Tw Dumbification , Edging (??) , Corruption Kink Possibly , Little To No Editing

tw dumbification , edging (??) , corruption kink possibly , little to no editing

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ok but.. imagine roommate!armin sticking around you at all times. he just loves being in your presence!!!

roommate!armin who just has to have at least one hand on you whenever he's not studying or hanging with his football buddies from paradis uni,,,

roommate!armin who just doesn't shut up about his new pretty roommate, always talking about how he comforts you after you come home sobbing because you got a 79% on your latest calculus quiz..

roommate!armin who always loves how you get real comfortable with him, arms settling around his shoulders when he comes home from his lectures late, listening to you gush about how much you missed him.

roommate!armin who finds himself getting embarrassingly hard when you teasingly bend over in the kitchen to get something out of the cabinet,,

roommate!armin who makes the first move when you two are watching a movie on a quiet friday night, slowly sliding his hand up your thigh, skimming his fingers over the coincidentally wet spot in your underwear, you, on the other hand, spreading your legs so he gets the clue that his cute roommate wants him

roommate!armin who plays with your sweet spot through your underwear for just a little bit, lightly slapping the fabric strained upon your needy cunt whenever you try to thrust your hips up to meet his fingertips !

roommate!armin who turns over to you with a corruptly smile painting his face, realizing just how dumb he can get his sweet roommate

roommate!armin who, after your little touching sesh, suggests, "we should do movie nights more often.. just to wind down after classes and all, y'know ?"

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last updated 12/20/23

probably? id definitely moan hes so hot

me trying to get reqs in my inbox:

anyway blackout poetry not just as an art form, but as an act of violence against other works of art

taking a piece of text that someone probably put their heart and soul into creating and using it as your raw material, cutting out everything that you deem irrelevant to the point you want to make

i mean imagine cutting up a painting and using it to make a collage, or taking a marble sculpture and carving pieces out of it to make a different sculpture

just to be clear: i love blackout poetry, im not criticizing it here. i am just waxing poetic about it. i dont really know where im going with this i just have Thoughts about art being destructive

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p1nocchio.

partially inspired by m3gan.

lies of p. - au

pinocchio x fem.reader

tags for the story: @bunny-kio ; @revoirestbelle ; @theempressofdarkmagic

you had always cherished the life you lived with your dear mother, living a quiet and peaceful life while settled in the heart of your small town. your mother was everything to you, raising you as a single parent when your father was unable to fully commit to her as a husband and good father should.

yet you found yourself not caring nor minding his absence, for your mother was truly your entire universe. she cared for you and loved you so deeply that it was difficult to see anyone else in your own world. you were living in complete and utter bliss, so wrapped up in your own personal sandbox that you ignored the signs, unknown to the fact that your mother's days were numbered.

you would come to lose your mother during your seventeenth year.

she had come home from work, paler than usual as her skin felt clammy to the touch. before she had entered her home, she takes a few moments to catch her breath. a series of coughs wracks through her form, with tears dotting her vision as she felt the uncomfortable sensation of phlegm coming up towards her throat. letting out a series of coughs, she tilts her head to the side and gasps, coughing out the phlegm as her throat seems to burn in response.

as the sputum lands on the dirt path leading to her home, the older woman felt a sense of fear coursing through her veins at the sight of the blue-tinged mucus-

she was infected with the plague that was currently coursing through krat, reaching even the confines of her small town as she felt a tinge of fear course through her veins all while thinking of ways to protect her daughter. as if sensing that something wasn't right with her, the sight of you coming out of the cottage makes her gasp. she was about to tell you to go back inside, not wanting nor wishing for you to bear witness to her suffering when yet another series of coughs was felt coursing through her form.

"mother!" you cry out to her, hands already reaching out to her, supporting her close to your form as you carefully inch her closer inside your shared home. you take her towards her bed, trying to stop your tears from falling upon seeing just how weak your mother had become.

her breathing was labored, showing no signs of her once vibrant nature you had grown so used to. you never knew she had gotten so sick, filled with a guilt at being unable to care for her. perhaps if you had been more aware of the signs, then maybe you might have had the chance to save her somehow, to prevent the plague from spreading throughout her body as you could keep her by your side.

the following days were nothing short of pure agony for you; you cared for your mother to the best of your abilities and made her soups and stews to help with healing her. in hopes of giving her the strength to heal, you would often dip pieces of bread within your soups while feeding them to her. as if not wanting to worry you, she would always give you the widest smile she can manage, all while promising to you that she was feeling better and better with each passing day.

one late evening, as you were in the midst of caring for your mother, you had fallen asleep all while leaning against the tiny mattress. she moans, slowly forcing herself to sit up from bed all while staring down at your sleeping form. her coughs had become more prominent- more frequent as the unnatural pale blue hue seemed to spread across her skin. the plague was slowly taking over the entirety of her body-

her time was running out.

the woman had no one to turn to, no parents to speak of nor a partner to share her burdens with. just thinking of leaving her one and only daughter utterly alone breaks at her very heart. using every ounce of strength that she had, the woman forces herself out of bed, wrapping her arms around her frail frame as she struggled to reach the mahogany desk settled against the wall of her bedroom.

she had no parents that could possibly help her in such a dire situation, but she did have someone, a teacher whom she had always looked up to, admiring his inventions when she was younger as he gifted her something precious, keeping his promise to always help her whenever she needed him.

with a grunt, the woman settles herself against the mahogany desk, slumping back against the plush seat of her chair all while catching her breath. a series of coughs wracks through her once more, and she waits for it to subside before carefully reaching in to the confines of her drawers.

her hands were trembling, taking out a slender, mechanical bird from the confines of the mahogany desk. she settles the bird off to the side, hands shaky as she extracted the jar of ink, quill, and thick sheet of paper. it takes a herculean effort for her to write the words she desperately wanted to say against the ivory page, feeling her own tears slowly begin to fall, decorating the paper with minuscule droplets mimicking that of a gentle rain.

once she was through writing her letter, she carefully rolls it up and ties it with a ribbon before facing the mechanical bird. its beady eyes was gazing at her, and she opens its beak to safely keep the rolled up letter within the confines of its beak. holding the bird gingerly against her chest, she stands from her seat against the desk and makes her way towards the closest window. her eyes drink in the gentle scenery of the night, admiring the way the stars continued to shine and blink from above as yet another tear fell from her eyes.

she opens the window, pressing down against a button felt behind the bird's back as it automatically spread its wings. as it prepared to take flight, this was all she could manage to whisper-

"please, find geppetto."

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thousands of miles away from the small village, living in the heart of krat was a master inventor by the name of mr. geppetto. he lived comfortably while settled in his grand mansion. thanks to his various inventions and their wide use among the city, he was wealthy beyond compare and was able to not only live comfortably, but to use his wealth to develop even more realistic and helpful tools-

but perhaps what would come to be his greatest invention was that of the mechanoids. several of his models were seen being used throughout krat, with a few companies managing to imitate his original formula as the master inventor found himself at his wits ends.

currently, he was in the midst of trying to develop the perfect mechanoid, one that appeared so perfect, so human that they could pass off as being real. so he sits within his study, his hands dirtied from how much the charcoal stains at his hands as he kept sketching, wanting to create the perfect puppet that reflected his mere visage.

yes, the puppet would have rich locks of dark brown hair and startling true blue eyes, mimicking the bright hues of ergo itself with freckles and soft, full lips. truly, his sketch was coming together quite nicely as he completes the design with krat academy's uniform. just as he was adding the finishing touches to his perfect sketch, geppetto became aware of a strange tap tap tap heard against one of his windows.

the old man sits sideways against the wooden chair settled next to his desk, running a hand across his snow white strands of hair while looking curiously out into the hallways of his manor. the tapping sounds continue, further urging him to figure out just what it was that was making such a racket whilst he was busy with his invention.

coming face to face to the window that the sound was coming from, geppetto felt his heart begin to ache at the sight of the familiar mechanical bird. the sudden smiling face of his young apprentice appears within the depths of his mind, feeling almost nostalgic when he lets out a whisper of her name.

upon realizing the bird had a rolled up letter attached to its beak, he quickly opens the window, allowing his earliest inventions to enter his home safely. the metal claws of its talons were settled on the palm of his hand as he takes the letter from its beak. carefully, he unfurls the letter all while adjusting is round glasses, doing his best to decipher the hurried scrawl:

to the man i have always looked up to-

i am in desperate need of your help. for i have become ill with the same plague that seems to be prominent within this cursed world. i was foolish to believe that such a rare disease would never befall against me, but it seems as though i am wrong.

do you remember the year i told you i had to leave, unable to continue my apprenticeship with you despite my being only 18 years old?

well, there was a reason for that. during that time, i have been carrying my child- my daughter. she is everything to me, becoming such a beacon of light during those times where i yearned for her father to comfort me. i thank the gods that she seems immune to this abhorrent disease, for my illness has not touched nor tainted her form in the slightest.

i cannot leave her alone in this world, and i know that this is selfish of me to request, but please, i beg of you-

please take care of her for me, she needs you- I NEED YOU.

attached is my address; i live in a quaint town settled just outside the outskirts of your city. it may be a long journey for you to reach us, but please, i beg of you, master, to help protect and raise my daughter, to not leave her alone in this dark world when my time has come and i will be sent to heaven. with love...

geppetto could feel his knees give way to the weight of the news he had bore witness to. his wrinkled hands were shaking, tracing at the letter as his mind begin to fill with memories pertaining to the young woman he had viewed so much as his daughter.

his pale blue eyes kept reading the letter over and over again, not stopping until he was certain he had burned the words that made up her home address within the confines of his mind, rolling up the letter while holding on to the mechanical bird gently, already making plans to visit the daughter of his long cherished mentee.

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you had lost your mother just a few weeks later, the sounds of your mother's wheezing coughs and hoarse voice during her final moments were fresh on your mind.

in her crazed haze, with her death felt looming over her like a dark shadow, your mother takes a hold of your form. her hands remained tightly wound against your trembling shoulders as her eyes seemed to shine with perfect clarity for the briefest of moments while calling out your name. "listen to me carefully, even if i am not physically close to you, i will always remain by your side, my darling girl. so long as you think of me and keep me deep within the depths of your heart and soul, i will never, never ever be away from you."

her clammy hands were felt shakily framing at her face, "but do not fear, for i have called out to someone i trust with my life. i already alerted him of the dire situation your mother has found herself in, and he should arrive any day now. when he is here, please, go with him, live with him within the heart of krat and have a good life without me in it."

"m-mother please, i'm so scared, please don't l-leave me!" you sob, burying your face within her chest as the sobs began to wrack through the entirety of your form. she lets out a gentle coo of your name, coughing quietly here and there while drawing comforting circles behind your back.

"sssh, it's okay my love. just be brave, just be brave for your mother, alright?"

as if unable to hold on for any longer, you watch as your mother slumps back in bed, allowing the exhaustion to take over her form as her breathing became labored. through it all, you never once left her side, allowing the tears to fall freely against your face as you remained close to her.

the moment she breathed her last breath, with you witnessing the way the light slowly faded from her very eyes, you became numb. your hands gently held on to your mother's lifeless hands, all while wishing over and over again that you could join her in the afterlife-

wanting nothing more than your heart to completely cease in its beats as you lay curled up against the wooden floor of your home.

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geppetto feels the carriage he had taken come to a complete stop, jolting his body forward as he lets out a quiet string of curses. he adjusts his bowler hat and hears the way his driver tells him that they have already arrived at their destination.

he trails his eyes forward, feeling a sense of dread coursing through him at the sight of the tiny home bathed in complete darkness. opening the door, his boots land against the dirt path, allowing his wrinkled hands to adjust at the scarf that was settled around his form. a slight breeze was felt coursing through him as he hears another set of footsteps follow him. "master geppetto, shall i accompany you?"

he looks back to see the tall young man with bright ginger locks of hair and gentle brown eyes. he had gotten off of his seat and had freed the horse's reins from his grip. the man was about to tell his driver to wait for him, but then decided against it. "alright lampwick, i'll allow you to accompany me just in case."

as they stood in the front of the quaint home, it seemed as though lampwick could feel the sense of foreboding and dread emanating from the unnaturally quiet home. "master-"

"i'll go in first." the older man gives the wooden door a series of knocks, waiting to see if anyone would answer him, already hoping to catch a glimpse of his mentee's daughter. yet the more he stood there, he was filled with a mounting concern over her wellbeing.

when he tests out the doorknob, geppetto was shocked to see that it was already unlocked, and he could hear the faint sounds of sobs, further beckoning him to open the door as he was suddenly face to face with a young woman curled up beside her mother's deathbed.

his heart aches at the sight, seeing the way your features perfectly mirror that of your mother's as the tears continued to stream down your face. lampwick seemed caught off guard by your features, remaining stilled on the spot as he took a brief moment to admire your face. but his reverie was quickly diminished when he sees the sight of a pale and unmoving woman settled within the tiny bed.

"lampwick, take her to the carriage this instance. i- i will give her mother a proper burial."

with a nod, lampwick steps forward, softly calling out to you, but you couldn't seem to respond. with a hopeless expression on his face, lampwick faces geppetto, yet he merely tells the young man to pick up your form if needed.

it was a bit of a struggle, your limp body acting very much like dead weight as lampwick carefully hoists you in his arms. despite his initial struggle, he was able to carry you successfully due to how thin you had gotten. perhaps you had stopped eating, not having much of an appetite the moment your mom had fallen ill and had left you so suddenly?

whatever the case was, lampwick follows geppetto's wishes and takes you out into the carriage, leaving the old man alone as he gazes down at his former student with a forlorn expression on his face. gently, he reaches out a wrinkled hand to her, brushing back at her cold, soft eyelids before telling her how sorry he was.

with a heavy heart, he wraps her in the blankets she had her final slumber in, the sheets acting like the skirts of a gossamer dress as he had plans to bury her within her backyard, praying that her suffering had truly ended as he made a silent oath to take care of you.

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you were still so numb, not even aware of how the young man with bright ginger locks of hair had placed you within the confines of the carriage. the leather seat felt against your back seemed to remind you of the ache you had forced it to go through from remaining on the cold, hardwood floors for so long.

you had no clue how much time had passed, only finally coming back to reality when the carriage suddenly surges forward. your eyes suddenly widen, finally catching sight of the old man that was settled in the seat directly in front of you.

his expensive suit was covered in bits of dirt as a melancholic expression paints his features. he adjusts his glasses and lets out a sigh, "you look just like your mother, and i can see why she cherishes you so dearly."

he clears his throat before finally introducing himself to you, "my name is geppetto, and your mother sent me a letter detailing of the tragedy that had befallen of her. in her desperation to protect you and your happiness, she has made me your guardian, and i will do anything to keep you safe and sound."

it was as though his kind words had managed to break through the numbing ice that had taken over your heart. you allow the tears to freely fall once more, giving the man- your now guardian, geppetto a tiny smile, thanking him for his kindness.

even if your mother was no longer with you, you had a feeling that someday, somehow, you would find and be at peace once more.

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three months later...

your life certainly had become far more luxurious ever since geppetto had taken you in. he was always so kind and patient with you, enrolling you in the most prestigious academy krat had to offer all while providing you with all the clothes you would need for your daily life and school life.

when living in geppetto's mansion, he has given you a bedroom that seemed bigger, and much grander than the size of your humble home. he decorates the walls of your room with a shelf that takes over one of the walls, filling them with books you could only ever dream of reading before. once every two or three weeks, you would meet with lampwick, geppetto's own personal delivery boy and driver for his horse-drawn carriage. the young man also brightened up your day with his silly antics and buck-tooth grin-

but nothing could quite fill the ache that seemed to grow from within the depths of your heart. you missed your mother so much, feeling as though a void was slowly growing with each passing day since her death.

you were still lost in thought when geppetto calls out to you, making you gasp when you finally meet his concerned gaze. "are you alright, my dear? you have hardly touched at your dinner."

you bite back your sigh, looking down at the porcelain plate filled with a healthy portion of your favorite pasta dish with a side of warm, toasted bread. "s-sorry, geppetto, i just have some things on my mind."

geppetto puts down his fork, folding his hands across the table while keeping his steady gaze on you. "are you alright? is it your classes? has the academy been giving you a difficult time?"

you shake your head upon his series of questions. "no, the academy is fine, and my classmates are lovely. it's just-" you were cut off when a sudden sob was felt being ripped from your throat, "i miss her, that's all."

geppetto watches as you take the cloth settled on your lap to wipe away your eyes with. "i'm sorry, sir, but i don't have much of an appetite. so m-may i be excused to my room?"

"but of course, you needn't ask for permission, my dear."

the old man could feel his heart break into two all over again, unable to stand the sight of your trembling form fighting back tears as you shakily made your way up the stairs. and as geppetto watches your retreating form, he could feel the surge of inspiration course through him.

his memories take him back to the fateful night he had received your mother's letter, while he was in the midst of sketching out the perfect puppet- the perfect companion, and perhaps the one thing you needed whilst you were so buried deeply within your grief.

with excitement coursing through his veins, geppetto pushes himself away from the dining table. he runs a hand across his snowy locks of hair, walking with a purpose and precision towards the basement, home to his many creations and inventions.

using only the richest and highest quality of wood, he carefully begins to carve out the features of his beloved son from memory. he continues gathering the materials he needed to bring the boy to life, hands reaching into the safe confines of his oak desk to pull out what appears to be a golden heart with several cogs seen in the midst of it with an unmoving clock settled above it. a single chain was seen trailing from beneath the mechanical heart, and geppetto knew that it was the key to bringing his son to life.

for truly, all he needed was the greatness of his mind and fingertips with just the tiniest bit of ergo to bring his precious creation to life.

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you hadn't the slightest clue as to why geppetto had decided to lock himself from within the confines of his basement for so long. each time you wished to check on him, or call him down to share a meal with you, he would not relent and would simply tell you to eat without him.

and this morning was no different. as usual, you were dressed in your academy's uniform, meeting lampwick at the front gates of the manor as you climb into the carriage. "hey wick?"

"yes madam?" his voice was dripping with amusement, further teasing you with the nickname as you rolled your eyes in response. "ah, i just wanted to know, is it normal for geppetto to lock himself in his basement for well- you know, days?"

it was then that you heard lampwick let out a low whistle, "that's quite a good thing, actually. it usually means that he is on the brink of completing his latest creation." the young man steadily pulls at the reins of the carriage, surging it forward as he made his way towards krat academy. "you let me know when that old man completes his creation, for i'm sure it's bound to be amazing."

you simply hum in response, eyes looking out the window of your carriage while allowing the scenery to pass by. oh well, if wick was telling you it was a good thing that you hadn't seen or heard from your guardian in a while, then you suppose you could do little than to just accept that little fact.

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you were sleeping soundly and quite deeply that night when you were suddenly roused from your slumber. you could feel a hand slowly shaking at your shoulders as a soft voice calls out your name.

"wake up, my dear, wake up."

your vision was hazy, finally waking up to see geppetto smiling down at you. there seemed to be an excitement seen swimming from against his pale blue eyes, brimming with an eagerness you had never seen before.

"geppetto, what is it?" your voice was hoarse, making you sit up in bed as you wiped the sleep away from your eyes. you trail your eyes over the grandfather clock that was settled near the corner of your room only to sigh upon seeing how late it was. "it's quite late isn't it? and i still have classes to attend to-"

geppetto was then heard letting out a huff in response. "then so be it, you may take a some time off school, for this gift i have spent countless days working on for you is well worth it."

the thought of being able to skip your classes fills you with a newfound enthusiasm for whatever surprise he had planned for you. with you tossing back the blankets of your bed, you felt the soft cotton fabric of your nightgown flow with your movements. your bare feet meets with the plush softness of the carpets with geppetto keeping a hand behind your back.

carefully, he leads you down the many steps that lead down to his basement, practically humming with excitement as well. once you were in front of the door that leads to his workshop, geppetto faces you all while pressing a finger to his lips. "my dear, i wish for your anticipation to simply grow as i show you your gift. so if you may please close your eyes for me."

you give him an eager nod, clenching your eyes shut while hearing geppetto open the door to his workshop. "alright, careful now. all you need to do is trust me as i lead you inside.

you could feel your heart pounding with anticipation, taking one step forward as geppetto slowly lead you to his gift. only when you felt the old man place his arms against your shoulders, making you fully stop in response were you finally allowed to open your eyes.

you blink away the slight blurriness that takes over your vision, only to gasp upon seeing the magnificent sight before you. settled just a few inches away from you, in a seated position, was what appeared to be a sleeping young man. he appeared very much like a prince, with rich locks of chestnut hair and full lips painted in a rosy hue. freckles were seen scattered all across his pale skin as he was dressed in your academy's uniform.

you were speechless, never before having the pleasure of basking in such beauty before in your life. as if unable to help yourself, your hands reach out to brush against his hair, gasping just the tiniest bit upon feeling how cold his skin felt against your skin.

"do you like him?"

"oh geppetto, he's magnificent." you were entranced by the mechanoid your guardian had made, unable to look away from him. you heard geppetto let out a rich chuckle before carefully taking a hold of your hand. "here, go on and put your hand in his, and you'll awaken pinocchio."

"pinocchio is his name?"

geppetto hums in confirmation, "indeed, now go on, wake him up with your touch, my dear."

your heart was felt pounding against your throat, racing so quickly that you could feel its palpitations coursing through your veins. following his directions, you place your hand on top of pinocchio's, feeling him glow a gentle, blue hue as his pale hands gently caress at yours. wanting to see what color his eyes were, you meet his gaze, feeling all the more eager as his pale eyelids open, revealing to you eyes the color of sapphires.

pinocchio blinks several times, trailing his curious eyes all across the workshop before finally meeting your gaze. the newborn mechanoid seemed frozen as well, taking in the mere sight of you before smiling at you. "hello, my fair lady."

he looks down to see the way he still held your hands in his. a gentle smile paints at his rosy lips, his curiosity seeming to grow when he touches at your soft hands. he closes his eyes before lifting your hands toward his lips, allowing them to briefly touch as you could feel your face turning warm in response.

"what is...your name?" his deep voice was heard asking you, and you were becoming so enchanted with this amazing puppet that you found yourself relinquishing the syllables that made up your own name with ease.

pinocchio repeats your name several times, smiling while standing up to his full height. you could fee your heart soaring at the mere sight of him, admiring the way he stood so tall all while framing at your own face with his own two hands.

as you basked in pinocchio's mere presence, geppetto simply stands off to the side with his arms crossed, eyes gleaming with absolute happiness and pride at what he was able to create.

for he was certain that his son would be able to bring you the light and happiness you craved for.

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a few days have passed since geppetto had revealed pinocchio to you, and you adored spending every waking minute with him. you allowed him to spend time with you from within the sanctuary of your room. more often than not, you would fill your days with reading stories with him, wanting nothing more than for his rich voice to narrate the various fairytales you adored.

as pinocchio read to you, you would cuddle closer to him and sometimes- though you often tried to convince yourself that it was simply your mind playing mere tricks on you- you could have sworn that your handsome puppet prince was smiling at you, watching you from the periphery of his gaze.

truly, being with pinocchio filled your days with so much joy, and you found yourself nearly sharing everything with him. once the week had finally passed was when geppetto had told you how important it was that you returned back to the academy.

you were all in the midst of enjoying breakfast, with pinocchio settled close to your side as his curious hands played with the various sterling silver utensils on the dining table. as geppetto worked on placing a spread of butter against his bread, he was heard speaking to you in a bit of a solemn tone. "i contacted your teachers, and they graciously gave you the week off so that you may spend some time mourning for your mother. they were kind enough to understand your need to grieve, but you must return back at once."

you give geppetto a stiff nod, chewing down at your bottom lip when you were able to ask him in a bit of a meek voice, "i-is it okay if pinocchio accompanies me?"

pinocchio then drops the utensils in response to hearing your desire for him to join you, keeping his sapphire gaze on your form all while geppetto was gazing at the two of you with his eyebrows lifted in question. "i'm not quite sure if that's a good idea, for pinocchio has never been away from the mansion. what if he were to get lost?"

"i-i won't let that happen, geppetto! i promise, i'll keep him close to my side! i won't even let go of his hand! a-and he can sit next to me during classes."

geppetto sits back in his seat, wondering if he should just give in and allow you to take pinocchio with you. indeed, his son was truly doing wonders to your mental health and happiness. with a sigh, geppetto agrees to it, "but only for a little while, alright? keep him close to you, and pinocchio, always remember to stay by her side."

the puppet gives him an almost eager nod and tiny smile "i will, father." making geppetto narrow his gaze at the boy, somehow feeling as though he were displaying just the tiniest bit of human traits-

and he wondered why that was.

once you realized that geppetto was allowing pinocchio to join you, you scarf down the rest of your breakfast before grabbing your schoolbag. you smooth out your uniform and beckon pinocchio to follow you. yet before you left your home, you step closer to geppetto and smile down at him, embracing him while he was still settled against his chair, "thank you, so much."

filled with a warmth for you, geppetto returns your embrace before chuckling, wishing you a good day before promising to see you again once you returned home from school. with a beaming smile on your face, you call pinocchio to join you, running out of the manor as your companion remains close to your side.

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during your ride to the academy, lampwick couldn't help but let out an awed whistle each time his eyes would land on pinocchio's form. "dear gods, he looks so real- in fact, he's kind of pissing me off with how gorgeous he looks. the puppet's got a better mug than me."

"oh come off it wick! you have your own charming traits, too!" you comfort your best friend with a grin, further giggling even more when you saw the way he waved his hand at you in a bit of a dismissive manner, "yeah yeah, i get it."

in just a few minutes, lampwick arrives at the academy, and you eagerly step out of the carriage all while wrapping your arms around pinocchio. his true blue eyes filled with the same curiosity you had found yourself growing to accustomed to. as lampwick rides away while giving you a wave, you interlock your fingertips with pinocchio's, flashing him a gentle smile, "are you ready?"

he smiles down at you, brushing back at your strands before giving you a nod. filled with an eagerness to show pinocchio to your friends, you lead him towards the academy, climbing the steps toward the grand building before entering.

as you were in the midst of the school's main foyer, you were met with eugénie's gaze first. she was smiling at you, calling out your name before stopping completely upon seeing the gorgeous sight of pinocchio standing beside you.

her gasp was all that you could hear, and you felt almost envious upon witnessing the way her face seemed to light up in a deep blush. "goodness, he is so handsome. i-is he a new student here?"

you shake her head upon hearing her question, almost tightening your hold around pinocchio's arms as you kept him close to you. "n-no. geppetto made him as a gift for me-"

"no way! he's a puppet?!" ignoring your hold on pinocchio, eugénie takes a hold of pinocchio herself, making his large and lanky frame nearly fall against the fall when you hear him let out a gasp. "h-hey! be careful with him!"

but she ignores you, and you watch with absolute disdain when even more girls began to flock towards him, all of them displaying stars within their eyes as their giggles slowly increased in an almost unbearable crescendo within your ears.

your heart was aching, reaching out to pinocchio, only to have him look back at you with an almost hopeless expression on his face. but instead of pouting or crying like you wanted to, you simply gave him a tiny smile and a wave.

feeling somewhat defeated, you watch as your 'friends' hog pinocchio to themselves. throughout class, while you were left in your usual seat, the girls had already taken a hold of pinocchio, still giggling and completely enamored with him as you felt the pinpricks of envy course through your veins.

even when your teachers had told the girls to settle down, somewhat unaware of the arrival of the new 'student', they refused to pay such heeds to their warnings. as the day went on, you felt yourself becoming even lonelier than ever.

so when the school day had finally ended, you were so eager to return home with pinocchio-

only to feel your heart sink when your beloved puppet was nowhere in sight. you call out to him, practically running across the hallways of the academy, nearly losing your breath in response. but as your running legs takes you to one of the grand windows seen within the academy, you look down to catch sight of the garden, bearing witness to something that made your heart ache-

for settled below within the courtyard of your school was eugénie and pinocchio, as you saw the girl place what looked like a flower crown atop his hair. as if sensing your gaze, pinocchio looks up towards the window, seeing your tearful expression as you let out a sob.

unable to fight back the almost irrational feelings of jealousy you felt, you run off and make your way towards the comfort of the library, unsure of what you could do to get pinocchio back-

and as you walked even deeper into the room, you felt your legs give away as you end up landing against one of the plush settees settled across the grand library. despite how you were surrounded by the comforting scents of books, you couldn't stop your heart from aching for pinocchio.

truly, you only had him for a handful of days, but already he became such a vital part of your life. just being close to him made the pain of your mother go away, even if it was just for a moment. with him by your side, you felt hopeful, you felt as though the light were brimming from within the depths of your heart once more-

and truly, perhaps you were selfish, but you didn't want to share this beautiful emotion with anyone else, not even with eugénie. so you remained in that position against the velvet couch, allowing your tears to darken the plush seat when your ears detect the sound of footsteps approaching you.

you didn't know who it was, but you did your best to silence your tears, feeling a few hiccups escape from your lips. much to your dismay, the person seems to step closer to you, not stopping until they came down to your height. it was then that you heard a deep voice calling out your name, making you gasp when you finally faced him, seeing pinocchio looking at you with a soft expression on his face.

seeing the tears drop from your eyes was enough to make the puppet reach out to catch at those crystalline droplets, wiping them away when he asks, "what's wrong? what's making you so sad?"

you look away from him, feeling selfish and silly all over again, but truly, you couldn't lie to him. unable to face the hauntingly beautiful boy, you slowly admit to him, "i...i got jealous when eugénie and the others surrounded you. i was afraid and upset that they- that they would take you away from me."

you clench your eyes shut, not wanting to hear pinocchio potentially berating you for such silly and selfish thoughts. yet, he ends up surprising you by placing his hand against your cheek, gently framing at your face when he calls out your name once more.

"you need not fear about me being taken away from you, for i told them that you are the only one i wish to make happy."

you face him again, eyes wide when pinocchio smiles at you. he allows his slender fingertips to trace at your lips, sapphire eyes shining with such mirth and amusement that you could feel your very breath be taken away.

"i...i am quite fond of you, my darling." pinocchio's husky voice was all you could focus on as you could feel yourself inching closer to him. like a moth drawn to a flame, you allow your lips with his to meet with his in a sweet kiss. pinocchio's eyes were shut as well, keeping you close to him by placing a hand behind your head, melding your lips together in a perfect kiss that made your heart soar from within the confines of your chest.

and you wouldn't trade this moment for anything else in the world...

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geppetto was in the midst of his workshop, smoking a pipe as he allows the wisps of smoke to go up in the air. his eyes held a bit of a distant quality to them, deep in thought as he thought about the miracle that was his son.

despite how he was made to be a mere puppet to keep you happy, geppetto couldn't deny that perhaps there was a deeper magic seen with him after all. for it seemed as though the ergo that flows through him, providing his golden heart with the power it needed to function from deep within his chest made him real-

the man smiles at the thought, believing that perhaps pinocchio was far greater than any invention he had ever made.

so he decides with a newfound light within his heart that his son could not and would not be replicated-

for the boy was truly made for you and you alone.

a.n. - it has been far too long since i have written for this beloved puppet prince; i will fix any glaring errors that comes up later on, but for now please do enjoy this story 🥹

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.