“Really, I’d like to see sometime. Blasters are kind of essential in my life, so I like to think I know a little.”

A soft snore is the only answer she receives. She places the last of her jewels in the small box and turns around to see Corso lying on the bed, having fallen sideways when he passed out. She rolls her eyes at that. She had expected him to at least try to make a move, if only because of the threat her aunt had told her about and the terms of their contract. She’d seen nervousness in his eyes when she’d led him into the room. But maybe this was for the best. With an annoyed sigh she steps over to the bed and shoves him further up so he wouldn’t fall off. She’s stuck with him for now, so she should make sure he’s ok until she can get rid of him and decide how she’s going to do that. She undoes his belt and pulls it off, a small part of her wishing she was taking it off for a different reason. She drops the belt next to the bed before trying to wrestle him out of the jacket that looks just a bit too small she mostly gets it off, but she can’t lift him enough to pull it off the arm under him, so she leaves it and focuses on tugging off his boots and placing them next to the belt before she leaves him be and goes back to removing all of her own finery and slipping into a comfortable pair of shorts and a tanktop.

CORSO

Corso wakes when he hears the crash, too many night raids to sleep easy. It takes him a few seconds to remember where he is and another to look for the source of the sound. The very dim lighting in the room illuminating Tama sitting on the floor staring ahead and blinking. It takes him a moment to figure out. The small blanket still hanging from the couch, Tama in what he really hopes are sleeping clothes, he doesn’t want to see the reactions from the men who confronted him earlier if she wore those shorts and that shirt around them. “Did… did you fall off the couch?” His brain is still fuzzy, why was Tama on the floor or the couch? She’s his lady, she should be in the bed where she can sleep well, if either of them is on the couch it should be him. His head is still fuzzy and slow though and he’s so tired. It has to have been the whiskey, he should not have drunk so much.

Tama looks up at him as he speaks, if he didn’t know better, he’d have sworn she was blushing. “No, of course not. I am perfectly capable of ending up on the floor intentionally.”

Corso laughs and struggles to try and sit up, it’s only when his arm gives out on him that he notices his jacket is only on one shoulder, and he’s missing his belt and boots. His sleepy brain slowly processes the boots next to the bed. For some reason, this pirate he’s stuck with, who makes his head spin, had taken his passing out in stride and made sure he was comfortable and then went to sleep on the couch. He couldn’t let that stand. “You shouldn’t be sleeping on the couch. You take the bed.”

“No, you’re too tall for the couch, you’ll fit better in the bed. I’m fine.”

Corso rubs his aching head, he’s too tired. “It’s not right for you to sleep on the couch instead of your own bed. You’re taking the bed. It’s too late to argue about it.”

The light barely lights up the glint in her eyes that he’d noticed earlier and before he can move off the bed, Tama has pushed herself to her feet and flops onto the far side of the bed. “I’m not dealing with your backache from sleeping on the couch. I’m not arguing about this stupid topic after that party. Go to sleep.” She slips under the blanket and gives a small wiggle as she settles in.

Corso freezes up for a moment before forcing himself to breathe. This isn’t just some random woman. This is his wife, sharing a bed is expected, he’s not doing anything improper.

He slowly, careful not to move his poor head too much, slides under the blanket himself and tries to go back to sleep. It’s hard since he’s trying so hard to stay very still and not disturb Tama in any way, but eventually sleep claims them both.

#swtor #fanfiction #corso riggs #star wars the old republic #smuggler #arranged marriage au #my writing #tama riczu #my ocs #mine

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A few key character write-ups for monster cook man and his gym rat dudebro

Ezekiel 'Zeke' - 26ish (doesn't know his actual age). His first name is actually Beau but he vastly prefers his middle name over it. Originally from an isolated community made of his species in Southern Tennessee, he left in his mid teens to avoid what was essentially an arranged marriage. Given he's gay, Zeke had no intention of getting handed off to another commune and spent a few years hitchhiking across the US. Eventually landed in the city he's in now and almost immediately got arrested for the theft and consumption of someone's labrador. Served 9 months in a Fae correctional facility before getting let out on probation, landed a job as a dishwasher at the restaurant, and, within a year, had been moved to the kitchen. Zeke is easy going, very protective of his privacy, slow to trust, reliable, hard to anger, and relatively non-confrontational. He has a relatively deep raspy voice and has a noticeable accent that does not sound like it should come from him. Did not have any formal schooling and has about a 4th grade level education, though he's a clever guy. Likes cooking for people, knitting, baseball, and subby witch dudes.

Caleb - 21. He’s 6′2″, curly brown hair, pretty blue eyes, broad shouldered, stereotypical attractive dude. Brought up in an upper middle class witch household from the suburbs and has two sisters (one older and one younger) and kind of ambivalent parents who just want him to marry into a good witch family. Was a jock in high school and was on the football and basketball teams. Due to a few sports injuries, he became very interested in magical physical therapy and recovery, and has decided that to be his career. Big fitness guy, stereotypical college dude, a quick learner for some things but has the intuition and critical thinking skills of a rock. Relatively gullible, always happy to help, social, vain to a degree, can be high strung under enough pressure. He enjoys his sports, finds cleaning and working out meditative, and loves posting thirst traps on social media. FDA approved, grade A grass-fed himbo.

Grandma - mid 60s. Owner of the restaurant. Real name is Constance. Is called Grandma by all of her employees and younger members of her community. A very well respected witch among the city's supernatural population and generally regarded with disdain by the Fae. A no nonsense woman who never leaves her house without her two cane corsos at her side. While she leaves most of the day to day restaurant managing to her youngest daughter, she does come in at least once a week, usually on Sundays. Has softly adopted Zeke and is allowed to call him his first name. Has absolutely killed a man.

Jade - early 30s. Constance's youngest daughter. Trans and is mostly through the complicated and drawn out process of magical transitioning. Acts as the general manager for the restaurant. Is there most days to fill in any gaps but vastly prefers being at the front of the house. Is a kind and understanding person and well liked by her staff for never cracking under pressure though she is never afraid to swing the hammer on staff or kick out customers. Unlike her mother, she is a big lady and the second tallest person in the restaurant outside of-

'Big' Moe - mid 30s. A werewolf and the head chef. Isnt married, but in a long term relationship with the mother of his children, of which he has three. He and Zeke are pretty good pals even outside of work and will invite him to family events. He's a big, fun loving guy who has a habit of being sweet on the pretty waitresses. Thinks Caleb is dumber than hell but finds his gullibility extremely funny.

Ashley - 19, witch. One of the servers. An extremely driven, dramatic girl from a lower class family and who has no qualms with working around the supernatural unlike other servers. She is in college for a magical education degree, is extremely cunning and sarcastic, and very motivated by money. Befriends Caleb mostly by needling him and finds Zeke annoying because she can’t bat her eyelashes into free food from him.

The Boys - an amorphous group of college gym dudes Caleb is friends with that I just do not feel like fleshing out beyond that there’s like 4-5 of them and they all talk and look exactly like you think they would. They talk about football and basketball just constantly and play sport video games and Call of Duty together. They rove in a pack and play beer pong. You’ve seen these Boys.

#monster dude and gym bro #theres others but these are the ones with the most meat to them so far #hi i make ridiculous mundane character concepts #moe's kids call zeke uncle cause hes around enough #he likes kids #zeke is another example of my tendency to give a character #a dramatic somewhat tragic backstory and then have be extremely non important #its funny to me

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baninawalapatra · 10 months

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Tyler, The Creator’s CMIYGL: The Estate Sale review

Tyler, The Creator’s The Estate Sale is the now released B-sides from his latest album Call Me If You Get Lost. With DJ Drama still hyping Tyler’s up like a father during his son football game.

“CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST WAS THE FIRST ALBUM I MADE WITH ALOT OF SONGS THAT DIDNT MAKE THE FINAL CUT. SOME OF THOSE SONGS I REALLY LOVE, AND KNEW THEY WOULD NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY, SO IVE DECIDED TO PUT A FEW OF THEM OUT. “ -Tyler, The Creator on Twitter.

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The Estate Sale features long-time friend of Tyler, Vince Staples. Stuntman revisit old topics and familiar beats from the old era’s of Tyler, The Creator. Specifically his 2015 album ‘Cherry Bomb’ . Vince Staples first feature didn’t disappoint with his usual signature gruff-vocals mixed with a bit of edge lyricism from the old style of Tyler.

‘What A Day’ make it feels like it was the end of a school trip. The beats from Madlib make you feel relaxed and calm and Tyler’s smooth delivery assure you it was a good sunny day. This track shows the character development Tyler had in the recent years with him now being more mentally stable but still not afraid of being different from others.

The song ‘Wharf Talk’ finds Tyler in love with a woman he does everything for. However, she doesn’t want to commit to being with him for the rest of her life. It seems as if time is running out, so Tyler begs her to finally decide, trying everything to convince her to stay with him. This track brought back the familiar ‘IGOR’ vocal with 90s beats that it doesn’t feel like it’s a heartbreak song.

‘DOGTOOTH’ is the hit-track of ‘The Estate Sale’ with addictive beats and just smooth flows from Tyler. He openly mocks the hypocrisy of some misogynist men with the wordplay on the lyrics of this track. ‘DOGTOOTH’ is the most-replayed track with as of now having 79 million plays.

With beats from Kanye West, ‘Heaven To Me’ is best enjoyed while watching the music video. The music video shows the summarization of his journey from the start with Tyler reminiscing all the happiness throughout his life. Near the end of the song you can even listen to Tyler smiling singing this song. It makes you feel happy, hearing his pure joy on this track.

‘BOYFRIEND, GIRLFRIEND’ is a demo track which fan speculate could be a tease of the next Tyler’s album which is based through unbased speculation and fan theories. The funky type, disco beat is catchy throughout the track and the execution is flawless. This song could be heard in the background of ‘Corso’ music video.

‘Sorry not Sorry’ might be the magnum opus of Tyler’s music videos storytelling. The way Tyler displays all of his persona from the past eras and the always-changing flow to suits which alter ego is singing is simply brilliant. There’s many way to interpret this track but one thing for sure is that the music video main point is to show his improvement throughout all phases of his life. In the lyrics, Tyler is showing apologies to those who genuinely appreciate and helped him while also sarcastically calling out those who wronged him.

Overall, the deluxe album seems like it was the perfect sent-off for the persona Sir Baudelaire with ‘Sorry not Sorry’. Pronouncing the end of an era.

#music #tyler #review

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actuallyilya · 3 years

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Black-Ops Characters I believe would have cats and/or dogs. Also, these are just the Campaign characters + some Warsaw pack characters!!

Dog Only

Lazar, Lazar gives off big cuddly dude vibes™ meaning he would want a pet he could bond with better. Dogs are (usually) very playful and loving. He also CONSTANTLY attracts dogs. I also think he would adopt a Golden Retriever. Idk. Vibes™

Sims, Sims seems like the type of guy who likes being outdoors. Parks, hiking, jogging, etc. So he would 100% rather have a buddy to do those hobbies with, rather than go alone. A bit into his childhood, he had another dog he grew up with from the age of 12 and up, but once he left for school/the CIA, he felt bad, and eventually, the dog died of old age :(. But I do think that he loved that dog very much and no dog would ever come close to the memories he had with him. I think he would adopt a Border Collie.

Woods, Look this mother fucker DISPISES cats. He thinks they're gremlins and refuses to ever pet one he hasn't had a bad experience, just doesn't like them, claims that 'they're satan's little bitches'. He also would rather have a pet that you can call do cuddle, rather than hope not to get scratched. He either would have a German Shepherd or Great Dane. He wants a dog that will make him seem cool 🥶😈 but everyone knows that man is a sweetheart.

Hudson, He is most definitely a dog person, He does not care about the dogs are better than cats argument. 'It's an idiotic argument, Besides, we all know dogs are better'. His dog is a family dog, she's very friendly to anyone who comes by Woods, Mason, etc and she loves his kids. At first, Hudson hated the idea of having a dog, it would be a liability, but he was the first person who genuinely fell in love with the dog. He would have a German Shepard, who is military trained because he wants to protect his family.

Knight, Look, with the very little of the information we know about him, I GENUINELY think this man would have a dog. We know he's a little on the bad side, but still, he needs some friends. Even if the friend is a dog. He would probably adopt a Kangel Shepard. Also, he loves to play with his dog very often and is super protective of the dog.

Okay, now to the people who would have cats!

Park, Look, Park is like those people who sit in front of a window with a computer/notes in front of her while her cat calmly sits in front of her sleeping or sunbathing. Okay? I love her to pieces and I know damn well she would get along better with cats than dogs. She has actually argued with Woods about it a lot. She would also have a Chartreux

"Suck it Park! Dogs are the best pets, they won't kill ya in your sleep!"

"Woods, Cats' cleanliness makes up for more than a few scratches here and there, unlike dogs who like to sit in their own filth."

Mason enjoys silence, dogs do not give silence, they are loud and he prefers cats overall, He has had his cat for a while, a few years before David joined the military, his home felt empty, He knew he had always been rough on Mason but the cat gave them a small bonding experience, Although he loved the cat, it caused an argument between him and woods (It wasn't an end-the-friendship argument but when they're drunk they definitely argue) He would have a Birman, he also heavily enjoys cuddling with a cat.

Wraith, She strikes me as those people who genuinely love working with cats or at shelters, maybe she had a cat growing up, maybe she worked at a shelter before she went all Warsaw pact. But regardless, knowing she can't stay in one place forever, she still tries to still somewhat work at shelters, she isn't open about it because it caused an agreement between her and Knight. However, he always had a friend tag along with her while going to the shelters. She wouldn't own any pets, but her favorite breed would be Burmese cats "their fur is a black as my soul"

Stitch, This guy just loves cats, As a young kid, he didn't really have many friends, he usually kept to himself, as a result, he would wander areas a lot, during one of his walks, he found an injured cat, He nursed the cat back to health and kind-of kept this side of himself a secret as his father was very 'men do the work while women stay at home' luckily it never rubbed off on him. However, Just like Wraith, he tagged along to the shelters, he didn't wear the gas mask, but a lot of his scars showed, but he found out the cats/kittens were less scared of him if he just showed his face. Although he has an edgy feel, he loves Maine coons, they are very gentle, friendly, and very intelligent (As you can see, you can tell who is my favorite Warsaw pact operator)

Who would have BOTH cats and dogs.

Adler, look this motherfucker does not want to admit that he loves both cats or dogs. He easily gets attached to animals, cats, dogs, the whole sha-bang. So either/or, He loves dogs because he enjoys working with them, such as training, jogging, etc. (Sims stopped going running with him after Sims adopted his dog, but Adler knew he couldn't be responsible for a dog knowing he's always out on missions). But he also loves cats, he loves how majestic they are, when they purr, kneed, etc. He loves it. He occasionally invites himself to Park's house to spend time with her cat, not even with her. Park doesn't mind as she knows she now has a free cat-sitter. If Adler could, He would have a Great Dane and for a cat, he would have a Bengal Cat

Naga, Over the course of his life, Naga has worked with tons of dogs. He had always appreciated them helping him in his line of work. Whether they helped him weed out a rat amongst his men, or helped make sure no one was stealing profit, I think he heavily enjoys their company. Naga has always been a little intimidating, But with a cat by his side, even more, on his lap, on his desk, such a tiny animal had so much subtle power. If the cat had a problem with you, he had a problem with you, He even decided he enjoyed having a dog so much, he adopted a dog, luckily, after a few months of trying, they both got along and peacefully sit in his office. He would defiantly adopt a Donskoy Sphynx, and for a dog, he would adopt a Cane Corso, mostly for weather reasons.

Perseus, owns both a cat and a dog, rarely going out for rough missions, he can have two pets in his life and properly take care of them, His current dog, a Siberian Huskey (perfect for the current climate) he's had for five years, his cat, a Korat, he's had for three years. He occasionally takes them both into his office as to not have lonely days, on the days he has to either a) leave fast such as for safety, Stitch, Wraith, and Knight were made responsible as they are his trustable people.

Finally, Bell. Bell loves both of them and never really owned any animals, while working for the CIA, they had a knack for attracting animals while going for walks, they usually arrived with one or two animals, even birds! Mostly kittens and puppies, but even the impossible is possible for them. Woods and Mason found this hilarious and tried not to fall in love with the animals (even if they were there for a short amount of time) Adler or Park always had to be the one to take the animal out of their hands because he knew no work would get done and a rule had to be implemented so it wouldn't happen again (news flash, it did happen, very often)

Solovetsky Ending: let's just say Adler didn't shoot Bell, Adler would take Bell to shelters and would even go with them to save stray (injured) animals. The two actually grew very close and it sort of became a hobby. Adler got his taste of animals and Bell go to feel happy for a few hours, they both learned a lot. After one night of dinner, they found a stray kitten with no family around, they waited an hour to try and see if the mom would come back since It didn't, They took in the kitten, it was an off-day for the workers, so they nursed the kitten for like four days before having to give it up to the shelter.

Duga Ending: After Perseus took Bell in, let's just say the same thing happened, they weren't allowed to be on the field because they weren't mentally able to handle war and risk of being kidnapped so they kind of stuck around the area, although it was rare, abandoned animals did sometimes appear. The first time it happened. Bell was wearing a large coat and returned freezing with only a t-shirt on. Perseus was at the front gate, waiting for some of the operators to come back, but instead, they returned, freezing, a small fluff ball was in their hands while they were slowly developing hypothermia.

"Bell?! What the hell are you doing without a coat?!"

"I-I know, B-But I-I saved a dog."

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lotusss-flowerbomb · 3 years

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My Hero

Clark Kent x reader

Warnings: Smut

Disclaimer: There is unprotected sex in this story, so remember a condom a day keeps them babies away!

*divider by @writeyourmindaway*

Word Count: 2,302

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You were pushing your cart through the grocery store and scanning the many items you knew that you didn't need.

"This is why we never shop on an empty stomach," you said to yourself.

When you reached the end of the aisle your cart hit a man's legs.

"Oh my goodness! I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention. Are you okay?"

"It's okay, I'm fine," a small laugh escaped his lips. "Y/N?"

You finally looked up at him, "Yes?"

"Wow, I thought that was your voice that I'd heard."

"My voice?" You asked, confused.

Blue eyes, wide grin, deep dimple in his chin.

"Clark?" Your eyes were wide with realization.

"It's me," he said.

"No way, look at you," you scanned him from head to toe. "You've come a long way from the scrawny kid who I used to walk home with from school."

You threw your arms around his neck for a hug and quickly pulled away. You would swear that you could feel every muscle in his rock hard body.

"So, uh, when did you get back in town?" He asked.

"Few days ago. My dad retired and moved to California. He's left getting rid of the house, to me of course."

"I'm surprised he left. He loved that house."

"Yeah, well, he says he needed a change since my mom passed away, but I think this Superman guy just freaks him out a little bit," you shrugged.

"Understandable," he replied.

"Well, um, how about you come over for dinner tonight, so we can really catch up?" You suggested.

"Oh, no, I couldn't impose."

"Why not? You got big plans for those TV dinners?"

He looked down at the four Hungry Man meals he was holding.

"That's what I thought. I'll see you at 8pm, Kent." You pushed your cart forward to the checkout line.

He watched as you walked away. Willing himself not to use his x-ray vision to look through your clothes.

Clark showered quickly when he got home. He looked through his closet and cursed himself. How many flannel shirts does one man need? He settled on a blue and gray shirt and pulled it on.

"Where are you going?" Martha questioned him.

"Uh, you'll never guess who I ran into today. You remember Y/N?" He asked his mother.

"Of course, I do. How could I ever forget the sweet girl who walked my baby home everyday to save him from bullies?" She patted his cheek and laughed.

"Funny," he mocked her. "She invited me over for dinner tonight, so I needed to change."

"Oh, well, that's good. You haven't been out since, um... ever."

"Ma, it's really just old friends catching up. It's not a date."

At least, that's what he'd said out loud, but his racing heart was telling a different story. Martha raised an eyebrow and turned to leave. She didn't need enhanced senses to know her son was telling a lie.

Clark thought back to the day the two of you had become friends. He was a grade ahead of you, so you never really spoke until...

You trailed behind the crowd a bit, as always, with your black Cane Corso, Tiny in tow. He was massive, so his name definitely didn't match, but when he was just a puppy, he was so tiny that you carried him zipped up in your hoodie wherever you went.

Every day, Tiny would come to the school and sit with the parents waiting to pick up their kids. Even though he was huge, he was a sweetie and everyone loved him, so no one ever complained about him running around alone.

When the group ahead of you reached the junkyard. You heard Jessie, the school bully, telling Clark to get out of the truck. Once you reached the yard, you saw Jessie throw Clark to the ground and raise his fist as if he was gonna hit him.

"Come on, fight back! Get up, Kent!" He yelled at him.

"Why don't you leave him alone, Jessie? He doesn't want to fight." You said from behind them.

They all turned to look at you.

"Hey, stay out of it and mind your business!" He pointed at you.

"Make me," you said.

Tiny growled and crouched low to the ground when Jessie took a step towards you. You stayed in your spot as he slowly walked towards the other kids and came to a stop right in front of Clark.

The group backed away slowly with their hands lifted in surrender.

"I don't want to see any of you bothering him again, got it?" You asked.

"Y-y-y-yeah. Yeah, I got it. Just call him off."

"It's okay, Tiny, let them go," you walked closer to your dog.

He was almost as tall as you were sitting on his haunches.

You made a hand motion for them to go and they all practically ran away. You turned to help Clark off the ground and brushed some dirt off of him.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, thanks," he said softly.

Mr. Kent made his way over to the two of you. Tiny wagged happily and waited for a few pets from the older man. He ran off plenty of times to the Kent's farm to play with their dog Hank. Plus, he and your father had known one another since childhood.

"I'm not sure how you resisted the urge to break his face, but good for you," you said before waving at Mr. Kent and telling Tiny to come along.

From that day forward, you and Clark had been inseparable. He'd walk you home and then head to the farm.

You'd developed a crush on him as the years went by, but never spoke up about it, because you learned very early that nothing was worse than losing your best friend over a failed relationship.

Besides, once he graduated, he took oddest jobs doing manual labor. It caused him to be gone for months at a time and you knew that wasn't a life you wanted, so after you graduated, you went out of state to college in Metropolis and got a job there.

Clark clutched the bottle of wine in his hand as he knocked on the door. He couldn't understand why he was so nervous. He'd been to this house dozens of times.

"Hey," you greeted him when you opened the door.

"I brought wine," he held up the bottle.

"Thanks, the food is almost ready, so have a seat and I'll be right back." You hurried off.

Once the two of you sat down for dinner you laughed and talked as if you had never parted ways. He was still the same old goofy Clark Kent that you remembered.

You were now on the couch with your legs comfortably tucked behind you and staring into his eyes.

"What?" He asked nervously.

"Nothing, it's just been so long since I've seen that smile. I'm enjoying it."

His face turned red as he blushed at your compliment.

"I do have a question. Something that's been bugging me all day," you scooted closer.

"What's wrong?"

"You never wore glasses when we were growing up. In fact, you could see so far down the road that I thought you placed things just to be funny."

"What? No, I... um, I had an accident on a job site. There was fire and I was a little close. Messed with my eyesight a little...bit." He stammered over his words.

"You always were such a terrible liar, but I'll let it slide, because you're cute." You sipped from your glass.

"You think I'm cute?" He asked, shocked.

"Yes, I always have," you admitted.

"Really? Why haven't you ever told me that?"

"Oh, please, Clark, like you didn't know that I had the biggest crush on you when we were kids," you rolled your eyes.

"No... Well, I — uh... didn't know for sure."

"Mmm hmm," you straddled his lap. "I know you can hear the way my heart beats faster any time I'm near you." You grabbed his hand and pressed it to your chest.

He shifted beneath you. No doubt trying to will himself not to get an erection.

You swivel your hips ever so slightly. To a normal man, that would have been nothing. But to Clark, it was damn near a sensory overload.

He threw his head back and clamped his eyes shut.

"I know that you know how wet I am for you right now," you lifted your dress and dipped your fingers inside of your panties, swirling your wetness around with your fingers.

He was no longer able to contain his erection.

"Look at me," you said.

He opened his eyes and looked at you. You brushed one of your slick coated fingers over his lips before kissing him softly.

"What are you doing?" He was finally able to ask.

"Whatever I want," you said and slid his glasses off of his face.

He looked nervous. You may recognize him without his glasses, so he quickly kissed you.

You trailed soft kisses from his neck to his ear. Biting the lobe once you reached it.

The soft sigh that he released turned you on even more as you grinded into him again.

He shifted his position, so he could lie you flat on your back.

"Can I taste you?" He asks.

He didn't wait for you to reply. He pulled your already soaked panties to the side and licked at your center.

"Ssss, ooh," you hissed.

You threaded your fingers into his hair and grabbed on to those jet black curls. Rocking your hips slowly as he alternated between licking your clit and sucking it into his mouth.

First you felt one finger slide inside of you and shortly after another followed.

"Yes, baby, don't stop," you moaned.

Clark watched your face as he pleasured you. The way you bit your bottom lip and gripped his hair forced him to buck against the couch cushions for a bit of relief.

You squeezed your eyes shut as your orgasm neared, but felt your body being lifted and turned. Before you could grasp what was happening, Clark was now on his back and you were riding his face.

You grabbed on to the arm of the couch and placed one foot on the floor and the other by his head.

"Stick your tongue out," you instructed.

When he stuck his tongue out, you lined it up with your needy cavern and let him fuck you with it. You used your other hand to rub your clit and once again your orgasm was nearing.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" You chanted as the familiar feeling washed over your body.

Once again, he readjusted you as if you weighed nothing, bringing you face to face with him. You kissed him again. Moaning into his mouth as your tongues connected.

"Fuck me, Clark, please?" You asked as you unbuttoned his pants and wrapped your hand around his thick throbbing shaft.

He groaned loudly as you stroked him. When you were about to lower yourself onto him he stopped you.

"Wait, I," he cleared his throat, "I've never actually, um, gone all the way..." He admitted.

"I find that very hard to believe with the way you just ate my pussy."

"I learned from... ya know..."

"Good," you slowly lowered yourself onto him. Making sure to keep eye contact as he stretched you wide. "I'm sure you learned how this goes too."

He held on to your hips as you bounced up and down on him. Then he grabbed up the fabric of your dress and ripped it. Kissing the newly exposed globes of your breasts.

He turned you on your back. Lifting your leg high and pushing himself deep into your pussy. Giving you everything that he had.

He tucked his face into your neck as he fucked you.

"Yeah, that's it. Give me that dick, baby," you whispered.

"You feel so good," he groaned.

The closer he got to ecstasy, the more vocal he became.

"Shit!"

"It's okay baby. Give me all that cum. Can I have it?" You asked sweetly.

"Yes!"

"Mmm, yesssss," you clawed at his back as you started cumming. Your pussy tightening around him.

His body started to spasm as he released his load inside of you.

You held on tight until he stopped moving and you loosened your grip. It was only then that you noticed that you were floating in mid air.

"Clark!" You yelped and grabbed onto him again.

He chuckled. "Don't worry, I've got you," he slowly lowered your bodies back down to the sofa.

He pulled out slowly and laid his head in between your breasts taking in the moment. You twirled one of his curls around your finger.

You felt his body suddenly start shaking from laughter.

"What's so funny, Kent?" You asked.

"You just had sex with the kid that you used to protect from bullies. You were my hero,” he said.

"No, I just had sex with the grown man that saves planets."

"So, how long have you known?" He questioned.

"Since the moment I first saw you on TV," you replied.

"Hmm."

"Yeah, and if I hadn't already known, you recognizing my voice from the other aisle when I clearly whispered to myself would've been a dead giveaway."

"Not to mention the whole flying thing just now," he added.

"Exactly," you giggled.

You finally got up before ruining the couch and grabbed his hand to lead him to the bathroom. He looked a little confused at first.

"Surely, you have at least one more round in you, Superman?" You teased.

"I've got as many rounds as you can take," he lifted you and walked up the stairs to the bathroom.

#Clark Kent x reader #Superman x reader #Smut #dc #Clark Kent #Superman #dc smut

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galileo-the-water-dog · 3 years

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Please take some time to read this post.

My fellow Tumblr users in the Luca fandom, I need your help. I have a fanfiction author friend of mine who is going through some hard times.

And that Fanfiction author is this one right here:

Might seem boring at first glance, but trust me, her stories are AMAZING! And her Luca fic, A Sea Dog's Tale, has some pretty impressive rankings, but not very good in terms of comments.

She specifically asked me to request for ANYONE to take at least fifteen minutes of their day to comment and vote on her story. It would bring her much joy.

And for those of you who don't have access to Wattpad, I will post the first chapter under the cut. And I will ask you to note this post if you liked the chapter! It's called "The Ballad Of An Italian Street Dog."

Again, I would very much appreciate it if you'd take some time out of your day to read this. On here, or on Wattpad.

This story is also on Fanfiction.net and A03.

A Water Dog originating from Spain

Is in no way, shape, or form vain.

While exploring the country he resides in

He happily and politely takes what the town provides him.

Misunderstood for eating sea monsters his entire life

For him, befriending one gives him nothing but strife.

After living three years of living in solitude

He finally befriends not one, but two

And is given a new aptitude.

Italian-to-English translations are in parentheses.

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It's a quiet morning in Portorosso, Italy. Birds are singing, people chatting among themselves, waves crashing against the shore...

And... Dogs are singing?

Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro...Figaro... Figaro!

Figaro! Son qua. Ehi, Figaro! Son qua.

Figaro qua, Figaro la, Figaro qua, Figaro la, Figaro su, Figaro giu, Figaro su, Figaro giu.

Pronto prontissimo son come il fumine: sono il factotum della citta. (della citta, della citta, della citta, della citta)

One building away, a large, gray, and now ornery Cane Corso rose to greet the morning sun. And it wouldn't be that way if not for whoever's uproarious singing was coming from.

Turning the corner, the large dog came across a trash can... With two black legs, hind legs by the looks of them, with white paws, sticking out. The lid was barely open. Whoever was singing in there, not only did the trash can amplify the noise, it woke him from the depths of sleep.

Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo; Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo; a te fortuna a te fortuna, a te fortuna non manchera.

la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

A te fortuna a te fortuna, a te fortuna non manchera.

"I bet I know who it is." The dog said in its guttural voice. As the animal in the trash can continued singing, the dog materialized a stone, getting ready to throw it.

Sono il factotum della citta, Sono il factotum della citta,

Della citta,

Della citta~!!!

Negligent whether or not the animal finished its impressive but loud singing voice, the Cane Corso threw the glass bottle. It made a loud and startling noise upon contact. The hind paws disappeared. And a speaking voice rang out.

"Ah! Cos'è stato (What was that)?" Something popped out of the trash can. The animal in the trash can, he was mostly black in fur color, but his chest, paws, chin, and belly were white.

He is incredibly handsome... And also incredibly misunderstood. Like the American Pitbull.

You're probably wondering, how do I know so much about this dog?

I'll tell you why.

THAT dog... Is me.

My name is Galileo. Like that astronomer Galileo Galilei back in the sixteen hundreds that discovered Earth's Orbit, the solar system, and how the planets don't revolve around Earth.

It's a pleasure to meet you. We don't usually get new people around these parts.

I am a Spanish Water Dog, a herding and waterfowl retriever. I take pride in being THE fastest swimmer, and fastest swimming dog, in Portorosso. Life's okay most of the time, as a homeless street dog. The food supply sucks sometimes, but the water supply is in the best condition.

You're probably wondering why I described myself as misunderstood, right? Admit it, you're asking yourself now. Why am I considered misunderstood?

Well, I am rumored to have eaten, get this, SEA MONSTERS, my whole life. Pretty weird, right? And just because, making friends with one... All the ones I tried to meet, they have REALLY BAD trust issues.

Portorosso prides itself in hunting and killing them. Honestly, I'm not sure why. They seem pretty decent to me.

Course, I'm not gonna tell you the story just yet. We've just met! First I gotta deal with the idioto that decided to wake me up.

Lifting the lid off my head, I saw an angry-looking gray Cane Corso. They're HUGE! This one looks like it eats twice its body weight every day, and looks as healthy as me.

And that's saying something, because coming from someone who either eats out of the garbage, or begs for food, I have the best diet in the world.

Anyway, enough about me for now.

"Can I help you?" I asked the large dog. "Yes, actually. Your singing woke me up!" He barked. "And I don't like being woken up!"

"Well, unlike you, I don't scare other dogs half to death by banging on something." I retorted, tilting the trash can so I could slip out. I regretted it. He's even bigger up close and on the ground...

"Heh. Typical medium dogs. Talks a big game, loses in a fight within the first minute."

"It's early in the morning. I'm not in the mood for a fight." I said, going to walk away. But the bigger dog decided to get in front of me. "Ah, but I am, cagnolino (puppy)."

"No. I'm in the mood for something to eat."

The Cane Corso smirked in the general direction of the harbor, just in front of the fountain. "How's about you do a little hunting with me? Surely I can find a nice sea monster for you."

"Uh, no thanks, Signor Corso. I'd rather—" I got cut off by the bigger dog. "Signor Corso?" Then he burst out laughing. "You don't know who I am, do you?"

"I can't say that I do."

The Cane Corso turned his head and stared down at me with a smirk. "Then allow this legend to introduce himself. I am Socrates, the most well-known canine in Portorosso. Named after the Greek philosopher, I take pride in having brute strength, only the best hunting and tracking skills, and above all, the best master of them all."

The last bit is up for debate, because I've run into people who threw glass bottles, stones, and even ceramics at me. And they all owned a dog with a better status than me.

"What is your name, cagnolino?"

"I'm Galileo. Like the astronomer."

"Ah, piacere di conoscerti (Nice to meet you), Galileo. It's a delight to meet a street dog with such little social status, unlike myself."

"Oh, grazie, Socrates... Wait, what?" I asked. Did he just nonchalantly insult me?

"I think you heard me." Socrates said, his friendly grin turning into an irritated frown. I shook my head with a confused grin. "Ugh, why am I even talking to you? I am a famous icon around here. I haven't the time to blab with scrubs like you."

I looked and felt disrespected. How dare he? "You know, for someone so big and so popular, you're kind of jerkish." I snapped. He turned around with a sharp glare.

He struck me down with one paw to my head, knocking me to the ground. "You got that right, I'm a jerk. Everyone in Portorosso knows it. So let me leave you here, injured without batting an eye, with a warning. First of all, this town here, belongs to my master. Second, he wouldn't want a wuss like you in it. And neither do I."

"I'm not a wuss. I'm a pacifist." I said, standing up. Irritated, Socrates barked loud enough to alert the rest of the block. Just getting a glimpse of his sharp front teeth made me back away with a yelp. Socrates chuckled, non-verbally saying 'that's what I thought.'

Growling at my show of weakness, I stood up. "Next time I see you here, you won't leave scot-free. You've been warned. And you will only be warned ONCE." Socrates said, before turning around to leave.

I kinda want to know who this guy's owner is. Just so I can tell him how much of a jerk he was to A SMALLER DOG.

I huffed with a roll of my eyes. I don't wanna run into THAT guy again. Well, looks like it's foraging.

Or... OR...

Maybe a little hunting in the ocean wouldn't hurt anyone.

I have to sneak to get to the water. Why? Because I get sick of children seeing me and urging to pet me, telling me I'm cute, or that I'm a good boy, and all that.

I don't always enjoy the compliments. Children younger than ten, in my anecdotes, are too energetic for me. I have preferences, even though I'm a street dog.

As I check my reflection in the water, I dunked my paw into it. It turned a bright teal. And the black fur on my leg turned yellow.

Why this happens when I get wet? I'll tell you now, I'm not (entirely) a sea monster. On that note, I don't even know why they're called 'monsters.' They look more like bipedal aquatic lizards to me.

Remember when I said I was misunderstood for eating sea monsters my entire life?

That rumor is a far cry from the truth.

I only resorted to eating a sea monster on ONE occasion. Two years ago. As a desperate survival instinct. I ate one single sea monster.

His name was Giovanni, and he was already fatally injured by a harpoon. He specifically told me to put him out of his... His misery and... and... I did so and consumed him.

I would have dropped dead in a couple of days or less without that nourishment. I was starving to death. Literally. Do you judge me for that?

A week later, my fur changed color when I was wet. The news of my kill then spread like wildfire. And so, when I swim off into the ocean, I can overhear people saying 'he's off to save us from those wretched sea monsters,' and stuff like that. It's getting old.

In conclusion, the rumor was born, and it has lasted up until this very day.

I've also gotten more webbing between my toes, much sharper teeth, and I'd say about 2.3% higher swimming speed.

So help me, Neptune, I better not have more changes in my physical appearance within the next few days. I just got the sharp teeth yesterday. Now I can leave a gigantic teeth mark on a rock.

I am a predator sea monster/dog.

I'm known as predatory down here, but, they don't bother me, so I don't bother them. And they rarely bother me. Because, they're scared of me. Like I want them to. *sigh*

But NOW I'm wondering; if I was born a regular dog and gained sea monster attributes, does that make me a sea monster or the same old dog?

Or I could just call myself a sea dog.

When I'm down here, I pretty much eat what I want. I have the guilty pleasure to steal someone's livestock, such as goatfish, when they're not looking, swim far enough away, then eat it. One could call me a lone wolf.

I don't do it as much anymore, but I can't eat kelp or seagrass every time I come down here. So, at rare occasions, I go to the deep for some of the best tasting meat I've tasted...

Whale carcass!

I know what you're thinking, but believe me, it tastes better than it sounds. It is PACKED with protein and nutritional value. If there's nothing else I feel like eating, I go there.

Hopefully without bumping into this giant anglerfish that creeps me out to high heaven. He never gave me his name... He's usually rambling on about how great life is down there. And I care more about my empty stomach than having a full-blown conversation with that guy, so when he does try to talk to me, I don't always pay attention.

Until he mentions whale carcass.

There's not a ton of oxygen that deep down, anyway, so I'm quick to eat until I'm satisfied, then leave before I start suffocating.

And here I am rambling about my ocean life, when I just found a nice sea cucumber!

No, wait, two! Three! Just sitting there on the rock! Four upon closer inspection!

Oh, Galileo, this is the best part of your cruddy morning!

Licking my chops, I made a beeline for the sea cucumber infested rock and started eating. Oh my... I lied before. Sea cucumbers taste great. They supply me with enough energy to take on the day.

I haven't had these in so long...

.............

You know what I sometimes do at night when everyone's finally asleep?

I check on some of the sea monsters, making sure they're okay, even though I overhear comments like 'the ferocious Galileo is stalking his prey.'

I ignore those comments. They're merely the wind beneath my wings. They only lift me higher!

When I'm patrolling in the ocean at night, not much goes on... But what was about to happen tonight is gonna be big, I can feel it in my fur!

Anyway, it started when I saw a boat, with two fishermen conversing. Something about sea monsters being stories, I wasn't paying attention.

After hearing operatic music, I started lulling me to sleep, but before my eyes involuntarily closed, I saw a hand grab a few things from the boat. All I saw was a wrench, a cup, and I think a playing card. I was only a few feet away from the boat, so I couldn't really tell.

My newly gained night vision is at its best underwater. I decided to go under and get a closer look. I heard one of the fishermen shout, then I saw what I wasn't expecting.

A sea monster.

My eyesight, now enhanced, but still blurry, I could only see slit green eyes within a black silhouette. A black silhouette, that got caught in a net. I gasped. It grunted as it tried to escape, but it only got more tangled. Whether it's scared of me or not, I'm helping him! And I know exactly how.

I paddled towards the animal in the net. "Don't move. I'll make this quick." I told him, then I bit at the net, cutting it off with one bite. Then, getting to the holes, a small prick from my teeth cuts it, and within seconds the sea monster is freed. It jumped in the air, then back in the water. I went to follow him, but I stopped when a harpoon sailed through the water and slashed its arm. I winced as it let out a small pained cry.

I have ZERO good experiences with harpoons. Oftentimes even I am mistaken for a sea monster, the humans unaware of what I am. I've been hit with harpoons enough times. How many? I lost count. A lot. But I'm lucky.

The only place I haven't been struck by a harpoon is my chest. And my neck. Clearly my neck. I'd be dead if I got struck in the neck. Humans can have impeccable aim with those things.

Also, and I'm only gonna tell you once: I have an immense fear of harpoons. Always have. Or just sharp objects in general. Hate 'em, hate 'em, stay away from 'em. That's my motto. Don't get me started on knives.

Again, regardless on whether it's afraid of me or not...

"Are you okay?" I asked it. He didn't answer at first. He just held his arm in pain. I'll take that as a no. "Okay, let's get you on land, and I can fix that for you."

The sea monster, finally, spoke a word. "Okay."

Side by side, we swam to the shore of the island. "Okay, let me see it." I told him, reaching for his arm. "Don't touch it!" His voice was in the baritone vocal range.

"I'm not gonna touch it, I just wanna look." I gently took his arm and inspected the cut. He sucked in air through his teeth. The wound was bleeding a bit, but it wasn't deep, so fixing it up won't be a problem.

"Okay, I know what to do, but you're gonna have to trust me." I told him. "Do you trust me?"

I didn't expect him to answer straight away (he didn't), since we just met and don't even know each other's names. He answered me with a nod. "Okay, stay right there, I'll be back in a flash."

I went back down underwater and searched for the closest patch of seaweed I could find. It doesn't have to be very long... Perfect. I found a foot long piece of kelp, pulled it off from the root, then surfaced back to the island.

"Okay, I'm gonna try to clean that wound out. You can hold my paw if you need to. Kay?"

He nodded.

I sucked in water into my mouth, then held it in until I got to his arm again. He took a hold of my paw if it hurt. I squirted the water out on the wound. He only squeezed my paw a bit, moaning in pain. Once my mouth was emptied of water, I wrapped the piece of kelp around the cut and tied a knot.

I made sure it was tight, but not too tight. I don't have any real bandages on me, so this is gonna have to do.

"Alright, that should do it. Leave that on overnight and see if it's still bleeding in the morning." I told him. This was my attempt at first aid, despite never performing it before.

"Okay." He said.

"Do you need me to stay with you for tonight?"

"No, I'll be okay."

"Alright, then." I turned to the water, ready to call it a night. "Hey, wait!" I turned to the sea monster one more time. He smiled at me, "Thank you." I smiled back. "You're welcome."

That felt good. He trusted me... Which is weird, because I don't remember seeing him ONCE. Could I have non-verbally made my first sea monster friend?

Perhaps...

But, its late, I better get to sleep. The thing is, I'm a little too tired to swim back to town. Last time I tried swimming while tired, I drifted into the ocean, and it took me an hour to find the town again.

Why not... Sleep in the ocean for a change? When I come here to vent, the tranquillity usually helps. Actually, I've slept in the ocean before. It was AMAZING. The seagrass fields are the most comfortable. Best part is, they hide you from predators.

So that's what I did. I decided to sleep on the ocean floor. I walked in a circle before laying down. I was instantly feeling more tired. I laid my head down and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Awaiting what tomorrow has to offer.

So... That's the end of this chapter. What do you think of Galileo? What do you think of Socrates?

I felt like putting the "Alberto getting hit in the arm by the harpoons in the beginning" concept in here, and having Galileo help the guy out. Whether he wanted his help or not...

I think we can all agree that he's a very good boy.

Next chapter, Galileo meets our other protagonist.

#luca paguro #alberto scorfano #giulia marcovaldo #ercole visconti #daniela paguro #lorenzo paguro #massimo marcovaldo #machiavelli #wattpad #spreading awareness #galileo the water dog #disney luca #pixar luca #luca 2021

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prorevenge · 4 years

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Won’t pick up your dog’s shit and then steal from me? Move out then.

So this happened at the last apartment complex I lived in. Sorry it’s so long.

My SO and I were renting a ground floor unit at a really nice apartment complex. I wouldn’t say it was a luxury apartment or anything but our ground floor unit had a little patio off the back that led out into a really nice court yard area with hammocks, a walking path, outdoor fireplace/seating area, etc. A lot of people walk their dogs out there or let their kids play out in the grass, including us.

We have a 1 year old cane corso, we got her when we’d been living in the unit for about 2.5 months and she was only 8 weeks at the time. She’s a really good dog and we trained her well. We could let her out to go potty and she’d come right back even if there were distractions/people/dogs out (we always stood on the patio and watched her anyways because our pet agreement said we couldn’t leave our dog unattended). Then we’d go pick up her poop right away if she pooped (also part of the pet agreement as I’m sure is standard at most apartment complexes). We kept a small step trash can outside specifically for her poop bags because we didn’t want to throw them away inside and the only outside trash cans were on the other side of the building (which i agree is super dumb). It really was a small trash can, like the kind you’d tuck into the bathroom between the toilet and the wall. We also had her poop bags hanging on our patio door handle for easy access so we didn’t have to hunt for them every time we needed them.

This lady and her kid moved in on the ground floor in our building, two units down from us. No biggie. We ran into her one day carrying in groceries and my SO held open the door for her. She seemed kind of Karen-ish but was polite and her kid (probably 10-11 years old) didn’t look up from his phone. Whatever that’s pretty typical of kids these days. They also had a dog, a little black and white fluffy thing super cute but not trained very well. Don’t know what kind of dog but it was much smaller than our already giant puppy.

After about two weeks or so, we realized that there were dog turds in the grass right off our patio. We found out the hard way because my boyfriend stepped in it the first time. Luckily he wasn’t barefoot. They were clearly not our dog’s turds as 1.) we always picked up her poop right after she went and 2.) they were very obviously from a small dog, not our 70 pound puppy. We’d been in the apartment about 7-8 months at that point and had never had an issue with this so we figured it was EM’s little dog. I wrote her a polite note that basically was like “Hey neighbor! We noticed that some of your dog’s poops aren’t being picked up and are right off our patio. Per the pet agreement we all have to sign, we all need to be picking up our own dog’s poop each time they go. I’m sure it was an accident and you just didn’t notice, so if you could make sure to do that going forward we’d appreciate it! -Your neighbors in (unit#)”

She wasn’t home so I slipped it under the door and went back to my apartment. A couple hours later this lady is banging on my door and gets really angry with me, insists that it couldn’t have been her dog and how dare I assume. I felt really bad and I apologized immediately, said I didn’t mean to offend her and it must have been someone else. She told me never to bother her with “crap like this again” and stormed off. I was like okaaaaayyyyy.

Not three days later, I was sitting on my patio with a book enjoying the cool weather when I see their little dog run out of their back door - no one with it - and it comes over to me. I said hello to the pup (bcuz I love pups) and then it took a shit right off patio, ran back home and scratched the door to be let in. I saw her kid slide the door open enough to let the dog in and then closed it again without coming outside to pick up the poop. I was annoyed because here I saw it with my own eyes that it WAS their dog and no one was even watching it when it was outside.

So I grabbed a poop bag, picked up the poop, wrote another less polite note about her kid neglecting to watch the dog or come to check if it had pooped/pick up after it, and dropped the poop bag and the note on their patio right by the door, then went back to my reading. EM was quicker to come by this time and stomped right up to me, waving the note around. Then stated that her kid was just a kid and probably just forgot to check. I said I didn’t care, her kid was old enough to stand outside for 3 minutes and come pick up the dog’s poop. She said well there’s no poop bags/trashcans on this side of the building and she didn’t feel comfortable making her kid walk all the way around the building for that. The next part is my own fault, in hindsight. I suggested she put a trash can like mine on her patio and leave their own poop bags handy like we do for our dog. She eyed our stuff, huffed some more, rolled her eyes, refused to do anything about the poop and walked off. At this point I was super annoyed.

I stalked my patio door for the next couple days as much as I could, just waiting. And sure enough on day 2 in the evening when I was about to give up, I see the puppy run outside towards my patio. I whipped out my phone, took some pictures of the dog outside alone (not allowed) and the dog pooping and then took another phone an hour later of the poop still there and time stamped all of them. Then I sent an email to the apartment office people who were always pretty nice and they responded quickly they would give her a warning about it.

And sure enough this lady comes back AGAIN, to get mad and yell at me about how petty I was to report them to the office and now they had a $150 fine for not picking up their dog poop. (It’s worth noting that these fines were rare. PooPrints were not used at this complex. In order for the office to fine someone for dog poop they had to have proof it was that specific tenants dog’s poop and that it wasn’t picked up. Hence the photos I’d taken and timestamped.) I told her that I had tried to be nice about it with her TWICE before and it was her own fault at that point for not abiding by the terms of the pet agreement we ALL had to sign (everyone who had a dog at least).

She went off about how she’s a single mom and she works during the day and her precious baby can’t be expected to pick up after their dog. I told her that a 10/11 year old was plenty old enough to pick up after a dog and that if they weren’t responsible enough then maybe the kid shouldn’t be letting the dog out at all and she should be the one to do it or maybe whoever is home with him should be looking after it. She got angry, told me I had no idea how to be a single mom, that her mom stays with him during the day and shouldn’t be expected to look after her kid and her dog and she stomped off again. I expected to hear more about it but I didn’t. (The ironic part is I AM a single mom; my kid isn’t my SO’s and I raised him alone for 2.5 years before I met my SO, so yes I do know how hard it is and I live 1000 miles from my closest family so I never even had the luxury of being able to have my mom watch my kid.)

Over the next couple of weeks we didn’t find anymore dog turds off our patio. But we did notice our poop bags were depleting and our trash can filling up way more quickly than usual. I had my suspicions and wanted to test it. We had recently bought some small security cameras for inside of our apartment for different reasons and I had my boyfriend set one up outside on the patio. We faced it where it could see our door and trash can but didn’t point to the rest of the court yard or other people’s units (we respect privacy around here).

Sure enough the same evening my boyfriend set it up, I see the kid walk onto our patio, take a poop bag, walk out of frame, and then come back to throw it in our trash can. Okay. Now I’m PISSED but also not trying to fight this lady or her kid. So I moved the poop bags to the inside door handle. It’s a glass door so you can still see them but we always lock our sliding door.

Next morning, I hear someone knocking on the back patio door and I go to see her kid standing there looking annoyed. I didn’t open the door I just spoke loudly enough to ask what did he need. He demanded a poop bag for his dog’s poop. I said I’m sorry but these are our poop bags for our dog and they weren’t free for anyone else to use. The apartment provides poop bags in a dispenser near the trash can on the other side of the building. Kid started demanding a poop bag, saying his mom told him he could use ours, slapping his hands on the glass a few times (trying to scare me? yes I’m so terrified of a ten year old boy...), and finally screaming at me that he’s telling his mother on me. I said fine go ahead I’ll tell her the same thing. Sure enough, a few minutes later his mom is standing on my patio also demanding a poop bag for her dog’s poop. I denied her a bag and asked her to please step off of my patio as she was making me feel unsafe and uncomfortable (my SO wasn’t home). She told me I was a bratty child (I’m 24...) and she demanded I let her use my poop bags as I had already told her she could before. I said no, I told you to get some yourself and do what I do - keep them close by and put your own trash can on your own patio - not use the bags I buy with my own money for my own dog and then fill up my tiny trash can with your dog’s poop. I pointed out she could use a plastic shopping bag if she didn’t want to buy her own poop bags or she could use the bags the complex provided on the other side of the building. She kept going off on me and I finally told her if she didn’t leave my patio I’d call the police as she was harassing me (the apartment office was closed on Sundays and of course it was Sunday). She acted like she was going to call my bluff but then my boyfriend got home and walked up behind me to ask what was going on and she ended up dragging her kid away - again, leaving the poop in the grass off my patio.

So once she was gone, I took ANOTHER timestamped picture of the dog poop, downloaded the footage from my security camera of her kid stealing my poop bags and throwing them in my trash can and the footage from them that morning yelling at me and demanding my bags and my denying them and emailed all of it to the apartment management. I told them that she made me feel unsafe and uncomfortable in my own home, that she and her child felt entitled to come onto my patio and take my belongings. I also went outside, picked up her dog’s poop, looked in the trash can on my patio and pulled out the bags with her dog’s poop (they were significantly smaller than my dog’s poops as I’m sure any dog owners could tell the difference in poops of a 12lb dog vs a 70lb dog). I went and opened all the bags and dumped the poops straight on her patio right outside the door.

On Monday, I heard back from the office lady who said she would take care of it. By Friday, there was a moving truck and the lady and her kid were moving out. Pretty sure they were evicted or at the very least urged to move before a formal eviction process was initiated. After talking to some of our other, much friendlier neighbors, it turns out we weren’t the only ones who had been complaining about her. They’d only lived in the complex for like 2-3 months before they made so many enemies they were kicked out.

Sometimes I think I should feel bad for playing a part in them getting evicted but honestly I can’t bring myself to feel guilty about it. Not my fault she was a lazy entitled bitch who couldn’t even be assed to get a shopping bag to pick up her dog’s shit. I never heard from her about the turds I dropped on her patio but I like to think she stepped in them without looking and knew better than to come bitch to me about it.

sorrynotsorry

(Also, I’m sure they were given more than a week to vacate as those are the tenancy laws here but she packed up and left like a bat out of hell. Guess she didn’t want to stay somewhere she was clearly seen as an enemy... I don’t know for sure that she was evicted or if she was just asked to leave or abide by the lease or what. Office can’t give out that type of info and she and I weren’t exactly on speaking terms for her to give me the scoop about it.)

TLDR; Entitled mom lets her dog shit wherever it wants without cleaning it, I tell her to pick up her dog’s shits or make her kid do it, she refuses, gets a fine from the apartment complex after I send them pics of her dog unattended and the poop not being picked up. She starts letting her kid steal my supplies from my patio, I send video footage and photos to the management and they end up being kicked out of the complex.

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Mayhem

A/N - So, it was too late to incorporate any of this into I Know That I’ll Lose, but let it be known that Matty getting a puppy did not go unnoticed by my writing inspiration. Have this adorable thing.

Matty adopts a puppy, Matty ends up back at the pet store more than he expected. Short, fluffy Matthew Healy x Reader sorta thing.

It had been three days since Matty brought a new puppy back to the studio. Three days of a black fluff ball romping about under their feet any time they tried to move from one room to another. George had tried to convince him that it wasn’t a great idea to get another dog considering how little time he spent at home. But he regretted missing out on the majority of Allen’s childhood and he was bound to London for the foreseeable future, so he figured now was as good a time as any to get a puppy. Things were going pretty well so far - Mayhem adjusted nicely to the new environment and he was a (mostly) welcome addition to the homely space of the studio. The only issue was that he didn’t seem to be eating much. Or… at all. On the first day it was easy enough to assume that he had already been fed at the pet store and wasn’t hungry, the second day could be put down to settling in nerves, but Matty was beginning to get concerned that he still didn’t seem to want his food. Perhaps it was the taste? He figured that all dog food probably tasted fairly similar from brand to brand, but maybe not if you were the target audience.

“I’m goin’ out, George.” He shouted over his shoulder as he grabbed his keys and slipped his wallet into his pocket.

“Where?” His friend’s voice called back down the hallway.

“Pet store to get Mayhem food. Make sure he doesn’t destroy anything.” He answered, about the pull the door shut behind him before he heard George continue.

“He’s not my dog, Matt.” He replied, the mild annoyance seeping into the tone of his voice.

“You own stuff in here too.” Matty half-sung back. “Bye!”

The shop he had gotten Mayhem from was only a few minutes down the road. As he stepped up to the counter, he rehearsed one last time in his head what he had come in here for. He didn’t want to seem like a bad dog owner, like it was something that he was doing that was resulting in his pet not eating. But he was quickly beaten to the punch as the cashier turned to face him. She gave him a curious look before the recognition flashed across her face. “You came in and bought the black cane corso the other day, yeah?” She asked with a friendly smile. He nodded in response. “What was it…” She frowned, clearly trying her best to remember. “Matthew?”

“Matty’s better.” He answered, finding himself returning the smile.

“And Mayhem, right?” She asked. He was mildly impressed that she remembered so many details from a fifteen-minute interaction.

He laughed lightly, “Yeah, that’s it.”

“How’s he going?” She asked with excitement.

He went to start going on about how cute and playful he was - as he had to anyone else who asked - before catching himself. “Well, that’s actually why I’m here.” He started, pulling his mind back to the reason that he had walked in. “He just doesn’t seem to want to eat the food that I had at home?” He asked hesitantly.

“Oh, that’s no problem. I’ll show you what we were feeding him here.” She said as she quickly stepped around the counter and started walking towards the dog food. “It’s a bit more expensive, but it’s better quality and more palatable to most dogs. That’s why we use it for the dogs here.” She explained to Matty as she led him through the store.

“That’s fine.” He shrugged. “As long as he likes it, the cost isn’t an issue.”

“Wish there were more dog owners like you.” She huffed under her breath, earning a quiet laugh out of him in response. After a quick scan of the aisle, she picked up a fairly large white bag and handed it out to him. “He was eating this stuff when he was with us and seemed to enjoy it.”

“Thanks. Hopefully he still likes it.” He chuckled as he gratefully took the bag.

“I’ll put it through for you.” She added, nodding back in the direction of the counter. Matty followed behind closely as he clutched the dog food closer to him. He wasn’t entirely sure if it was just because he hadn’t had much in the way of human contact with anyone other than George for the last few weeks, but this felt… oddly nice. If he didn’t have a starving canine at home, he probably would’ve made an attempt to drag out the interaction. But, he did. So, he paid for the dog food, and continued on his way.

* * *

Thankfully for Matty, Mayhem took to the new food very well. He was eating regularly as soon as the old stuff was out of his bowl. And for a while, things were great with the pup - he took naps on the couch with his owner, he stayed in his crate at night without complaints, he only stole small amounts of food off of low lying, unattended plates - it was all going swimmingly. However, it was clear that there were still a few teething problems. Quite literally.

“Hey! Drop that!” Matty yelled as he chased Mayhem under the table.

“I told you-” George started from his seat on the couch as the dog squirmed his way through the chair legs and continued running through the house with an amp lead in his mouth.

“Shut it, George.” Matty shouted back, trying to right himself too quickly and smacking his head on the underside of the table. He stared daggers into the back of the drummer’s head while he regained his balance before running after his dog.

“You can’t keep letting him chew stuff every time we have to shut him out of the room.” He continued as the duo suddenly ended up in front of him when Mayhem tried to (unsuccessfully) fit himself under a couch.

“He’s fine.” He tried to reason through gritted teeth as he picked the puppy up. As soon as his paws were off the ground, he let go of the lead. But alas, there was no saving it, his needle-sharp puppy teeth had already done their damage.

“No, he’s not. That’s the second thing he’s wrecked today.” George argued as he picked up the cord and wound it up. “Just put him in his crate.” He suggested.

Matty held Mayhem up to make sure that he hadn’t hurt himself by chewing on things he wasn’t meant to, sighing in relief when he seemed fine. “But he shouldn’t have to be holed up in the crate just because we don’t want him making noise in the room with us.” It didn’t seem fair to this poor dog to have to spend half of the day cooped up just because he had production work to do.

“Well, you have to do something.”

“I know, I know.” He snapped back, pulling the dog closer to himself as he tried to think of other ideas. He was just bored, not being naughty on purpose.

“Because if he moves onto anything of mine, I’m not gonna be happy about it. Mayhem might be meeting Allen sooner than planned.” George said with a pointed look.

“I’ll just get him more things to keep him occupied.” Matty said, the idea quickly making more and more sense the more the gears turned in his brain. “I can go get him those puzzle feeder things, and those toys that you put peanut butter in, and chew toys. I’ll go get him a bunch of that shit.” He said as he put his puppy back on the ground, who instantly bounded off happily to go destroy something else.

“You better go soon because-”

“I know. I’m going right now.” He nodded as he grabbed his keys off the coffee table.

He hadn’t really expected to be back in this pet store three times in eight days, but here he was. Again. Feeling like a terrible dog owner. Again. He walked up to the counter, seeing the girl that had served him the last two times stocking shelves with her back to him. Matty cleared his throat, trying to politely get her attention. “Erm, hi.” He smiled as she turned around.

“Hey, Matty!” She grinned back. “Didn’t expect you back so soon. How can I help?”

Fuck. She still remembered his name and he didn’t even know hers after what was now three interactions. Was she just good with names or was there just not that many customers coming through here? He supposed probably not at the moment. His eyes quickly scanned over the name tag on her uniform, committing it to memory. Wait, shit, she asked me a question. “I need a chew toy, something to keep Mayhem occupied if I’m out or busy.” He finally answered.

“Ah, is he getting bored?” She asked with a curious look.

“He must be, because he chewed through one of my guitar leads.” Matty chuckled, trying to make light of a bad situation.

But the look of shock on her face blew any attempts of that right out of the water. “It wasn’t on, was it?” She asked with a clear sense of worry.

“Thankfully, no.” He answered with a shake of his head.

She let out a relieved breath. “Good to hear.” She nodded, stepping around the counter and starting to walk into the store. He supposed that was his invitation to follow. “Poor buddy could’ve done himself some serious damage.”

The two of them stood in front of a wall of various pet toys and the sheer amount of variety was borderline overwhelming to Matty. He was rather glad that he had sought out help. She turned to him as she grabbed a couple of options off the hooks. “Was it expensive?” She asked.

“The cord wasn’t, the guitar is.” He huffed. “But the cord is easy to replace. I just don’t want him deciding to chew on my other equipment.” He added quickly. He didn’t want to come across as angry about what was realistically quite a small problem. It just needed fixing sooner rather than when George decided to wring his neck over it.

“You play other stuff?” She questioned.

“I play a lot of things.” He shrugged casually, not wanting to make a huge fuss about it. Matty enjoyed that these interactions were about his dog rather than the aspects of his life most other people chose to focus on. Not that he could blame them, his career took up the majority of his life, but the change was nice.

“A man of many talents.” She noted.

“And a master of none of them.” He laughed.

She turned to him, handing him a selection of chew toys. “He’s probably starting to feel his adult teeth coming through and wanting some stuff to gnaw on. Something like a rope toy or soft plastic might be good, or even a rawhide treat.” She explained. “You could maybe get him bones as well.” He nodded as he intently listened to her advice. “Or if you were after things to keep him occupied, you can also get some puzzle toys. But those usually require treats to dispense for the dog to want to play with them”

“Yeah, can I grab some of them too?” He said eagerly. It took about ten minutes for her to show him all of the options available, Matty relishing in the chance to have some casual chit chat in between aisles. By the time she had shown him just about everything a puppy could use to kill time, he had a shopping basket full of options to entertain Mayhem. Surely this would be enough to keep George happy. “Thanks for this.” He said with an appreciative smile as she began scanning them through the register.

“It’s no problem. Always happy to help out if it means an animal is gonna be better off.” She beamed back at him. He was suddenly hit with the reminder that he enjoyed their interaction the last time he was here, and he was enjoying this one more. But the little voice in the back of his mind was quick to mention the puppy who was probably chewing through a soundboard at the moment.

“Hopefully I can get these to him before he works his teeth into something else.” He added sheepishly.

“Well, I’ll let you get out of here then.” She handed him the heavy bag of pet toys. “I’ll see you soon.” She said with an expression that Matty probably would’ve called humorous. Was that a joke? Clearly three visits in one week wasn’t usual. But he figured she probably wouldn’t have been as friendly to him if she minded that. And he couldn’t really say that he felt bad about it.

“Apparently, at the rate I’m goin’.” He laughed back over his shoulder as he walked back to his car. A nagging feeling sat at the back of his mind that he was probably going to be back here pretty soon.

* * *

The toys did the trick for keeping Mayhem away from any expensive equipment. And for keeping George off Matty’s back (for now). Between things to chew on and things to solve, that puppy barely had time for cuddles and naps. That didn’t stop him from trying to push his luck on occasion, though. Matty was sitting at his desk in the middle of an interview when he spied Mayhem about to wrap his teeth around one of his shoes. “Hold on a second, let me just shout at my dog.” He said offhandedly to the screen as he pushed himself back to get a better view of what he was trying to do. As soon as he called out to him, Mayhem bounded over like nothing had happened. “I’ve got you loads of toys, you don’t need to chew that.” As if completely understanding his owner the puppy picked up the rope toy that was sat at the base of the coffee table. Matty eyed the rope toy that Mayhem was chewing on, thinking back to the girl at the pet store. It had been a week since his last visit. Would it be weird if he went back again? It would definitely be weird if he went there and someone else was working. It would defeat the whole point. He tuned back into the interview, the thought of going back for social reasons playing on his mind as he carried on.

After an hour the interview had wrapped up. It was just before three in the afternoon, the pet store would still be open. Matty quietly picked up his car keys, hoping to make a silent escape. But he had no such luck. “Where are you going?” George asked with a frown over the back of the lounge.

“Uh, out.” He shrugged, trying and failing to be nonchalant. His best friend just stared him down until he answered properly. “The pet store.” He eventually confessed.

George had a sneaking suspicion that he already knew the answer to the question he wanted to ask, but he couldn’t help himself, “What for this time?”

Matty paused for a moment, trying to think of a reason to go back. “A new bed.” He answered with a firm nod.

“That bed’s fine.” George gestured to the practically new bed sitting in the crate.

“He’ll need a bigger one soon.” He reasoned with himself more than anyone else, making his way to the door before he could talk himself out of it.

“Why’re you really going?” He heard George ask, the snigger underlying his question echoing down the hallway.

“I’ll be back soon. Bye!”

Within fifteen minutes Matty found himself standing at the - now fairly familiar - counter of the pet store. Despite his bad luck getting out of the house, he was fortunately facing some good luck now. “Back again?” She asked, frowning at the man in front of her curiously.

“I, erm, need a new bed for Mayhem.” He knew it was a poor excuse for coming back in here, because with her memory she’d likely know that he bought one when he picked Mayhem up. But maybe it would be enough to get him by. “He’s taken to thinking that the couch is his.” She seemed fairly unphased by this, just nodding along.

“That’ll happen if you let him sleep on it.” She said, cracking a bit of a smile.

“You’re very knowledgeable about all this dog stuff.” Matty said casually as he tried to strike up more of a conversation.

“Well, I work at a pet store.” She reminded him.

“That’s not-” He stopped, taking in a breath as he tried to get himself back on track. “Do you have one of your own?”

“Yeah! I’ve got a golden retriever.” The vibe of the conversation instantly shifted into a territory Matty was much more comfortable with. She seemed a lot more excited to chat now that he’d brought up her own pets. He was happy to move things away from awkward ground and onto some stuff he could be a bit surer about.

That works. “I’ve heard that those are a really friendly breed.”

“Oh, Roscoe’s got an amazing temperament.” She nodded.

“Mayhem needs another dog friend like that.” He started with a sigh, “He’s so high energy that most dogs don’t want a bar of it.”

She raised an eyebrow at the obvious hint he was dropping, but decided to step around it for the moment. “He doesn’t do well at dog parks?” She asked.

Matty shook his head, “I think it’s all too overwhelming. He gets overzealous and then other dogs snap at him when they don’t want to play that much.” Which, in Matty’s defence, was true. When he took Mayhem to a dog park two days ago, his dog spent most of his time chasing a tennis ball because the other dogs didn’t want to put up with a puppy. “Maybe he’d do better in a one on one environment.” He shrugged.

She couldn’t help the laugh that came out at his lack of subtlety. “Oh, really?” She asked, trying to recompose herself. Matty supposed that was probably his invitation to just cut to the chase.

“Would you be up for it? I could meet you at the dog park down the road sometime next week.” He suggested, trying his best to keep his cool. She thought about this for what felt like a solid minute but he was sure it was probably only a few seconds.

“Sure.” She nodded eventually. “Tuesday morning?”

“I’m sure I could fit that in.” He grinned back.

There was a brief moment of silence where Matty just took in the moment of success until he took his cue to leave before he blew it. “Well, I’ll see you then.” He said as he went to step away from the counter.

“Wait,” She said, stopping him in his tracks as he turned back to her. Shit, what did he forget? “You came in here for a dog bed, didn’t you?”

Oh, no. “Uh, erm, yeah, I suppose I did.” He mumbled quietly as he scratched at the back of his neck. “I’ll go grab one.” He nodded, making his way to the back of the store. After quickly berating his own idiotic memory he grabbed a slightly larger bed than the one Mayhem already had and brought it back up to the counter. He was fairly sure he’d just undone any good work that he had worked towards. Handing the bed over he tried his best to at least be a functioning human being until he got back to his car.

“Hopefully this keeps him off the couch.” The cashier said as she handed it back to him, the humour of the situation pretty evident in her eyes. “And let me know what time on Tuesday.” She added as she passed him a piece of paper with her number on it. Thank fuck for that.

* * *

George had of course given Matty a hard time when he came home and revealed the details of how he nearly came home without what he had left the house for. However, Matty couldn’t really have cared any less, because it still ended up working out all right for him. Very few texts were exchanged other than the ones to arrange an exact time to meet up on Tuesday. He got there fifteen minutes early, sitting on a bench with his puppy in his lap as he tried to calm down his racing mind. He had decided to buy her a coffee on the way as a small gesture to say thanks. Once he had done so, he realised he had no idea if she even liked coffee and suddenly regretted the whole plan. But he had two coffees now, so he might as well offer it. Surely it would still be seen as a nice thought? He needed to calm down. Maybe he shouldn’t have had a coffee.

“It’ll be fine.” He told himself as he took in a deep breath. “Won’t it, buddy?” He asked as he nudged Mayhem. His dog looked back up at him with his large brown eyes, giving no indication that he was nervous. “Well of course it will be fine for you. At the end of the day you still have a small fortune of pet supplies to go home to.” Matty huffed as he ruffled Mayhem’s ears. His dog seemed very happy about this development.

He heard her call his name before he saw her, turning to see a large golden retriever bounding his way. From his position on the bench, he and Mayhem came nose to nose as the new dog ran up to introduce himself. It hadn’t been intentional but it definitely worked very well for their first meeting to not overwhelm the poor puppy with height differences. When the two dogs seemed to have no hostility between them, Matty put Mayhem down on the ground. As soon as his paws touched the grass the two of them were off. He half kept an eye on his dog running amok as he turned to the girl sitting next to him.

“This is for you,” He said as he held out the second coffee. “as thanks.”

She let out an appreciative noise as she picked it up. “You didn’t have to get me this.”

“I wanted to.” He corrected.

“Well… thank you.” She nodded, flashing him a friendly smile. So far so good.

After twenty minutes of playing, the two canines were finally starting to calm down a bit. “They’re getting on really well.” She noted, taking the last sip of her coffee.

“Yeah, it’s good to see.” He agreed with a nod. “Allen was so much easier to socialise, but he was a much calmer puppy than Mayhem is.” Matty said with a sigh.

She paused for a moment at that, considering what he had just said. “An old dog?” She asked.

“Uh, no, he’s not that old. He’s about five.” He answered.

“You have another dog?” She frowned.

He probably shouldn’t have mentioned that in hindsight. “Well, sort of, I co-own him with my mate Sam. He doesn’t live with me.” He tried his best to talk his way around it, but he knew exactly what was coming next. It was gonna come up sooner or later, he supposed.

“Why didn’t you just socialise Mayhem with the dog you already have?” She questioned.

“Because then I wouldn’t have had an excuse to ask you out for a coffee.” He answered honestly.

She laughed loudly, but didn’t seem upset by this information. That was good. “You could’ve just asked me out for coffee as opposed to going to all this trouble.”

“Ah, but where’s the fun in that?”

#Matthew Healy x Reader #Matty Healy x Reader #Sunsetinmyvein

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synoxshots · 4 years

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Glue Me

Summary: After the discovery in his meeting with Rogun on Tatooine, Ticcer shuts himself away on his ship. Only Risha can break his silence.

Spoilers for chapter three of the smuggler class story.

One-shot. Cross posted to ao3.

No words were spoken on the speeder ride back to the Firebird. Risha had never known him be so quiet in the three years since they'd met; if anything, the challenge was more getting him to stop talking. Usually he never shied from offering up some daft comment or typical smuggler boast for her to roll her eyes at, like he enjoyed setting her up to make a witty comeback. But this time, nothing. His eyes focused solely ahead, a scowl etched upon his face ever since Rogun's hideout.

They'd gotten closer in the past few months, close enough that they could actually call it a relationship after so long flirting without making commitments. She'd never intended to let things get this far – after all, taking her throne was always supposed to be the priority – but she'd never quite managed to hide the smile that formed every time she heard those familiar footsteps approach her room on the ship. She'd spent all that time trying to resist him for the sake of her future, but truthfully she'd much rather spend time with him than some refined, pretty noble like Merritt Rineld. Ticcer was rough around the edges, about as far away from the ideal king as she could find, yet that drew her to him even more. He didn't worry about sucking up to her, he wanted to be with her before he ever knew about the throne, and finding out didn't change the way he treated her at all. And yes, he was definitely nice to look at as well. Though the trouble was telling him that without getting one of his 'I told you so' grins back.

The mood was different now though. Since the meeting with Rogun and his men, the discovery about Darmas and the senator, a wall had gone up around him. There'd been none of his usual swagger when he took out Rogun and seized his criminal empire for himself, something that should have been cause for celebration. Instead there was an unnerving coldness in his voice that hadn't been there before.

From the moment they started working together, it had been obvious that the Empire was a sore spot for him. He never really talked about his past, or at least nothing before he started smuggling, but she'd run background checks when she first met him and she had her theories. Ticcer was so obviously a nickname that she had to do a bit of poking, after all; and it was best to know what she was working with if they were going after her father's treasure. She traced Ticcer Marzan back to a Ticcanledri Marzan from the planet they'd met and, well. It wasn't hard to guess what had happened to someone growing up on Coruscant at that time. The shockwaves were still being felt in the Republic more than a decade later; it was no surprise that personal scars ran so deep too. There was no need to press him on it. Hating the Empire that way, always having his guard raised, that all made sense.

“Come on, let's get moving,” he grunted, helping her off the speeder before setting off towards the ship at such a pace she had to jog to keep up. The rest of the crew had already gathered in the docking bay outside, Guss apparently in the middle of another story that left Akaavi exasperated and Corso fighting back tears of laughter.

“Hey Captain, where we headed?” Corso tried to ask, but Ticcer marched past him and straight into the ship without so much as a glance. “What's up with him?”

Risha shook her head frantically, firing off warning glares at each of them before they followed him up the ramp. “Don't ask. Don't say a word.”

Ticcer was already waiting in the cockpit when they caught up to him, drumming his hands against his thighs as he paced from side to side.

“Finally,” he said brusquely. “Corso, set a course for Corellia.” His words were sharp, his eyes avoiding the bewildered stares of his crew. He left the cockpit as abruptly as he'd spoken, leaving them all in a stunned silence.

Corso turned back to Risha. “Do you want to tell us what's happening? Are things okay with you two?”

“We are fine. Rogun's dead. But it turns out Pollaran and Dodonna are traitors, all those jobs were to help the Empire, not the Republic.” Corso sunk back, grasping towards his seat at her words, Bowdaar giving a loud growl of anger. Major players in the underworld they may all be these days, but there were still those who had a personal stake in seeing the Empire defeated, just like their captain. Even Akaavi, the most pro-Empire of all of them, seethed with disgust, spitting about dishonour and muttering in Mando'a under her breath.

A barrage of questions followed all at once, but Risha could barely muster her response. The news had been a sucker punch straight into the guts of them all, and of course they wanted to know what the plan was from here. But where normally she had a great scheme to share, now even she was coming up short. Go to Corellia, but then what? And what could a crew do if their Captain couldn't lead them?

She only wanted to find him, comfort him, reassure him – but what could she say to even begin to make things better? Nearly two years they'd worked with them, two years spent trusting the wrong people. Even if he did it to line his own pockets rather than those of the Republic, a betrayal like this was probably the cruellest thing they could have done to him. He wasn't a man to let go of his grudges, the way he'd chased down Skavak had been a testament to that. And this was the Empire, this meant more. He'd never claimed to be a Republic patriot, see them as the good guys like Corso did, but there'd always been a pattern in the jobs he'd taken. Money, yes, but also hitting the Empire where it hurt. It was how he'd always justified picking up those extra jobs the Republic offered, even as she teased him for being their lackey. Hating the Empire often went hand in hand with helping the Republic, and at least he was wise enough to make credits from it too.

She didn't have a personal stake in the same way. He was her personal stake, and there was no way to sugar-coat the pain he was in now, no kind words that could make it all disappear. Watching him shut himself away like this was a struggle, but it didn't even begin to compare to the way he hurt right now.

* * * * * * * *

The Firebird was eerily quiet for the rest of the journey to Corellia. Normally Risha would have been relieved for their antics to die down for just a minute, but now the ship was barren and devoid of energy. Meals were taken in near-silence, none of them wanting to venture beyond small talk. Even Guss had lost his usual spark, refraining from his typically bizarre stories that kept the crew amused on long journeys.

Ticcer hadn't been seen for hours, retreating to his quarters before the ship had even got off the ground. It had been an unspoken agreement among the rest of them that he wasn't to be disturbed. But someone had to break the silence eventually, and that someone had to be her. Bracing herself, she knocked at the door of his quarters. No response. She tried calling his name, but still got nothing back. She was on the brink of giving up when to her surprise, the door finally opened.

He lay perfectly still on the bed, eyes fixed upon the ceiling, with no acknowledgement of her entry to the room at all. He still wore his clothes from Tatooine, not even bothering to remove his boots or take the guns out from the holsters at his hips. It couldn't have been comfortable, but he didn't seem to care. The charm and presence that normally filled a room had been replaced by little more than a shell.

She removed her coat and lay down beside him, placing the most careful of kisses on his cheek. He tensed for a second at the contact, but soon pulled her closer and took her hand in his. His clasp was firm, needing, like he couldn't let her go.

“They've played me for a fool, Rish. All this time, they were just using me,” he croaked, the small voice miles away from the brash, cocky smuggler captain he presented to others. Words usually came so easily to her, but in this moment none were right. He'd never been this way in front of her before, so raw, so vulnerable. They were normally so playful when they spoke, even in a serious conversation, but none of that suited now.

“I can't say something that will make things better,” she sighed. “But I do know you won't let them beat you without a fight.” She cursed the clichéd words of inspiration, that she didn't have something better to offer. He said nothing else, just stroked the back of her hand with his thumb and shifted his stare to where their hands met. Hours could have passed, or perhaps it was only a few minutes before he broke the silence again.

“You being here...it's enough.”

There was no use pushing him further. If he wanted to speak, he would, and she promised herself that she would be there to listen when that moment came.

And if lying here now could ease just a fraction of his pain, she would do that too for as long as he needed.

* * * * * * * *

She hadn't realised she'd fallen asleep until the ship's alarms bleated out, signalling their impending arrival to Corellia. She had to flex her neck after resting on his chest for so long, but he sprung into life straight away like a fresh wind was powering through him. He charged through the ship, startling the crew with the sudden burst of energy, dishing out instructions and barking at them to gather their guns and gear for the fight ahead. He was a general readying his troops for battle, only this was no military fight. This war was one fuelled by revenge and personal pride only.

The rest of the crew descended the ship's ramp, but a hand on her arm stopped her before she could follow.

“Hey,” he said softly, pausing as pale blue eyes met her brown. “Thank you.”

The stare lingered, filled with truth even as the words went unspoken.

“I know.”

#my fic #swtor fanfic #oc: ticcer #smuggler #risha drayen #swtor #ticcer x risha

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american-satanxx · 4 years

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Just Patrick!

Author’s note: Keep sending your requests in!

This is pure fluff and I don’t care.

I’m sitting at my desk at work, Lady Gaga plays softly in the background as I mindlessly go through the pile of paperwork that has been accumulating on my desk since the playoffs started. Thankfully I have an amazing boss that allowed me to travel with Patrick to watch him play in every playoff game and eventually the Super Bowl.

Dating Patrick Lavon Mahomes II isn’t easy. Not by the long shot. But it’s definitely something I’ll never give up. I knew what I signed up for when we started dating our senior year in college.

“Hey [y/n]!” My boss exclaims as she peeks her head into my office. “How’s the Super Bowl Champ doing at home? Is he finally relaxing?”

“Patrick doesn’t relax.” I chuckle. “But I think he’s enjoying his break for once. He’s not constantly going over plays unlike that last couple years.”

“Tell him, we’re all proud of him.” She smiles. “I don’t know how you do it. I wouldn’t be able to be away from my husband so many days out of the year. I’m impressed by your self control. I wouldn’t be able to trust my husband. And he’s not as young and attractive as he once was. Your boy is a looker.”

“He is.” I smile. “And he’s loyal. He’s not like other guys his age. He’s not going to go after a girl because she’s hot and willing. We’ve dated since college, I knew exactly what I was signing up for.”

“Even then you knew he was going to be this superstar?”

“Even then.” I nod my head. “You don’t know Patrick like I do. Now can you please let me get back to work? I’ve got a boy and two dogs waiting for me at home.” She nods her head and quickly leaves my office, probably since how pissed I was getting about her and her comments about my relationship.

Just as I’m about to clock out for the day, my phone vibrates on my desk. I look at the phone and see a notification from Jackson, Patrick’s brother. I open the text and see a picture of Patrick with our dogs, Steel and Silver. Steel is sitting behind Patrick while Silver is practically laying directly on top of her dad. I can’t help the chuckle that escapes my lips. I needed this picture, I’m sure Jackson sensed that too.

‘Thanx Jackson. Be home soon.’ I quickly type before logging out of work and off my computer. I gather my purse and car keys in record time before I find myself making a beeline to my car. I completely ignore everyone as I do so. It’s Friday night, I’m done with work. Their problems can wait til Monday and I don’t care to hear about their plans. I just want my boy and our dogs.

I walk through the door and I’m instantly greeted by the Cane Corso and Pit Bull. In the living room I hear the yells of Patrick and Jackson; they must be playing Madden. I roll my eyes before kneeling before the dogs.

“What am I going to do with your Daddy, huh?” I ask the dogs. But instead of a real answer, I’m just attacked by kisses from the two of them. “He needs a vacation from football.” I kick off my heels before padding into the living room to find out I was right. They’re playing Madden.

“Hey that’s cheating!” I exclaim, announcing my presence. “Patrick why the fuck are you playing with yourself?” He rolls his eyes at my playful and immature joke before throwing a pillow in my direction. “INTERCEPTION!” I yelll when I catch it. This caues Patrick and Jackson to laugh. I toss the pillow back on the couch before walking up and planting a kiss on Patrick earning a groan from the QB.

“You’re blocking my game.” Patrick mutters against my lips before he steals another kiss.

“You don’t seem to mind too much, huh babe?” I pull away with a smirk on my lips. “So who’s winning?” I ask the boys as I sit on the couch, curling up against Patrick. Jackson has a big smile on my lips as Patrick begrudgingly points to his little brother. “How is an NFL Quarterback losing to his baby brother?” I question Patrick, laughing my ass off.

“Do you want to play?” He questions, handing over the controller. “It’s not as easy as it looks.”

“What do I get if I beat your brother?” I ask him, taking the controller from his hands.

“My respect?” He laughs, earning a playful glare from me. “And unlimited back rubs for the next week.”

I bite my lip, as I pretend to think about the offer before a smile dances across my lips. “You’re on. Come on Jackson, give me all you got!”

Dating Patrick Lavon Mahomes II is difficult but moments like these make me remember why I said yes to a superstar in the making. He’ll always be this down to earth guy that puts time with loved ones above everything else. He may have a Super Bowl ring but he’s still just Patrick to me.

#Patrick Mahomes #Patrick Mahomes x reader #Patrick mahomes imagine #Patrick Mahomes fanfiction #nfl #nfl imagines #nfl fanfiction

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sneak peek

guess what, I’m giving everyone a sneak peek at the next chapter of A Pirate Wife for me because I just got a whole bunch of dopamine from this and I’m kind a happy I’m finally able to make some kind of progress on some writing project again

“You damned lucky bastard” Those were the first words that Corso heard as he approached the building selected for the wedding. There’d been some arguments about traditions, but eventually it was decided it was easier to have it on the ground then fly everyone out to the ships. Most of his family would be coming along later, but he was supposed to meet his father and brother here early to get ready. It seemed most of the pirates had decided to arrive early as well. The one who’d yelled at him was a rather cheerful tall well-muscled Twi’lek, but the way he moved told Corso that those muscles were more for show then for actual use. He stood with a group of about 5 other men about his same age, while clearly in their best, they were still grungy ship rats and most were scowling at Corso. He’d been careful not to cause more trouble with them the days before. They had enough trouble with one enemy, they couldn’t afford two. The grinning Twi’lek walked up to Corso as he approached the entrance to the warehouse and leaned on the side of the door frame. “That Tama is the one of the best lays I’ve ever had, that any of us have had. Do you know how much we would kill to be in your position?”

“I have killed to be in his position, didn’t get me anywhere” That comment came from one of scowling men. A human man maybe a year or two older then Corso, wiry and angry. As Corso turned his head, his scowl turned to a smirk and he walked a few steps closer, his voice changing to the stupid bragging tone that Corso had always hated. “Well that’s not entirely true, it got me one night,” Corso narrowed his eyes slightly. He may not know which of the women in the photograph he’d spent 3 days staring at he was supposed to marry, but whichever one she was, she didn’t deserve to be spoken ill off on her wedding day. “Let me tell you, that girl is one hell of a firecracker, she does this thing with her tongue”

He’d heard enough. He’d never enjoyed that kind of talk from any of the local guys and the pirates were no different. He took a step forward himself, shoulders tensing and his fist clenched. “That’s enough. Don’t speak about her that way, have some respect”

The pirate’s smirk dropped back into a scowl and the other 4 stood and started moving closer. Corso tensed, six on one with no weapons. Not good odds. He may have spent his time in the Peace Brigade, but that didn’t mean he was prepared for this fight, pirates fought dirty and in numbers. “Listen here, you nerfherding bansha shit. Just because you’re getting yourself an in with the Commadore by fucking her daughter, doesn’t mean…”

“Arrrraarragh” One of the men in the group rolled his eyes at the Wookiee’s statement. The rest just seemed bored. Corso himself was confused. Was he going to need to learn this language. He already had too many things on his mind to handle additional languages. The hands on his shoulders started to turn him towards the door. That was just one insult too many. He pulled away from both of them. “I don’t need someone to fight my battles for me. I can handle myself. And you” He looked over at the human who’d spoken to him earlier. “Speak of my future wife with a bit more respect or I’ll teach you some respect myself.” He didn’t wait around to deal with the idiots. He walked into the warehouse and went to find what family he could.

#my writing #corso riggs #tama riczu #arranged marriage au

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SHE

Chapter 2 - Who

Juliet's morning started early. Despite the time difference in Rome, she had a hard time sleeping in. At 6:30 her eyes were open and her brain was fast at work, already thinking of all the things she needed to check off her to-do list.

She was staying at the Aleph Rome Hotel. It was such a gorgeous place. She had been to Rome several times before and loved it more and more each time. It certainly had its charm about it.

By 7, she decided to stop scrolling through Pinterest and order coffee and some breakfast. She called down to the front desk. And within 5 minutes there was a knock on the door. She pulled the fluffy white robe tighter around her and went to the door. She pulled it open; a short middle-aged man was on the other side. He gave her a warm smile as he pushed the cart into her room.

"Buongiorno signora." Juliet's Italian wasn't the best. She could piece words together, but to speak and understand it fluently was lost on her.

Juliet returned the smile. "Buongiorno. Grazie." He gave her a curt nod and turned around, leaving the room. She picked up her coffee cup and the plate with her croissant and walked out to the terrace. One thing that Juliet had loved ever since she was a little girl was traveling. Whether it was a trip to the Hamptons for the weekend or a 3-week European vacation. She loved packing her things in a suitcase and exploring different places. Places that were different than New York City. And as she had gotten older, the thrill of traveling alone had become something that she loved more than almost anything in the world. The freedom of being by yourself and getting to see the world the way you wanted to was beautiful to Juliet.

She sat down with her coffee and her mind wandered to the reason she was in Rome in the first place. It had been a bit of a surprise to her when Alessandro Michele had reached out to her not long after the Met Gala. He had told her that he was disappointed that the two of them didn't get to talk in person, but he wanted her to do a feature on her website for the upcoming Gucci Cruise show which was being held in Rome at Capitoline Museums. She had eagerly accepted his offer and now here she was. Spending three days in Rome before heading back home for meetings.

She sat her coffee down on the table and went back into her room to get her computer. She decided that she would work for a little bit, then she'd do a bit of shopping in the area before going to the show later.

She had meet with two investors last week about launching her own collection. She wanted to create a capsule wardrobe of sorts, timeless pieces; the kind of pieces that could be worn around the world. The investors had been interested. Once she was back in NYC they would be meeting with her again.

After sending more than 20 emails, finishing up an article on some of her favorite looks from Paris Fashion Week, and ordering a new dress from Net-A-Porter, she went in to change her clothes. She threw on a white bodysuit, a patterned midi skirt, and white sneakers. She threw her hair into a low bun, making a mental note that she had to be back at the hotel soon because it desperately needed a wash before the show.

As she was walking out the door she grabbed her bag and sunglasses. The outfit that she would wear to the show was hanging in the closet. The garment bag was adorned with the word Gucci. Inside was a black velvet blouse and a pair of yellow wide-legged trousers. This outfit was out of her comfort zone but it intrigued her. She'd be wearing it with a pair of black Gucci heels.

Juliet ventured out onto Via di San Basilio and checked her phone. It was 9:45. She wandered off to her left. She took in the sights, the men and women bustling around her speaking to one another in Italian, the gray pavers that were placed haphazardly together to make a sidewalk, the bright hues of the buildings against the soft blue of the sky.

She passed cathedrals, little shops that barely seemed big enough to hold a few customers, and huge ornate water fountains.

Finally, she arrived on Via del Corso. She was going to a few shops and then she'd grab lunch and be on her way back to the hotel. Zara was the first store that Juliet went into.

She didn't spend much money or time in Zara. She picked up a pair of gold hoop earrings and a white silk cami. She wandered into a few locally owned stores. She admired getting to visit other countries and experiencing other cultures. There was truly nothing in the world like it.

As she started heading back in the direction of the hotel, she stopped in a small cafe for pizza. It was before noon and the cafe wasn't crowded at all. There was an elderly couple sitting by the door ogling at one another. And at the next table was a mother and her two toddlers. Juliet smiled at the patrons and ordered two slices of pizza.

She got back to the hotel at 12:30. And the show wasn't until 8. She knew she needed to be at the museum early. Alessandro had put her in contact with a wonderful lady name Nicolette. She had lined up someone to do Juliet's hair and makeup before the show.

Juliet fell down onto the soft bed once she was back in her hotel room. She took some time to scroll through her Instagram feed. She looked back at her pictures from the Met Gala. It had only been 2 weeks ago.

Then her thoughts went to Harry. Harry. The one that she hadn't seen or heard from since the after party. She had hoped that he would reach out. But, he hadn't. And as much as Juliet wanted to hear from him, she was scared to make the first move.

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At 4:15, there was a knock on Juliet's hotel door. She opened it. There was a man holding a large suitcase and a woman holding one just as big.

"Hello! I'm Gianni and this is Isabella. We're here for hair and makeup." He said politely. His English was good, but his accent was thick.

"Come in, it's nice to meet you two. I'm Juliet."

"Let's get to it, shall we!" Gianni exclaimed, digging into the suitcase he had brought and pulling out a hairdryer.

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Juliet took one last look in the mirror. She had ordered some food up to her room for an early dinner. Gianni had done her hair is loose waves and Isabella had done the makeup in a soft glam look. Juliet decided to wear the gold hoops that she had bought earlier. She was so pleased with the look. She took her phone out and snapped a mirror selfie. She quickly uploaded it to her Instagram.

She had ordered an Uber and when she emerged onto the street, the car was sitting there. The drive to the museum was only 15 minutes. Once she arrived she made her way inside the grade hallways. It was amazing to see the art around her and know that soon she would be experiencing a fashion show, which was her favorite art form.

She was sat beside two younger girls that looked to be about her age. They were deep in conversation in French.

Juliet looked up and admired the sculptures around her. She glanced down the hallway and could have sworn she saw Harry. Even though Juliet had only met him once, she could tell that Harry's presence was electric. He walked into a room and everyone knew it.

Eventually the seats filled up. And there was no sign of Harry. Her mind must have been playing tricks on her. She sighed, disappointed that he wasn't there.

At 8 pm the lights went out and the show began. It was incredible. Probably one of her favorites that she had attended in person. After the show, was the after party.

When Alessandro has talked with Juliet, he had personally invited her to the after party. He wanted to meet her in person. So, after the show was over Juliet made her way over to Palazzo Brancaccio.

She was swept up in a whirlwind once she entered the lounge. She talked with several people, drank champagne and danced a little. At some point she felt someone touch her shoulder.

"Juliet?" She turned around to see the kind face of Alessandro Michele.

"Alessandro, it's a pleasure. The show was wonderful. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time. I really can't wait to write about it." He beamed at her.

"Thanks, you are too kind. It's nice to finally meet you. I'm glad that you'll be doing a piece on it. Are you enjoying Rome?" She nodded.

"Yes! I love it here, unfortunately I'm flying back home tomorrow night. I've got a few business meetings in New York coming up."

"I know how you feel. Well, it was nice to meet you. Please, enjoy yourself and have a safe trip home. We'll talk soon." He hugged her quickly and was whisked away.

The lights went dim and there was a sound like someone talking in a microphone. Juliet wasn't standing far from the stage. She moved so she could see a bit better and she couldn't believe it. Harry was there, he was standing on stage. He was standing on stage with the one and only Stevie Nicks.

She stood there for a while with a goofy smile on her face. She was so happy to see him. As he was singing "Stop Dragging My Heart Around" with Stevie, his eyes met hers. His smile grew.

They sang for a little while longer and once their set was over, Juliet set out for the open bar.

"Jules, I didn't know you'd be 'ere." His voice sent electricity down her spine. She spun on her heels and came face to face with the man she had been thinking about for two weeks.

"I didn't know you'd be here either." She smiled at him.

"'M glad 'm here. Got to see you." His eyes were sparkling.

"You're quite the rockstar, Harry. On stage singing with Stevie Nicks." Juliet grinned and moved closer to him.

"Don't tell me that, 's bad for my ego and all." He gave her a devilish grin in returned. She chuckled.

"Can I tell you something Harry?"

"Anything ya want,"

"I haven't stopped thinking about you since the Met Gala." He looked up at her with a smile.

"Funny, I was hoping I'd 'ave the chance to see ya again. To talk to ya, look at ya. Do ya wanna get out of 'ere? We can go anywhere ya want."

Juliet felt a jolt of excitement. She looked him over, his brown curly hair, his green eyes hiding behind a pair of oversized pink sunglasses, his cream colored suit, it contrasted beautifully with his tan skin. He looked so good. But best of all, he seemed at ease and happy.

"You know what, I would love that."

"Come on then, love." He grabbed her hand and pulled her through the crowd of people.

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