A/N: "All The Stars Are For Us" is a fanfiction based on my Ultimate OTP Couple: Wolf X Rosalina. There are many reasons as to why this couple is my favorite. First off, this pairing is probably the rarest couple I have ever encountered and very few people have acknowledged or considered it. Second, both of them have tragic backstories (it could be true but that's for another day). Thirdly, it's highly noted that both characters are portrayed as cold or standoffish towards. Lastly, they both appear to be somewhat lonely or isolationist, in a sense of living a life without someone to spend the rest of their lives. That is why this is my OTP. I mean, there are probably more reasons
Disclaimer within the author's note. Read carefully. Skip this at your own expense(though it's probably next to impossible).
Rosalina is this heavenly and kind-hearted princess who watches over the universe and is the mother of the Lumas, bearing the responsibility of a protective figure. Overall, she has a deeper background, unlike most Mario characters. She used to be quite emotionless and mysterious and powerful, but throughout her later appearances up to now, she becomes too easy going and friendly, essentially becoming a copy off of Princess Peach (but that's imo). Her old personality was intentionally changed to fit with the rest of the Mario characters; in simple terms, Nintendo made her into someone she's not. Now I'm not trying to hate, but why wasn't she allowed to have her mysterious and calm personality instead of ending up like another Peach (not to say Peach isn't bad or anything, but one too many of Peach is pretty boring imo and there's no diversity of personality).
And another thing, and let's be real, Rosalina is often treated as an object for perverted purposes by her obsessed and crazy fans (might as well not discuss this any further; you all probably have heard the same thing where people complain about women in video games are portrayed as objects of sexual desire; also when female characters are sometimes overly sexualized). No, she isn't a living embodiment for NSFW behavior. She is merely a fictional character and only exists in that sense. Drawings where she has her tits increased to an abnormal size or where she's drawn in another inappropriate manner, it's both abysmal and repulsive (y'all know what I'm talking about so I won't explain much). Rosalina is also overrated and often gets a lot of the attention from her obsessed fans and obsessed haters, a mix of positive and negative. And I'm not gonna start with the number of ships she's in with other OCs and self-inserts and what not (seriously, I think that shit is stupid). Some people won't let go of their obsession with Rosalina.
Wolf of Star Wolf is the space pirate and mercenary leader who kills people for money and strives for popularity and recognition for him and his team of misfits. He was once an enemy and rival of Star Fox, but has since become an anti-hero and savior of the galaxy. Honestly, he had major character development, but I wish Nintendo made a Star Wolf game instead of repeating the same ideas and concepts of their franchises (for example, the Mario franchise always follows the same plotline, despite changing the style and mechanics). Wolf needs that spotlight because he doesn't have an actual background. He's just there as a rival and enemy. Nothing more.
Unlike Rosalina, Wolf is underrated (well, not really tbh) but also becomes subject to similar kinky treatment (furry-wise and that NSFW furry shit). I'm kind of into furries (I'm lying). If you probably don't know what I'm talking, be blessed that you don't (you probably do but I'm not talking about it and I won't mention it for the sake of not making anyone lose brain cells).
Anyways, getting that mess out into writing (I probably lost half of my audience for writing this), this OTP FanFiction will go on for as long as it takes. So let's get into this. It includes romance, sadness, action, violence, war, sexual themes, politics, drug use, tragedy, mental health, and death.
Both main protagonists belong to Nintendo. All rights remained and every respective character is owned by the rightful individuals.
All The Stars Are For Us
Chapter 1
Planet Bahamut
Phaze System
"The time has arrived. Our people. Our home. It is just as you foresaw it, my Lord."
"They are notorious and feared throughout countless galaxies. They are not to be trifled with."
"My liege, what are we to do?"
"Prepare my ship. We are leaving this planet to its end", the Bahamut King demanded to his fearful subordinates. His venomous tongue and scales sharpened as he hissed.
***ANNOUNCEMENT TO ALL CITIZENS OF PLANET BAHAMUT: You are advised to evacuate your homes and flee to find shelter to avoid the ongoing conflict between our military forces and the Golden Corsairs, an intergalactic terrorist organization! The threat level is critical!***
"Though it pains me to see our beloved world crumble to the hands of these criminals, our main priority is to flee while we can and fight another day", the Bahamut King reasoned with his followers. He ordered a party of his followers to take him to the transport ship and guard him as a last defense should they get attacked.
Meanwhile, the planet was up in flames. The skies were a mix of dark and scarlet. The buildings reduced to rocks. The ground appeared like red ash. And hundreds of gold and silver metallic-plated jets patrolled about, causing mass destruction worldwide. The Golden Corsairs: a private military group that operates and conduct missions under the orders of their clients.
"Tearing up this planet was too easy for us", said one Corsair over the comm.
"Easier said than done. Sure we had to kill some innocent folks and loot their banks, but it's all said and done", another Corsair stated.
"Did you hear? This planet's practically loaded with billions of dollars in wealth. Space pirates are on here as well, probably to take advantage of the situation and take some of the leftovers", one Corsair informed.
"Oi, I don't take too kindly to these grave robbers mucking about", a Corsair with an accented voice added.
"If any of y'all see pirates causing trouble for us, shoot em' down", a leading Corsair ordered. "We ain't got time to waste, ya hear?"
"Hahahahaha! Yet another successful score!", a scaly, green anthro chameleon proclaimed devilishly.
"Yes, indeed. It's a shame we had to blend in with the rest of the pirates in the middle of a war to do so", an anthro black panther nodded in agreement.
"Hey, boss! What do you think we should do with the all the money we collected?", the chameleon told his leader.
"Ah, yes. What you do you think, Wolf? I plan on using it for another date. Women these days can't seem to get enough of the beauty that is Panther Caroso", Panther also inquired.
"Seriously?! What is it with you and picking up women, Panther? You'll go broke and you should know the Great Leon doesn't share his split of the bread, so don't ask me for extra cash. But, boss. What do you think?", said Leon Powalski.
"Tell us, boss", said Panther.
"I'm thinking about bashing you retards with my Wolfen if you don't shut up", the grey-furred anthro wolf leader stated bitterly. Wolf O'Donnell, the wolf mercenary/space pirate lord of the Lylat System and the leader of Star Wolf. "We've cleaned up here. Panther! Leon! Let's go!", Wolf ordered to his teammates.
"Oi, stop right there!", one of the Corsair ships addressed to the mercenary pirate team. "State your business. You lot seem to be lost."
"We were just leaving. You didn't see a thing, so I suggest you move aside before I show you my friendlier side", Leon threatened viciously.
"Oi, this must be Star Wolf we're dealing with innit? Imagine my shock that these boys would be around these dodgy parts", another Corsair ship arrived. Soon, a group of them flew towards Star Wolf to confront them.
"Sir, I think we're surrounded", Panther stated the obvious.
"I can see that, Panther", Wolf bitterly stated in a sarcastic tone.
"Well, well. If it ain't Star Wolf himself. I see you took advantage of this here plainfield, but I'll be the first to kindly tell you...that y'all a-goin' ta die here", the leading Corsair stated.
"How about you kindly fuck off? Our business here is done", responded Wolf in a rude tone.
The Golden Corsairs began to intercept the Wolfens. "I'm afraid that ain't an option. Men, open fire", the leading Corsair ordered open attack on Team Star Wolf.
"Executive all-range mode… Don't hold back", Wolf grunted, executing for Star Wolf to start the hunting.
In at least ten seconds, Leon caused a small fruition of Golden Corsair ships to crash. "Heheh, fight me and you bleed slowly painfully!", the chameleon glared.
"Honestly, daring to challenge Panther Caroso is a death sentence", Panther took out at least a dozen of them or more in about thirty seconds into the fight.
"Get lost", Wolf muttered, destroying a small fleet of Golden Corsairs in a matter of seconds. "You thought you could stop us? Don't make me laugh."
"Alright. You up and done did it now, mutt! I'm about to show you what it means to mess with the great Scott Wilkes the best sharpshooter there is", the leading Corsair charged right for Wolf.
Giving off chase, Wolf smirked underneath. Doing a quick U-turn maneuver, Wolf instantly shoot down the last Corsair with a clean shot through the cockpit, sending it crashing to the ground.
"Whoa!...Brutal!", Leon commented.
"Unreal...", Panther added.
"Finally! Now we can leave", Wolf stated.
"Heads up, boss. I spotted a nearby merchant ship. It just came up on the radar", Panther reported.
"A merchant ship! What do you say, Wolf? Should we grab ourselves a bonus?", Leon wanted to attack the ship.
"...Shoot it down", Wolf instructed.
Without hesitation, Leon and Panther shot at the ship, causing it to terribly crash land into the ground. The Wolfens closed in to collect their rewards. The merchant ship caught was severely ruined once it crashed. Only one survivor managed to crawl out as the entire crew apparently died in the crash. A grey-scaled, lizard-like alien emerged. Wolf landed first and confronted the nearly dead person.
"Gahhh… dammit! Killed by fucking pirates!", the Bahamut King, bleeding out.
"Well, imagine my shock. The king fleeing the scene as his kingdom falls", Wolf pulls out a gun.
"This will be your undoing, you dirty fucking fleabag! You'll suffer tremendously for this act", the King spat blood.
"Oh, spare me your regal bullshit. No one's gonna care if you're dead, royal or not. Your planet's gonna be wiped out anyway", Wolf said right back. He pointed the gun right at the king's head. "Consider yourself lucky you got killed by me", Wolf's expression and sinister tone opened up as he shot the Bahamut King.
*bam*
Even Panther and Leon were taken back by Wolf's sudden smile. "Er, Wolf. You alright?", Leon asked.
"...I need a smoke", Wolf lit a cigarette. He tossed it aside next to the merchant ship as it went up in flames.
Star Wolf cleared out and left Planet Bahamut to rot and collapse entirely by the forces of the Golden Corsairs.
Sargasso Space Zone
Lylat System [Forbidden Region]
Star Wolf returned back to their base in Sargasso, the region where criminals and pirates hang around and the laws are mostly non-existent. The Wolfens parked in the landing zone. The three members of the mercenary group were met by loyal followers of the organization. They composed of thieves, gangsters, small-time mercenaries, assassins, and the general scum. Also the remnants of Andross's army only loyal to Star Wolf.
"Ay yo, boss. How much was the take?", Jackal Montez, a tan-furred anthro jackal, approached the Star Wolf team.
"Over $20 million", Wolf walked right past him.
"Really?! You're such a legend ese!", Jackal shouted out as the crowd cheered.
The entire Sargasso Space Zone transformed into a whole entire public hangout where people went to drink, party, gamble, go for sex, and commit the freedom of vice. Panther was pulled away by three feline anthro cougars for about the fourth time this week.
"Heh heh, classic Panther", Leon snickered.
Wolf walked off with crossed arms. "Hey, Wolf. You've been acting off lately. Something wrong?", Leon asked with some concern.
"Nothing...", Wolf responded, walking away as Leon paused.
Panther caught up with Leon. "Mnm. The ladies cannot seem to keep their hands off me", Panther wiped himself.
"Yeah, go figure. Hey, have you noticed how Wolf's been acting?", said Leon.
"I don't recall him taking an acting job", Panther replied.
"Idiot, that's not what I meant. Have you realized how differently he's been behaving?", Leon facepalmed.
"Hm, I do see that he acts more...sadistic. Kind of like you. As if he enjoys the work we all do. Remember when he bombed that hospital. Or when he shot that king in the face with", Panther recalled.
"Perhaps something is going through his mind. I say we intervene. We're as close as a family to him, so should make sure he's okay", Panther suggested more calmly and calculated.
"I guess you're right. One way or another, I have to make sure Wolf is alright. After all, I've looked out for him since he was eight", Leon agreed. He held a high regard for his childhood friend.
Leon and Panther walked into the lounge to see Wolf smoking. "Boss, we know something's up. You would never keep secrets from us, so spill it", Leon tried to be demanding while maintaining an understanding tone in an effort to not offend his leader.
"You've been lately acting different. Every time you kill someone, you crack a mean smile. Your oddly strange behavior is quite concerning. We're your friends. You can tell us and we promise you'll understand", Panther was more reasonable with his words.
"...So you two want to know why I'm acting this way?", Wolf turned around to face his teammates. They nodded and waited for their leader to speak.
"To be honest, I wish I knew why, but something feels empty. Ever since our bounties got removed and we were hailed as heroes for a while and then we somehow return to a life of crime, something has changed about me. Or rather something I didn't realize until now, but I don't know what it is. I just don't feel the same way", Wolf explained.
Leon realized what it was. "I see now. It's because all of the good we did in the past. But that's all behind us now. It's true we were heroes of the Lylat System when we helped stopped the Aparoid invasion and defeated the Anglar Empire, but that fame faded fast. It was better that way. I hated the fame and glory anyway; Besides...It's better to take than to give back."
"I think I understand, Wolf. We, too, can't remember the last time we did something good in return. But hey, that was all in the past. We've become richer than before, we have an empire running and people we control. If anything, our lives are better off without the recognition of the 'innocent'. Who cares about popularity?", said Leon.
"But weren't we trying to gain recognition in the first place and place ourselves on top as the galaxy's fiercest mercenary team that even surpasses Star Fox? Even so, I've still committed crimes and various hits to get by. I even worked for Andross. In the end, I survived and now I lead the life of a space pirate. I have everything a common criminal could ever dream to obtain: money, power, drugs, women—", Wolf's train of thought was cut off by Panther.
"You can always talk to us, not just as your teammates, but as friends", Panther nodded. "Hey, listen. How about we head downstairs and let's get you some drinks and find some lovely ladies?"
"Huh?", Wolf was in his own thoughts as Panther pushed him to go downstairs to go to the bar. He was still pondering.
Leon sighed and walked away in another direction as Wolf and Panther went to the nightclub built in the space zone. The bar was awfully full, but luckily only a few people were drunk and sober. Panther and Wolf sat down next and waited for the bartender.
"Two shots of whiskey on the rocks", Panther asked.
"Coming right up", Derrick McCarthy, an elderly grey-furred anthro mastiff, replied. He came back with the drinks. "Anything bothering you, lad? I see you don't want to partake in drinking. You've got Irish blood in ya, don't cha know?", McCarthy asked Wolf.
"Lay off, old man", Wolf placed his head on the table. Wolf still took the drink regardless.
"Ah, I see it. You haven't found yerself a lass to settle down with. Well, you won't find anyone here, to be fair with ya", said McCarthy, letting Wolf rest on the counter table.
"No, that's not it...", Wolf stated, resting his head on the counter and clawing at his glass drink.
"Hm, I see. Something else bothering ya? Well, I'll leave you to it", McCarthy tended to the other customers.
"Hey, I got to go. The ladies are calling me and I've got to answer", Panther was pulled by yet another group of feline anthro ladies.
Minutes later, someone else tapped on Wolf's shoulder. "Thought you could forget me, huh?", a light brown-furred anthro fennec approached the wolf mercenary.
"Fara Phoenix?", Wolf was extremely baffled, not expecting her to show up and how she even got here. He kept his voice down. "What the fuck are you doing here? You can't be in a place like this!"
"Then how about taking me away?", she said seductively. Wolf convinced himself to take her.
Minutes pass once more, Wolf and Fara were making out in an empty hallway as Wolf had her up against the wall and they were kissing heavily. Fara was grabbing his face, and he was grabbing her thighs and ass. Strange for Fara, she stopped knowing Wolf was different. "Did you miss me, babe?", she asked him softly.
"I've been busy, you know that. How's your old man? Does he know that you're gone and probably fucking with me again?", Wolf asked sarcastically.
"Not this time. I'm still treated like a spoiled rich politician's daughter. I remember those times my father almost caught us in the act", Fara smirked, but Wolf didn't.
"What's wrong? I came here to see you. Plus, I was bored", Fara stated, but Wolf looked away.
"Nothing's wrong!", Wolf stated angrily. "What the fuck am I even doing right now?!"
"I have everything. Sometimes...I feel like...something's missing...something's wrong with me", he turned away.
"You have me. C'mon, let's head to your room. For old time's sake", Fara tried to make him feel better.
As tempting as it was, Wolf declined to sleep with Fara this time. "You need to leave. It's not safe here. I could care less where you go. Just leave for your own sake", he told her in a half-sincere tone.
Sighing, Fara nodded. "Hmph. Well, if you say so. Take care, O'Donnell", the anthro fennec walked off quietly.
Wolf walked back to his large, dark room. The walls painted dark grey. There was only a queen-sized bed, closet, and a drawer. He didn't keep much. He fell on his bed and decided to take a short nap.
*CRASH* *BOOM* *CRASH*
A half hour passed before explosions went off. Wolf woke up immediately to the baring and roaring impact of the space zone being hit by an unknown force. People were screaming and running away. Some of them were getting on their ships and fleeing. Wolf's soldiers got on their ships and prepared to fight whoever fired. A stream of missiles and bombs went off, killing everyone who was in the blast radius. Wolf jumped below to the first floor where the bar was. Suddenly, another missile appeared.
*BOOM*
The resulting explosion greatly injured the anthro mercenary. His clothes were battered up. Blood was dripping from his forehead from debris grazing past him. His eyepatch scouter was cracked. Wolf immediately got back up, still able to move. A large sharp object was injected into his left stomach. He carefully removed it, but blood still leaked regardless.
"Tch", he grunted in severe pain.
He saw the body of Derrick McCarthy. "Old man! Are you still alive?!", Wolf approached the old mastiff.
"I'm afraid I'm not gonna make it. Save yourself, lad. It was…", McCarthy coughed up blood.
"...a pleasure working for you. I always thought of you as...as a son to me…", the old mastiff died from the sudden blood loss.
"...", Wolf mourned, but weirdly, he held no regard for the geezer. Because his anger rose up. Killing intent was all in his mind.
Pissed off, Wolf used his communicator to contact Panther and Leon.
"Panther! Leon! Where the blazes are you?! And who the fuck attacked us?!", Wolf yelled as his voice and mood transitioned to completely irate.
"Wolf, thank goodness! It was a complete nightmare. I got to my ship as fast I could to see who attacked us. There's hundreds of jets incoming. An entire military fleet just showed up out in the blue", Panther explained.
"WHAT?! A military fleet?! Where the fuck is Leon?!", Wolf brutally asked as he ran to his Wolfen.
"I'm alive, for the most part. It looks like the Golden Corsairs, but something's not right. It doesn't look like them. It's a whole army!", Leon noticed.
The ships appeared more vicious and advanced than just any normal private army. They were painted black, dark blue, and red. And each of them bore an insignia of a flag. It was navy blue, white, and gold with a scarlet red cross. Its coat of arms embezzled with a lion and a snake at the center of a mighty shield with a crown on top.
"Shit...I'm on my way", Wolf ran as fast as possible to the landing zone. He grabbed a long piece of cloth from someone's corpse and tied it around his waist to stop the bleeding from the wound.
Wolf instantly jumped aboard his starfighter Wolfen II Red Fang. He flew at high speeds, ready to intercept his enemies without coordination. He obliterated right through a small band of enemy jets in seconds. "If it's not the GCs, then who are these guys?", Wolf questioned as he continued to fire upon the opposing forces, but there were just too many.
Suddenly, an incoming communication line opened up. Wolf accepted, and through the line appeared an anthro brown bear in navy blue and red military uniform. "This is General Sidra Wilhelm, 9th Division Militant Commander of the Holy Imperial Empire of Britannia. We have orders to destroy and colonize this region of the Lylat System in the name of her Motherland", Sidra announced.
"You don't know who you're dealing with! I'm going to fucking murder the lot of you!", Wolf stated right back.
"We are very aware of who you are, Wolf O'Donnell. You have sealed your fate", a dark blue and red big starfighter jet emerged from the Britannian flagship.
"Heh, bring it on!", Wolf smirked widely. He went at full power and mercilessly destroyed the Britannian ships defending Sidra.
"Hmm", Sidra dodged and fired back at Wolf.
"The moment you decided to kill me was when you sealed your own fate hahahahaha", Wolf was losing composure. "Die!"
"This isn't looking good. He's taking down more of my men by the minute", Sidra said to himself.
"Die!", Wolf muttered.
"You're in my range, Sidra! No turning back now...", Wolf had Sidra by chase.
"Y'all mind if I crash the party?", another ship appeared and shot at the Wolfen. It was a Golden Corsair jet. "Sorry for not arriving any sooner, sir", Scott Wilkes returned.
"What?! I thought I killed you!", Wolf was surprised to see Wilkes still alive.
"Oh, you got me there, boy. I ain't been through nothin' like that, so I thought to myself: why not go for Round 2?", Scott stated.
"The Golden Corsairs requested that they send a Britannian military fleet to deal with the likes of you and your criminal organization. And that is why we are here", Sidra explained.
"Heh, so that's it, huh? Go ahead and try to kill me! I fucking dare you!", Wolf shouted, smiling egregiously.
"So be it. Witness the might of the Hadron Cannon", Sidra cut off communication as he raced back towards the flagship. "Make preparations for the Hadron Cannon. We will destroy that facility in one attack", the general ordered his men.
"You ain't seen nothing yet, boy", Scott fled as swarms of Britannian ships began firing altogether at Wolf's ship.
The Wolfen II Red Fang crashed in front of the Sargasso Space Zone through the glass from facing a lot of damage. Wolf fell off and landed against a wall. More pain began to throb as he struggled to get back up. "Fuck...this", Wolf's right arm was bleeding.
He immediately rushed to his room. For he knew he wouldn't return and would have to flee to save his life. He grabbed some of his belongings and weapons. Tying a piece of cloth around his arm wounds, Wolf dragged himself back to his Wolfen. Due to the impact of the crash, the Wolfen had difficulty moving. "C'mon!", Wolf couldn't get it to start up.
The communicator still functioned. "Boss, you there?! We managed to escape! They're about to fire an orbital cannon straight at the base. Get outta there!", Leon shouted.
"Wolf, we have to fight another time! Hurry! Go!", Panther shouted. The communication shut off afterward.
Despite the calls, Wolf was too focused on troubleshooting his Wolfen. The giant flagship transformed dramatically as a cannon appeared right at the center of the ship.
The Britannian Orbital Hadron Cannon was ready to fire. "In 5!...4!...3!...2!"
"FUCKING WORK! WORK! WORK!", Wolf blasted a wall with his ship to create an opening to get away. Once his ship started up, Wolf activated the maximum output of speed and escaped in a light second.
"FIRE!", with a blink of an eye, a red and white energy beam emerged from the ship and hit the Sargasso Space Zone with a direct hit. Instantly, the Wolfen flew out.
***!BLAST!***
The impact of the Hadron Cannon destroyed the entire facility and sent the Wolfen into deep space. "...", Wolf was critically damaged from that point, as well as the Wolfen itself.
The anthro floated endlessly in an unknown region of space. Clenching onto the last bit of sanity left, the anthro wolf mercenary calmed himself and thought about what he had just lost. His power. His wealth. His organization. His friends? As if he thought about the friends and the people closest to him. There was no one else he really considered close to. There was Panther and Leon and Fara and the old man. Then he thought about his family. His sister Lia. His mother. And even his own father.
"...", Wolf thought deeply about his life for the first time.
"What don't I have this time? Do I even have anything left? Or was there nothing there to begin with?", Wolf said to himself. And then it hit him. He had nothing all along. He was alone. He was in a cold, empty world. Unable to feel the warmth and comfort of happiness. Or the warmth of family or friends. He was a wolf, one of the most sociable creatures in existence, and yet, he felt very empty. Not afraid of death, but fearing of being the lone wolf. Not as the only alpha that works without the pack, but as just the lonely animal.
"Now I get it...I really am...", that phrase alone made him open his only good eye.
"...I really am...alone", Wolf told himself.
His violet purple red eye slowly began to shut off. Wolf began to reminisce about his family. His mother, whom he loved dearly until the fateful tragedy that struck. His older sister Lia, who protected him and treated him as a precious gift of joy. And there was his abusive father, who Wolf downright despised and swore to kill him if he ever saw him again. And lastly, his dearly beloved mother. The lone wolf mercenary felt the reality of dying without anyone caring.
"...all alone", Wolf shut his eye as so did his consciousness. "...Fuck this shit..."
A/N: Rest in pieces. Don't worry. He's not entirely dead. He's unconscious from losing a certain amount of blood, but thanks to the remaining support of the ship itself, Wolf is still able to live. Now to write Rosalina's intro in the next chapter of the story. Until then, peace.
Author's Edit: I made changes to the detailings of the scenes to make the story more fleshed out.