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Madame Neuvillette: Part One

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December 17th, XX74

"And are you sure you have everything you need, my love?" Tender, gloved hands smoothed over your winter coat as cargo loaders walked around you, hauling your belongings into one of the train carts. Workers and passengers hustled around you and your husband, the sounds of train horns and shouts from announcing conductors relegated to nothing but background noise amidst the both of you.

The man in front of you, tall and handsome, looked at you with such tender eyes- a loving gaze that filled you with such warmth that not even the winter storm around you could get through your skin. Though the fur coat helped as well, you supposed.

You smiled up at your husband, taking his hands into yours and brushing your fingers against his knuckles. "No need to worry, I'm all set. Besides, it'd be quite a waste for you to go back to the manor when you went out of your way to see me off."

"I just wanted to make sure, mon ange." Neuvillette took your hand and raised it up to his lips, placing a gentle kiss over your leather-clad fingers, "I do not wish my wife any discomfort on this trip." His tone, while stoic in the way it always was, was much softer with you. Rarely did you hear him raise his tone at you, no matter what may be on his mind.

Monsieur Neuvillette was perhaps the greatest husband in all of Fontaine. Well-respected he was, as the country's Chief Justice, and he possessed wealth comparable to that of the Imperial Family. Popular among both the common folk and high society, it was no surprise that he was quite the catch in spite of his older age. But that meant nothing to you, since the man you fell in love with was not the one that the public saw, but rather it was the man that stood before you; fixing your coat and never managing to take his lovestruck gaze off your face.

Many whispered among themselves that the wife the Iudex had taken was much too young for him, and how much of a shame it was that such a young woman was tied down by a man nearly twelve years her senior. But those were just whispers, were they not? Whispers that meant nothing when your lips connected with his own soft ones, feeling yourself smile in content when his gentle hands found their way to your waist.

The ringing of a bell and the raucous shouting of the conductor caused you to pull away, looking over to the source of the noise, "Train en route to the Court of Fontaine set to leave in fifteen minutes! All passengers aboard!"

"My, it seems time does pass by faster when with you dear." Giving him one last peck on his cheek, you start to gather your thick skirts in your hand, preparing to walk towards the train door. "I'll be off then. Tell Sigewinne that I'll be back before she knows it, and that I love her very much." At the mention of your daughter, Neuvillette's expression broke out into a grin.

"Why of course. Though, she may ask for something in return for inconveniencing her." With a chuckle he followed your hurried steps, hands lingering after her presence as his eyes scanned your surroundings before giving you a final smile. Albeit, a somewhat sad one.

"I shall miss you terribly, mon ange. Send Ajax my regards." Cheekily, you blew him a kiss, relishing in the pink hue that spread across his sharp features. Entering the train, you sit yourself on one of the comfortable seats, settling yourself before waving at your husband through the frosted window.

Before long, the rest of the passengers began to fill the train compartment, taking their seats and settling amongst themselves as they begin to put away their belongings. In a matter of moments, the final whistle of the train permeated the air as the vehicle finally moved, the silhouette of your husband slowly getting smaller and smaller, though his smile certainly didn't.

The reason for your trip to the capital were simple enough. Your brother, the pleasure-loving baron Ajax had gotten himself into trouble with his wife; an affair between him and their children's governess was unveiled and, well, you really can't blame the baroness for nearly trying to kill him. However, in a panic the poor man had sent you a letter urgently telling you to come to their lavish home in the capital city to mitigate their lover's quarrel, and a part of you thinks it's likely because if it weren't for the children he'd be dead by now.

So here you were, on the earliest train to the Court of Fontaine, a place that you had vague memory of. Once you married Neuvillette, he found it fitting to settle and start a family away from the scandal and glamour of the capital, moving your household to the Marcotte region of Fontaine. In a way, you were glad; Sigewinne has never failed to mention how much she preferred your current life as opposed to the "paranoia-inducing" society of the capital. You thought yourself sharing the same opinion as well, loving the peaceful atmosphere of the rural city.

You were promptly snapped out of your thoughts when someone's voice reaches your ears. Snapping your head towards the direction of the voice, you were greeted by a tall woman dressed in winter clothing, barely a smile on her slim face, "Is it any trouble if I sit here?" Her gloved hand gestured to the empty seat in front of you.

"Oh, not at all! Feel free to take it; it gets quite lonely riding a train by lonesome." You tell her with your signature charming grin. The lady was no doubt of Fontainian high society, her expensive winter coat and luxurious silk garments practically screamed the fact. Her long black tresses were tucked neatly into her fashionable hat, and her purple eyes seemed distant as she gazed at the moving scenery in the window.

It was also the way she carried herself, you noticed- an air of dignity and elegance present in her manner. Hands folded neatly in her lap, a mutual silence was brought upon the both of you, idling as the time passed. The trip to the capital was set to be three hours long if no issues arose, and as the minutes ticked by you could feel yourself getting antsy from sitting in the same place for far too long.

Your fingers dug through the pockets of your coat before fishing out a silver locket, chained to the ornate belt you had donned. Opening it, you smiled softly at the images within; a portrait of your darling daughter Sigewinne on one side, taken on her fourteenth birthday just months before. On the other, a photo of the three of you from a few years ago, smiling serenely at the camera.

You're filled with warmth as you see your little family. While not as big as your brother's, it was no doubt all that you would need. They were both very precious to you, and you couldn't imagine living in a world without the both of them.

"So what brings you to the Court of Fontaine?" The woman in front of you asks, likely in an effort to stifle the silence. You glanced at her, a little surprised, but shared the same sentiment nonetheless.

"My brother is in need of my assistance. Something along the lines of making sure his wife doesn't kill him." You jest, earning a chuckle from her. "And you?"

"Visiting a cousin of mine. He has just arrived back home after being stationed in Chenyu Vale." With a small smile, her stare lingers at you for quite a while, observing you as a doctor would a cadaver. "My name is Clorinde, Marchioness de Champion." She extended her gloved hand for you to take, which you did in earnest.

"Pleasure to meet you, Marchioness."

"I don't think I have ever seen you around high society before. You're a pretty little thing, it's surprising." At the compliment you blushed, shyly grinning before thanking her. It didn't surprise you; in fact, you were expecting it almost. Living in Marcotte meant that you were never in the spotlight, at parties or balls, so it made sense for someone as prominent in high society as the marchioness to be a stranger to your existence.

"Ah, I don't really have the time to do so. My husband and I live quite far from any social circles in the capital." She cocked her brow at you as if to say 'Husband?' In response, you take the locket previously in your hands and showed her the portraits within. "Here is my husband and my daughter, Sigewinne. Though I'm sure you're already fairly acquainted with my husband. He's quite popular amongst high society, I heard."

"Hm, I see…" Her words carry an undertone of understanding, realizing just exactly who your husband was. She gave you a polite smile. "Apologies. I did not realize that you were Madame Neuvillette."

You shook your head, closing the locket and placing it back into your coat. "The apology is on me, marchioness. It was my mistake to forget to introduce myself to you." Both of you shared a hushed laughter, trying not to disturb other passengers as they rode. You both shared a conversation for a few minutes, mostly small talk to pass the time by as the train moved closer and closer to the capital city.

"I must say, I did not expect Monsieur Neuvillette's wife to be as young as you are." Marchioness Clorinde remarked, sipping on the tea provided by the train's staff. She was not one for idle gossip, you've come to realize, but she was gaining an interest in you and your life.

"I get that a lot. Some say that i've wasted my youth marrying a man his age but, in the end, youth isn't really something permanent is it?" You let out a small huff, remembering the words of those who opposed the idea of your husband courting you years ago. "I prefer having the stability of a loving husband, not an adulterating one. I don't quite care if he's twelve years my senior."

Marchioness Clorinde chuckled, "That sentiment I agree with. Though, you would be surprised how many ladies in Fontainian society would beg to differ. It's quite confounding." The laugh you both shared was enough to distract you from your lingering thoughts. On one hand, yes, you were content with the life you lived now. Peaceful and serene, not a problem in sight.

However, you'd be lying if you said there wasn't a part of you gnawing at the chance to love as other ladies did. Your youth was cut short when you promised yourself to Neuvillette at the ripe age of twenty-one, and Sigewinne was born not long after that. Though you loved them very much, there was always a buried envied for your former friends, who still lived the lavish and exciting lives of noble heiresses until their late twenties. On many occasions, you'd wondered how happy you would be if you said no, and married a bachelor your age years ago…

You shook your head. Such silly thoughts were unbecoming of you- you were married to the sweetest man in Fontaine, a diamond in the rough among other noble men, whose debauchery and aggravation resulted in the humiliation of their wives. No, you were fortunate that a man as gentle as Neuvillette had come into your life as your husband.

Before you knew it, the train had slowed it's pace into the Court of Fontaine, finally arriving at the station. Talking with the marchioness definitely helped pass the time, heavens knew how bored you would feel had she not initiated the conversation. As passengers flowed out of the compartment and into the station, you could hardly contain your elation as you look through the frosted windows for a familiar mop of orange hair.

"Marchioness, excuse me- I'll come right back for my belongings." You hastily nodded an apology to the raven-haired woman before excitedly swinging around the corner to exit the train. As you rounded the corner, you felt a another person passing you by, and for a moment you turned your head back towards the figure, meeting the piercing gray eyes of a tall man dressed in a garde's winter uniform. Your eyes linger on each other for just a second, before resuming your path.

You land on the floor of the station much less gracefully than you had intended, trying to avoid bumping into the crowd of passengers near the door as your eyes finally caught sight of your brother. "Ajax!" He whirled around, his lean figure pausing before his freckled face broke out in a contagious grin.

"Pcholka!" Your brother yelled right back, arms wide open for you to practically launch yourself at him. He held you tightly, lifting you off the ground as you both squealed in excitement. It had been so long since the both of you had gotten together, a number of years you were sure. And yet he was still the same, boyish baron you knew as a child.

Inside the train compartment, Marchioness Clorinde sat still, taking note of the way her cousin watched the two siblings through the window. "Charming, isn't she Wriothesley?" She gave him a wry grin, yet he said nothing as he gaze still continued to linger on the woman adorned with fur.

Though he remained silent, Clorinde could see his thoughts very clearly. His jaw tightened, and his eyes never left the window. She shook her head, amusing at the fact that he truly was acting like a soldier who hadn't seen a woman in months. Was the Madame Neuvillette really that striking?

Outside, Ajax broke your embrace to pick up your luggage, two hefty suitcases which he had easily held in both of his hands. In spite of you insisting that he let his coachmen do it, he shook his head vehemently and gave you a boyish smile.

"I still remember when you told me I wasn't strong enough. So, here is me proving that you're wrong." You rolled your eyes, unable to contain your own smile.

"Wait here- I'll be right back." Turning around, you made your way the train once more to collect the remainder of your belongings. In your haste to enter the train, you nearly bumped into one of the train workers- a man covered in black soot, only his tired green eyes seeming to bear down on your soul.

Something heavy began twisting itself in your stomach. Your eyes wanted to tear themselves away from the man's grisly appearance and yet, you couldn't. It confused you, why was it so hard for you to move away? A few seconds passed and all you could do was stare and stare at each other. You gasped, turning your head away from such an unfamiliar sight, before clearing your throat and muttering an apology as you both finally stepped away from each other.

Inside the train, you beamed at the marchioness, who was chatting with the handsome gentleman you had passed by earlier. Upon noticing your presence, the two turned their gazes towards you- though his was exceptionally… piercing. The feeling of discomfort you had before was now replaced with one you can't quite put your finger on, but it felt almost pleasant.

"My brother is here already, so I do apologize for cutting our time short marchioness. I enjoyed your company very much." Despite your pleasant demeanor, you could feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand slightly from the man's unwavering gaze. He was silent and indifferent the whole time, watching you both with indeterminate motives behind his eyes.

"I quite enjoyed our chat as well." The marchioness stood up and made her way to towards you, leaning in to kiss you on both cheeks as customary for high society women. "My cousin here has also come to pick me up personally. This is Wriothesley, though you may know him more as the Duke of Meropide."

The Duke of Meropide. You've heard tales of him in the battle front- a fierce soldier commandeering a battalion in Chenyu Vale. A man praised for his prowess both in the battlefield and in the beds of Fontaine's women. Though, you'd wager that the last bit was merely a rumor; one that you could believe as the man's lips twitched into an attractive smirk.

"Pleasure, Madame."

You held out your hand for him to take, expecting him to simply kiss your knuckles and be done with it. Instead, he lowered himself down to your gloved fingers, lips opening ever so slightly to kiss your knuckles, striking grey eyes still holding an intense gaze for you, and only you.

Time seemed slower then. Suddenly, you were all too aware of the growing franticness of your heartbeat, and how much warmer it was in underneath your coat. You stare back, too, in bated breath as the duke lets his touch linger for far too long that you should have let it. Had it not been for the glove that adorned your slender hand, you were sure that his lips would have ignited something across your body.

And perhaps, it did.

Before you could shake yourself out of your thoughts, the train car shook violently, almost throwing you off your feet as screams suddenly echoed outside. In a flash Wriothesley had let go of your hand and dashed out of the train to check the commotion. His touch still ghosts over your hand, and there was a disappointing little tug on your heart as you shrink back into yourself in shame. A married woman should not be thinking about a man she just met so wantonly.

After you meet back with Ajax, your eyes fall onto the crowd of officers surrounding the side of the train, barely catching a glimpse of a fallen figure before it was obscured by a black cloth by none other than Wriothesley. According to your brother, the same worker you has encountered earlier had jumped onto the train tracks as it was repaired, presumably slicing him in half.

You shuddered. An unfamiliar chill ran up your spine, reeling from the fact that the same man who you had bumped into was now dead just a few feet away. You tried to take your mind off of it, but it still irked you- it was as if the very notion of his death held your soul captive, in spite of being a stranger. In hopes of distracting yourself, you turned to the Marchioness and your brother, who were immersed in each other's conversation. Behind them, the duke followed closely behind his cousin.

"…it is rather unfortunate. He left behind a large family, god knows what may become of them." Clorinde remarked, purple eyes holding what seemed like pity. Ajax merely nodded along, also sharing her concerns.

"Shouldn't they be compensated for such? It would only be fitting." In an effort to make it seem like you were listening the whole time, you made a suggestion, hoping that they wouldn't notice the way your face had become much paler in the last few minutes.

Wriothesley suddenly paused, turning towards Clorinde, "Wait here, cousin." He said before making his way back down to the crowd, taking out his wallet and a few notes of mora. You couldn't hear the conversation between him and the conductor, but you assumed from the way he spoke to him with tenacity when he gave the notes to the conductor gave you a few ideas.

"You're the one to thank for that." Beside you, the marchioness gave you a small smile, which you returned shyly. Ajax sang his praises of the duke, calling him a good man for doing a deed that most certainly would have been forgotten.

Barely an hour after arriving at the Court of Fontaine and you were already met with such an eventful day. From meeting the two cousins to the grisly death of the worker moments before, you were beginning to miss the tranquility of Marcotte as the seconds ticked by. Your mind weighed heavily on what had transpired, yet all thoughts seemed to go back to one person.

The Duke himself.

He consumed your thoughts like a plague. Maybe it was the fact that he was both roguishly handsome and a gentleman, or maybe it was his eyes- the ones that seemed to pierce you with how sharp they were, almost like a canine's. He enraptured you, maybe bewitched you, you were certain. And yet, you had no opposition to it. But you should, for your husband would most certainly chastise you for thinking so.

The confusion of your thoughts must have bled onto your face, as you feel Ajax's hand squeeze your own after you had sat beside him in his carriage. An action that he had always done to provide you comfort, ever since you were children. You gave him a reassuring smile, leaning your head against his shoulder as the carriage began its journey to his household.

You prayed that it would be your first and last time to see that duke. For your sake and your husband's, because you didn't know what might become of you if his presence haunted you in more places than just your head.

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Having a roommate was always a hellish experience for you. Your past roommates never did anything to help and just trash the place out so you were thankful for your newest one to actually be helpful and considerate.

How kind of him to always insist on doing the laundry and clean your room up when you’re in a hurry to work. Even waking up early to cook up some breakfast for the both of you.

Little did you know, he was doing quite the nastiest stuff while you were gone. Doing your laundry? He would steal on of your panties, sniff them, or use them as he pleases. Don’t worry! He’ll clean them up- After he’s done using it to jerk himself off to the thought of your pussy milking him up instead of your underwear.

He doesn’t know if he should be thankful or not that you go home at late hours, just enough time for him to take his pants off to tease himself with your panty. But at the same time, he wished you would be home earlier to touch you. To feel you.

He would be sitting next to you on the dinner table, listening to how your day was while his hand would be caressing your plump thighs. It was cute of you to try and not pay to mind about it. Even when his hands are dangerously close to your pussy and when he’s kneading your ass.

And when you’re tired from work, he’d offer to massage you. Having your tired body lay down with him sitting on your thighs, his already hard boner almost rutting onto your clothed ass.

When you’re asleep during the activity which is almost everytime, he’d have his hand sneak under your shirt, kneading your breasts and playing with your nipples. Your poor unconcious body was too tired to wake itself up from all your overworking.

Once Ajax has noticed you aren’t gonna be up even with what he’s gonna do, he’ll carry you bridal-style to his room and have you lay down on his bed.

Looking at your sleepy face has him impatient on what he’s going to do with you next. Taking off your shorts, along with your panty and throwing them somewhere near the floor. Finally seeing your cunt clearly for the first time. 

The only times he has seen it was when you would masturbate when you thought Ajax wasn’t home. Well, he thought you weren’t gonna come home soon either. He was under your bed, hearing your lewd moans as you fuck yourself in your own fingers. 

The bed was shaking intensely from how much you were pouncing on yourself. Moans growing loader and loader until he hears you scream in ecstasy as you reach your climax. Panting heavily as he hears your cum gushing out of your pussy.

That aside, he’s finally glad he’ll be having you to himself. All your male friends that you’ve invited for movie or game nights were just annoying distractions to him. Why were you even hanging out with them? You have him!

No one is allowed to steal on what he owns so it’s better to make it clear for them.

He hurrily starts taking off his pajamas and boxers, his hard dick immediately slapping his abdomen with a wet slap from the dripping precum.

Ajax then removes his shirt, his well-defined abs out in the air yet to be seen by your eyes.

His mind was filled with lust as if that wasn’t already obvious. Having to desperately feel your cunt sucking his cock was a must to him right now so he wasted no time removing your shirt too. He wanted you to feel this, see this, experience this. He wants you to know what he’s done.

He may be sick but fuck, he could care less.

Ajax already knows that you’ve never worn a bra when it comes to you staying at home, insisting that they were uncomfortable to wear in a place that is supposed to make you comfortable.

He couldn’t agree more. Seeing your hardened nipples through your shirt gets him going and his sex drive increasing.

He slings your thighs over his shoulders, positioning his dick in the perfect spot before he closes the space. “Oh, oh- Fuck.” he groans out, careful to not wake you up yet so he could last the session much longer.

Your walls were almost strangling his length and the way you quietly let out a moan at the feeling of his cock entering you has him crazy. He waited a few seconds to start moving as his patience was non-existent.

His pace wasn’t slow, it was fast. It was hard. “Mmmh, ah- yes~” he moans out as he feels you tighten him even more. He feels that he should go harder on you.

He slows down, pulling his dick out of your pussy that was desperate to not let him go. He pulled it out until he was at the entrance before immediately slamming back in with no hesitation. “Agh, holy shit, I-”

He felt like a wave of heavenly pleasure just rushed through his body. Oh how he needed more of it. How he needed more of you.

He didn’t stop, he even didn’t waste a second before repeating it. Pulling out, slamming in, pulling out, slamming in, pulling out, slamming in.

The sound of skin slapping, Ajax’s moans and groans, the feeling of his cock being pulled in and out. How were you still asleep? So much for an overworker. He hopes this could be a good reward for what you’ve done, you clearly deserve it.

Soon, he gets tired of the position and flips you over. Your face pressed against his pillow and your ass up the air. This was a much fitting position to fuck you in from how fast it can be to use his dick efficiently to rearrange your insides.

It didn’t take long for him to find your sensitive spot and instantly abusing it. Wanting to hear your moans even more to get him going. “Come on, let your sounds out.” he growls, gripping your hips with such force and fucking the life out of you.

Ajax could hear your low and muffled moans into the pillow, he felt like he had already won. His hand going down to rub the bud of your cunt in precise speed to make you cum.

You moaned loudly as he feels you start sucking him in, making him groan out. “Oh, fuck yes! C-come on girlie, milk this cock dry~” he starts slamming into you in a faster pace, making sure to cum into your pussy as quick as possible to feel the satisfaction of a sweet release.

His thrusts began to get sloppier and slower the closer he is, holding onto your hips tight as he feels himself cum hard into you. He rides his climax off by thrusting into you more while he lets out long ropes of his seed inside your womb.

With what felt like forever, he finally finished you milking him dry. His hands caressed your stomach, feeling it being a little bloated from how much cum he had sent inside you. He pants heavily before dropping on top of you. He didn’t want your insides to leave his member lonely, so he stayed inside of you for the night, letting your warm insides cockwarm him.

He flutters his eyes as he grabs your chin to kiss you, opening your mouth up with his tongue to suck on yours, thrusting into you for a bit to satisfy him a bit. “Once you wake up, I’ll fuck you properly. It’s a promise and I don’t break those.”

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You feel yourself gaining conciousness, the light from the window pained your eyes a bit as you slowly got up. Oh what a horrible mistake when you feel something pleasuring your lower region. You looked down to see Ajax blinking a bit and looking at you.

You looked down to see his cock inside of you, visible white substance was dripping down from your hole. You hear him chuckle and you feel hands holding onto your hips, pulling you up and slamming you down, making you let out a quite loud moan. 

“Doesn’t that feel good?” he groans at the way you tighten, thrusting into you upwards. “Oh, yeah.. waking up to this should be a must in my routine now.”

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It's Scalla's birthday and Ajax was able to jump though space, time, what ever it was that put him in her future and not his just to surprise her! He would get there a little late, maybe the last to arrive, and surprise his role model with the fact that he was HERE in HER timeline!

That... was the plan anyway...

sunbreeze grove was a buzz with soft laughter and quiet cheering. There were balloons floating in the sky as the warrior approached, Hector looking ready to fly up and chase a few. Ajax hadn't thought of bringing balloons... maybe he should have brought an actually present instead of just... you know, himself and Hector.

"You think she'll be disappointed?" he asks the baby dragon, startling them out of their pounce.

a dragon of few words, Hector tilts his head and frowns with narrowed eyes. 'doubt it'.

"Yea, you're right." He said. "Scalla will just be happy to see us. She hadn't been visiting lately..."

Why hadn't she been visiting? normally he sees The Other Hero of Lore once a week, but maybe she is getting Better. Now that he has seen the horrors and event she has been though, he understands why she flees to the past so much. Maybe Scalla not visiting meant she was finally moving on from certain things.

Ajax ignores the small, tiny, almost unnoticeable pang of sadness he feels at the thought of not seeing his mentor again.

Looking out at the grove again, he can see some familiar faces- Artix, Cysero, Twilly, even Ghost! They all seem to be standing around a pit, the cheering getting loader as he got closer- oh. Cysero did indeed make a pit for the food monsters to fight in. Ajax watches the hotdog monsters chase a balloon mage long enough to get noticed.

"Oi, green hair!" Cysero calls. "Five bucks to place a bet! Ten to watch!"

"oh uhh I-" he starts looking though his bag for some coins when he realizes something. "wait... ten bucks to WATCH?"

"Yea!"

"nope." He takes several steps back from the pit. "Thats a scam."

"Finally! Someone calls him out." Ghost comments from his spot, floating above the pit.

Ajax watches them bicker about undead not having pockets and floating is cheating. Its all very silly and it brings a smile to his face but as something taps him on the leg, he is reminded of where he is.

"Haiyas!" Twilly greets him. "Are you a friend of Scalla's?"

Right. Not his timeline. Also his first attempt at timeline jumping.

"Yea. I'm Ajax." He stoops to shake Twilly's offered hand. "Nice to meet you!"

"Oh! Scalla mentioned you! She said you weren't coming!" the red moglin tilts his head. "Did things change?"

"Something like that. Now i can surprise her!" he smiles and Twilly laughs.

He says Scalla will be very happy to see him, especially with all thats happened. He think he knows what the moglin is talking about when he notices Artix shy away from the conversation.

...he isn't sure what that means but part of him thinks he should just walk away from that one...

and walk away he does. He bids farewell and gets told where the birthday girl is by a purple haired woman he... doesn't know. Rolith's wife he thinks? he only remembers seeing her once in his timeline. She directs him to the main house and he is off like a bolt. Hector catches up, balloon in his jaws as he sits up with it. Ajax stoops to tie the balloon to the dragon's horn when the door he is in front of opens.

"Sorry, one second!" He calls up.

"Ajax?"

he frowns with the realization that Scalla opened the door, which means his plan to sneak up on her or jump out from behind a door way to surprise her is out the window. However, the shock and hope in her voice is enough for him to smile and stand, ready to give her a hug and catch up and-

"...Scalla?"

Ajax has never seen scalla without her helmet before. He has rarely seen her face, just used to seeing her visor. He remembers her eyes were red like Draco's with hints of orange in the right light, but...

She smiles and cocks her head to the side, long brown hair tumbling over, a few stands getting caught on the hook of her wings which fold tightly together. Shes watching him with bright eyes that glow with a yellow light he had seen behind her visor -oh... that makes sense actually- and... he can't get over her hair.

"The one and only." she says.

They stand in the door way for a little too long; the party guests have gone quiet and someone clears their throat loadly.

This prompts Ajax to plant a hand on Scalla's head.

"May i help you?" she almost growls as he pats her hair.

"Just smoothing out your helmet hair." he smiles.

"Helmet ha- AJAX!" shes swatting at his hand as they laugh. "I don't have helmet hair!"

"Are you sure?" he reels back for a moment before reaching back in and ruffling the little tuffs of hair that barely count as bangs. "Cause you have worn that helmet for YEARS!"

"AJAX!" She grabs his hand and twists it behind his back as he cackles. "My hair is FINE!" she bites the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling.

"I'm surprised you -ow- have hair!" He isn't having a easy time keeping balanced and trying to look at her.

that comment seems to make something click in the older hero since she lets him go, allowing him to tumble to the ground. Ajax stands up and brushes the dirt off. When he looks at Scalla again shes got almost half of her locks in her hands, petting it like she doesn't believe it's real.

"I'm kinda sad you're a brunette." He comments.

"Not all of us can have bright green hair like you." She looks up at him.

Its so weird seeing the top of Scalla's head. Seeing long brown hair draped over her shoulders. Normally he would be weirded out by the lack of armor but he has seen her casual clothes before- although the vest looks new. must be a gift,- and have NEVER seen her hair.

He feels weird. Like he just noticed something odd about his best friend. Only instead of odd, its just her hair. Normally its a dark shadow of spikes and tangle- he touched it once while they were hanging out because he has very little impulse control and wonderer if it even was hair sticking out of her helmet. The answer was Technically Its Hair. When she has that helmet on everything becomes... chaos. EnTropy, he realizes. Like a shadow of it's true form.

"Does he always stare like that?" Rolith's wife- uhh... he can't remember her name...

"No, Alina." Scalla turns to her. "Hes just shocked. He has never seen my hair before."

"Oh!" Alina looks... startled. hands over her mouth and eyes very wide. "so this is your protégé!"

Ajax notices Artix slump back in the background, Cysero catching him. Thats... weird. Scalla's Artix is weird.

Speaking of, Scalla has grabbed him and has him in a head lock he wasn't prepared for.

"Not fair! I wasn't ready! HEY!-" He attempts to protest the headlock, but realizes too late her actual goal.

She flips his hood off, and unties his hair.

"Hey!-" he wants to be mad because it takes forever to get his hair how he likes it, but...

"You want to make fun of MY helmet hair? look at yours!" She ruffling every strand he has and is laughing. He can't remember if he has ever heard her laugh this... happy before.

He has heard it hallow and humorless, and cheerful and full of warmth, but never "happy". There is way too much to unpack in this moment.

Elysia breaks up their wrestling match- mostly because Cysero had moved the ticket booth over to where Ajax was trying to get free and Scalla was preventing it- and cake is served. It feels strange to be sat around so many familiar faces who only know him though second-hand accounts from Scalla. He has to introduce himself to people he has known for years and when he talks about his adventures they all assume it takes place somewhere other than Lore. which is... not entirely false.

Ajax was helping clean up when he found himself alone with Artix. Other than himself, Artix was the only one in full armor ready for battle, which helped Ajax feel less awkward about being in full heavy plate.

"So..." the paladin started, taking a stack of plates to the kitchen. "Scalla is your... mentor."

"mhmm." Ajax nodded. "Shes showing me the ropes and guiding me though the rougher parts of being a adventurer."

Artix makes a non-committal sound as they set the plates in the sink.

"You probably have a lot of questions for her." the paladin says.

"Yea. She seems so happy its..." he frowns and looks at a dirty plate. "i hate to say it, but it feels off. like something bad is happening behind the scenes."

Artix claps a hand on his shoulder and gives Ajax the same smile he gave the warrior during the dark orb search. A smile full of trust and confidence.

"You're used to looking out for her?"

"Kinda." he scratches the back of his neck. "She seems pretty scary when she goes all quiet and starts staring at people rather than talking. From what i've seen i seem to be the-... i seem to be one of the few people who can get though to her when shes like that."

Artix shakes his head and turns his attention to the plates. "You're right. You are the only one who can get though to her."

oh... thats worrisome.

"I think this is a good thing." Ajax says, taking his gauntlets off because he is going to focus on something other than the conversation and oh look dirty dishes! "Her mental health hasn't been great- and here she is without a helmet!"

Artix nods along, watching the warrior clean the plates.

"What do you know about me and her?"

Ajax thinks for a moment. Something is raising the alarm but he shrugs it off. "Not much. You helped raise Draco."

"yea. something like that." Artix folds his arms and stands awkwardly to the side.

oh boy awkward social interaction.

"I'll be blunt." Artix says and Ajax mentally thanks him. "When you showed up, I had the wrong idea."

"huh?" Ajax puts the clean plate in a dish rack.

"I thought... you and scalla were..." he made some sort of hand motion and ajax repeated it with a tilt of his head. "Dating."

"nope." He turns back to the plates. "Shes a lovely person and i'm sure anyone would be happy to be with her, but shes not my type."

Artix is quiet for a long time. Long enough for Ajax to finish the dishes and Scalla to come into the kitchen and drag the two of the out.

"You were washing dishes. Of course you were." Shes smiling as she scolds the warrior.

"I dirtied them, i should clean them!"

"washing your own plate? sure. you washed EVERYONE'S!" he can tell she isn't actually mad. besides, who gets mad about washing dishes?

"oh!" Ajax takes his bag and starts looking though it once scalla has dragged him and Artix out of the house. "Almost forgot your present!"

Scalla tries looking over his shoulder so he moves away. "its not wrapped!" he says. After a few fake searches in his bag for her gift she rolls her eyes and holds her arms out expectantly.

"Just give me my present!" she laughs. he isn't going to get used to that. it sounds so happy it makes him want to laugh too.

"Okay, here it is!" he feints with his bag only to spin around and wrap his arms around her. "A hug!"

Scalla is frozen for a moment, which he expected. The last time he "hugged" her was when she was drowning in her head, trying to attack Jaania. It takes her a moment before she hugs him back. Its a tight squeeze with her resting her head against his. Theres a tear going down her cheek and she whispers Thank You.

"I told you- like a god damn snugglebear." He gently knocks his head into her's and notices Artix.

He is smiling with tears in his eyes. He gives Ajax a thumbs up before leaving.

yea scalla's Artix is weird.

"Now that i gave you your present..." he pulls away to hold her at arm's length. "WHAT happened?"

"its a... complicated story?"

the short version, he finds, is Scalla sat in her Inn at the Edge of Time for... well, she said it felt like months... battling the Tomix simulation.

It was awful at first. She couldn't even convince herself to go into the arena at first. After a while, the simulation... reacted to her. The first time it acted odd- "Avatar of time scalla said its like a ghost in the gnomish tech. Not a real ghost, but the simulation doing something it shouldn't. like its possessed."- was when she had a small break down. Normally if you stop fighting, the simulations in the inn continue fighting, but the Tomix simulation stopped. another time the breakdown was... big. huge even. and the simulation turned itself off and kicked her from the arena. Eventually it went from having break downs because she was Fighting Tomix, to not having break downs because...

"Only you could view The Inn at the Edge of Time breaking as the simulation pitying you." Ajax patted Scalla on the back.

the party was over now. it was just them and the dragons, sitting on the fountain, watching Draco and Hector play.

"You go cry in front of a realistic simulation of Tomix and watch it stop fighting you and come back and tell me that isn't pity." She glared off into the distance. "i couldn't stand it... I didn't like the thought of Tomix pitying me. I wanted... i don't know... to make him proud."

"Ah."

They stared up at the sky for a while longer, watching the oranges turn to purple and then the dark blue of night.

"I think he would be proud." Ajax whispers. "You faced your grief and grew from it."

"yea." She ran her hands though her hair. "I'm... not all there yet... but i have hair again."

The warrior's laugh rings though the grove, gets carried by the breeze, and almost covers the sound of another laugh.

Almost.

The dragons stop their tug-o-war game to look around while the warrior and dragonlord search for the third voice.

"Just the wind." Ajax says. because he doesn't want to say what he thinks.

"Yeah. Just the wind." Scalla agrees for the same reason.

"I'm glad you're better, Scalla." Ajax changes the subject. "Happy birthday."

"Thanks for coming... and for putting up with Artix. He uhh... hasn't been the same since i came back."

"Yea he thought we were dating." Ajax blurts.

"Ew." Scalla smiles.

"Hey! I'm a catch!"

"Agreed. Its just gross he thinks the first guy i get close to is dating me."

"Oh."

draco walks over to the heroes and snorts. "You guys are being weird."

He is scooped up by Scalla while Hector tackles Ajax into the fountain.

"You guys should get going." She says and looks up at the sky. "Your ride is here."

Sure enough, the tear in space, time, and reality appears above, almost invisible in the night sky. Ajax frowns.

"Can i be honest?"

"Why wouldn't you be?"

"I don't know. Social norms?" Ajax looks to Scalla seriously. "Now that you're getting better... am i going to see you again?"

Scalla tilts her head. hums. runs her fingers though her hair. tilts her head the other way.

"scalla!" Ajax says.

"Of course you goof." She slaps his knee. "I've been going back in time for more than just nostalgia now, you know."

And... yea, he does know. It just feels better when its said.

"Thanks." he says. "That'll do."

"That'll do for what?" Scalla asks.

"That'll do as a birthday present. Since you missed mine." Ajax smirks and quickly gathers his dragon.

"I MISSED YOUR BIRTHDAY?" Scalla is standing, Draco on her shoulders equal parts horrified and angry. "W-WHEN WAS IT?"

"Last month." Hector grows to his titan size as the pair make haste to the tear in the sky.

"THAT DOESN'T COUNT AS YOUR PRESENT!" Scalla roars from bellow.

"IF MY HUG COUNTS-" Ajax starts as Hector hovers above the grove. "-YOU ASSURING ME WE'RE FRIENDS COUNTS!"

"AJAX!" Scalla can't seem to counter that argument and watches as the second hero of lore and his dragon fly off. She watches until the tear is gone and calm has returned.

"Fine." she says. "But next year i'm getting you a new fishing rod."

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After leaving 6th form (college for my family over the pond), I started a job as a Full Stack Java Developer for a small company in the city I currently reside, study and work (more on that later). For those not in the know, a "Full Stack" Developer, is someone that develops the application/website that controls an application, the middleware "brain", and the back-end, usually a Database of some kind.

In the contract, it stated that "All development projects developed within Notarealcompany's offices are the sole property of the company". I was new to the scene and assumed this was the norm (turns out it is - Important later).

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My "Training" was minimalistic, and expectations were insanely high. I was placed on a client project within the first month, and was told that this was to be a trial by fire. Oh boy.

​

Having spoken to the client, their expectations had already been set by the owner; let's call him Berk (Berk is an English term for moron); "Whatever you need, our developers can accommodate". Their requirements were as follows;

The Intranet software MUST match the production, public site in functionality, including JQuery and other technologies I was unfamiliar with

MUST accommodate their inventory and shipping database, including prior version functionality (which included loading a 400k+ database table into a webpage in one shot)

MUST look seamless on ALL internal assets, regardless of browser (THIS is important)

ABSOLUTELY MUST USE THE STRONGEST SECURITY MONEY CAN BUY (without requiring external sources)

Having asked what the oldest machine on their network was, I realised it was a nightmare given form. They wanted advanced webtoys to work on WINDOWS XP SP1 (which did not, and does not, support HTML5, let alone the version of JavaScript/JQuery the main website does).

I was given a time-line of 2 months to build this by the client, who were already under the impression that all would be ok.

​

Having spent a few days researching and prototyping, it was clear that their laundry list of demands was impossible. I told them in plenty of time, providing evidence with Virtual Machines, using their "golden images". The website looked clunky, the database loader crashed the entire machine, the JavaScript flat-out refused to work.

​

Needless to say, they weren't happy. I was ordered to fix the issue, or "my ass is out on the street".

​

Spending every waking moment outside of work, I build something that, still to this day, I am insanely proud of. The Database was built robust; built to British and German security standards around Information Security. The Password management system was NUKE-proof (I calculated it would take until the Sun died to crack a single password), and managed to get the Database to load into the page flawlessly, using "pagination", the same technology Amazon uses to slide through pages, and AJAX (not important; my fellow devs will know). I managed to get the project completed a DAY before the deadline. Gave the customer a deadline, and plugged their live data into it. Everything worked fine, BUT, their DB had multiple duplicate records, with no way to filter through them. I told them that I could fix this issue with a 100% success rate, and would build dupe-protection into the software (it was easy); without losing pertinent information. The SQL script was dirty, but functional.

​

Shortly after completing the project, I was told it was "too slow". Now bare in mind; the longest action took 0.0023 of a second; EVEN ON XP. Never the less, I built it faster, giving benchmarking data for the before and after (only 0.0001 of a seconds improvement).

Shortly after, I was told to pack my "shit", as I'd failed my peer review.

The nightmare continues

Because I'd built the software outside of work, on my own time, on my own devices; they had no rights over it, as the only version they saw were the second-to-last, and final commits from my private github.

​

Shortly after leaving, I'm served papers, summoning me to court for "corporate espionage". Wait, WHAT?

Turned up to court with all relevant documents, a copy of my development system on an ISO for evidence, and a court-issued solicitor. Their claim, was that I'd purposely engineered the application to be insecure, causing their client to be hacked, losing an inordinate amount of money. They presented the source code as "evidence", citing that the password functionality for the management interface was using MD5 (you can google an MD5 hash and find out what it is; see here: https://md5.gromweb.com/?md5=1f3870be274f6c49b3e31a0c6728957f

I show the court the source code I have from the final version (which had only been altered once within work premises to improve speed and provide benchmarking information). They then accuse me of theft, despite showing IP-trace information from Git, the commit hashes from Github, correlating with my PC, and all the time logs from editing and committing (all out of hours).

The Aftermath

To cut an already long story short; I got a payout for defamation of character and time wasted, they paid all the court costs, and was let go with the summons removed from my record.

The story doesn't end there though...

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Currently, I am doing a Degree in Information Security, and working for a Managed Service Provider for security products and monitoring. I was asked to do a site visit and perform;

Full "Black Box" Penetration Test (I'm given no knowledge on the network to be attacked, and can use almost any means to gain access)

Full Compliance test for PCI DSS (Payment card industry for Debit/Credit payments)

GDPR (Information storage and management)

ISO 27001 FULL audit

All in all, this is a very highly paid job. Sat in the car park with a laptop, I gained FULL ADMIN ACCESS within about 20 minutes, cloned the access cards to my phone over the air, and locked their systems down (all within the contract). Leaving for the day, I compile a report with pure glee. Their contract with us stipulates that the analyst on site would remain to remediate any and all issues, would have total jurisdiction over the network whilst on job, and would return 6 months later for further assessment and remedy and and all issues persistent or new.

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The report put the company on blast; outlining every single fault, every blind spot, and provided evidence of previous compromise. The total cost of repairs was more than the company was willing to pay (they were able, I saw the finances after all). The company went into liquidation, but not before trying to have me fired for having a prior vendetta. The legal team for my current employers not-so-politely tore them to shreds, suing for defamation of character (sounds familiar right?), forcing them to liquidate even more assets than they intended; ultimately costing them their second home.

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TL;DR: Got a job, got told I was fired after doing an exemplary job; then had the company liquidated due to MANY flaws when working for their security contractors.

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━ Rebelling with the Hunter. [THIRST]

characters. childe;tartaglia x fem!reader

cw. windtrace setting, semi-public sex, childe being horny, unprotected sex, explicit smut?, wall-fucking, creampie, makeouts, childe's real name, breeding kink, "pretty girl/girlie/princess", praises, a bit cheesy

a/n. just overall horny, loving the idea of hunter!childe getting his reward after he catches me

reminder. 17 under, male/masc-aligned DNI. this isn't for you.

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Childe finding out his beloved girl was gonna join him to play Windtrace had his blood pumping. He always wanted to play a game with you, especially because it's more fun and... He's more eager to win. While also eager in catching you.

Oh all the sinful things he would love to do to you once you're in his hands. Once you're captured with the net that came with his hunter perks, he couldn't help get hard at you struggling to get out of the mesh.

You looked so vulnerable, desperate to get out the strands, muffled whining that got him unable to control himself. Soon you were being carried with the net still over you, leading you to a secluded place he knows that the other rebels won't be in.

Pinning you down to the ground, his hand switching to his hand to quickly unbuckle it and pulling his pants and trousers down to the ground. He was hard- Painfully hard that his erection was already leaking. How could this man easily turned on like this?!

"What a pretty girl..." oh how he loved seeing you wiggle in his grip, it really felt like a hunter catching his prey. A cute one in fact. He signals you to take off your pants, in which, you do.

You were bare before him but Childe was quick to get inside you, he knows he doesn't have enough time before the timer ends. He has to find the others first so he had to take a quick fuck.

He groaned at your sudden clench around his cock, he felt heavenly inside of you. How he wishes he could be in you longer, but he can't. Not now at least.

You wrap your arms around him through the holes of the net, moaning into his ear about how good it feels. Throwing your legs around his waist as he ruts into you like an animal in heat.

His face leaning into the crook of your neck to bite down the slom as he tries to muffle his groans so that the others won't here or concern themselves. Hand moving under your shirt to caress your breasts, causing you to sound out even loader.

He was almost sure that the others would here but he could care less. More focused on getting himself off first.

He makes you sit up, commanding you to put your hands above your head, which you do but Childe swiftly catches them into his hand, the other one holding your hip to make you sit on his lap.

This new position had him go deeper, making your mind dizzy from the spots you never knew he could reach. He takes you in an unexpected makeout, forcing you to open your mouth so he can add his tongue to be in yours to roll it over yours.

Your noises were muffled into the kiss and started growing louder as he started thrusting up at you again. His thrusts were fast and rough, wanting to reach his high quickly so he could get back to the game.

His cock kept poking the spots that had you dumb on the spot, the corners of both your lips started to drool from the intense makeout.

"Fuck... Keep tightening around me like that, girlie.." he manages to speak out, going back to connect your lips with his to continue the session.

His hand still tightly gripping on the two of yours to keep you up. He grows closer and closer and the speed of his movements increase.

"A-Ajax, mmf- 'M close.. Please cum inside me.." you mumur, which only encouraged him more. Pounding you with his dick harder and harder. "Gonna breed you good, princess.. Gonna fuck a baby into you after this game finishes.."

That alone had you tightening around him, which was his last straw before he gave you a few plunges and bottoming out to releases every bit of his seed into you.

You came with him, your orgasm rushing over your body like burning waves. Your pussy restlessly milking his cock.

He thrusted into you for a moment to deepen into you before collapsing on top of you, hugging your waist as he relaxes into your embrace.

"Mmm... Did you get off to the fact that we might get caught?" he jokes, sucking on the skin of your neck for him to loosen up. He tenses up as he hears the director of the game that the round has ended.

"Damn... I took too long, huh?" he sighs but not from disappointment, but from being contented. "As long as I've caught you, then I've already won the game."

"You're being so cheesy.." you look at him, unamused. You gasp as he pounds you upwards, moaning out loud. You see him smirk up at you, caressing your hips to ease you up. "Only for you."

You let out a sigh of relief when you feel that no one heard you, Childe pulls you in closer to your ear before whispering, "Get dressed. The game's finished. We'll continue once we get home."

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