#'wh-why aren't you biting it'

[storm-driver]

you think roxas chomps straight into ice cream bc he had no idea what to eat it when axel gave it to him the first time, but he was numb to how painful the cold was, so he's just gotten used to it and never eats it any other way.

[navybrat817]

Puppy Dog Eyes

Pairing: William Miller x Female Reader

Summary: Will feels betrayed by someone he thought was his ally.

Word Count: Over 1k

Warnings: Fluff, humor, established relationship, talk of threats and interrogation, slight feels (it's me, okay?), William Miller (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Inspired by this post @ghotifishreads tagged me in. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Will counted the seconds in his mind as he stared his adversary down. Someone he should've considered an ally. Maybe even a friend. But now? He didn't recognize the beast in front of him.

He was used to people playing dirty behind enemy lines, but this? Betrayal in familiar territory? The sting was like a bullet to the gut.

“Before you test my resolve, I want you to know that I have forty three confirmed kills.”

A huff was the only reply he got.

Crouching down so he was at eye level, he huffed, too. His enemy was much smaller in size, but looks could be deceiving. “Now, I’m not going to hurt you. It wouldn't do either of us any good,” he said, tapping a finger against his thigh. “I just want to know why.”

He didn't get an answer. Only a defiant stare. The silent treatment. That was fine. Nothing he hadn't faced before. He had ways to make enemies talk if it came to that. And the puppy dog eyes wouldn't garner sympathy from him.

Battle had hardened him too much for that.

Shut down. Control. Manipulate. That’s what he did with his human instincts until he completed his mission.

Will continued the staring contest until the smaller one whined. It wasn't an answer, but it was a start. “You made this personal, you know. And I’ll throw you out in the rain if you push your luck,” he threatened, tilting his head to maintain eye contact. “No. You don't get to look away. Not after what you did. After I took you into my home.”

And how did he repay him?

“Honey?”

Your voice pulled Will’s attention away from the task at hand. “Yeah, baby?”

You leaned against the doorway, a smile tugging at your kissable lips. “Are you interrogating Bandit?”

Bandit, the puppy Benny got weeks ago. The puppy you offered to watch since his brother was going out of town for a few days and he didn't want to board him. The same little rascal who chewed up a pair of tennis shoes. New tennis shoes.

And hadn't touched a single one of his chew toys.

Will nodded to his ruined shoes. “You saw what he did.”

“I did and I'm sorry,” you said, though you had no reason to apologize. It wasn't like you chewed them up. “He’s a puppy and they’re going to do those kinds of things from time to time. Is it really worthy of an interrogation?”

“Yes, it is.” Bandit swung his head toward you and whimpered. “No, don’t you-”

“Aww. Is the former Captain bothering you?” You walked over and scooped him into your arms. The light golden puppy snuggled close, but looked at Will like he was taunting him. You had a soft spot for dogs and Bandit sensed that. Used it to his advantage.

“Taking his side?”

“I’m always on your side, Will,” you said, softening his resolve. “Now, Bandit, you know you aren't supposed to do that. Play with your toys, not shoes. Okay?”

Bandit barked. He actually barked for you. How did you do that?

“And apologize to Will,” you urged.

He barked again.

“Good boy,” you smiled as Will stood up and crossed his arms. “And don't worry, we won't throw you out in the rain.”

“I still might just to teach him a lesson,” Will half teased. “Or I can just put him in his cage.”

Bandit whined and hid his face. “Don’t you dare. He’s a puppy, not a soldier. And you were happy with watching him until now. Besides, he said he was sorry,” you said, giving Will your own set of puppy dog eyes.

You had a point. Bandit was a pretty well-behaved puppy, all things considered. He didn't bite. Didn't make a mess when he ate. Went to the door when he had to go outside. And he seemed content to sleep in his dog bed and didn't demand to sleep with the two of you.

“Fine. No cage,” he relented.

“Thank you. And I’m sure Benny will buy you a new pair of shoes once he gets back,” you added.

“Maybe,” he said. He wouldn't hold his breath to get new shoes or money for the damage done. He may be Benny’s big brother, but Benny adored his puppy and would likely blame him for leaving them out in the first place. He had a routine though. He put his shoes in the same spot after he exercised.

To be fair, he should've been more careful. He would be in the future. If anything, he could try to see the positive side of things and use this as a learning experience. That's what you tried to do when you ran into unfortunate situations.

“Is it a bad time to suggest we get our own puppy?” You asked, smiling as you lifted Bandit up higher and put his cheek against yours. “Chewed up shoes and a scratched up couch aside, it might be nice.”

Dogs did make for great companions. He’d be lying if he said he hadn't pictured the two of you having a kid and a dog for them to grow up with. Someone who would be a friend to and watch over his child.

“What do you think?” You smiled when he stayed quiet for too long.

He softly smiled. Most people couldn't sway him to do anything, but you had a way about you. Maybe it was because he loved you. “I’ll think about it.”

You put Bandit down before you leaned in and brushed your lips against Will’s. “Thank you.”

He went in for another kiss, but stopped when the words fully registered. “Wait.” He narrowed his eyes. “Did you say scratched up couch?”

“...Did I say that? I don't recall.”

“I remember everything you’ve ever said to me,” he told you.

You put a hand over your heart. “That is so romantic.”

“And you said ‘chewed up shoes and a scratched up couch aside, it might be nice’, so what exactly did he do to our couch?”

Your eyes widened as you took a step back. “Run, Bandit!”

And he did.

I couldn't help myself. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[luvyeni]

HEYYYY It's the anon that requested the cheating ex with bsf Felix. I wanted to thank you for taking my request and I was beyond blown away by your writing. I was wondering if I could request a prt 2. where we find out the exes reaction. Possible plot could go out as ex calls the reader and starts telling her how sorry he is and felix is just blowing her back out while she attempts to be quiet👏

❛PHONE CALL❜ ( l. felix )

p. lee felix x fem!reader w. 0.6k

warnings? smut, doggystyle , unprotected sex , dirty talk , your ex listens

— 𖦹 ( your ex didn't seem to get it the first time and tries to contact you ) !

"oh fuck !" you screamed , face planted against the bed as felix fucked you. "so fucking deep." ever since that day , felix had made it duty to fuck you until you were nothing but a pile of mush.

"fuck baby , fuck yourself on my cock." he grunted , slapping your ass. "fuck you look so fucking good like this." he praised. "your pussy is so fucking good."

you were so out of it , so fucked out that you hadn't realized your phone was ringing , but felix had , noticing the name right away — this pissed him off , had your ex not gotten the hint? why hadn't you blocked him? he felt jealousy bubbling up in his system , he stopped , making you whine.

"why-why'd you stop?" he reached over , grabbing the phone. "why is he still contacting you?" he squeezed your ass. "i -i don't know." he smiled evilly. "here baby." he handed you the phone. "answer it." your eyes widened.

"b-but— fucking answer the phone." you shakinly grabbed the phone , answering the phone. "h-hello , hmph." he forced your face back against the bed. "(name) , is that you?" your ex's voice spoke through the phone , just as felix started to move his hips again.

"wh-what do you want." you weren't even paying attention really , too busy trying to cover your moans while he went on a rant. "i-i'm so sorry , i didn't mean what i did , you know how much i love you."

felix wanted to hear what he was saying. "put it on -fuck- put it on speaker." he cursed , you knew he'd notice the slapping sound. "he'll hear." felix didn't care. "fuck princess , i don't care , put it on speaker now." he delivered another smack to your ass.

you sat the phone near your head , clicking the speaker. "(name) , please take me back , i love you, i don't know what to do without you." felix rolled his eyes delivering one thrust that had you whining. "(name)?"

you were so far gone , biting your lip. "(name) , please answer me , you know felix can't treat you better than i can baby." felix's eye brow quirked up. "i saw the video (name) , we both know those aren't your real moans , only i could get those moans out of you." he didn't have clue in the world.

felix had enough , grabbing the your hair , whispering your ear. "don't hold back those moans , i want that dick head to hear how well i fuck you." he thrusted deep inside you , a scream emitting from your mouth. "fuck felix!"

he plowed into you , your ass bouncing against him. "fuck , such a pretty ass , should i fuck it too?" he moaned. "your pussy can barely take me , i bet you your ass would choke my cock." he growled , you moaned , nodding your head. "maybe next time , i want this tight cunt tonight."

you were a moaning mess , long forgotten about the phone , but felix didn't , he noticed your ex still hadn't hung up the phone. "look at that baby , we still have an audience." he grabbed your jaw , forcing you to look. "you think he finally got that these are you real moans , and that he just wasn't fucking you right, hm? that he never made you cum." he darkly chuckled.

"felix , deeper please." you whined. "deeper? aren't i deep enough?" he said still obliging , thrusting into you as deep as he could , your orgasm sneaking up on you . "oh my god." your mouth hung open as you came.

"oh fuck , you made such a mess , i wish i could show him this is how you make a girl cum." he kept fucking into you. "gonna cum inside you , fill you with my cum." he moaned. "fuck , he's still on the line , i bet you he's seething that you never let him cum inside you — fuck im cumming , take my cum." he stilled his hips , his cum pooling into your cunt. "good girl."

he pulled out of you , watching the cum leak out of you. "fuck baby your little hole took all of my cum." he pushed it back into you , you whined. "i'm done baby , i let rest." he kissed your sore body. "i'll go get you something to clean you up." he got up , taking your phone with him.

"don't contact her anymore." he said. "i should've known she'd leave me for you , what were you two always fucking on the side? she'll come running back , she always does." felix chuckled. "she left because you're a cheating asshole , and now im gonna go take care of my girlfriend."

"and as you just heard the way she was begging for my cock , we both know she won't be back."

©️LUVYENI

[fhrlclln]

i’m sorry but i need angst!

i need qimir and reader angst!

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forlorn | qimir

SUMMARY -> loving him was the hardest thing she has ever done but how does that love go so far when he is so immersed in the darkness?

qimir x fem! reader

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GENRE -> angst

WARNINGS -> toxic relationship, arguments, qimir's kinda gives off sadboi vibes in this, slight manipulation? abandonment & hurtful words

WC -> 1.61k

a/n: 🚨warning, pathetic man realizes his girl is going to leave him!! 🚨 LMAOOO. hope you liked this anonz!!

likes, comments and reposts are greatly appreciated !! <3

enjoy !!

your hands feel numb as you scrub away the piece of clothing in your hands.

your heart feels heavy. your washing his dirty robes, the water in the large basin turning red from the blood and grime as you ponder to yourself... why were you still here with him? you scrub hard, the overwhelming emotions threaten to burst out. this was all wrong. why were you washing the clothes of a cold-hearted murderer?

well, you couldn't. you could not leave him even if you desperately wanted to.

drowning in your own thoughts, you don't notice the chaste kiss placed on top of your head when he finally speaks to you. the same hushed and soft tone reserved solely for you.

"your hands are going to bruise, my love." you look up to see him, the man you were thinking of... the one you are thinking of leaving. qimir has a soft smile written across his serene face as he bends down to your crouched level. and those thoughts diminish now. you always fall back to the start when he looks at you like this. like you were the only thing in the world he desires... that he loves. but you have to remember you were not. that was the realization you had to learn when he carelessly put your life in danger that night in khofar.

"the blood won't come off." you say with a plain tone, avoiding his calculating stare. there's a deafening silence between the two of you as if you're both waiting to see who would speak first about what happened. but you hoped, you hoped he wouldn't say anything else because if he did, you don't know what you'll do. you scrub his robe a little harder, dunking it in the soapy water with a splash, and qimir lets out a sigh at your behavior toward him.

"forgiveness is a hard thing to give. that i know." he starts off as if he's starting a lesson for you. "but if we prolong this further, when are we going to move forward, my heart?"

your drop his robe in the basin. "some things aren't meant to be forgiven easily, qimir." you bite back. how dare he tell you to move past this? when your own heart is still in shambles for the pain he had caused. his face drops to a solemn frown, and he seems uncertain what to say, but he opens his mouth nonetheless.

"i don't wish to argue-"

"you left me for dead in that godforsaken forest!" you raised your voice, standing up now as you turned around, picking up the laundry basket to hang outside, wanting to get away from him. damn him and his fucking blood-soaked robe. the salty tears forming in your eyes, threatening to fall down if you look at him one more time. your steps are quick, but qimir still follows you outside.

you shuddered out a shaky breath, calming yourself as you focused on hanging your washed clothes on the clothesline outside the cave. anger consumes you, you feel like you've been betrayed, how the one person in your whole miserable life could carelessly throw you in the hands of the jedi just because of one thing.

power.

another acolyte who he wants, to be able to achieve the one thing you have always heard come out of his mouth. the power of two. the moment when you had come back to this remote planet to see him tending to her, osha, the one he brought back- not you.

you felt like a fool, a fool who continued to be with him against your personal conflict and how dangerous your life had become because of him. you tried to ignore the jealousy you felt when you saw him treating her when you came back all mangled in dirt and cuts from fighting those jedis in khofar. and he dismissed you when you were going to argue how he didn't even try to come back for you. oh, how your pure heart broke into pieces, how uncaring he sounded that day.

you cried for the first time in years, feeling like you've been abandoned by the one man you claimed to yourself you love. the person who accepted you after years of being abandoned by everyone you had cared for. it was getting tiring. you're tired of being tossed away for another. again and again and again-

"i was going to come back for you." he softly said, gauging your reaction as you hung up your clothes. "but, it was too dangerous to come back to the planet. the order would have been there, and all my careful protection would be gone to waste. i know you understand that."

"you have a tasteful way of saying... i'm disposable." you grit your teeth, wanting to throw yourself off the cliff now. "but her? you chose her instead of me to save."

you willed yourself to turn around to face him. he stands there, face as passive as ever. no emotions but just a quiet look of calmness. it irks you how this seems normal to him. were you going to be just another tool at his own expense? to be tossed away every time if he deems so. your mouth quivers, you can't hold back anymore.

"i'm sorry." he says, but you don't feel he's sincere. "i love you."

"this doesn't feel like love anymore, qimir." you shake your head. "i want to leave. you have your acolyte, and i am done being tossed away." you sniffled, wiping away the tears that had already fallen on your cheeks.

his eyes darkened, and he stepped closer to you. "you can't."

"oh, so when osha wants to leave, you let her. but to me, i'm the prisoner?" you glared at him through your watery eyes. his chest rises, you see him fighting back his own emotions. you want him to feel the same hurt you're feeling as you continue to push on.

"you're so desperate to achieve the rule of two, you don't even see what you're doing is hurting the people around you." you say with venom laced in your tone. "i know i cannot be with your goal, osha can, but will she? it's ironic how careless you are to abandon me when you have experienced the same thing from your master. how cruel you are to do it to the person who you claim to love."

his jaw ticks at your words, and you hit a sore spot. you stare into his emotionless eyes, brows furrowing as he doesn't say anything else.

"you don't love me." you quietly said, your own words hurting you. "if you loved me, you wouldn't abandon me when i needed you."

"that is not true." his face contorted to anger. "you have to understand what i said."

"i am tired of understanding you!" you cried, sobbing as you pushed him away, but he caught your wrist before you could shove him back again. "and frankly, i don't understand you, qimir. what is the point of having more power? what do you want from me when I cannot give it to you, but osha can?" your eyes begged for an answer.

"freedom." he merely says, and you scoff.

"when will you be free if the darkness compels you to have more power?" you retort, you never liked this way of the force. "you're obsessed with this. i feel like you're losing yourself for this."

"if it means protecting you with this power, i will gladly do so." he rests his forehead against yours, and you let him, savoring his gentle touch that you know it might be the last. his hands stay on your waist, rubbing up and down to soothe your sobs. "i don't want anything from you... i just want you."

your heart thumps, doubting if you believed him.

"i love you, qimir." you say as his eyes shine with hope. "but i can't do this anymore."

"don't leave me." he begs, sensing that you're serious about leaving him. "i need you with me."

"let me go." you begged back. if he held you in his arms further, you didn't know if your decision to leave would come true. "please."

he doesn't say anything else. his own eyes shine wetly, his own resolve crumbling.

"stay with me. just a little longer. think about it, please." he tries again, hoping you would relent. your hands move up to cup his cheeks in your palms. "i'm sorry."

"when will this all stop?" you whispered, sighing. "i just want a peaceful life with you."

he doesn't have an answer to that, but that gives him some realization of what follows through. but he knows deep down he will not stop until the jedi order won't come for him. peace is a lie. he remembers what he said to mae back then. he knows he cannot give what you are asking for. peace was never going to be in his life, he hoped you would understand that if you chose to stay with him. but if you choose to leave, he finds himself crumbling at the thought of losing you.

he chooses to capture your lips to his, and you kiss him back, knowing he doesn't have an answer to your questions. he holds you in his arms, your chest hurts, you don't know what to do now. but all you know is your love for him will always be there, whether you choose to leave him still.

all you can hope for now is a moment of peace, even if it will never happen as you rest in his arms.

[rogueddie]

Saving All My Summers For You T | 388 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is saving the last bite for them

Despite all his bolstering and complaints, Steve is more than happy to share his things with the kids. It's something Eddie has suspected, long before he got involved in any Upside Down shit, but is confirmed when they stumble into each other at the store.

"The brats like them," Steve had admitted, when Eddie pointed to the very thing he complains about hating.

"You like taking care of them," Eddie said.

Steve had shrugged. He didn't look as embarressed about it as Eddie expected, instead looking relaxed and smug.

"I like knowing they're happy. This type of shit makes them happy." He leaned over, exaggeratedly peering into Eddies cart. He winks when he straightens. "Maybe I'll start adding raspberries to the list."

"Wh- maybe those are for Wayne."

He stares for a moment, squinting, before the smug grin comes back.

"They aren't."

And, inevitably, raspberries became one of the snacks that Steve would set out whenever they all came over to his house. The kids would eat them all before Eddie could think of trying to grab one, of course.

But, as the night wanes on, one last raspberry would end up in the dish.

Eddie only knows about the last one because Steve always finds an excuse to send him to the kitchen- usually pulling Robins legs into his lap and pleading with Eddie to grab him something.

It takes a while for him to finally corner Steve, alone.

"Thank you," he says, before Steve can think of an excuse to worm away.

"You don't have to thank me," Steve automatically replies. "Wait, what are you thanking me for?"

"The raspberries. It's... well, honestly, it's impressive. Where do you hide the last one?"

"In the fridge. And it's fine, really, it's nothing. I get them for you, you should get to have one."

"I appreciate it, Steve. That's why I'm thanking you."

But, then, Steve stops sneaking around it. He starts handing Eddie the last raspberry that he saves for him.

Though, Eddie is starting to suspect he's got more motive than caring or teasing like he first suspected. He's always going out of his way to brush his fingers against Eddies hand, always has that smug little smile, always winking at him when the others aren't looking...

It's the best, most torturous summer of his life.

[sweetprfct]

The Hate Formula

Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: Living in the same building, across from each other shouldn't be much of a problem, right? But how come you and Joe tend to always push each other's buttons every day? Is it because you both truly just hated each other or is it because there was something more to it?

Author's Note: I'm not home for a while and will be super busy, so I apologize if this seems a little rush! I want to upload this chapter at least for you guys.

Disclaimer: 18+, smut

Wordcount: 3.4K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six - part seven - part eight - part nine - part ten

You walked down the bustling streets of New York, gazing up and saw the small raindrops already starting to fall from the gray skies that covered the city. You had a long day at work, but you were glad it was Friday. You have been so stressed at work because everything just kept hitting the fan, and you have been coming home with a headache almost everyday. You needed a break from your work environment. You couldn't seem to organize your thoughts lately. 

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket, interrupting your thoughts and saw Sara’s caller ID. 

“Hello?” 

“Hey, where are you? Wes and I are on the way to the restaurant.” Sara said on the other side of the line.

“I just got off work. I’m on my way to take the subway right now.” You looked both sides before crossing the street. “I’ll meet you guys there as soon as I can. I just want to go home first and change.”

“Okay,” Sara replied. “Just be careful and let me know when you’re on your way here.”

“I will, thanks.”

Hanging up the phone, you sped walk down the stairs and immediately entered the subway before it closed its double doors. You sighed in relief, feeling lucky that you were just in time or else, you would have had to wait for the next subway. Pushing your way through the crowd, you murmured your excuse-mes and sat on one of the empty seats. 

You had promised Sara and Wes that you would join the two of them—including Joe— for dinner after work on a Friday night. Sara had noticed the change between you and Joe lately. Less arguments in the hall and less angry eyes that you two would give each other. 

If only she knew.

You still haven’t told her what was going on between you and Joe, and you sort of still were hesitating on it because you still haven’t gotten your answer. Besides, you and Joe weren't doing anything else but sex. 

Why should you overthink this, right?

When the subway had finally stopped, you exited out of it and paused in your tracks the moment you saw who was waiting for you at the station.

“Joe?” You called out. 

He turned around and a grin immediately appeared on his face. You weren't going to lie, you were starting to believe his words sometimes. Joe hasn’t been seeing anyone else but you these past few weeks, and you wondered if he has changed. You wondered if this thing between the both of you were something… exclusive. 

Did Joe think you two were exclusive?

“Hey,” He greeted you happily.

“Wh…What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be with Sara and Wes at the restaurant?” 

“Thought I could wait for you and we could go together.” Joe explained, his fingers intertwined with yours. 

You smirked at his small smooth move as you slipped your hand away from his. There was no way he was getting away with this.

“What?” Joe asked, his brows furrowing as he followed you out the station.

“You don’t get to hold my hand.” You stated, looking over your shoulder. 

You could see the hurt in Joe’s face as he continued to follow you down the sidewalk. He gently touched your forearm, making you stop in your tracks. You knew exactly what he was doing.

“This between us…” You gestured your hand between the both of you. “This is nothing but just sex, remember?”

Biting his lower lip, Joe continued to follow you all the way towards the apartment building. You could feel his eyes burning through the side of your head as he kept glancing at you. Taking your keys out of your pocket, you slid it in the doorknob and the moment you entered your apartment, Joe gently slid his hands in yours and turned you around. You gasped softly as you looked deep into his eyes and he cupped your cheek gently with his hand. 

“How much time do we have?” He whispered. 

Holding in your breath, you bit your lower lip as you held in your smile. 

“Why?” You asked, breathlessly.

Joe’s chocolate button eyes studied you, his fingers brushing your hair away from your shoulder. 

“Because if we do…” He leaned in, kissing the line of your jaw. 

You gasped softly, your hands sliding on his shoulders and gripping them gently. 

“I think Sara and Wes can wait a few more minutes.” You whispered, enjoying the feel of his tongue on your skin.

Joe let out a soft hum, his lips trailing down your neck. You bit your lower lip softly, your hand curling on the back of his head. Joe gently pushed you against the wall in the middle of the hall, sliding his hand under your thigh and hooking it on his hip. 

“I can’t stop thinking about you all day.” Joe whispered, making you smile as he cupped your face between his hands. 

Joe kissed you softly, his lips moving with yours like he had tasted something so sweet. He moaned softly as you smiled through the kiss, slipping your tongue inside his mouth. Both of your tongues played together as Joe slipped his hand under your skirt, rubbing your wet folds through your underwear. 

“Wet for me already?” Joe smirked, pulling away from the kiss. 

“Shut up.” You murmured, feeling your cheeks flushed. 

“I love that I make you feel this way.” He lifted you up in his arms, pinning you against the wall and both of your legs wrapping around his waist. 

Fumbling with his belt, Joe found your lips again as you moaned softly and unbuttoned his pants. Joe’s fingers pushed aside your underwear before slipping his member in, both of you gasping loudly. Closing your eyes, Joe kissed and sucked your neck, thrusting inside of you. Your fingers gripping his shoulder, you threw your head against the wall as Joe thrusted deeper. You could feel every bone in your body trembling and starving for him as he trailed kisses down your neck. 

Another moan slipped out of your lips as Joe thrusted faster and deeper inside of you. He couldn’t help but groan and let out a breathless gasp as your walls tightened around him, pleasure pooling in your stomach. 

“Come for me, love.” Joe whispered, looking deep into your eyes. 

You closed your eyes immediately as you moaned his name and gripped his shoulders tighter. Your toes curled, your legs trembling as Joe continued to pound inside of you. With a quick few more thrusts, pleasure crashed over the both of you, Joe burying his face in your neck to stifle his moans. Panting softly, Joe gently set you back on your feet, his arm never leaving your waist, so he was balancing you. 

“We made a mess.” You chuckled softly, pressing your forehead against his. “You made a mess of me.”

“It’s okay.” Joe kissed you softly. “You have no idea how much of a mess you have made of me.”

“I have to clean up before we go.” You slipped away from his arms. 

“Let me help.” Joe smiled. 

Raising your brow at him, you gave him a small smile as he followed you over to the bathroom. Closing the door behind him, Joe grabbed a soft hand towel, letting the water run over it before ringing the excess water. You watched as Joe gazed down at you with a grin on his face before he lowered himself down and pulled your underwear down to your ankles and gently wiped you off. 

You didn’t know what it was, but Joe doing all of this for you, you didn’t know how much harder your heart could pound inside your chest. He left a soft kiss inside your thigh before smiling and getting up from the floor. Your eyes stared at him, your eyes full of tenderness as he leaned forward and kissed you softly. 

“Let me change, hm?” You pulled away from the kiss. “Then, we’ll go.”

Joe nodded his head, letting you go from his arms. He watched as you slipped your clothes off and changed into a nice blue dress. You could feel his eyes on you as he slowly walked up behind you, zipping the back of your dress before kissing your shoulder softly. 

“Gorgeous.” He smiled. 

“Ready?” You asked, turning around and fixing Joe’s shirt. 

Joe tried to hold your hand again as you walked over to the restaurant but just because you two had a small quickie at your apartment, it didn’t mean he had a permission. You were still sticking with your decision about the fact that he couldn't be touching you like this unless he had admitted what was going on between the both of you. 

You were just glad that the walk from the apartment and towards the restaurant was a short quick walk because by the time you both arrived, Sara and Wes were already on the table, waiting for the both of you. You and Joe exchanged smiles as you both sat across Wes and Sara. 

“Hey, sorry.” You smiled slightly. 

“Where were you guys?” Wes asked. 

“I…um…” Joe cleared his throat. “I got caught up at work because of the rain and by the time I arrived back at the apartment, we saw each other, and I decided to just wait for her to finish changing and just go together.”

You shifted your eyes at Sara as she gave you a look that indicated if Joe was telling the truth. You gave her a small smile before pulling up the menu in front of you to hide your face. You saw for a moment as Wes gave Joe the same look before Joe pulled up the menu in front of him too. 

“So, what’s delicious?” Joe asked, his eyes studying the menu.

Sara slightly knitted her brows and she watched the three of you interact. She had been trying to figure out the atmosphere between you and Joe and how it suddenly shifted. She kept wondering why and when all of this happened. She couldn’t pinpoint what it was because the last time you two talked, you and Joe had argued at Central Park. Though even if you two had made up, she still couldn’t believe she hasn’t heard any commotion in the hall lately. Not that she was complaining.

“So, how’s work?” Sara asked you that night as you ate your salad. 

You sighed, shaking your head. “Stressful. I’m tired of it. I need a vacation.”

“Why don’t you take one?” 

Joe tilted his head at you, curious as to why you were stressed. You both didn’t really talk about anything besides the constant sex lately and if you did, it wasn’t really anything personal. 

“Why are you stressed?” Joe asked.

You turned your head towards him and saw the worry lines that appeared on his face. You couldn’t help but feel your heart swell from the way he was looking at you. It was an affectionate and caring look that you have never seen before. 

“Um… Just a lot of things going on.” You replied, turning your attention back to Sara. “You know, just busy and a lot of things on my plate.”

Feeling Joe’s hand on yours under the table, he squeezed it lightly as you gave him a small smile and slipped it away from his touch. You kept trying to push away the sudden privileges that Joe kept throwing at you. He was making moves like he was your boyfriend. You weren’t about to just let him get away with that. 

The rest of the dinner was normal. All four of you catching up and telling stories about each other that made you all laugh. Some stories that would make your cheeks flush and have to give Sara a look to not continue because it was an embarrassing story, which made her giggle softly. 

“Do you guys want to go to the bar? It’s just about two blocks away.” Wes asked you all later that night. 

Slipping in your jacket, you could feel the summer New York air starting to cool down. The rain finally stopped and the soft breeze flowed through your hair. The city lights flickered around the four of you as you all exited out of the restaurant. 

“You know what, mate. I had a long day. I think I might just go home and rest.” Joe stated. 

You turned to Sara and said, “Me too. I still have paperworks to finish.”

“Are you sure?” Wes asked. 

Sara took your hand in hers and pulled you aside for a moment. You could see the wonderment in her eyes, and you hated how you kept lying to her. You have to tell her soon. You couldn’t keep doing this anymore. 

“Is there something going on?” Sara asked. 

“What?” You shook your head. “No, no.”

Sara blinked her eyes a few times, waiting for you to give her a real answer. 

“Everything’s fine. I promise.” You reassured her. 

“Okay but please, let me know if there's anything wrong.” You nodded your head as Sara smiled, rubbing your arm softly as the both of you walked back towards the two men. 

“Walk home safe, you two.” Wes smiled, squeezing Joe’s shoulder before taking Sara’s hand in his and walked towards the opposite direction. 

Coming back to the apartment, Joe gently slid his hand in yours and you immediately tried to slip your hand away. Joe, however, was quick to squeeze your hand softly and didn’t let you go.

“Wait,” Joe murmured as you both stopped in the middle of the hall. “How come you never told me you were stressed at work?”

“There wasn’t a time where it could be brought up.” You shrugged.

“You could talk to me, you know.” Joe grazed his fingers on your cheek softly, his brown doe eyed eyes looking at you like you were the only woman in the world for him. 

You blinked a few times, smiling softly before pulling him close to you and kissed him passionately on the lips. Joe’s arm wrapped around your waist as he pressed his body against yours, kissing you deeply. 

Parting from the kiss, you unlocked your front door and pulled him in, both of your grabby hands tugging on both of your clothes. You both stumbled through the hall and into your bedroom, Joe laying you gently on your bed and towering over you. His lips trailed down your neck, kissing and sucking the skin. 

“I love sneaking out with you.” You giggled happily.

Joe let out a soft moan, his lips kissing your chest. “I love this dress on you.”

His fingers slipped behind you, zipping it down and tugging on the straps as it fell off your shoulders. He kissed the blade of your shoulder before pressing his face on your neck, breathing you in. 

“I love this shirt on you but it needs to come off.” You let out a soft chuckle, pulling the shirt over his head and throwing it on the floor. 

Joe kissed you deeply on the lips as he murmured, “I love you.”

For a moment, both of you froze as you bit your lower lip. Your mind was running a thousand thoughts. You heard what he said. You weren’t dreaming, right?

He said it.

Those three little words. 

Your whole body was paralyzed, your heart pounding in your chest, and you didn’t know what to say. You felt the air shifted between the both of you, and you didn’t really know how to react or to reply because what the fuck you were supposed to say? 

First, this thing between the both of you was just sex for the last few weeks and now, Joe had literally jumped over the line and said something that made this whole situation ten times more complicated. Swallowing all the emotions that were coming up in your throat, you slowly gazed up at him. His chocolate button eyes staring deep into yours, affection and love flooding his whole expression.

You were so fucked.

“We… We should make this fast before Sara comes back home.” You murmured. 

Nodding his head, Joe kissed you deeply again and pulled down your dress, his lips trailing down your breasts and sucking on your nipples as you moaned softly. As Joe continued to show how every bone of his body was trembling for you, you could feel your hands shake as he slipped himself inside of you and thrusted deeply.

Those three little words still echoing in your brain as you closed your eyes and buried your face on his neck, his hard cock hitting you on the right spot. You kept pushing your overthinking thoughts away as you flipped both of you over and rode him faster, his fingers digging deep into your hips as it rolled with his.

“Fuck.” Joe groaned softly, his eyes closing.

You continued to ride him, leaning down to kiss him hungrily until both of your moans were echoing through the four walls of your bedroom. Panting heavily, Joe sucked on your breasts, your hands holding tight on your headboard.

“Holy shit.” Joe cursed under his breath. “You’re so tight, love.”

You bounced on his cock faster as you felt him deeper inside of you. You muffled your screams as you bit his bare shoulder, your whole body trembling when both of you finally let go of your orgasms at the same time. You collapsed on Joe’s chest, breathing heavily, while his fingers brushed the strands of your hair that were sticking on your sweaty forehead before dropping a soft kiss on it. 

You closed your eyes, pressing your face on his neck as he wrapped his arms around you. Your mind kept wondering if he blurted those three little words because he was in the moment, or he actually meant it. You tried to push the thought away, but how could you? 

He said I love you to you. 

How were you supposed to just let that go? 

“How come you decided to live here in New York instead of London?” You asked him later that night, hoping it would distract you from your thoughts. 

Joe caressed your arm softly as you laid your head on his chest. 

“Figured it's easier for my career if I lived in the States. Not that it wasn’t easy back in London. It’s just more opportunities.” Joe replied, his voice was soft and low. 

It was almost soothing. 

“How about you? Why New York?” He asked, glancing down at you. 

You shrugged your shoulders and gazed up at him. “It’s mine and Sara’s dream.” 

Joe smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His soft touches kept sending shivers down your spine, and you didn’t know how you could take anymore of this. You didn’t know how long you could pretend that maybe—just maybe—you also felt the same. 

That maybe you did love him too. 

“You two are two peas in a pod, aren’t you?” Joe chuckled softly. 

“Yeah, I don’t know what I’d do without her.” You exhaled a sharp breath. “She’s the one person I can trust and rely on so much.”

Joe slightly sat up, leaning his back against your headboard. He cupped your cheek with his hand as you gave him a small smile. You couldn't help but feel safe in his arms by just the way he was looking at you, and you couldn't explain why. You just wanted him to stay here next to you forever.

“Is this… making you struggle?” Joe asked.

“No,” You shook your head. “I will tell her… soon. I.. I know I can’t keep lying to her.”

“I understand.” Joe gave you a reassuring smile, his fingers stroking your hair softly.

“Can you stay here tonight, please?”

Joe smiled, nodding his head as he laid back down and pulled you close next to him and wrapped his arms around you. 

“Of course, love.” Joe murmured, dropping a soft kiss on your hair. “About earlier… when I said you can talk to me about anything, I meant it.”

His soft voice was making you sleepy as you tried to fight your eyelids from closing. 

“I know.” You pressed your face on his neck. “Work is just… work.”

“What happened?” Joe softly caressed your arm as you closed your eyes.

Sighing, you said, “Just a lot of work and no one is really helping me.”

“I’m so sorry, love. Maybe Sara’s right. You need a vaca—” Joe glanced down at you, finding you slowly falling asleep in his arms.

Smiling happily, he stroked your hair softly before kissing your temple. He pulled you close in his arms as you hummed softly in your sleep, a small smile tugged on your lips.

Tonight, you got to be in his safe, warm arms and somehow, that was enough for now. 

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[24hlevi]

— 𝐍𝐨 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞

Bachira Meguru (Blue Lock) X Male!Reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Smut

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Bachira has no shame about you, that's why during your first with him, he makes sure you know how much he loves you

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: NSFW, Language, Praise Kink, First Times, Soft sex, Hair Pulling, Marking (scratching)

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k

“you're so cute, baby, you know that?”

meguru said as he kissed down your neck, straddling your hips on top of you with that same playful smirk on his face, occasionally biting down on your skin just to hear you.

you weren't even able to respond, face flushed, hair sticking to your forehead, and shallow breaths, how could you when you absolutely knew where this was going?

“you wanna try something, baby?”

“you just tell me when you want me to stop, okay?”

you nodded slightly, looking up at meguru who was peering down at you with a small smile on his face.

“alrighty then.”

you could hardly process how fast this was going. one second you were watching a boring movie with your boyfriend, and the next he had you pinned down to the bed with a look on his face you'd never seen before. now, here you were, arms wrapped around meguru’s neck with your face in his shoulder as he slowly eased himself into you.

he was moving so slow you almost couldn't feel the pain, almost. there was still a little bit of pain while trying to adjust, but meguru took his time with his movements until he was sheathed all the way inside.

“are you okay?” meguru asked, pushing some of your hair out of your eyes to see him more clearly.

“mhm,” was all you were able to get out, trying to calm your heart down but it was sadly to no avail. you never thought this day would come, to be fair. you also didn't think meguru could act like this. guess you were wrong on both.

“do you want me to move?” he asked next, his one free hand holding him up so he was hovering above you.

you were only able to nod, eyes screwing shut the moment you felt him slowly move and a low whimper left your mouth, your hand immediately covering your mouth after hearing it.

“don't be quiet, baby,” meguru told you as he moved in and out slowly, “how will i know if i’m doing it right if i can't hear you?” he whispered in your ear.

moving your hand off your mouth, you felt a chill go down your spine at the words.

“i’m gonna go faster now, okay?”

you nodded again, eyes opening to look up at meguru who was still smiling down at you. “great,” he said, one of his hands pinching your cheek lightly before placing it back on the bed next to you to hold himself up.

just like he said, he started to speed up his pace but not by much, just enough for you to get easier adjusted which appeared to be working with the sounds that were falling from your lips.

“good boy, such a good boy,” meguru said with a smile while he thrusted into you, “just for me.”

you could feel your face grow hot at what he was saying, and you put your face back into the crook of his neck, moans and whimpers being your only response.

“don't tell me you have a thing for me saying that kinda stuff,” he spoke quietly while continuing his movements. “you do, don't you?”

“sh-shut up,” you were hardly able to get out in between moans.

“you do, then, great,” meguru’s smile grew bigger and he started to thrust faster without telling you, leaving a louder moan to come from you at the sudden change.

a light chuckle fell from his lips at your reaction, one of his hands moving to your hips and gripping it tightly with his nails, meguru continued, “that's it, baby, you really are a good boy, aren't you? just for me, right?”

“mhm,” you hummed, your hands moving to grab ahold of his hair and tug on it. “j-just for y-you.”

“look at me,” meguru grabbed your hair and made you look at him, “i wanna see how you look when i talk to you like this.”

you whined when he made you look at him, not even being able to open your eyes. you could only feel your face getting hotter the more meguru spoke, and you could tell he knew judging by what he said next.

“aw, you're so cute. looking all flustered just by me talking, you really are something special, ain’t ya?” he teased, his nails digging into your skin more, “tell me how it feels, baby.”

“g-good,” you mumbled out incoherently, “really g-good.”

meguru chuckled again, “yeah? i’m sure it does. i’ll make you feel really good, baby. you know that i love you, so, so much.” he said while continuing to thrust, “i love you.”

“i love you too,” you were somehow able to get out.

he grinned down at you, leaning forward and kissing you while starting to go faster, making you moan into the kiss as he did so. “so good for me,” he mumbled into the kiss, “all for me.”

pulling away to breathe, you felt yourself slowly reaching the edge, with more louder moans spilling from your mouth without much care anymore, you tugged on his hair harder, “i-i’m close,” you whined.

“yeah? you’re gonna cum for me, my pretty boy?” he said teasingly, picking up his pace more to go even faster, “i’ll make you feel really good, baby.”

“p-please,” you whimpered, “wanna feel good, please.”

“i gotcha, baby. don’t you worry your pretty little head,” meguru told you before kissing you again.

moaning into his mouth more, you moved your hands from his hair to his back, scratching at it which made him hiss slightly. more whines spilled from your mouth into the kiss, breathing heavily and out of order, you pulled away from the kiss and your back arched, another loud moan coming from you as you came.

“good boy. that's my good boy,” meguru said, petting your hair lightly and slowly easing out of you. “you did so good for me, baby.”

you weren't able to respond, too busy trying to calm down and steady your breathing that you couldn't even hear what he said. he chuckled again, patting your head and laying down next to you. “you're so cute, y’know,” he added shortly after, “i love you.”

“i love you too,” you responded finally, looking over at him.

smiling brightly at you, meguru leaned over and pecked your lips. “i’m glad you do, cause i love you more.”

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

@katkitkats messaged me an idea about Hanma being a punk ass and denying you an orgasm.

MDNI UNDER THE CUT, PLEASE.

"Ohh-hoh-hoh! Yeah? Baby likes that, huh? Don't you? Tell me. Tell me how much you like that, princess. I needa hear the words."

Hanma had been fucking with you in some way or another since you woke up this morning. There was nothing particularly special about the day. It wasn't an anniversary or a birthday. No, he just got a bug up his ass and wanted to pester you until you reached your breaking point. And that was his specialty if you ever saw a person have one.

But it was how he was pestering you that really got under your skin. He would get you on the precipice of your orgasm and stop everything he was doing to go smoke a cigarette or have a bite of a leftover sandwich with the dumpster cats.

"Shu-Shuji ... wh-wher-why are you doing this to me? Huh? Did I piss you off or somethin'? Did you have a dream where I cheated on you and this is your revenge? Baby, I would never. I swear. You know this. Jus- please. You gotta lemme finish. Fuck, Shuji! Can I finish mys-" you knew it was a stupid question. A stupid, stupid, stupid question.

"DON'T!! You know better than to ask me if you can finish what I start. Keep your hands where I can see them at all times. You understand?" He took one last drag of his cigarette and put it out in the glass ashtray on the rickety bannister and walked through the screen back into the living room, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch from you.

"Shuji ...?" You glared at him. "Ar-what are you doing?"

He looked at you blankly. "What do you think I'm doing? I'm watching TV."

You let out a frustrated whine and grabbed one of the throw pillows, smacking him with it. "No. No no no no. You don't get to just stop when you're right there and just ... just watch TV! Shuji, I swear to God, you're going to kill me."

He raised an eyebrow and turned off the TV, turning his attention towards you. "And why, pray tell, would I kill you?"

"YOU'RE going to be the dead one soon if you don't help your sweet, ridiculously wet girlfriend out." You sat the pillow down on the couch and walked slowly to you and Hanma's bedroom. You knew he was looking at you. Taking in the curve of your hips. The jiggle of your ass in those thin pajama shorts. For a second before disappearing into the room, you stopped and looked at him. Expressionless. But he saw it, he always saw what wasn't there.

He let out a chuckle and got up, following you to the bedroom.

As soon as you heard his footsteps, you crawled onto the bed. You could hear him shuffling around in the doorway. "Please, Shuji. I need you."

Hanma came over to you on the bed. "Oh yeah, baby? You need me? Why you so needy today? Hm? 'S like all you think about is my cock." He ran his middle finger from your leg to your clothed clit and pressed down. "Such a hot little thing, isn't it? Maybe I should cool it off? Would you like that, princess?"

He pulled your shorts down, leaving your panties on you.

"Shuji ... baby, please."

"What's that, baby? What do you need?"

"I need you. Please. I need you."

"Oh, you want me to fuck you, huh? Is that it? Want me to fuck you so hard you can't even walk tomorrow?"

You grabbed his shoulder and pulled him closer to you, pressing your lips to his. "Fuck me, Shuji."

He smirked against your lips and pushed your panties to the side and his fingers inside you slowly, listening to you moan into his mouth. "Fuck, baby. You're so wet for me, aren't you? You've been wet all day, haven't you? I bet you were ready for me as soon as you woke up."

Hanma pumped his fingers inside of you so fast and hit everything so right that you were about to cum. The noise alone got you there much quicker than his touch, you think. Your pussy was so desperate for him, so wet, so squelchy.

"Princessss ... you're in such a rush right now."

You huffed out in absolute frustration. "What do you mean 'right now'. I've been like this since you woke me up with your hand between my thighs? Yeah, yeah. Pretty much soaking since then, Shu."

He laughed.

"Please, baby. Fuck."

"Are you telling me what to do? I don't think I like your tone." Hanma backed off of you and walked his long fingers up the length of your left leg and back over to your pussy.

"The fuck is your problem? You're being unnecessarily assho-ohh fffuckkkk, Shu!" He plunged his fingers into your cunt and did what he did best - that is, aside from his mouth and cock. But he was on one today and was pushing the envelope with you for some fuck of a reason. He hooked his fingers inside you and rubbed the rough pad of his thumb over your clit.

"Don't. Fucking. Move." He growled in your ear through gritted teeth as he worked his fingers. "I wanna see you cum with just my fingers. And I wanna see it soon." He pressed down harder and faster, watching as you gripped the sheets and bucked your hips towards him.

"Oh my god. Fuck. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck. Shuji, I'm gonna-"

"Cum. Right ... fucking ... now!" He pushed his fingers down harder and curled them, hitting your g-spot with such precision you wondered if he had been taking night classes or something.

You let out a loud moan and squirted onto his hand, soaking the bed sheets and his arm.

"Oh, fuck. That's my princess." He pulled his fingers out and licked them clean. Walking to the doorway, he left you in a literal puddle on the bed. "You fuckin' happy now or you gonna keep whinin' about how bad you need me?" He smirked, kissed you on the forehead and said he'd be out back feeding the cats again.

@southside-otaku @kazutora-kurokawa @arlerts-angel @viburnt @darkstarlight82 (You out there? Haven't talked to you in a while =(

[dreadsuitsamus]

Daddy's Little Secret, Part Two | Isshin Kurosaki x Reader |

part one

author's note: i'm here with the next edition of this! i quite love this concept and currently have a lot of inspiration for it 🩷

pairing: isshin kurosaki x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw, explicit smut, lots of flirting and teasing between isshin and reader, fingering, handjobs, cum swallowing, age gap relationship, isshin is a pervert and rubbed reader's ass while she was sleeping

The glow from the tv has Isshin's brow rising as he comes downstairs with a rumbly tummy. It's two in the morning, surely his little (teenage) girls aren't up this late on a school night?? He's a failure of a father—

Well, that much is true, but not for the reasons he'd initially imagined.

Peering over the edge of the couch, Isshin smirks softly at what he finds. You, snoozing in a skimpy little pair of pajamas, your breasts snug in the little tank top and your ass looking particularly phenomenal in those itty bitty short shorts. Sneaking a hand down to pull the blanket back over you, Isshin shamelessly runs his hand along the curve of your hip and to your ass before doing the good deed he'd set out to do, the soft flesh so pliable under his fingers. He longs to take a bite— or rather, several— but his stomach reminds him of the box of cereal on top of the fridge that he's been thinking about for an hour now.

Leaving for the kitchen, Isshin quickly whips up his midnight snack. Honey Bunches of Oats and some freshly-opened whole milk despite the open carton right beside it (Yuzu’s going to kill him for it, and he's not so sure blaming Ichigo will work, but he'll try it anyway!) and an added spoonful of sugar has Isshin’s mouth watering. Just as he's taken in a big spoonful, he hears the floorboard creak as you tiptoe in from the couch.

Stretching tall, a beautiful sounding moan squeaks past your lips as your joints and muscles refresh from that awful nap on the couch. You have no idea how Isshin does it! He seems to sleep better on the couch than when he's in his own bed, judging by how he's always up in the middle of the night when he does go upstairs for bed. “You're such an old man.” You grumble softly, wiping at your eyes. “If I see a box of Raisin Bran in the cart next time we go grocery shopping I'm increasing the font size on your phone.”

Isshin narrows his eyes, idly hoping you do that anyway— why are the default words so small?? “So you woke up on the wrong side of the bed and chose violence against me?”

Laughing, you pluck a banana from the bunch on the counter, slowly peeling it open. “Of course. You let me fall asleep on the couch and now I have a crick in my neck!”

Isshin rolls his eyes and shoves another spoonful of cereal in his mouth. “Howzit m’ faul’??”

“Big, strong man of the house didn't carry me up to bed! Shame on you.” You bite the tip of the banana, resting your hip against the counter as you face the handsome father before you.

Swirling some of his cereal in the bowl, Isshin gazes at you through his lashes as you take another slow bite of your banana. “Silly me.”

He watches as you rub at your neck, and with the way you were curled up it doesn't surprise him that you're sore. Shifting over to stand beside you, Isshin brings his hand to rub at your neck, his strong and experienced fingers helping soothe the spot that's tight and unforgiving of your nap. Your shoulders relax, eyelids fluttering as you pause the next bite of your banana, the fruit resting at your lips as Isshin massages you. “Ohhh… Mmmmmm, that's nice.”

“You're pretty tight.” Isshin frowns as his fingers travel to different parts of your neck and shoulders, finding all of your muscles to be quite tense. He supposes it makes sense; you've been through a lot of stressful things lately.

“Y’know, I always thought I'd hear you say that to me, but under… Different circumstances.”

Grumbling, Isshin pulls his hand away and has another big bite of cereal while you giggle at his expense. Touching your ass while you sleep is one thing, but he can't entertain the flirting. His relationship with Ichigo is too important to cross that line, even as badly as he wants to. And as another bite of that banana passes your soft-looking lips, he really does want it now more than ever. “Go to a spa.”

“Fine. I'm sure there's a man there that would love to have me naked and oiled up and get paid to touch me.”

“You didn't mention money, now.” Isshin’s joke falls flat as your eyes lock with his, his warm brown eyes then zeroing in on your pretty lips around that banana as you push more than necessary into your mouth.

I'm really getting turned on by a woman half my age deep-throating a banana. Where did it all go wrong.

Admittedly, even if he was your age he'd be turned on by the action.

“I’m low on cash, but… Maybe we could work out some other sort of give…” You close the gap between your bodies, pressing yourself to Isshin as your hand slowly trails down his abdomen.”... and take.” Your fingers stop right at the waistband of his pajama pants, the tip of your pinky threatening to break that seal. “Your hands for my hands.”

Isshin's brain short-circuits at the prospect of your offer, his mind only able to chant out a meek “Touch my wee-wee, touch my fucking wee-wee!” as that mischievous pinky finger teases him. His cock jolts and the bowl of cereal slips from his hand to shatter all over the floor, milk splattering your ankles in the process.

“Shit!” Now his wee-wee will be touchless! Grabbing you by your hips and lifting you to sit on the countertop, Isshin carefully steps around the broken glass to procure the broom and dustpan as you wipe your ankles with a paper towel.

Isshin quickly sweeps up the mess, kneeling down to wipe away the milk after the bulk of the mess is gone. Mischief strikes, just a tad, and your pretty painted toes brush against Isshin’s shoulder to remind him of your presence. Gazing up through his lashes, he's met with a pretty sight. You in your skimpy pajamas, one strap of your tank top having slipped off of your shoulder while your gorgeous leg that rests against him practically invites him in for a taste.

His strong, thick fingers wrap around your ankles and he turns his head to place a small, promising kiss to your calf as you rest your other heel against his opposite shoulder to receive another hot kiss from Isshin's lips. Alternating between each of your legs, he slowly adjusts himself closer to you as you move closer to the edge of the counter and watch as the man on his knees before you traverses the length of your legs with hot kisses and nips with an occasional peek up at you.

Goosebumps cascade down with a hefty shiver of your spine as those strong fingers massage your calves, that warm mouth pressing against your inner thigh, suckling and biting the sensitive flesh for a small, claiming mark that won't be easily seen. Threading your fingers into his dark hair, Isshin stands with your not-so-gentle tugging and stands tall above you once more. Your free hand trails down the front of his shirt, his relishing in several squeezes of your thighs.

Resting his lips at your ear, he speaks lowly as his fingers move up to your hips. “Deal.”

There's a giddy thrum in your heart as you push his shirt up a tad, revealing a rather toned stomach and dark hair trailing down beneath the cut of his pajama pants. Holding his shirt for you, Isshin allows you to reach into his briefs and feel his cock in your hand. He swallows thickly, groaning softly in your ear as he feels a woman's touch for the first time in too long.

Your fingers in his hair gently scritch at his scalp as you slowly pump his cock, Isshin's stubble lightly scratching your skin as his mouth hangs slightly open. He's thick in your palm, twitching in excitement and oozing plenty of precum. Isshin doesn't let you have all the fun for long, however, and nips at your earlobe as his free hand slips into your panties and glides two thick fingers along the length of your wet, hungry slit.

“Mmmm…” Your coo is hidden behind your closed, pretty lips as the pads of his fingers brush your folds, and he forces a squeal of you once he's uncovered the little hiding spot of your clit.

“Shhhh…” Isshin presses his mouth to yours, pressing his fingertips against that spot again and rubbing small, counterclockwise circles as you push his pants down to below his ass. Pumping his cock with one hand as the other fondles his balls, your lips and tongues tangle in an increasingly heated embrace.

A slew of precum dribbles from Isshin's tip and you smear it between your fingers and his shaft, flicking your wrist each time you reach that red, mushroom-shaped cockhead. He's absolutely delicious. He tests the waters with a prodding index finger to your searing hole, and goodness you're tight. He's definitely proud of his manhood, especially as your smaller hands make it look even bigger, and he feels nearly lightheaded at the idea of making it fit inside of your cute little pussy.

“Mmmm… Isshin.” You breathe into his waiting mouth, your top swiftly tugged down and a nipple quickly taken between his thumb and forefinger to be rolled and pinched. Your hips grind, chasing that friction against Isshin's palm as he dips a second finger into your cunt.

“C’mon, baby…” He croons, hooking his fingers and prodding further into you and moving faster as he does. “Gimme what I want.”

“F-uck, fuck…” Your eyes roll back and your hands slip from his cock to grab at his shirt, lifting your hips as you grind. “Mmm… ‘m so close, god I'm so close!” Your whimper is muffled into the skin of his neck, your teeth scraping against his sweat-damp skin. You're too lost in the pleasure to ensure there won't be a lasting mark, but he doesn't seem to care about that at the moment as he redirects all of his efforts to your clit.

A guttural groan is torn from your throat, rumbling in your chest as you see white and cum, legs shaking and tears brimming as the father of three works you through it. His ego is more than satisfied and he doesn't even care that his own pleasure’s been left behind; he's just made a sexy woman that's far too young for him cum this harshly, and all he had to use was his fingers! He's still got it.

Chest heaving, you slip to the floor grasp his shaft once again, spitting on it and pumping him once more. Taking the hem of his shirt into his mouth in an attempt to muzzle himself, Isshin groans. You're so sweet down there, eyes bright and that smile so languid— because of him. And you're waiting between his legs, your tongue out and expecting a treat from him, damn near begging for the thing you both want.

“Give me what I want.” You coo, brushing your wet tongue a single time against his tip.

Isshin's jaw tenses and he screws his eyes shut. He's so close, he's right at that edge and he doesn't even know where the hell to go with it until you're licking him again. His eyes flying open, he grips your jaw and shoves his entire length into your mouth, cumming buckets down your throat as your eyes roll back. He huffs and puffs above you, slipping out as carefully as he can as the haze wears away and he covers himself up again.

“Shit, I'm… I'm sorry, babe, I dunno what…” Isshin quickly helps you to your feet and to the sink, though he's still seeing some stars as he reels from that powerful orgasm. “Here, spit it out, I'm sor-” You stick your tongue out, a happy glint in your eye as you prove he's got nothing to worry about; in your eyes, drinking his cum was the best case scenario! No cleanup required.

Grinning, Isshin carries you upstairs to your room. “Let's make a deal again soon.”

At the breakfast table, you hide a smirk into your cup of coffee as Yuzu asks her father why he's wearing a turtleneck on such a warm day.

[l1tw1ck]

Bad Boy Ajax

FTM!Ajax x Top!Male Reader

Series: Higher Education | Kinktober

Contains: Non-Con, Teasing, Virginity Kink, Desk Sex, Degrading, Spanking, Non-Con Creampie

Words: 817 | Reader Discretion is Advised

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Ajax was your typical bad student. He shows up to class late, disrupts learning, picks fights, and just in general acts like an entitled asshole.

He even has the nerve to flirt with you. You were often the one watching him during detention, subjecting you to experience the brunt of his flirtatious antics.

"It's just you and me, teach." Ajax grins.

"As usual." You reply dryly.

"I noticed there aren't any cameras in here. No windows either. It's like a prison without surveillance."

"That's why I'm here. To be the warden."

"Can the warden grant me a get out of jail free card? In exchange for my body?" Ajax jokes.

You've had enough of his stupidity. "Come on up then."

Ajax looks at you in shock. "What?"

"Did you not hear me? Come." You snap your fingers.

He nervously walks up to your desk, standing in front of it with clear confusion painted on his face.

"Stay there." You order, walking behind him. You bend him over on the desk and move his hands behind his back, preventing him from getting up.

"Wait- I was joking!"

"So once someone reciprocates your flirting, you tuck your tail in between your legs and pretend it was a joke?"

"I'm sorry! Okay? I won't do it again just- just please don't touch me." Ajax squirms in your hold.

"You're tempting me."

"I'm a virgin, please!"

"You're making me even hornier." You smirk. "I eat virgins alive." You rub your bulge against his ass.

Ajax shivers. "Please, sir, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"I think a proper punishment is overdue." You pull his pants down, revealing his ocean themed boxers. "How cute."

"No! I'll stop being bad! I promise!"

"Your personality did quite the 180." You laugh. "I'm not going to stop, Ajax, you deserve this." You spank him.

Ajax gasps, giving up. "I'm sorry.."

"'I'm sorry' seems to come out of your mouth easily when you're in trouble." You grope his ass, admiring the softness. "I don't think I've ever heard you apologize, at least not genuinely."

Ajax sniffs, shivering and shaking in fear.

"Gods...I'm so tempted to fuck that little hole of yours." You move his legs apart, not missing the dark wet spot in his underwear. "Ah? Don't tell me you're turned on by this."

He whimpers, not responding.

Chuckling, you pull his underwear down and look at his dripping cunt, basically begging to be filled. "Mm, you must love the idea of getting your virginity taken by your teacher." You spank his sex, making Ajax mewl. You pull your pants off and let your hard cock free, you press it against his entrance before pushing your length in with no remorse.

Ajax screams, his eyes widening as you stretch his cunt and push in until your tip kisses his cervix, eliciting another scream but this time of both shock and pleasure.

"Shut up you dumb whore," You spank his ass. "Or do you want the janitor to see what a slut you are?"

He bites his lip, looking down and trying not to be loud.

"Me and him are friends, he might actually want to join in." You smirk, fucking into him slowly. "What do you think? Getting fucked in the throat while I destroy your tight little cunt?"

"No~! Please~! I'll be quiet!"

"Aw, you only want me fucking you? How cute." You pick up the pace, fucking him mercilessly and cruelly. "I took you for more of a whore, the type to participate in gangbangs."

"Nno~! Not a wh- whore~!"

"Yes you are, you're a whore and a cockslut." You spank him, his ass getting red. "Say it."

"Aah~!" He moans, squeezing your cock tightly. "M' a who- whore~ 'n a co- cockslut~! Fo- for y- you~ sir~!"

"Fuck. That's right, only for me." You growl, now planning on keeping Ajax as your little toy for the rest of the year.

"Gh- gonna come~!" He warns before reaching his peak, pussy fluttering around your length.

"You're gonna be a good boy from now on, right, Ajax?" You fuck him through his orgasm.

"Ye- yes! Gon- gonna be good~! Wh- whatev- uh~ you want~!" He nods rapidly.

"That's what I like to hear. All good boys deserve a reward, want my cum, baby?" You fuck him harder.

Ajax gasps. "Wa- wait~! Nn- no~! Don- don't wah~ wanna ge- get preg- pregnant~!" He kicks his legs around.

"You should take everything I give you, Ajax," You slam into his cervix, keeping still and coming inside him, your seed breaching the entrance of his womb. "Even if you don't want it."

His eyes roll to the back of his head, legs twitching as he processes what's just occurred.

"Don't expect any support if you get pregnant." You pull out slowly, your cum dribbling out from his pulsing cunt and onto the floor. "Maybe take the after pill."

[lady-charinette]

10 years later and Ladybug and Chat Noir are still fighting against Hawkmoth every day.

Akumatizations happen every other day, the citizens of Paris have grown weary.

They are angry.

"10 years of this stupid nonsense and you still couldn't defeat that freak?!"

"My baby has been akumatized so many times since he was a toddler! I can't stand it anymore."

"My wife left me after I got akumatized..."

"Hawkmoth ruined my life!"

"Ladybug and Chat Noir are no heroes, they're useless!"

Ladybug shared a concerned glance with Chat Noir next to her and she speaks into the microphone:"People of Paris, please! We understand your concern, we know Hawkmoth ruined and hurt many people, that's why we fight every day in order to stop him! We will stop him!"

Another man shouted, "Oh, yeah? And when's that? When I'm old and gray?!"

"Ladybug, you have magic and technology on your side, can't you just track him down? Or follow his akumas back to his lair? What about installing cameras everywhere in the city?"

Officer Rodger immediately stepped up. "Ma'am, that is a violation of privacy for the citizens of Paris!"

"I don't care anymore! It's a violation for Hawkmoth to be running rampant for as long as he did! Do something!"

"You don't deserve to call yourselves superheroes if you can't defeat villains!"

A smoothie cup was thrown in Ladybug's direction but Chat Noir's staff quickly deflected it. "Hey!" Ladybug held a hand out to pacify her partner, but the crowd only grew angrier.

"You're no heroes! You're just kids in costumes with magic jewelry playing them!"

"Defeat Hawkmoth or go home!"

"Stop Hawkmoth's tyranny and Ladybug and Chat Noir's incompetence!"

The crowd threw expletives at the duo, Ladybug's shoulders set and her hands clenched into fists.

Her legs began to tremble.

Chat Noir acted quickly and grabbed his partner, using his staff to propel them off the stage and into the safety of the rooftops, away from prying eyes and offending mouths.

"Are you okay, m'lady?" Chat rubbed her back gently, biting his lips when he felt the weak tremors still wreaking over her body.

Ladybug's whisper sounded like a defeated confession. "...They are right, kitty... if we are heroes, then we should've defeated Hawkmoth a long time ago..."

Chat Noir grabbed her hands in his, tenderly caressing over her black spotted knuckles. "Hey, we're doing the best we can with what we have, LB. Hawkmoth is more experienced, he most likely has the resources to keep himself hidden. We can't just track him down with magic, if he could we would've already tried that. Don't listen to them, they're wrong."

Ladybug shook her head. "No...they aren't. Did we try everything? Maybe Alya should've disguised herself as Mayura and waited for Hawkmoth to contact her. Maybe if I had studied the miracle box and found a way to sense Nooroo and trace his presence back to Hawkmoth then-"

"Ladybug!"

The spotted heroine froze, it was very rare for her beloved partner to raise his voice at her. By the narrowed pupils in his eyes, she knew he was furious. "We. Are. Doing. Our. Best. They don't know how we work, they don't know how many other responsibilities and problems we have aside from being heroes! I would wanna see any of them try and be us for a single day!"

Chat Noir crossed his arms, pacing back and forth, the telltale click clack of his clawed feet hitting the concrete of the roof they sought refuge on.

And suddenly, Ladybug had an idea.

"...Maybe you're right."

Chat shook his shoulders. "Of course I am- uh, m'lady?" Spotting the familiar light, Chat Noir automatically turned around and kept his gaze to the sky to avoid spotting his partner's identity. "Mind telling me why it's a good idea to transform back on top of a roof?"

He heard Ladybug walk closer towards him. "Maybe you're right Chat Noir, maybe Paris deserves a chance at being better heroes than us."

Chat stopped himself midway from turning his entire body towards his partner in shock. "Wh- what?! Hey, wait, don't hissunderstand meow!" Chat Noir failed with his hands helplessly. "I was just joking! Do you know how dangerous our miraculous could be if they get into a random person's hands?! Master Fu tested us! But what if a bad person gets their hands on our miraculous."

His partner chuckled. "Remember the fail saves we programmed into our miraculous? In case we ever use our powers for evil, they transform us back into civilians and Tikki and Plagg would hide somewhere safe with the miraculous. It's to prevent Hawkmoth from ever getting them should he mind control us again."

Chat huffed, thinking of incidents where he got brainwashed under Hawkmoth's control. "Yeah, we could've used those a while back." He shook his head, inclined his head in his lady's direction without fully turning. "But... still, I don't know. It's dangerous. Our miraculous in the wrong hands could really mess things up."

Ladybug smirked. "Since the people of Paris think we mess things up, it would be a good opportunity to see them try better."

Slowly, the idea began to warm up to her partner, because he transformed back in the next second.

Marinette and Adrien kept their backs turned, staring down at their worried-looking kwamis.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Don't worry, Tikki, you know what to do if something goes wrong. We still have the other miraculous in case things go south."

"Ugh, why not just give them a different miraculous? How am I supposed to fund my camembert cravings?"

"I'll pack you an emergency bag, Plagg. And please don't destroy the city while I'm not with you."

"No promises, kid."

Marinette smiled, glancing down cautiously at the still rowdy crowd of dissatisfied people. "If the citizens of Paris think being a hero is so easy, why don't we sit back and watch them do it better?"

Adrien moved towards the other side, watching a different crowd slowly disperse. "Maybe we could learn a thing or two."

TLDR: What if Paris isn't satisfied with Ladybug and Chat Noir as their heroes so they get an opportunity to be heroes themselves?

[swagmagussupreme]

@whiterose-fans-blog White Rose in Bloom, Day 8: Free day

I, uh... thought it would be cute to do something like my christmas oneshot, just putting all the rubys and weisses from Knights of the White Rose, Darkening Horizons, and Biotechnical Engineer, but... uh... it ended up sad. whoops. sorry for anyone who doesn't have the context for these, but the idea hit me and i ran with it. c'est la vie.

cw for suggestive content, mentioned drug abuse/addiction, and mentions of all the shit that's in Darkening Horizons/Twilight Concerto. Spoilers for all of them, too, and this obviously isn't canon to these stories lol. If only.

At this point, Weiss wasn't really weirded out by anything— losing an arm does that to you— so when she slid into a booth between two Weisses, it didn't even feel like anything. She'd already had that Christmas thing with ol’ medieval-Weiss, but the third one was different. She was, like… a robot. She had spindly robot legs and porcelain doll-looking arms, and her voice (which had the heaviest High Atlesian accent of them all) did a weird double tone sometimes.

And with three Weisses came three Rubys, which was considerably less weird than the robot-Weiss. Old-timey Ruby was much more scarred in the face, now— moreso than everyone at the table, combined— and wore the third Ruby’s big canvas coat over what was a pretty fucking skimpy tunic. She seemed distantly troubled.

And the third Ruby was just… older, like Weiss³ was, and a little closer to the thick side than the other ones. She didn’t even have any visible marks or old wounds on her. What was weird was how many obscene, worryingly dark hickeys and bite marks were glaring out from her neck and collar, taunting the other Weisses in their virginity. Weiss Prime stared at Weiss³, searching for any similar marks.

She didn't see any, at least for a bit. Then she blinked. She blinked harder, wiping her eyes. Had… had she purposefully failed to fully conceal the giant, hand-shaped bruises around the entirety of her throat. What the fuck was wrong with these freaks!

Weiss swallowed, shuffling in her seat. Weiss³ stared at her smirkingly. Old-timey Weiss looked at the woman’s neck with pure, genuine confusion. 

Ruby— her Ruby, Ruby Prime, eyepatch and all— smiled awkwardly before pulling the menu up to her face. Weiss blinked, her mind tugged by a little realization.

“Wait, aren't I supposed to be a hostage? Why am I here?”

The other Weisses gave her a look of horror. The other two Rubys did, too, but Ruby Prime was the only one to speak with a surprisingly humored snort. “Yeah, and I'm supposed to be going through a whole magic-curse-DID-type thing to cope with all the trauma and the horrifying visions of the future that I'm regularly assaulted with— you would hate my alter.”

Weiss blinked. Weiss blinked. Weiss blinked.

Two Rubys blinked. 

“But let's not think about—”

“I just killed someone,” medieval-Ruby stated, her voice coming low out of her silence. “Well, he died and I let it happen on purpose. Then I, uh… might have gone mad. Slashed his neck.” She tightened the coat around herself. “He killed mom. Even if mom was bad, he… he killed her.”

“I developed a craving for sap,” that Ruby’s Weiss said, her voice strange, affected by some kind of tremor or something. Weiss looked at her hands and noticed they had an underlying quiver, then got to watch as that Weiss pulled her cheek aside, displaying four giant fangs slicing from her gums on one side, replacing her top and bottom canines and their neighboring incisors, with a matching set of four more on her other side. “It's a magical substance from the Forever Fall, I imbibed too greedily and it shifted my body. Now I'm afflicted by a compulsion towards it. It is… not pleasant.”

“Holy shit,” Weiss Prime mused, leaning closer with Weiss³ to get a closer look at her fangs— and they were fangs, and they were— “Badass!”

Fang-Weiss reeled. “Wh-what? Bad… what? What does that mean!”

“Geil!” Weiss³ added, getting an immediate nod followed by intense confusion from Weiss Prime.

“Sprichst du—” Weiss shook her head and interrupted herself, focusing instead on her old-timey counterpart. She shook her shoulder, her expression in its best attempt at genuine encouragement. “You can beat this addiction! Your fangs are cool as hell!”

She looked to Ruby Prime for approval, only to be surprised by mirrored approval from all three Rubys— a doting smile, a warm silver gaze— and it was all kind of too much. She couldn't help herself, okay! She was still a teenager! So what if the thought of all three Rubys at once was enough to make her blush! Gods, she was worse than Weiss³!

After a period that really shouldn't have been so long, a server swung by the table— a tall guy with caramel skin, black hair tied back in a tight ponytail, and black cat-ears. The pre and post-Rubys reacted the quickest and most smoothly— the most scarred Ruby merely raised her brows before shrugging without worry, and the least scarred Ruby only gave the faunus’ features a passing glance before realizing she had a menu to order from.

The Weisses reacted… differently, to say the least. Perhaps the fanged Weiss hadn't noticed Blake’s faunus features before, but nobody had said anything about the weird elf-looking Blake, either, so she stared in pure shock at the guy’s cat ears. Robo-Weiss openly glared at them like they'd jump out and bite her, and not in the fun way that she clearly enjoyed. The server returned their wary looks, but took the unanimous, mouthed apologies from the prime couple as a good excuse to leave, with a last request of waters being called out by Ruby Prime.

“Vat in ze fuck vas zat?” Weiss³ (which Weiss realized was like ice-cube, which made her kinda miss Yang’s jokes, which made her realize Yang was probably having a nasty six-way with all her Blakes and Yangs, which made her gag) spat. “I thought zose people vere extinct!”

Weiss cringed into a singularity. 

“Cool it on the racism, babe,” Rube-cubed smoothly advised, and wow her voice was… wow. “Things are different here. Better, right?”

She sent a questing look to eyepatch-Ruby, which was answered with an unfortunate wince. “Ehhhhhh?” she tepidly said. “Not… really? Not at all? Better than extinct, but… I mean, racism’s obviously super bad and looked down upon, but, like, realistically? Yeah it's bad.”

“Ah, you hear that?” Ruby³ said, smirking at her own partner. “It's bad. No racism, Weiss.”

“But—”

“Babe! They're literally extinct! They’ve only ever lived in our history books!” Ruby hissed, keeping her voice quiet but still hot. “Give ‘em some slack, okay?”

Weiss-cube huffed, but crossed her metal arms and begrudgingly nodded. Her Ruby offered a smile in return. That seemed to mull her over.

“But what was that?” Weiss’ medieval clone asked, her voice hushed. 

“Who,” Weiss Prime gently corrected. “And he is a faunus. Sort of a, uh…” oh wow ‘animal-person’ would sound super racist. “A person with… different… features?”

She gave her girlfriend a beseeching glance. Ruby rolled her eyes fondly. “You can say animal features, babe. Like, they are the features that are shared between faunus and animals. Cat ears, tails, claws, et cetera.”

Oh fuck, she called her ‘babe’, and just like the hot Ruby— the other Ruby! Not hot! Her Ruby was hot! 

Weiss’ brain had a minor internal meltdown, during which time she vaguely could hear another conversation between her Ruby and the old-timey Weiss.

“So, you guys don't have faunus?”

“Non.”

“Then your Blake is…”

“Fay.”

“And what's that? An elf?”

Ruby-cubied piped up loud enough to shock Weiss out of her blushing reverie, almost shouting, “Your Blake’s an elf?”

That Weiss scrunched her face up tight enough to show her fangs. “Non? She is a fay. From the fay realm, the Shimmer.”

Weiss Prime, fresh off a cognitive blending, stupidly asked: “Did you hate her, too?”

The fanged Weiss shrank into herself, wincing as if her words had been a physical strike. “Er… yes. I did. But she hates me more, and for good reason. We— my family— have done terrible things to them. I fear I will never grasp the true extent of what harm I have given them.”

The scarred Ruby leaned forward and captured her hand between her own, her face soft with an unguarded, gentle loving that Weiss had never seen— not even from her own Ruby. It made her envious. 

“Weiss,” that mangled Ruby said smoothly, then: “‘Babe,’” with a look seeking approval from the other Rubys, getting thumbs-up and big grins. “It's really not your fault. You're making amends now.”

Weiss only pursed her lips tight, making the bumps over fangs obvious against her mouth. She didn't seem as eased as Weiss Prime would've been.

The server returned with a round of waters, getting no more bewildered looks from old-timey Weiss and no more glares from Weiss³, and left after the one-eyed Ruby requested more time to order. The couple cubed took to their menus without issue. Ruby Prime leaned across the table and offered to share a plate of sliders, which her girlfriend agreed to with only a little bit of disdain.

Weiss leaned back into the booth and watched her Ruby explain what a menu was and how it worked to the illiterate, medieval Ruby, who also needed help understanding what all the food items were. She felt a warm smile crawling over her lips. That was her girlfriend. Her girlfriend. Even if they'd been officially together-together and in each other's presence for less than a day, Ruby was her girlfriend. Finally. She could just lean over the table and kiss her. She could do that. She would. She was doing—

“Er, Weiss? Me?”

The Weiss with fangs poked her in the side, her face thoroughly twisted with confusion. “Weiss Prime,” Weiss summated, using what she already did in her own head.

“I am not going to call you that,” Ren-Faire Weiss said. “What do I do with this?”

She waved her menu. It flopped like a dead fish. Weiss felt like an idiot. “Oh, uh… it's food. It's all food, listed with its ingredients and calorie count beneath each item.”

“What is a… cal-or-ee?”

“Don't worry about that,” Weiss waved her off, pointing to the menu. “You'll probably want something like this. It's a salad. Leafy greens—”

The Weiss with two normal arms scowled. “I know what a salad is.”

“Oh, er…”

“I want to know what un cheese-burger is. What is ‘burger?’”

Weiss cringed at the thought of such a virgin stomach handling that level of grease. “Uh… not something you want. Just trust me on the salad, its—”

The fanged Weiss shot out a finger, and Weiss suddenly found her lips sealed under a painfully cold layer of ice. “Non. I will be trying it.”

Weiss tried to pull the ice off, to no avail. She sent a pleading look to her Ruby, who returned a pitying smile before leaning towards the old-timey Weiss. She extended a hand towards the frazzled, white-haired girl, her smile smooth enough to make Weiss jealous. “Could you unfreeze my girlfriend? Her lips are, unfortunately, important to me.”

Weiss’ lips went from frozen to wet as melted ice sloughed down her face and into her shirt. Her cry was immediate: “Unfortunately?”

Ruby leaned back in her chair and snickered, then had to tip her head all the way back as mirth took her. “Your face! Omigosh, your face… oh… oh shit. Oh man. I love you.”

Weiss watched her girlfriend wipe her eyes on her cloak— the one she'd embroidered for Peaceday. It looked good on her. A distant melancholy staked Weiss’ chest, and she felt it crawling up her throat as she said: “I love you too.”

The exchange had been quiet. The other Rubys and Weisses were in their own conversations. The world was just between them. Ruby met her eyes. 

That lone silver was warm, but it was wet. Apologetic. Doleful. Longing. Ruby's scarred lips twisted down hard, locking any sobs in. She looked at her hands, her face twisted with shame, with guilt, with a thousand things she wanted to say, and with equal knowledge that none of it would matter once this farce ended. It would be her, alone with her trauma. Weiss, alone with her own.

What could Weiss possibly say? ‘Stay strong?’ ‘I love you?’ ‘Come for me?’ ‘I'm alone and I'm alive and I need you?’

“Alright, uhhh… grilled chicken salad and habanero quesabirria?”

Weiss jolted, so did Ruby. The server reached over them, passing the plates over their heads and towards Weiss and Ruby-cubed, respectively.

“Now the chili mango tacos and the, uh… jalapeño barbecue big-mouth cheeseburger deluxe with extra… everything? And no pickles?”

The stripey, marked face of scar-Ruby went wide at her own Weiss as she took the tacos. With a beaming, be-fanged grin, the girl took the giant, sloppy burger.

“And there ya go with those sliders.”

The miniature burgers hit the table a little too hard between Weiss and her partner, the sound making them both wince. The buns were normal. The meat was there. The fries existed.

Weiss and Ruby stared at their sliders like their gazes could meet through them. Neither reached for one of the burgers. Weiss took a fry, put it in her mouth, then took it out and put it in her lap. She'd never been less hungry.

“So, you can do magic too?” Medieval-Weiss asked, her entire lower face already drenched in brown barbecue sauce. She was, to Weiss’ genuine surprise, not detonating from what must be a million new flavors to her, including spice. Nobody before modern times had spice.

Weiss remembered she was a human and was supposed to use the gift of speech. “Uh, I suppose? My Semblance is glyph—”

“You're a half—”

“You have magic?” squeaked Weiss³. “Bullshit!”

Weiss looked at her in surprise. “Uh, we have Semblances?”

“I have magic,” the toothy one countered haughtily, earning her a thump on the shoulder from her own Ruby.

“It's called a Semblance,” Weiss Prime insisted.

“No,” corrected the two-eyed, many-scarred Ruby. “I have a Semblance. She has magic. True magic.”

The medieval (fantasy, apparently) Weiss brought up a couple fingers and levitated the ice cubes out of her glass, then somehow willed them into the shape of a hand with thumb and pinky extended, which she pointedly swept over the middle of her face. Her Ruby chuckled. 

“Wait,” best-Ruby said, raising one hand in a way that made Ruby³ reel— she probably saw the webbing of Aura-scars, bright red over her pale skin. “So you've got magic, and you've got a Semblance,” she pointed between old-timey Weiss and old-timey Ruby respectively, then to herself and her own Weiss. “But we've both got Semblances. What kinda dichotomy is that?”

“That's not what a dichotomy is,” Weiss Prime pointed out.

Ruby³ piped up bitterly: “Hey, what kinda dichotomy is you guys having magic and us having, uh, Weiss?”

“Einen Scheißdreck.”

“That's like ‘jack shit’, right?” asked the unscathed Ruby, leaning towards her robotic Weiss and stage-whispering.

“Ja, more or less,” that Weiss returned in the same conspiratorial tone. Ruby offered her a fist-bump, which she took with a giant smile that wasn't on her lips, but everyone could see it.

“You get robot-stuff,” Weiss countered, “though I guess we do too. I was supposed to, at least.”

The Weiss-cube looked at her and scowled, then at the Weiss on the open end of their table. In terms of natural limbs, they were ordered from most to least. “And vat did happen to Deinem Arm?”

“Ich schneide es.”

“Absichtlich?”

Weiss Prime scowled. “Ich will darüber nicht sprechen.”

Weiss³ shrugged. “Mein mech exploded. I am lucky ve recovered zis much.”

“Mech!” eyepatch-Ruby blurted. “You— you guys have mechs? Seriously? Like in—”

“Dein Anime, ja,” Weiss³ said sardonically, getting another one-eyed look of amazement. “Vat? Ve have anime, too.”

Weiss checked on the other two to see how they were coping with being left out of this conversation, only to catch a perfect view of her fanged clone clamping her fangs into the giant burger like an animal, with her respective Ruby staring, wide-eyed with a mouthful of taco and bright red splotches over her cheeks. 

Weiss let them have that weird moment, and went back to the convo just in time to hear her own Ruby asking: “Wait, so what do you two do?”

Weiss³ waved between herself and her redder half (fuck, she wished Yang were here), her tone warbling low. “Ich der Kapitän—”

Ruby³ interrupted her quickly. “She's in the— we’re in the military. She's the boss, I'm her technician.”

Ruby Prime perked up at that last word. “You're a technician?”

Weiss³ proudly nodded. “Ja. Meine girlfriend hat einen Masterabschluss!”

“I have a Master's Degree in Biotech Engineering,” the girlfriend translated, not sounding particularly happy or prideful about it.

“Biotech!” Ruby Prime exclaimed, her eyes glittering. “You mean, like, robot parts!”

“Biologically-integrated robot parts,” the other Ruby clarified, one hand stretching towards her robotic girlfriend. “Like Weiss. She's all biont now, no more robo-cybers; that shit's bad for ya.”

Ruby Prime looked at that Weiss, then her arms, and she stared for a long time at her arms. She turned to her older clone, her eyes sparkling. “You… and you…”

Ruby³ nodded slowly, comprehendingly. “You see it too?”

Ruby blushed, putting her observation of Weiss³ into a new context that Weiss, as her girlfriend, did not like! “He-eeeey,” she complained. “I'm gonna get a robot-arm, too! It'll be way hotter!”

Ruby Prime looked at her excitedly. “Ooooh, like with an extra finger? Or big arm-talons? Or, like, a big gun?”

Weiss reeled. “How… how're any of those things hot?”

Weiss³ let out a long, forlorn sigh. “Ah, Schwesterling, you just don't get it yet. But you vill,” she leaned in close, mouth to Weiss’ ear, her weird voice rumbling in dual tones. “You vill.”

Weiss slapped her away. “I am a minor!”

“And minors do not do zat kind of stuff in your day? For shame, you prudes.”

Cubey-Ruby snorted, “Says the one who—”

“What kind of stuff?” asked the fantasy-Ruby through a mouthful. Her Weiss was watching with rapt interest, even as she wiped her nasty face with a napkin. 

The four others went quiet. The sound of the diner washed away beneath their oppressive silence, all of it drowning out until Weiss³’s artificial parts could be heard whirring, clicking, shifting in place. The deadly silence was like molasses. Four minds churned, one question glowing orange like a hot brand to the frontal cortex:

‘Did medieval people know what sex was?’

“How're you guys liking it? Ready for dessert? Anything I can get?”

The waiter deflated all tension, and they were suddenly a flurry of compliments, thanks, and excited chittering about desserts. And the energy was infectious— it hit Ruby like a truck, that much was obvious— but it only took a few seconds for Weiss to develop an immunity. Her eyes landed on the sliders. Cold, soggy, untouched. Her tongue remembered none of the fry. She didn't ask for a to-go box, fearful that mentioning it would zap Ruby from her joy, knowing that it was pointless anyways. She wasn't really here.

She ordered some tiramisu for dessert, just so Ruby wouldn't feel bad in these scant final moments together. The others ordered… stuff. She didn't hear them. There was a ringing in her ears.

She'd fucked it all up. She really had. Everything these Rubys and Weisses had, all of it was gone for her. She'd been too scared to tell Ruby her feelings, too scared of retribution— not even denial— then time and time again, she chose to belay. She said it was for Ruby's sake, but she never gave Ruby the choice, waiting until her partner had to force it, had to say ‘god-damnit Weiss, let us have this!’ 

But it was too late, then. No time to be free together. Two kisses— one terrible, one amazing— and that was it. She was ripped away before they could even breathe together. Ruby was somewhere else, alone, vulnerable— not even herself, apparently. She had a hole in her soul that was begging for someone better than Weiss to fill it, and that bar wasn't very high. 

Weiss put tiramisu in her mouth and swallowed. It tasted like a cotton ball. The Weisses were talking to their Rubys, to each other, to her own special Ruby. The one who had one eye, because she lost it to save a bunch of lives, including Weiss’ own. The one who cut her arm off. The one who made something special, with her own hands, just for her.

The one who wasn't actually talking to the other Rubys. The one who stared at Weiss, one silver eye brimming. Her lips were straight and scarred; Weiss remembered how they felt to kiss. She didn't deserve even that. She'd played the poor girl until her strings broke, and now she was all alone with bags under her eyes and a grim ring of redness within them. She looked like she hadn't slept in days. She looked like she'd never sleep again.

It didn't have to be this way.

Weiss pushed herself out of the booth with a broken ‘excuse me’ as she stormed out of the restaurant. She couldn't feel herself crying, but she knew she was. She could just feel her feet on the ground, and an ache in her right wrist. She stood in the street and tried to stretch a joint that wasn’t there anymore.

It was night, and it was dark. She couldn't see too far down either side of the road. Her vision watered.

“Weiss?”

“I'm sorry,” she said miserably. “I… I fucked it all up, Ruby, I—” her voice cracked. “I'm sorry.”

An arm came around her shoulders, then another one followed around her waist as Ruby circled around her front. She brought them both to their knees on the asphalt. Weiss burrowed her face into the other girl’s neck. Ruby did the same.

“I'm sorry,” she sobbed again. “I didn't… I didn't think things would….”

“I miss you,” Ruby wept in turn, crying even harder, her jaw straining so hard that Weiss felt it against her neck. “I miss you so much, Weiss, I… I can't. I can't. I can't do this without you, I can't do any of this, it's— it's—” she heaved another wet sob against her partner’s throat. “It's so much. And— and everyone tells me to move on, not to worry, that it'll be okay, but they don't get it!”

Ruby’s hands scrambled frantically over her back, grabbing desperate fistfuls of fabric. Another sob ground out of her throat.

“I'm. Still. There,” Ruby groaned, her voice hitching, breathing like each lungful would be her last. “I'm still… I'm haunted, Weiss! I— I see things, I'm going crazy, I— I— I—”

Weiss hugged her tight, clutching her like she could physically hold the girl together.

“I can't do it anymore,” she admitted, sagging. “I couldn’t. I couldn't do anything anymore, Weiss, I— I'm falling apart, piece by piece by— by fucking piece!” An ugly wail rocked Ruby bodily, and she held her partner like a lifeline, like Weiss was all she had left. “I couldn't do it! I— I— I tried… to…”

Ruby’s voice shook with horror, with tearful dread. Weiss hugged her tighter, she breathed deep, she listened. “Tried what?”

Ruby told her.

Weiss pushed her away, both of them knee-to-knee on the street. The air was quiet. No cars came. There wasn't any sound. Ruby couldn't look her in the eyes.

“You… you're lying.”

Ruby shook her head.

“No.”

Ruby said nothing, did nothing. She just knelt there, limp, and noiselessly sobbed.

Weiss put her hand to Ruby’s cheek, then her chin, fighting the girl’s meager resistance to force her face up. She searched her features for signs, the things Ruby did whenever she lied— the quirk in her eye, the way she blinked— and found nothing but frozen, terrible truth. Her voice felt so thin when it came out, so weak, just like she'd always been. And now Ruby was… this. A victim. Of herself, of Weiss. 

“Why?”

Ruby said nothing. She shook her head, tears climbing from her cheek to Weiss’ thumb. 

She had done everything wrong. She'd already ruined it. Since it couldn't get any worse, Weiss kissed her.

Her lips tasted like salt. 

[littlelesbinonny]

The Devil's Den

Chapter 42: In Which The Daylight Is Dawning Pt. 3

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

::!TW!:: Depiction of self harm, but not in an unaliving way.

The concrete was still wet but it was setting quickly.

Without thinking twice you rushed past everyone in your way and dug your fingers into the mixture, prying and pulling and digging with all your might, but it was so thick and cold it was freezing your fingers. The bite of that icy cold was rendering your efforts to stall.

A large hand grabbed your forearm gently and pulled you back.

"It's ok, just relax," Karl assured you, a crooked smile meeting your visage full of panic, "I brought my favorite toys!" He exclaimed, dropping the huge bag off his shoulder, "explosives! Never know when you need 'em, right hot shot?"

Somehow his lack of, or refusal to show worry and concern helped calm your nerves for the most bizarre unknown reason. He seemed so sure of himself and it was comforting. At least someone was.

You were about to respond to Karl but Angie came flying down the stairs like a bat out of hell, which shocked you because you don't remember her disappearing at all.

"We gotta blow the fuckin' door NOW!!" She yelled, nearly slamming into Donna to stop herself, "I just came from the control room - " she paused and flashed her hands covered in blood, "mutants - the sun is already entering the silo! They have 10 minutes tops!"

Everything around you became unintelligible as they all began to speak at once. You sank into yourself as something else grabbed control of the wheel. A sudden flood of warmth ensnared you and your eyes shot up.

"The setup takes time and care! These bombs aren't ready-made - this isn't fuckin' McDonalds!!" Karl shouted, "If I blow this willy nilly the whole motherfuckin' tower might collapse!

"Are the tops of the silos accessible above ground?" you inserted quickly, "I can try to block out the sun from up there, buy us all some time."

There was really only a split second everyone was silently looking at you, then Karl sprung a giant grin on his face.

"She's a fuckin' genius, I know why Alcina likes her - c'mon fairy wings, let's go!"

Karl shoved everything he was holding in Dmitri's arms and patted him roughly on the shoulder, "you 'member the schematics, right? Lefty-loosey, righty-tighty, all that jazz, just don't push the splodey button until the amp light goes blue!"

You had no idea what the fuck he was talking about but you sure hoped Dmitri did, because Karl offered no more explanation or clarification and was grabbing your arm and hauling you through more of the underworld maze before you could blink.

Everything was in utter disarray as the two of you scrambled through the tunnels and corridors and passageways galore. There was plenty of carnage along the way too; dead bodies (mainly mutants to your relief) were splayed about here and there, the evident battle a chilling reminder that you were a very mortal being in a very deadly environment. Still, your mind was occupied with Alcina more than anything. The haste to squeeze every last drop out of every second to make them count giving you unwavering focus now.

Would there be anything to actually cover the silo opening? 

Would you be too late?

The thoughts had to come to a screeching halt as a very rickety metal ladder now faced you and Karl to the top of the particular part of this run down old building.

"Up ya go, sugar. That door to the left of the platform takes us right to the roof of the building."

You didn't need to be told twice.

Without further delay you took to the ladder and climbed, not bothering to wait for Karl, though he was right behind you. You ran down the even wobblier metal mesh platform and shoved your way through the almost rusted shut door, falling out into the bright sunlight. It was blinding and you covered your eyes as you eagerly searched for the silo top, finding it not too far off to the right of where you'd entered.

Karl was already on his way there and you followed, finding there to be a thick metal grate welded to the top of the wide silo opening. While this would make it easier to place things on to seal out the sun from below, you needed to find something to put there.

Your eyes couldn't help to gaze down the long dark tunnel below. You so wanted to be able to take time to see if you could see Alcina but this was the last time and place to doddle. 

Karl was already running about on the roof, looking for anything that he might be able to use for a shield against the sun, but there was barely anything worth having.

Displaced 2x4's, scrap metal not larger than a few feet wide or long, and the flooring to the roof was too secure to rip up either.

The sun was progressing. You were not.

As you were about to splay yourself over the grate, which really was far too large for just your body to make a difference, you heard and felt a familiarity come swooping in.

Your crows came cawing and flapping, landing next to you on the broad edge of the silo. 

You almost cried. 

Ebony was the first to hop to you and eye you curiously as if waiting for instruction.

"C-can you - can you all cover this and stop the sunlight from getting through down below?" 

Without so much as a pause, Ebony and the other five crows hopped onto a piece of rebar that made up the grate, spread their wings meticulously and created the most perfect make-shift wing umbrella you'd ever seen, completely blocking out all sunlight from below.

Several tears of relief went strolling down your freezing cheeks and you smiled, "thank you, thank you!" you whimpered, reaching out without thinking to stroke each of their heads with love and appreciation. In turn, to your surprise, you received tiny coos and purrs.

"I'll yell up to you from below when you can leave - thank you! I owe you all the croissants!"

A clatter pushed you back to the present and you looked behind you. Karl was standing there with the most 'what the literal fuck is happening' look on his face. The clattering seemed to be the large bit of scrap metal he had found somewhere along the line falling to the roof from his grasp. He just stood there, cock-eyed and slack-jawed.

There was little time for gawking. You rushed back over to him, wrapping your arms over your chest as the awareness of how damn cold it was up there smacked you across the face.

"The fuck was that?!" he blurted as the silent agreement to head back to the underground was put to action.

"Uh, well, they're my friends?" 

Yeah it sounded weird but you were literally talking to a lycan so, this was the farthest from the strangest thing that's ever happened in your life.

Karl chuckled loudly as he slammed the door behind him and the scaling of the ladder began once more. He grabbed the comm at his hip and radioed Dmitri, "you're clear to blow the son of a bitch, we, er fae-bae here got the top covered!"

"Copy. Charge still setting." 

"I'm gunna really look forward to getting to know you, bird-whispering fairy child - you are interesting as fuck," Karl mused as he led you back through the labyrinth of the underground.

You couldn't help but give him a look as he gave you a glance of his own, "fae-bae?" you inquired with a raised eyebrow.

He cackled, "get used to it; nicknames are my specialty. You outta hear some of the ones I have for your woman."

Your woman. 

Yes, she was your woman and you were hers. Even in this dire circumstance that gave you a blanketing warmth. And so many flooding emotions came from this and the enveloping of it was giving you more strength to carry on. This tidal wave of memories and feelings weaved through you and sewed you together for whatever lie ahead; you were ready; you were ready.

"Somehow I'm sure she has plenty for you as well; I may or may not have heard a few," you tested playfully.

"Oh yeah?" he asked just as the two of you were turning down another corridor, unfortunately being met with a rogue mutant far from the herd.

Karl's reflexes kicked in immediately and he shoved you out of the way into the neighboring wall, drew his gun as he kicked the mutant in the chest and began to blast. But it didn't go down as fast as the others had. It rose and charged Karl again. This time it was met by Karl's large fist to the face, the butt of the gun to the top of its head, and as soon as he put more distance between them, shot at it again and again. It only snarled and shrieked with rage and lunged once more.

You took this moment to test your magick, just to be sure you had the grip on it like you felt you did.

While Karl was almost getting bested in this fight, you hunkered down on the floor against the wall and held out your palms, focusing on the mutant with the need to protect, like you had with Malka. And you'll be damned if it didn't start to slow down, sputter, and stall as the sensation of prickly stinging numbness flowed through you. 

As Karl went to make his final blow with a gun barrel between the eyes, you saw the blood swelling in the mutant's eyelids before the bang went off.

It dropped like a bag of rocks and you smirked wickedly.

Yes, you were very much in control. Good. Because you wholeheartedly planned on killing Mother Miranda as soon as you had the chance.

You were slowly uncrouching from your spot when you realized Karl was yet again looking at you like you had become a tiny green alien in the last five seconds.

"Wh - what - the fuck? D-did you help me, did you do that??? Is that what you did to Mother Miranda? Do you just like - fry bodily circuitry or some shit?!"

You shrugged, feeling a little self-conscious, "I'm not entirely sure? I don't know what my magick does exactly. My friend calls it 'mind EMP'."

Karl burst out laughing and holstered his gun, offering his arm to you as you both stepped over the dead body, "Hoooly heyseuss kreestoose! We need a couple hundred of you to keep around; you're useful in a fight. Keep your bag of tricks handy, just don't mind EMP any of my bombs or electronics, ok?"

Your surroundings were becoming more familiar as the disjunct conversation was becoming quieter, and as the two of you made it down the same set of stairs you came in, you heard Dmitri's voice holler; "Charge is hot - cover!".

A loud pop echoed followed by a sharp bang that stung your ears, followed by a reverberating miniature shock wave that knocked you into the wall.

The view was a relief to your whole system.

Through the small puff of rising smoke and settling dust, the archway that had been sealed up was open and the entry inside was dark.

Donna was the first to climb over and through the rubble to get inside, Dmitri second, Angie remained outside the debris grinning like a mad-woman as she saw the two of you approach. You were set to head in as well but Karl grabbed you and held you steady.

"Hold on, let them bring her out."

He said as if he could read your damn mind.

From inside the hollow dark silo you could hear muffled, raspy female voices barely conversing with Donna. Several clangs and what seemed to be chains dropping to the stone floor echoed through, and then shuffling as Alcina's three girls were brought out first.

You'd heard Alcina talk about them at length, and even as defeated and worn as they looked, they were even more beautiful still than Alcina had described to you. Several bickering emotions decided to show their faces, but being overtaken by fear, uncertainty, and like the weird boyfriend mom brings home after divorcing dad and trying to make nice with the kids was not something you could deal with. This was not your place at all.

They were too tired to notice you anyway, and Donna had immediately dug through her bag and handed each of them what you deduced to be bags of blood to drink.

Everyone's attention now lie at the mouth of the silo once more, bated breaths waiting for Alcina's arrival.

Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest and through you whole body you felt like you were actually pulsing. Time felt so stupidly slow as you waited, as everyone waited, until Dmitri emerged with a limp, bloodied, grey-skinned Alcina in his arms.

Your feet molded to the ground. You couldn't force your muscles to move. She looked in a way you never ever wanted to see; dead.

Her once cream colored blouse was shredded and stained with crimson. Her skin slashed and gouged from each whip lashing. Dried blood covered her upper body, down her arms, splattered haphazardly around her neck, and some of her very sunken face. 

Everything fell to the pit of your stomach. You couldn't breathe, you couldn't think. The shock of what you were looking at immobilized you.

Dmitri carefully laid her down on the ground. You realized then how quiet it was as every little sound of the shuffling of fabric against skin and stone was almost violently loud in your ears.

The state of Alcina's shirt gave her barely a hint of modesty in its tatters, the very stark contrast of her black bra glaring against the cream, grey and red. And you could see then a very deep, ugly wound just below her sternum. A stab wound. One that gave you an ill remembrance of a story she once told you, and a scar you can recall all too vividly on her side. You don't know how you knew, but you knew.

Donna was immediately retrieving another bag of blood, hooking a tube to the opening at the top, hunkering down at Alcina's side and carefully placing the article to her dry, thin parted lips. She began to squeeze the liquid from the bag as her daughters gathered around their mother as the blood was administered.

Cassandra and Daniela held tightly to Alcina's hands as Bela propped her head and upper body up to help the blood flow down her throat.

You were frozen in your place. Still barely breathing. Making deals with unknown deities for your lover's recovery.

Karl sensed your disconcerted demeanor and carefully wrapped his arm around your mid back and pushed you forward so you could see.

Still, you could hardly move or force a reaction as the painful suspense dug its claws into your heart.

If she died, or was already gone, you could not fathom what the future would even look like.

You could not fathom a world... your world... without her in it.

Through the deep concentration of draining bag after bag of blood into their Matriarch, Donna thoroughly checked Alcina's forehead, throat, cheeks, and chest for something you couldn't understand. Warmth, maybe? Any sign of life? And the more this went on the worse the lines became in Donna's lovely face.

"It's not... it's not changing her state," she blurted, quite upset, tossing another empty bag with contempt across the hall, "her blood loss is too great, I don't have enough reserves with us to help her the way she needs - we need to get her to a medical bay immediately."

"The city is far too overrun and we have no idea where Mother Miranda is, the risk is not in our favor."

"She will die if we don't!" Donna barked at Dmitri's warning, "our options are none as it stands right now; it is either the risk or her death - what's it going to be?"

Donna, Dmitri, the three girls and Karl had a duel of exchanged silent looks until you couldn't stand the feeling of uncomfortable electricity sparking in your nervous system.

"Does anybody have a knife?" you asked, splitting the quiet, gaining everyone's attention, "My blood might help."

Donna blinked rapidly, "I've already given her six packs - she needs intravenous blood administration - "

"That blood isn't my blood. I'm not human, remember?"

Before another word could be exchanged, the sound of a switchblade flinging open could be heard and Angie stepped closer to the group, brandishing a sharp, shiny blade.

"Hi! Middle name's shiv, or shank," she grinned wildly, "er, should be anyway."

"Everybody move back," Cassandra chimed in, nodding at you briskly, "please, try."

The tension could not have been any tighter as you stepped forward and grabbed the knife from Angie, swiftly and precisely kneeling down next to Alcina as you rolled your sleeve up as far as it would go over your elbow. The sight of her this close made her condition all the more dire and you quickly placed the blade to the vein in the crook of your elbow and punctured it. Bela propped Alcina as close to you as she could; you placed the spilling blood to her lips, and grasped her freezing cold shoulder for more support; Donna held to the other side of your arm to alleviate stress to the blood flow, and you all knelt there in great anticipation as the seconds ticked on. You so wanted to wrap her up in your arms and care for her like you would in your apartment, but you didn't dare in front of everyone, especially her daughters. You had to put on a strong, distant front.

Your arm began to ache as you were starting to feel a coolness set in, but you closed your eyes and held fast. You could smell the thick metallic of her dried blood all over her and it made you wince, thinking about the pain she must have endured, and how badly you wanted to make them all pay for this. It was consuming how violent you felt inside. 

After at least a minute, which felt more like fifteen, you felt a warmth engulf the crook of your elbow; Alcina's tongue.

Looking over almost dizzyingly quick, you could see her eyelids fluttering and a smile burst across your face. You let go of your breath and held even tighter to Alcina as you felt her begin to drink voluntarily, her shoulder was no longer freezing cold and something even warmer than her tongue sprung loose inside you.

"It's working." You said softly, hearing the rest of the collective sighs of relief echo through the area.

Where Alcina had been in the dark, bleak confines of her mind before she felt life tingling inside her again was a place she didn't wish to return to. While everything was still in slow motion, she could comprehend the beautiful sensation of the hot, rich, satisfying blood that was coursing through her mouth and down her throat as yours. What a way to come back from the brink of nothingness. Her strength was slowly waxing and her senses began to creep up, but the wounds she had endured were becoming more and more fitful in the fight to heal. Your blood was vigorous and relentless and Alcina knew when the dam burst, the pain and brutal retaking of her body would be unpleasant at best.

And that moment was now.

Like an army breaking through battle lines, Alcina's body, at the mercy and aid of your blood, began to heal and reanimate itself with ferocity. Yanking her head back from wherever she had been feeding off you, Alcina cried out as the excruciating sensation of being reborn pummeled every sense in her body. It burned. It itched. It spasmed. It cracked and broke and then spilled out and over into a soothing warmth and numbness as some normalcy seeped back in.

With fluttering lids, she opened her eyes to see every face that was near and dear to her heart.

You. Her daughters. Donna. Dmitri. Angie. And, yes, even Heisenberg.

Bela, with the help of her sisters, scooted Alcina back towards the wall and sat her upright there. The three of them fawned over her through quiet whimpering relief as they clung to her with secure embraces.

"Shhh, Sunt aici. Sunt aici," she cooed, "iubitele mele, suntem cu toții aici."

(Shhh... I'm here. I'm here - my loves, we are all here.)

As you were being aided by Donna quickly wrapping your arm with a tight bandage, Alcina's slate colored eyes found yours and she offered you the most endearing smile you think you had ever seen in your life. It was a knowing smile. A proud smile. A smile that wordlessly said thank you in a way no language on the planet could express.

"Looong live The Real HBIC!" Angie shouted, accompanied by a short celebratory dance, "Woooooo yeah! That's what I'm talkin' 'bout! Now when the fuck can we go kick the rest of the smelly ass down here?!"

Well, the tender moment was short lived.

"Ang, please," Donna huffed, trying her best to stifle her smile, "Alcina still needs more nourishment and we need the rest of a plan."

"I'm with Angie," Karl butted in, giving Alcina a tip of his hat, "we got hot shot mind melter and our Matriarch back, let's go whoop some ass."

It wasn't so much bickering as it was very energetic clashing of ideas, but as they all spoke above you animatedly, you and Alcina once more stole calm, loving glances at the other through Donna shoving more blood bags in her face to drink and her daughters clinging to her for dear life, until a clobbering sound from the other stairwell shot everything into a halt.

Unceremoniously came a plump, sheepishly hunched figure from the shadows.

Salvatore Moreau slowly slipped into the light and the sound that followed had everyone rattled to the bone.

The throaty, shrill shriek had come from none other than Donna herself.

The tiny brunette had sprung from the floor and charged the vampire in question, pinning him to the wall as she bore her teeth in utter fury; "TRAITOR!" She screamed, her hand around his throat with nails threatening to pierce his flesh, "YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS WITH YOUR LIFE! I KNOW YOU AIDED MIRANDA - I KNOW YOUR FILTHY LITTLE HANDS HAVE BEEN ALL OVER THIS TREACHERY AND I PROMISE TO MAKE YOU PAY FOR EVERY DISCRETION UNDER THE SUN!"

During Donna's rage, Angie had donned perhaps the most psychotic look of glee any of them had ever seen. Even Karl was a little unnerved as he watched the whole thing unfold. Alcina had risen from the floor, and she too had now a look of murder on her stoic face. Dmitri had joined her side and you were watching quite unsure what to do with yourself next to the wall. 

"Please!" He squeaked, holding up his hands shakily, "Please, just wait! I have information! Information about Miranda! The mutants! I come in truce!! I have information you need if you want to win this war!"

Donna snarled even louder as she sunk her claws into his neck, "Why should I believe you?!"

"Because! Because! I - I realize - I realize I made a huge mistake! I chose the wrong side! PLEASE you must trust me!"

Karl carefully and hesitantly nudged the deranged looking Angie, "you uh... wanna do something about your sister?"

Angie's big eyes glanced at Karl momentarily, "oh... oh yeah!"

And she was off like a bolt, knife in hand accompanied by a cackle.

"No, n-not like that!" he huffed, dropping his head to rub at at exasperatedly, "I meant to stooop her from killing him, not help - oh Jesus fucking Christ what's the use." he muttered to himself.

Now Salvatore was at the mercy of two very deadly Beneviento sisters. His face showed every ounce of his dread as his big beady eyes shot from one sister's face to the next, knees quivering as he swallowed with struggle. 

"P-please, please, listen... I want to help," he swallowed once more through Donna's claws and Angie's knife pressed to his jugular.

Donna was still seething but paused, taking time to calculate and reason with her own rage before clicking her tongue loudly, "Alcina? Your call."

You blinked hastily as you watched with eagerness, noticing the very elegant and nonchalant movements of Alcina as she folded her arms over her chest.

"Bring him to me." 

She commanded with a dominance that made you weak in the knees.

He was yanked from the wall, drug to Alcina and thrown at her feet. He showed no signs of struggle or the urge to flee for his life, which in your humble opinion, would have been a smart move.

Alcina glowered down at him and pursed her lips, looking more and more like herself as the minutes passed.

She placed her hands on her hips swiftly which made him jerk in fear, but she remained unmoved, "it's a little late in the game to be switching sides, don't you think?" she snapped.

"My Lady," he quivered, bowing his head sharply, "please, My Lady, I am a coward and I will not deny it. Mother Miranda offered me falsity. Her lies I thought were truths became apparent the moment she made her move. It is never too late to redeem oneself from the side of tyranny. Please, let me tell you what I know, you will not defeat her otherwise."

"You seem awfully sure of this," Alcina bit.

"That is because, as Donna has said, I have been part of this from the beginning."

Silence permeated the area once more as all focus went to Alcina. Her eyes never left the sniveling man at her feet.

"Then speak."

The next several minutes was a verbal vomit of information that had everyone pretty fucking shocked.

Mother Miranda, in her psychotic search for perfection, had begun breeding and mutating parasites nearly ten years ago to infect fledglings to whatever end to make them into the mindless, deadly, stealth machines that had invaded their city. Salvatore explained her brutal trial and errors and the horrific mutations that had gone wrong and how simply she discarded vampire after vampire like a broken toy. How that when she had perfected the mutation to her liking as it stood now, she infected herself with the queen parasite DNA that gave her the complete control over the hive-mind of the vampires she controlled. When she is at her peak strength and ability, they are the deadliest creatures known to any vampire or lycan imaginable. But therein lies the Achilles heel to this creation.

"I had hypothesized it well enough in my own mind, but it wasn't until I realized you," he stated, nodding to you in the midst of everyone else, "had escaped and in the attempt wounded Mother Miranda, that the so-called hive mind did in fact falter. If Mother Miranda is vanquished, they become unarmed. They will have had their tie to their very reason for existence severed, hence, they will have no direction and they will quite literally be living statues. So, in order to win this fight, you must keep Miranda's strength at a bare minimum. You must keep her down. Otherwise, at full strength, there will be none left alive in the underground."

Once more, Salvatore's eyes returned to you, "whatever you have done to her, she is still recovering. In all my many years of serving Mother, I have never seen any foe deal such damage the way you have," his focus went back to Alcina, "but she is recovering, that is the part that is the most important. If you want to win this you need to act quickly and hastily. Your lycans and vampires have done much damage to many mutants, but at their best, ten of your men cannot best even one of them."

Not even fifteen seconds had passed before Karl was clapping and rubbing his hands together eagerly, "Aight, so, lessss go?" he gestured shamelessly towards the staircase.

"Not without more of a plan," Dmitri growled, "if Miranda is getting stronger we can't run out there guns blazing the way you like it, we'll start losing too many too fast."

Alcina sucked the last drop of blood from the last pack and threw it aside with a sharp sigh, "We haven't the time for planning. I need to find Miranda and bring her down."

"You can't do that alone," Donna added, "please let Angie and I help you."

"No, I need you both in the field - Angie I need your stealthy expertise to be the eyes and ears for the troops, can you do that?"

Angie nodded, "fuck yeah."

"Heisenberg, I need you, your men, and your explosives rigged in the best and most efficient way possible when that bitch begins to falter. Can you do that?"

"Roger!"

"Dmitri, I need you and your men ready to back up the lycans in their wave of attacks and whatever tricks lie in that brilliant military brain of yours, can I count on you?"

"Always, My Lady."

Alcina's eyes skimmed over you with a wink and settled on Donna and her girls, "and you three... I want Ethan and Mia captured. Alive. Make that happen."

Her daughters beamed with a wicked glint in their eyes, "yes mother," they all replied.

"Karl, arm them to the teeth."

Grabbing his chest in the most dramatic way possible, Karl staggered back and looked up at Alcina with a silent gasp, "y-you called me Karl! Oh my god, did y'all hear that? She called me Karl. See that? Near death experiences change a person. It's like she likes me or something."

Alcina narrowed her eyes, "keep it up and I won't like you again."

Karl beamed and straightened his hat.

Donna was still less than sold.

"I don't want you facing her by yourself."

"You'll be doing something much more important for me," Alcina smiled warmly, "you'll be protecting her," she motioned over to you.

You almost did a double take, "uh, sorry, not to be disrespectful but no, I'm coming with you."

"Like hell you are," Alcina retorted furrowing her brows, "this vampire in question is hellaciously unpredictable and deadly -"

"And off her rocker - yeah I know," you interrupted, "we've met personally and I escaped her."

Her face dropped cold, "you what?"

"Yeah, you haven't been brought up to speed!" Karl waltzed over, shouldering you playfully, "your fae-bae here escaped Miranda's sticky lil fingers after mind blasting her ass - pretty impressive if I do say so myself. I got first hand experience with her magick when she helped me fight off a mutant before we came and saved you. I uh, I'd reconsider taking the nuclear bombshell with ya," he winked at you, "two hell cats are better than one, baby! AND she's got a legion of crows at her command or some shit, that's how we blacked out the silo."

"Oh shit!" you exclaimed, remembering you'd not released your crows from their post, "and technically, they're called a murder."

Smirking at Karl you jutted to your right, hopped your way over the rubble of the blown blockade and peered up into the silo. It was still completely dark and you smiled, "you all did wonderful!" you shouted up to them, your voice carrying loud and clear, "thank you Ebony, Ash, Onyx, Noir, Sidda, and Shade! Please get home safely and be warm!"

Their caws echoed down to you and one by one they took to the sky, leaving a remaining brightness from the clear sky now that the sun had passed.

When you returned to the hall, Karl was shaking his head with his arms folded over his chest.

"Named every one of 'em, did ya?"

You returned his grin, "and?"

Alcina's eyes went from Karl to you, back to him and then you again before she was able to really collect herself. There was a lot to digest right at this moment. She had to choose wisely as to what she was ready to take a bite of. The crow issue was last on her list, you and your powers were at the top of it, screaming.

The two of you had only briefly spoken about the changes you were going through before Donna showed up and everything promptly fell apart. She didn't want to believe you had grown so much and she'd missed it all, but she more less wanted to believe you weren't strong enough to go with her, risking your safety if it wasn't necessary.

"Draga..." she stated softly, "this is... this is not a danger I want you anywhere near ever again."

You watched as her hands carefully rested on your shoulders, eying you in that beautifully desperate way.

"Uhm... Mother?" 

Came a voice you'd not heard before.

"Poate nu ar trebui să te îndoiești de ea. Cum ai încredere în noi acum, poate că ar trebui să-i dai la fel." Cassandra stated with a knowing smile.

(Maybe you should not doubt her. As you trust us now, perhaps you should give her the same.)

Man, you needed to learn Romanian.

Whatever her daughter had said gave Alcina great pause. The smile she gave Cassandra made you smile by proxy, it was so genuine and soft.

Taking one last look at you, Alcina dropped her hands and turned to gather everyone's attention.

"I have faith in all of you. Go, quickly. Make this a battle that will be painted in remembrance for whatever outcome lies ahead of us. Let our valiance and spite be known. Violently."

She turned back to Donna and took a deep breath, "I would like you to make use of Moreau. If he makes one move you don't like, kill him. But if he is truly set to redeem himself, use whatever knowledge he has and exploit it to our every advantage."

Donna nodded somberly, "and... you are off to find Miranda?"

"Yes," Alcina smiled, "and I won't be going alone."

Two sets of beautiful eyes from two beautiful women now rested on you.

[elephantshoetoo]

Excerpt from "The Drawing Board":

(Chapter 7 of The Byler Files, vol. 3, by ElephantShoe. Now posted on AO3.)

(Everyone returns to their various research materials, reading quietly, with only the sound of Robin tapping a pen on her folder to infiltrate their thoughts. Side by side on the floor, Mike snuggles up to Will, resting his head on Will's shoulder. He sighs with contentment, a dreamy, far-away look on his face.)

MIKE (softly, to Will): Petunia.

WILL: Hmm…?

MIKE: That's what we should name her. 

WILL (glancing up from the sketchbook): Are you…? Uh... Wh-what? (Will sits up, eyeing Mike curiously.) Wait – you're… you're serious, aren't you? 

MIKE: Yeah. I mean, I know it's not happening now… Or, anytime soon, but… (He shrugs.) someday. 

WILL: Oh. Okay. Yeah. (He smiles tenderly at Mike and nods.) Petunia. I like it. 

MIKE: Yeah…? 

WILL: Yeah.

MIKE: Cool. We could call her…Pet? Or… or Toony? 

(Chuckling, Will leans in and kisses Mike's forehead, beaming at him with a goofy grin.)

MIKE: What…?

WILL: You're adorable. 

MIKE: Am I?

WILL: ‘Fraid so, yup. 

MIKE: Well, you're pretty cute, yourself. Especially now that you've got that… (He waves his hand in a circle towards Will's belly, grinning.) healthy pregnancy glow. 

(Laughing, Will pushes Mike over in retaliation and leans on him.)

MIKE (teasing): Hey, hey – no roughhousing in your condition, mister.

WILL (digging his knuckles into Mike's side): I'll show you my condition! 

(Mike shrieks and grabs Will's hand to stop the knuckling, pulling Will down on top of him while drawing the attention of everyone else in the room. They pause, lips mere inches apart, the electricity palpable. And then, passionately, they start kissing, because of course they do. The others all stare at them, then at each other, not altogether sure how to react to yet another impromptu make-out session.)

NANCY: Do we need to separate you two? (No response.) Hello…? 

WILL (still kissing): No… we'll, mmm… get back to work.

(They don't.)

NANCY: Today…? 

WILL: Ummm… sure. Soon. 

MIKE (still still kissing): Uh-uh. 

(Stubbornly, Mike locks his arms around Will's torso, refusing to let go.)

WILL (to Mike, chuckling): We'd, uh… we'd better stop before she gives us detention or something.

MIKE (holding on tighter): If it's detention with you… I'm willing to risk it. 

WILL: Babe, we do have a lot of work to do…

(Will wriggles free and locates the sketchbook that got kicked aside in the scuffle. Mike sits up and pouts, arms crossed.)

MIKE (to Nancy, sulking): Are you happy? You've corrupted my boyfriend. 

WILL (rubbing Mike's arm in commiseration): Just… think of it as one more thing I can make up to you later. 

(Will raises his eyebrows and bites his bottom lip temptingly.)

MIKE (perking up): Ooh, okay. 

(As Will goes back to perusing Henry's written thoughts, Mike gazes contemplatively at the whiteboard.)  

MIKE: Hey, I know what this drawing board needs…

(He gets up, grabs one of the dry erase markers, and sets to work. In the bottom left-hand corner, Mike doodles a little stick-figure drawing of two boys kissing – one with a bowl cut and the other with dark shoulder-length curly locks – surrounded by hearts and stars. Will looks up from the sketchbook, swooning a little as he watches Mike admiringly. He thinks to himself, “God, that boy is wonderful. And also, somehow… mine.” He smiles, overflowing with gratitude. Noting the doodle, Nancy makes a face.)

NANCY: Oh, because that's pertinent to the investigation…

MIKE: It is! That… (He points at the drawing.) is the very heart of why it matters.

ROBIN: He has a point… 

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Happy Byler Files Friday, everyone!

[liviavanrouge]

Friendly Brawl

Trey: *Chuckles then flinches in shock as the ground started to shake*

Student A: WH-WHAT'S GOING ON??!

Student B: WHY IS THE GROUND SHAKING??!

Lilia: *Turns and laughs* BE CAREFUL YOU TWO!!

Trey: *Turns and freezes, his eyes widening* Huh!!?

Livia and Malleus: *Brawling not too far from them, throwing hands with each other*

Trey: PIPSQUEAK!

Lilia: She's fine Trey, Malleus trained her to fight himself so her punches can hit hard when she does eventually end up fighting others

Trey: But-

Lilia: Relax, relax, these usually end with her winning or a draw

Trey: SHE CAN WIN AGAINST HIM?!

Malleus: *Dodges Livias punch, punching her in the stomach*

Livia: *Hits the ground then bounces up and lands on her feet, rushing Malleus with her body low to the ground*

Trey: THEY'RE ACTUALLY FIGHTING!

Lilia: Yes, I know.

Trey: ...Livia fights differently

Lilia: She's half jaguar, she's gonna fight like one, it's instinct for them

Livia: *Dodges a punch to her shoulder, weaving around Malleus then slashing his cheek then arm*

Lilia: Livias in her Beast Mode, so she needs physical fist to claw training.....or else she'll loose control of that side

Trey: This is normal then?

Lilia: Yep! Very! Don't worry I scold them after this!

Malleus and Livia: *Grapples across the ground, their eyes narrowed at the other*

Malleus: Aren't you too young to be hurting your elders?

Livia: Aren't you too old to be fighting a child, Mister so called future king?

Malleus: *Laughs and slams Livia down, putting her into a chokehold*

Livia: *Kicks her feet then sharpens her fangs, sinking them into Malleus' arm and forcing him to release her*

Malleus: *Shakes his arm off, looking unbothered by the bite* Gonna come at me?

Livia: *Leaps at a tree and pushes off, slamming into his shoulder and knocking him over, the two tumbling across the ground in a mess of fist and claws*

Trey: This is.....crazy!

Lilia: But needed for Livia to survive, Malleus himself knows that as well...

Lilia: But they have a lot of fun!

Livia and Malleus: *Laughs, grinning at each other, clashing again in a mess of claws and fists*

Trey: When does this end?

Lilia: At sunset, these two can go on for hours

Trey: WHAT??!

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Livia: *Lay's asleep in Malleus' arms, her chest gently rising in falling*

Malleus: *Carries her, a proud smile on his face* Ah, you've gotten better Beastie...

Lilia: Malleus!

Trey: That...was crazy...

Malleus: Apologies, I knew she wanted a training brawl because she took a swipe at my neck

Lilia: That's fine, but you know what happens next right?

Malleus: *Sighs* Yes...

Trey: *Blinks, wondering how scary Lilia's scolding could be*

[mysteryshoptls]

SR Jamil Viper Masquerade Dress Personal Story: Part 2

"With a little ingenuity"

(Part 1) Part 2

[City of Flowers]

―Topsy Turvy Festival, free-roam time

Jamil: Fascinating, there's still a lot to see here at the festival venue. I'm glad to have this free time to myself.

Jamil: I still have some time before the big show… Now, what should I do first?

???: Sh-Shoot… It feels like I'm about to drop everything.

Jamil: Hm? Oh that’s…

Jamil: Deuce… What are you doing, trying to balance all those little boxes in your arms?

Deuce: Ah, Viper-senpai! …Ack, oops, that was close! Oh, these? I bought a ton of gifts for everyone back in my dorm.

Jamil: Well, I see that, but… Why are you carrying them all by hand? You said you prepared a bag for them, right?

Deuce: Uhhh… Yeah, I did bring one but, I got it caught on a corner of one of the buildings and it ripped...

Jamil: Sigh… As a fellow representative of the same school, seeing you look so ungainly like that is pretty embarrassing. Here, I'll let you borrow this.

Deuce: This… is a scarf, though. What do I need it for?

Jamil: Just put a few of your gifts in the middle of the scarf.

Deuce: O-Okay. Here's a box of cookies and caramels, and a jam jar. Oh, and the pencil I received from Ashengrotto-senpai!

Deuce: And then I also have this shirt I bought for myself… But it looks like it won't fit. I'll hold on to this for now.

Jamil: If this is all you have, it should all fit. Then, you take the four corners of the scarf and twist and tie them like this…

Deuce: Oh, the tied-up ends of the scarf around the boxes became like a handle… Oh wow, it's like a bag!!

Jamil: If you carry it like this, you'll have your hands free, and you shouldn't have to worry about dropping anything.

Deuce: Thank you very much… This is a huge life-saver! Please let me buy you some juice as thanks.

Jamil: Don't worry about it. I don't need you to treat me for something like this.

Deuce: No, no, it'd be my pleasure… Uh, huh? The zipper on my wallet's stuck… Hrrrrnghh!

Jamil: If you try to pull it by force, you'll break it. I don't want to watch all your coins go everywhere when that happens. Give it to me.

Jamil: Guess I could use the cotton swabs and the paper soap here. I'll rub them together and transfer the grease from the soap onto the cotton swab.

Jamil: Then, I just have to rub the cotton swab against the part of the zipper that's catching…

Deuce: Woah, it opened… Thank you very much!

Deuce: I can't believe you could use that paper soap and cotton swabs like this. And I definitely didn't think that a scarf could be used for a bag.

Deuce: It's just like you said at the Mystery Shop about just needing a little bit of ingenuity.

???: Heeey, Jamil! Deuce!

Jamil: Hm? That voice…

Grim: Look, I got 5 scoops of ice cream! Ain't it cool!?

[trips]

Grim: Ah! Oh no, it's falling…! Fnyaaaaaaaa!!

[ice cream goes flying]

Deuce: Aaah! The ice cream is coming this way!!

Deuce: Huh? My clothes aren't dirty?

Deuce: Did you protect us from the ice cream with magic, Viper-senpai? Wh-Whew.

Deuce: Hey, Grim, that was really close!

Grim: My… My ice cream～ I didn't even get to have a single bite… Nyaaaa～～!

Grim: Then… I just gotta go an eat [Yuu]'s, then!

Deuce: Man, he's not listening at all… Huh? Ack!

Deuce: A drop of chocolate ice cream got on the shirt I was holding, and now there's a brown stain… What should I do?

Jamil: Let me see… Hm, something as small as this, I should be able to do something about it.

Deuce: Really!?

Jamil: Yeah. This time, I'll use a scarf, the paper soap, the cotton swabs… Pretty much everything I brought.

Jamil: I'll place the scarf under the shirt, and lather up the stained part of the shirt with a wet paper soap.

Jamil: Then, I'll gently dab it with the cotton swab…

Deuce: ! Woah, the stain is disappearing!!

Jamil: By dabbing the cotton swab into the stain, I'm able to transfer it to the scarf. That should be enough of a temporary fix.

Deuce: Wow. You just used normal everyday objects to fix problem after problem…

Deuce: You just keep saving my hide, Viper-senpai. I'll treat you to not just one bottle of juice, but a whole case!

Jamil: I'm not going to be able to drink that much juice at once, you know…

Jamil: Don't worry about it, really. In fact, I'd rather you just stay out of trouble when you're around me.

Jamil: Also, compared to usual… This sort of thing's pretty trivial.

Jamil: This event is really nice and calming. I'm looking forward to whatever comes next, too.

Deuce: As long as you're here, Viper-senpai, no matter what happens, I bet we'll all be able to enjoy both the festival and the masquerade

Jamil: Sure, but it'd be best if nothing troublesome actually happens.

(Part 1) Part 2