#the sum of our parts (fic)

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Charles Leclerc/Sebastian Vettel

'Till the End of the Line (3.2k words, oneshot)

A tear slides down, somehow cold by the time it reaches his chin. It hangs precariously before it drops, an inevitability, splattering against his hand in his lap. They say nothing: a man who promised to listen, a man who never knows what to say, and the blackness outside the window. Or: An ambient reflection on the passage of time.

Changes, Beginnings (22.1k words, 5/5 chapters)

Images of Greek and Roman marble, paintings of ethereal wonder, muses of supernatural awe flashed in Sebastian’s mind as he looked ahead. He was beautiful in a way that struck the word “mundane” from Sebastian’s lexicon, his hair fluffy and cheeks wind chafed, London-pale skin contrasting so wonderfully against his coloring – all underlined with a great... sadness in his downcast eyes. It hit Sebastian like a knife to the heart, looking upon such sorrow at such an unremarkable time on a non-descript day. Or: In which S. Vettel is an awarded literary fiction author, Sebastian is a man with a penchant for people watching and aimless wandering, and Charles is a masters student on the tube. A strangers to friends to lovers story taking place over the course of a year.

The Sum of Our Parts (7.3k words, 2/2 chapters)

Did Charles want to talk? He wanted to scream. He wanted to yell and cry and push against Seb’s chest and ask if he had any idea what it was like to be alone and abandoned and rejected over and over and over again. Charles wanted to talk, but he didn’t even know what to say. To: Sebastian Vettel << I’ve missed you [deleted] << Are you happy? [deleted] << Did you ever think about me? [deleted] <<; I never stopped thinking about you [deleted] << I’m sorry too, Seb Or: Sebastian and Charles reconnect after the painful events of Miami, their relationship slowly developing and healing. Charles remembers what racing means to him outside Ferrari, and Sebastian discovers that a legacy is more than your presence on the track.

Origins of Want (4.2k words, oneshot)

The words are caught in Charles’s throat, years of suppression, of hatred, of fear blocking his lungs like cement. Suddenly he’s a scared teenager again, asking God what he did in a past life to deserve such an ugly monster within him – begging to be released from the vice grip of grief and envy. He continues to look up slightly at Sebastian, feeling the tears slide back, they catch in Sebastian’s fingers. 

[ziraconarose]

Planning stage sketches.

[ziracona]

The Sum of Our Parts

((@tathracyn here you go.))

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The shot hit both of them so hard, they went sixty feet and through the glass side of the next building over before realizing it had happened.

From where she was several blocks south, Catwoman saw the spark of what looked save for color like lightning in the sky, saw pieces of shrapnel scatter, and two forms go through the side of a skyscraper at terrifying speed. Hand on a diamond the size of a grapefruit, and thoroughly wasted here in the wall safe of a woman who never even looked at it, Selina stopped and kept her eyes on the building—out of frank surprise more than anything. It had been a while since she’d seen the Batman take a hit like that.

Well.

Shit. Both bodies cleared the other side of the same building, still moving at speed, and dropped from the far window, just out of her line of sight.

God I hope they hit the next roof, she thought with more worry than she probably needed to ever feel towards Batman. He landed on his feet almost as much as she did.

Taking the jewel, she ran to the far side of the window just the same, getting the widest view possible in the room of the direction the bodies had been flung. There, she thought with relief and a certain pride, as she watched the figure whose silhouette she knew as the Bat’s even this far away, snag the other figure in the air, and grapple a cell tower on top of the building to yank them both the last few feet to the left they needed, before dropping onto the roof at a roll.

What the hell hit him, though? she wondered, turning to look back the way the flash of definitely not real lightning had come, I thought he was fighting Two-Face…?

But no. Two-Face didn’t fly, and whatever was up there was floating, at a kind of mockingly casual pace, and in Batman’s direction.

The hell is that? she wondered, slipping the gem into the bag she had slung over a shoulder, Who in Arkham with that silhouette floats?

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Somewhere to his right, Bruce heard Harvey groan.

That—light? What can have—? His head was still spinning from the hit. Even with the protection the batsuit offered, which was no small thing, the blast itself had felt like a bomb. It had had a pretty high area of effect too, because he’d seen half the roof caving in as he went backwards, and it had hit them with enough force to send them through a building and—

Shit!

Harvey! He—

Struggling to see through the sporadic crackles of light in his vision, Bruce struggled to a knee, half his bodyweight held up by the arm that hurt less. He’s alive at least! I heard him just now but that hit-

Dragging towards the sound, he saw him them, face scrunched up in pain and anger, about six feet away, making it to his own hands and knees. His suit was a little torn up, and there was blood coming from his palms and a leg, but he was miraculously better than expected.

Good, thought Bruce with relief before remembering that right before the flash of light, Two-Face had been trying to kill him.

“Still alive?” he managed, trying to get his second leg under him.

“The hell was that?” replied Two-Face. There had been an unspoken ‘who’ very clear in there, not ‘what’.

They made it up at about the same time, tense and wary and torn up, but not exactly chomping at the bit to go at it again when something had just almost one-shot the both of them, shared a quick ‘don’t try something’ brand glance, and then turned to look back the way they’d come. All there was to see what the pane of glass Bruce had broken on his way out, and smoke past the skyscraper.

“I haven’t seen it before,” replied Batman, switching cowl functions to scan for heat signatures instead. There was one, coming this way, not fast, but definitely it, because it was flying.

“People in this city can’t even wait their own turn,” growled Two-Face, flexing his damaged hands and glancing around for where his tommygun had landed. It had apparently not made the trip with them successfully though, so with an irritated sound, he went for the dual pistols he still had strapped to his chest instead.

Usually Bruce would have been a little bit more concerned about who exactly his opponent was planning to shoot at first, but Harvey was predictable, in a good way. This thing had butted in to an ongoing conflict, struck from complete cover unannounced, and almost sent them both twenty stories to the pavement with a single shot. Two-Face would probably try to shoot at him again later, but, it wouldn’t be until this was over.

“Whatever it was, it’s headed this way,” he informed, drawing a batarang and readying his posture, “and it can fly.”

“Great. Another Gotham special,” said Two-Face, taking in Batman’s stance, and aiming his pistols to align with him and the heat signature he couldn’t track himself. “Whatever it is is going to really regret blowing me off a building.”

That was probably true. Two-Face had a way with revenge, and even without superpowers, he was no joke. Sort of like Batman himself…which was an uncomfortable thought, in the two seconds Bruce let it remain in his head.

The thing rounded the corner of the skyscraper it had sent them flying clean through, and almost before Batman could see it, Two-Face was firing both barrels. The thing raised an arm and some kind of kinetic shield came into existence in front of it, deflecting bullets like it was nothing. Okay. Energy powers of some kind. Something like lightning, and solid enough to shield.

He let his batarang fly, going for a foot, the least likely extremity to be shielded, and it hit—hard enough to get the thing to wince and look at him instead of Two-Face, but it pinged off the armor the thing had on instead of landing.

A flash from its hand sent a bolt of the same energy it had hit them with last time, but they were ready this time, and dove in opposite directions, coming up under the little cover piping and vents on the roof offered, as a smoking crater where they’d been dropped rubble onto the floor below.

It was hard to even tell what this thing was. It was a …vaguely humanoid silhouette. Two legs, two arms, torso, head. Bigger, taller, but not a lot, and so encased head to toe in thick armor, it was hard to tell what shapes were natural, and what was protection. The head was the wrong shape, longer, like a crescent moon viewed from head-on, and there were spikes all along the body, like it was some kind of being made of a shattered chunk of crystal. There was something like wings coming from its back, but Batman could hardly believe anything that shape and bulk provided flight, instead of just decoration—he didn’t believe it, in fact. Mutant? Costume? Alien? Too soon to tell. Powerful, that was for sure. Any with a bone to pick with one of us.

“Batman…” The voice was distorted and projected artificially, like a computer, but smother. Voice distorter, probably. But anyway, that answered that question.

“Attacking from the shadows is a hell of a way to introduce yourself,” called back Batman, stepping up from his cover.

The thing in the air paused and turned to look at him. “You’re one to talk, really.”

Maybe a fair enough point, but Batman glanced at the smoking crater and back up just the same.

“Well, you’ve lived longer than I expected, so I suppose an introduction wouldn’t be rude,” commented the figure from above. It made a sweeping bow in the air. “You may know me as Tachyon, and I’m here for something glorious.”

Batman narrowed his eyes.

“The salvation of the world,” said Tachyon, a smile in its voice, making another grand gesture as it straightened up.

“Which involves incinerating me, how?” said Batman, deadpan.

It had been longer than he expected, and Two-Face hadn’t started shooting again yet. Where is he? Batman didn’t see him. He could turn on the infrared and look, but if he did, that thing might notice and do it too, so.

“Well, I’m afraid I don’t really have time or motivation to tell you the whole story, as fun as a good monologue can be,” replied Tachyon, “Suffice it to say, you’re a sort of…stepping stone.”

Great. One of these.

“See,” said Tachyon, gesturing with an arm as he went, “I’m going to change things. Change…everything. Everyone. I’ve…seen it, Batman. I’ve seen it all. Everything there is to be seen. And I have the keys, to the answers. All that’s left, is to put it in, and turn the lock.”

“I fail to see what that has to do with me,” replied Batman, “Or blowing holes all over my city. That could be viewed as pretty anti-salvation.”

“Yes, I’m sure to you it does,” said Tachyon in the most pitying, patronizing voice Bruce thought he might have ever heard, even with the voice distortion. “And that’s the problem. Take him for example,” added Tachyon, gesturing to where Two-Face had vanished behind cover what must have been two minutes ago now, “Take any of your ‘rouge’s gallery’ criminals. You beat them, and drag them off to Arkham, where incompetent doctors give them treatments that don’t work, and they slide back out that revolving door, and we’re here again, gunshots in the night sky. Really, all you’ve accomplished since your arrival on the scene is…a little…flashy notoriety for the city. It’s not solving anything. In fact, if anything, you’re causing more problems. But do you know what’s worse?” He floated closer, bending forward to look down from twenty feet up. “People here think you’re right. Think you’re good. Well, a majority of them anyway. They think you’re helping this city. But you’re not.”

Judging by proportions, it was entirely possible a human could fit into a suit the shape Tachyon made, as inhuman a silhouette as the thing cut. That was Batman’s guess. Plus, generally, it took a human to monologue in this specific way, especially after noting they were not about to monologue.

“I’m sure you think you’re helping,” said Tachyon pityingly, “But you’re part of the disease. Half these things can’t be helped, and the ones that can be reintegrated to society are never going to get there spoon-fed and seeped in their own engrained toxic behaviors. You think somehow following the system will work, even after decades of it failing. It won’t. People won’t change on their own.”

“You can’t force change,” replied Batman. Where are you, Harvey?

“You can lead a horse to water, Batman,” said Tachyon sympathetically, “and you can make it drink. Actually. If you know how to train it properly. You can make anyone, do anything, if you train it properly. And I have the answers. And you? I’m afraid that’s about all you have time for.”

“You still haven’t said anything that puts killing me in line with your goals,” said Batman more out of slight annoyance at the thing than any need to stall longer.

“No, I suppose I haven’t,” agreed Tachyon, “But I should have hoped it would follow, logically. Surely you can see some of the pieces, Dark Knight.” There was great disdain with the title. In the tone of voice an especially cruel adult might mock a five-year-old pretending to be a dragon. “People think you’re right. And training is fastest with participants who are beginning to see the light. I’m going to cut down on losses, and time, greatly, by making a name for myself, and my path. And what better place to start than the hollow hero and empty ideology of my own hometown?”

Ah. There it was. And a solid lead, if this went past one fight, and there was research to be done.

“So you want to kill me for recognition,” said Batman with his own tinge of disgust.

“I want to make an example, of you and the city, and now I think I will,” said Tachyon.

Batman didn’t actually see the grenade thrown. He heard the gunshot, when Two-Face shot it out of the air to control exactly when and where it would explode, and he knew what it was because he’d seen the trick before, but there was no warning between the word ‘will,’ and the crystalline figure’s side lighting up orange and being slammed with such force it knocked it out of the air and sent it plummeting towards the road below.

Shit-! thought Batman, dashing to the edge of the roof to grapple and catch the thing before it hit pavement and died. It caught itself though, about eight stories down, and hung in the air there.

“I don’t know why you bother talking with those things,” said Two-Face, glancing down from beside him, “Still alive, huh?” he added in mild disappointment but no surprise, “It looked like the armor was too solid for that to do him in.”

He drew his pistol and started shooting at its back, and the thing whipped around to look, and then flew to the side and back up at speed, and Two-Face and Batman stepped back together and readied.

“You!” it hissed in rage, pointing at Two-Face, “You shouldn’t even be here!”

“You showed up to my fight,” retorted Two-Face, unintimidated, emptying his clip in its face.

The translucent energy shield it had used before appeared just in time to deflect the bullets, and it slashed a hand, a beam of the same purple-blue not-lightning streaking from in front of its fingertips and towards Two-Face, who dove to the side and rolled, coming up on a knee with a new clip in his pistol, returning fire. Projectiles weren’t working so well, so Batman ran at it instead while it was distracted. It had landed only about five feet up this time, and he could make that. Through the smoke of its own attack, and the distraction of Two-Face trying to blow its head off, the thing didn’t see him until he was close. Perfect. Using one of the exterior vents as a platform, Batman launched himself at it, sharp knuckles on his gauntlets aimed for the side of its face, and caught it, hard. Its head snapped to the side with a grunt, and he was bringing his other fist down when it turned a palm against his gut and sent him rocketing off the building. It felt like being hit with a missile.

For some stupid reason, as he was plummeting to the street, all he could think was How was there no kickback? He hit me with that much force without being moved back at all? which was really bad, because he needed to be thinking about what to grapple to not to die. Thankfully, there were enough stories between him and pavement for a momentary lapse of judgement, and he slammed the grapple into the side of the building Two-Face was still on top of, close to the top, and started rocketing back up towards it. I can’t tell how bad that hurt me. It hadn’t gone through his suit, but that didn’t make it good. He could feel it. Bruised ribs, maybe. Maybe worse. Not really time to—

The thing above him turned and looked down at him and raised both hands and energy arced from it, in two paths. One for him, one for the grapple. He managed to twist in the air, the left hand shot slicing past so close he could feel the crackle of energy in the air on the skin of his face, but there was nothing he could do about the one shattering the head of his grapple and a tenth of the floor it had been anchored in.

Time slowed for him as he reached the pinnacle of the upward momentum he’d had, and hung for just an instant before gravity had him again and he was going down, still about five stories from the top. He had his other grapple out and aiming, and Tachyon, featureless face fixed on him, shot again. He tucked in limbs to fall faster and angled as hard right as he could, and just barely got himself between both, lefthand grapple finding a high point on the building they’d been blasted through, and rocketing back up towards it, trying to avoid falling debris from the blasts as he went. Tachyon turned with him, bringing his hands together and then making a sweeping gesture outwards, sending a burst of energy the size of a minivan at him. Shit.

He released the grapple to try and fall past it, because there was no way left, right, or up was making it in time, and for an instant he lost visual on Tachyon, the energy between them, and then he was falling past it, and there was another right behind, aimed a little lower, and no way to move in time.

Past it, he could see Tachyon’s upper body, hand drawn back for another shot, and at the same moment, two things happened. Something moving up and left rapidly caught him by the waist and he was jerked to the side of the shot, and towards the building, and Two-Face jumped off the edge of the building and onto Tachyon’s back and started unloading both clips point blank, one in its head, one in its heart.

Then he had lost visual of it, snagged around the left corner of the building by his rescuer, and he looked up to see Catwoman. She had her eyes on the roof, but glanced down for a moment when she felt eyes on her, and gave him a wink behind the gold tinted goggles. “Hey handsome. Just give me a second to stick the landing.”

She tugged her whip free and cracked it around the leg of the same cell tower he’d used as an anchor earlier, and swung them both up onto the rooftop just in time to see Tachyon summon an immense burst of energy like a shockwave around itself with a shriek, blasting Two-Face back off it. He landed about two feet from them with a curse, a little singed but not much worse for the wear, and double took at the sight of Catwoman.

“There a scheduled event today?” he asked.

“I saw you two from a few blocks away, and it just looked like you were having so much fun,” replied Catwoman with a smile, and then, turning her attention to the seething thing in the air about fifteen feet back, “What is that?”

“Tachyon. Beyond that, and some obvious flaws, anybody’s guess,” replied Batman, straightening up. Well, the ribs aren’t broken at least. Bruised is good.

As it turned, there were dents in its face on the left side, and in its chest, but the bullets didn’t seem to have made it quite through the armor, which at point blank range was almost unbelievable. It must have still hurt though, judging by the absolute fury cascading off the thing facing them. There was so much energy hanging in the air he could feel it standing his hairs on end even from here.

With a shout of rage, it aimed both hands at the three of them together, and they leapt in different directions as a blast with the size, force, and judging by the score it left in the building’s roof, length, of a freight train, tore past them.

Bruce came up on a knee right by the edge of the roof, Catwoman just behind him.

“Jesus. When I came to help you boys, I thought it was going to be Electrocutioner, or Strange with some new freak,” said Catwoman, glancing from one to the other as the smoke cleared.

“What, don’t like picking fights you don’t already know you can’t lose?” asked Two-Face with a grin, reaching into his jacket and snagging a grenade, pulling the pin with his teeth, and chucking it in Tachyon’s direction.

“Yes,” said Catwoman, glancing up and jumping out of the way of another blast from Tachyon, “Some of us like to win.”

Batman let a batarang fly, then rolled out of the way of a blast aimed for him, coming up between the others and sending three more after Tachyon when he came up. The first three deflected harmlessly off the thing’s energy field, but the fourth exploded on impact, encasing the front of the shield in ice, and he heard an angry curse from the thing.

“This is getting us nowhere fast,” said Batman.

“Not exactly great for city infrastructure, either,” added Catwoman, glancing at the maybe 40% of the roof still intact.

“Yeah well if you’ve got a plan get on with it,” said Two-Face, taking a knee behind one of the exterior vents to reload.

“I do-” he had to stop to avoid another shot, snagging Catwoman and diving far left beside Two-Face not because he needed to get her out of the way too, but to get all three of them close enough to talk without being heard.

“Yeah?” said Two-Face, not glancing up. He finished reloading and went up over the vent for a second to return fire, then back down as a blast went over his head.

“By his own admission, he’s not familiar with the city. We can use it,” said Batman.

“Okay. How?” said Catwoman.

“There’s two water-towers in a four block radius. The one off 18th has a million gallons in it.”

“Go on,” said Two-Face, interested for the first time.

“Every time we’ve landed a hit, it’s because he’s only paying attention to one of us,” said Batman, “He wants to kill me? We use it-“

Another of the minivan sized shots came for the three of them, and as one they scattered in opposite directions, Catwoman swinging wide with her whip, and Harvey rolling behind another chunk of roof.

Shit. I should have done this first, thought Bruce, annoyed with himself, grappling to land by Catwoman, and taking an earpiece out of his utility belt.

“Here.”

She took it and gave him a funny look.

“It’s an earpi—” started Bruce.

“—I’m not an idiot,” said Catwoman, “But this isn’t how you’re going to see my pretty face either. Go give one to Harvey and give a girl a little privacy for a second, would you?”

Oh. Right.

He forgot how to think of responses and just gave her an awkward nod, and grappled for where he’d seen Two-Face last, tossing a smoke grenade as he went, and an exploding batarang behind it, aiming below Tachyon. It was flying, so that wouldn’t make him fall, but the shrapnel had a good chance of hitting his feet, and that would at least distract the thing.

“Harvey,” he called, landing and not seeing him.

“Behind you, and not present,” came Two-Face’s voice, and he glanced behind him to see his former friend crouched by an upturned chunk of roof from one of the earlier shots.

“Here,” said Batman, passing him an earpiece, “The odds of us being able to stick close together is basically non-existent.”

Harvey took it and gave it a glance, then put it in. “So, you were saying?”

“Catwoman?” checked Batman.

“Loud and clear,” came her voice from his cowl.

“We move the fight towards 18th,” said Batman, “—Harvey, how many grenades do you have left?”

“Enough to punch a hole in the side of the water tower, if you’re asking what I think,” replied Two-Face.

“Good. We get there, I keep his focus on me. Once he’s in position, blow the side of the tower. Catwoman, I’ve got enough ice pellets I can pass you to freeze him solid inside it.”

“And you?” asked Catwoman.

“I’ll move.”

“Worth a shot,” said Two-Face, taking a couple through the smoke, guessing apparently pretty well, because Bruce could hear the bullets pinging off the thing’s shield.

“Okay. Let’s do it. Meet you at the edge of the roof for the pellets,” came Catwoman’s voice.

Batman tossed a flash grenade, then turned and ran for the far end of the roof, towards 18th street, Two-Face with him. Ahead, he saw Catwoman land on the edge of the roof and look back at them over her shoulder. As he ran, he opened the pouch on his belt with the freeze pellets and took all of them, sliding to a stop by Catwoman and the waiting open bag she was holding out. As he dumped the pellets inside, he noticed an enormous diamond in there too.

“Oh, you want to start something about that now?” asked Catwoman, catching his look. Not giving him time to respond, she jumped off the roof and caught onto a pipe with her whip, swinging up to the next rooftop and running.

He aimed his grapple.

“Uh, you two know I can’t go leaping from rooftop to rooftop, right?” said Two-Face in slight annoyance behind him.

“Yeah,” he said, glancing back and offering an arm, pretty sure neither of them was going to be too happy about this. Two-Face definitely wasn’t, but the helpful sound of Tachyon firing an energy blast their direction quickly changed the subject mentally from anything but ‘let’s get the fuck out of the way of that before we’re vaporized,’ and Two-Face ran to him, Batman snagged him around the waist, and grappled for the next building, hearing the edge of the roof explode behind them.

Not needing to use his arms for any of this, Two-Face twisted around as they swung, and emptied both clips in Tachyon’s direction.

How many of those is he carrying? Way more than two, apparently.

“Running?” called Tachyon’s distorted voice—much more distorted, apparently, by taking a gunfull of bullets to his mask, “How unlike you, Batman.”

Ignoring that, Batman landed on the roof a yard behind Catwoman and ran, neck and neck with Two-Face. Two energy blasts came their way, and he saw Catwoman swing to the side as he and Harvey split, ducking in opposite directions, then course-correcting towards the same corner of the building. As he got close, Batman turned around and sent an exploding batarang towards the thing rapidly gaining on them. Its shield caught the shot, but in the moment of smoke and light, he caught Two-Face again, and jumped, grappling for a building across the street, then again around the edge of the block. Close. He could see the tower up ahead, and Catwoman well on her way towards it on his right.

“Get on a building!” shouted Two-Face.

“Why?” he asked in surprise.

“Because that thing can fly a lot faster than it was before!” he snapped, and Batman looked over his shoulder just in time to see it hurtling towards them at speed, hand outstretched and crackling. No time to maneuver, and too low to reach a roof, he chucked Two-Face at the nearest fire escape, and turned to brace. The thing hit him like missile, digging its fingers into the chestplate of his suit. The claw-like fingers snapped through armor and it bent its arm and flung him, slamming him into the side of the building.

Even with time to brace for impact, it hurt. The brick building gave way around him and for a second he was stuck in it, hanging there, head throbbing. Trying to think as the thing in the air stopped and turned. It opened its hands and flexed.

“On the ropes,” it said proudly, “If you can take it as some consolation at the end, you lasted much longer than I expected. I’ll remember that. You should be very honored.”

It was so…sincere. Whatever this thing was, it really believed every word of that. Which was information he felt like he could find the importance of, if only he could get his mind to focus. He’s going to shoot me. I have to…

It raised its hands towards him, energy sparking, and a whip cracked.

For a brief instant, he saw Catwoman falling past him, and the tip of her whip caught Tachyon around the hands and jerked them towards each other as he unleashed his attack, and then everything in the air was a blinding flash of purple and blue and white and he couldn’t see anything except sparks along his eyes, and there was a horrible sound like an engine exploding. A shockwave of air slammed into him, and he lost vision for a second.

Catwoman. She-

Struggling, he blinked, focusing blurry eyes on the chaos around him. Tachyon was on the ground across the street, in the wreckage of what had been a car. On the ground, he could see a body in black he recognized as Catwoman, and his heart sped up, but as he struggled to get free of the wall, he saw it move, a little unsteady, and stand. Oh she’s okay. Thank god.

What a crazy thing to do. Effective, though.

He had to hand it to her, she was nothing if not that.

Oh shit I hit my head worse than I thought, didn’t I, came the follow-up thought too late as he pulled free of the wall and raised an arm to shoot his grapple and watched his vision go black. It was too late though. He had leaned into the motion too far not to fall, and he blacked out and pitched forward, thinking please wake up before you hit the pavement in some dismally disconnected way. There was a jolt along his left arm he was vaguely aware of, and he felt himself hanging for a few seconds as he fought to wake up. What…?

Blinking hard, his vision came back into focus, and he saw Catwoman below him again. She was running for the side of the building, and climbing a drainpipe, trying to get back to the roof. Across the street, Tachyon, not looking so great himself now, was dragging himself off the ruined sedan, seething. His gauntlets were shattered, cracks running all along the arms, and some of the fingers missing, revealing human hands underneath, and bare bone robotics wrapped around them. So you are human.

He felt himself being lifted then, and looked up to see Two-Face with a death-grip on his left arm, hoisting him towards the fire escape. Ah. That’s why.

As Harvey got him over the railing, he heard Tachyon shouting and glanced down to see it take to the air again, a bit raggedly now.

“RRAAAAH!” it shouted in what appeared to be just frustration, waving its damaged arms at them furiously. “WHY are you helping him!” It shouted at Two-Face, enraged. “You were trying to kill him yourself when I arrived!”

“Just because I want to kill him doesn’t mean I want you to kill him,” replied Two-Face in disgust.

Thanks, I think, thought Bruce.

“Boys, we should maybe get a move-on?” came Catwoman’s voice over coms, “He uhhh, looks pretty mad to me!”

Batman took Two-Face and grappled with him to the roof, and took her suggestion, running towards the end of the block and the waiting water tower up ahead.

“Yeah! Nice shot!” called Two-Face as they ran, “That was fun to watch.”

I’ll bet, thought Bruce, trying to ignore the agony in his ribs as he ran. I should really take Al’s advice and carry pain meds with me—why don’t I do that? Why?

 The buildings were close enough they could both jump them here, so they did, Bruce trying to mask how much landing had hurt by looking over his shoulder at the enemy behind them. He was moving a lot slower now, which was great. Two-Face might have a little too much of a point though—vendetta of some weird kind or not, the thing might be more angry at Catwoman right now than him, so he’d have to think of a way to make absolutely certain to draw all its fire. This thing has a temper though, so that should be easy enough.

They jumped another alley and tore across the roof of the last building on the block, Catwoman ahead of them, taking a running leap to a light post, and from there to a billboard, then launching herself at the building on the far side of the street, slamming into the side wall and digging into it with her claws and starting to climb.

For a second, Batman was confused, and then he saw the whip, wrapped around her waist like always, but missing a sold third now, and scorched at the end. Right. Of course.

He and Two-Face reached the end of the roof side-by-side, and Batman grappled them across the street and onto the waiting roof, landing just as Catwoman swung herself up alongside them.

“Well boys,” she said like that had all been perfectly easy as she straightened up, “Game time?”

Two-Face shot her a grin, and flipped his coin. He seemed pleased by the result and placed it back in his pocket, replacing it with a gun and cracking his neck. “Looks like.”

“Okay. Let’s go,” said Batman, and they split.

Okay. Where do I do this. There were plenty of places close enough to the water tower to work, but he wanted to be low enough to let gravity and the weight of that water cause some damage, and far enough to give Catwoman and Two-Face a little space. And somewhere I can stall. That part might not be so hard. This guy liked to monologue.

Maybe not with that many holes in him though, thought Batman with a grimace, glancing behind himself and taking in the incredible damage to the suit Tachyon was wearing as it banked around the building behind them, and into his line of sight.

Okay then, there. South corner, next building over. Close enough, almost right below, and one of those little bulkheads for a stairwell, which would provide decent cover if talking failed to stall.

Now just to make sure Tachyon came after him.

“Have your pet criminals abandoned you?” called Tachyon, pausing to hover in the air now that it could see him again. Its suit of armor did…not look good. His, suit of armor, at a guess, but it was impossible to be sure. “Or have the rats just scuttered off, waiting in the wings for a good chance to dive on back in from the shadows like cowards again?” They added, glancing around for Catwoman and Two-Face.

“You act like I’ve used some unfair numbers advantage on you,” said Batman, turning to face him, “But neither of them works for me. Two-Face wouldn’t even still be here if you’d only blown me off the side of a building. You think you’re awfully important and powerful, but you’re still picking fights and complaining about it.”

Ah, there we go, he thought with some satisfaction, seeing the immediate change in body-posture and tone in Tachyon.

“It’s not a matter of fairness or fear. They’re mild irritants, which in general I’m not fond of,” said Tachyon icily.

Still hesitating to hit me though. I bet you think this is a trap. Which, it was. So I’m either going to have to get him a whole lot more comfortable, or a whole lot more angry for this to work.

Tachyon raised a palm and a sphere of thick purple-blue energy appeared in the air.

Oh, or not, nevermind.

Bruce leapt back and right, out of the way of the pulse, and returned fire with a batarang, aiming for the exposed skin now on the hands. Tachyon’s shield flickered to life and deflected the shot, but they could see what he’d tried to do, and did not seem pleased by it.

Taking a few steps back towards is goal, Batman flung another two batarangs, then leapt backwards and handsprung to the far edge of the roof, dodging two more blasts from the thing.

“This was supposed to be easier,” said Tachyon with great irritation, to itself though, not him, from the volume.

“Funny how that works,” said Batman, levelling a batarang at it and smiling, “You showed up thinking you’d take one shot from the shadows yourself, and kill me, the symbol of power and justice in Gotham, and here you are getting your ass handed to you by a couple of two-bit criminals who happened to be nearby.”

That did it. Whatever small amount of holding back Tachyon had had went completely out the window, and it shrieked in rage and came after him, firing off blasts from its palms at such an insane rate, there was no way it was even aiming all of them. Batman leapt out of the way and back, then turned and ran, hearing it come after, and zig-zagging from cover to cover, leaping an alley and sliding into position behind the bulkhead just as the side of it exploded in a flash of bright energy.

“You’re laughing, but I’m no joke,” came Tachyon’s voice, drenched with venom, “I am going to change this city, and the world, into what you couldn’t. Into what no one else has the guts, the brains, or the ability to make it. It was only my mistake to think I’d do you the honor of fighting you evenly, like this. You didn’t deserve it.”

That’s one way to take losing badly, thought Batman, readying a smoke grenade. He dashed out of cover and threw it, sliding under a shot from Tachyon, and to the edge of the roof.

“I looked on you as a necessary sacrifice, but I respected what you wished you were doing,” said Tachyon, turning to face him, palms leveled, “So I thought I’d do you the great favor going, since there is no way around you going, without any unnecessary emotional pain.”

What on earth does even he think he’s talking about?

“As much trouble as you’ve caused this world, you do it because you’re mislead. An ego-maniac who thinks he’s the cure the world can’t offer.” There was a strange sensation then, sudden. Not…painful. But. Not…not painful.

It…it wasn’t doing anything he could see, but if felt like. Like. …Being pushed out of your own head, a little, or pushed further in. What did…? He… Pressure, like the altitude had risen suddenly, and…

“Or maybe…it’s guilt,” said Tachyon, “That makes you cling to the festering corpse of this rotting ci—”

The water tower exploded behind them.

Bruce flung himself backwards and off the building as fast as he could, tucked in limbs, and launched, then spreading them and using the cape to glide at the last second, and swinging up and wide of the massive downpour of water. It was thunderous. The sound drowned out anything else. He couldn’t even hear the explosion past the water after the first second. The deluge slammed into the building with such force, it completely obscured it from vision as he twisted in the air to look. And then, there was a little faint flash of light, and he saw chemicals bond at speed, and the water turn to ice, so fast it was still in the air when it did. The water clung to the roof of the building like the inside of a jagged snowglobe, a partially translucent picture, or a frozen moment of time. In it, just at the edge of the roof, still in the air, but trapped there now by the solid matter around him, Batman could see Tachyon. Horizontal, knocked down by the force of the water, and trapped near the roof, about ten feet below where he’d been.

We did it, thought Bruce in relief, landing on the next rooftop over and letting out a breath. With it, the pain in his ribs became more real. Ow.

“Nice job,” said Batman into the coms, not sure where exactly the other two had landed.

“Two-bit criminals?” came Harvey’s voice from behind him with distaste.

Ah, there you are.

He glanced behind himself, not sure if they were going to immediately go back to fighting, and hoping Two-Face would at least wait for them to be completely certain that thing wouldn’t find some way out of here.

“I had to get his attention,” he replied.

“Well, it worked,” came Catwoman’s voice, and he heard a clink of metal on metal, and saw her sling herself down from a billboard by the building, and land easily on his other side, “That man certainly likes the sound of his own voice,” she added, glancing at the frozen scene.

Tachyon, for his part, hadn’t moved. They seemed trapped there, well and truly. So I guess I’d better get them out before they suffocate, thought Batman with some (he felt) pretty deserved tiredness.

He stepped over carefully, onto the ice, until he was directly above, and scanned the body.

“All clear?” asked Catwoman curiously, slinging her arms casually over his shoulders and looking down with him.

“Well, he’s alive, and human. Heartrate…surprisingly normal, for being encased in ice, and still conscious for it. No movement, no change. Whatever he’s got his suit made out of, it’s letting him breathe, though, so no rush thawing him out,” said Batman, lowering his palm as the sensors in his fingertips finished their scan.

He stepped back onto the roof, checking data on the screen in his cowl.

“Well, that was a fun little intermission,” said Two-Face, cracking his neck and eyeing Batman.

Ah. Right. He’s being unusually decent about announcing it’s back on. I guess I should be…grateful for that.

God he was tired though. And his ribs and chest hurt. And head. He would have loved to go home and call it a night. Sadly, that wasn’t the job, though. Ever…

He shut off the little data screen on the back of his gauntlet and straightened up, sliding a batarang into his hand and turning to face him.

“Wait, what?” said Catwoman, double-taking, “You two? Are going back to fighting? After that?”

“Yeah, sweetheart, so you might want to move along,” said Two-Face, levelling his gun and not taking his eyes off Batman.

“Wait, are you serious?” she asked, incredulous, looking from one to the other, “Why?”

Batman glanced at her, then back at Two-Face, tensed, throw ready.

“Why?” echoed Two-Face, still not looking at her.

“Yeah,” she said, turning to Batman, “Aren’t you going to let him go?”

Two-Face lost his perfect focus for a second.

Shit, thought Bruce nervously, This could get really bad for me. He kept his scowl and his eyes on Two-Face.

“Stop it—no, I’m serious,” said Catwoman, irritated now, and moving slightly between them, putting hand on Batman’s shoulder, “Come on. He helped you.”

“And,” said Batman flatly, praying she would take the hint and stop.

She did not.

“And?? And he saved your life! You owe him. What, you’re not going to let him walk?”

“Kitty-Cat,” said Two-Face, slightly off his own game at this point, “What are you trying to accomplish here?”

“Come on, what were you even stopping him from doing tonight? Robbing something?” said Catwoman, still on Batman.

Well…

“Oh, come on,” she pressed, “You let me go.”

“Wait, what?” said Two-Face.

God damn it.

“That’s hardly the same thing,” said Batman, irritated and struggling to find a quick way in his head to remedy this situation. I can’t just let him go! With her, it’s different. She doesn’t kill people. She’s never even really hurt someone. But Harvey…

“It’s completely the same thing,” said Catwoman, dedicatedly making everything worse, “He’s a thief; I’m a thief. It’s not like he’s some serial killer like Joker.”

“I am not a thief,” said Two-Face in disbelief, the target of his aggression beginning to swap.

Oh god.

“Well what do you call yourself then?” said Catwoman, not seeming to notice that as she turned to him.

“A crime boss,” said Harvey in the slightly stunted voice of someone who had had no prepared response and just barely managed to produce that answer on demand.

“What, like the Roman?” said Catwoman, “You’re nothing like that.”

This is going to get out of hand almost immediately, thought Bruce in distress.

“Enough!” he tried, cutting off the last syllable of Catwoman’s ‘You’re much more like me than you’re like that’. “It’s different,” he said, looking from one to the other, “He’s different.”

“What, and you can’t let him go, even once?” she asked, eyes getting huge in the very annoyingly effective way she was so good at, “Even after he saved your life?”

He glanced at Harvey, mind running questions he already knew the answer to again, just in case maybe this time there would be some amazing, new, different answer. Arm lowering on its own just an inch as he felt, like always, for just a second like he could see the person he used to know behind those eyes instead of the one who was really there now in front of him.

And then there was a sound of ice cracking.

Bruce turned at the sound, but back to it, he turned too late. Catwoman had looked at Two-Face when he did, and turned at the sound too. Two-Face, who had been already looking towards the ice, moved before the sound.

As he turned, time seemed to slow and Batman saw Tachyon above the ice somehow, not in it, hovering upright, arm leveled, and what looked like a gun in his hand. Which was impossible. He had no belt. No pack. Nothing. Where had it come from? His armor was broken like before, but there was no hole in the ice, no crack, no shrapnel from someone breaking through it. It was like he’d vanished and re-materialized. There was just no way.

The bullet that had been fired before he turned at the sound of ice cracking was already on him when he turned, and it was going to hit the broken dent in the front of his chest armor Tachyon had made with his claws, and then Harvey’s arm slammed into his side, and he fell out of the way of the shot.

Time did not return to normal.

Bruce felt everything slow.

How?

It wasn’t possible. That wasn’t how physics worked. Nothing about how he’d acted had indicated any kind of—displacement power. If he could teleport, why wait until now?

But arguing with reality didn’t stop it. And Harvey went back as the bullet hit him instead.

And Tachyon vanished.

Batman stumbled, and caught himself, staring at the nothing where an enemy had just been, waiting for another attack, and then he heard Harvey hit the ground, and looked. Oh God. Please, please don’t be hurt badly.

Catwoman caught him, just before he’d fallen all the way, and Bruce slid to a knee and found the blood and the torn fabric immediately. It had only hit his forearm, and he felt almost sick with relief at the sight. If he never, ever saw another person he cared about shot in front of him again, it would be too soon.

“Go!” called Catwoman, “I got him!”

He gave a nod and turned and ran for the edge of the roof, switching the cowl to look for heat signatures. Nothing. He tried cold, tried light spectrums, electromagnetics, soundwaves, anything he could think of. But Tachyon was just…gone.

Really gone, he realized, as the faint sound of Catwoman and Two-Face exchanging words registered, and the seconds ticked from one to twelve, and nothing happened.

He looked down at the ice, a strange feeling in his chest. Why did I hear the ice crack, if he teleported?

A part of him thought the thing had just wanted him to turn and look. There was no crack, not anywhere he could see at least. Just a hollow, the size of Tachyon, where his body had been.

…

He turned, and walked back to Harvey, taking a knee and reaching for the arm.

“I’m fine,” said Two-Face in annoyance, pushing himself up to his feet, “barely even winged me.”

“…Why?” asked Bruce, standing with him, and looking from the torn fabric up to his face, “Why would you-”

There had been irritation and hostility ready in whatever answer Two-Face had been about to give, but he didn’t. Instead, he screamed, and snatched the wounded arm with his free one reflexively, stumbling back.

“Harvey?” asked Catwoman in alarm, catching his shoulder and trying to steady him.

Thinking fast, Batman grabbed his arm and sliced through the fabric of the sleeve with a batarang, exposing the bullet hole, and watched in horror as something very clearly moved under the skin. Two-Face cried out again, arm spasming as whatever had been in the bullet dug in deeper under his muscle, and then started crawling up his arm under the skin.

“Cut it out!” he shouted.

Batman grabbed his forearm at the elbow, tight, to block the thing, and sliced into the skin right in the thing’s path. Harvey jerked and gritted his teeth, face sweating, and Catwoman tried to keep him steady. Quick, Batman pulled the top layer of skin back about three inches across, and he could see it. A little purplish robot, small, about the size of a nickel, with hundreds of tiny feet propelling it along. He snatched it with the tips of his gauntlet claws, and ripped it free with intense relief.

And it broke apart in his fingers.

No. Split apart, into something like a hundredtiny versions of itself, the size of seed ticks. They flung themselves from his fingertips and rained down back onto the open wound, burrowing in with a horrific speed and frenzy as they touched flesh, and dispersing, up the arm, in the skin, in the muscles, on the tendons, along the nerves.

Harvey screamed again, falling to a knee as the skin on his upper arm wriggled with the tiny robots that were close to the surface, scuttling beneath the skin towards his shoulder, and his arm started to spasm uncontrollably.

“Do something!” shouted Catwoman desperately.

There was a ripple of movement along the skin on the side of his neck now, and the muscles in it began to twitch; his whole body jerked with it, and he began to choke, and Bruce realized the robots were going to burrow into his brain, and he found the emp in his utility belt as fast as humanly possible and discharged it against Harvey’s neck at maximum charge, frying every electronic in a half mile radius.

Two-Face collapsed forwards and went completely still, and Batman dropped to his knees, arms shaking as he raised the suddenly lifeless head and felt for a pulse at his neck.

My god, Harvey. Please. Please, God, don’t let him be dead.

There was a pulse. Faint. But there.

He met Catwoman’s eyes.

“He’s alive.”

“Oh thank God,” she said like an exhale, looking off at nothing wide-eyed for a second, then back at him. “What the hell was that?”

“What the hell is it,” said Batman, finding adhesive, and using it to secure the emp to Harvey’s neck, still running, “I’m not taking chances on having permanently fried those. Whatever they are, they’re little bits of metal, and they’re still in him.”

“A-At least you got them before they got to his head,” offered Catwoman shakily, and then much more shakily, “You did. Get them before they made it all the way up his neck, didn’t you?”

He didn’t know, so he didn’t answer.

“Christ,” she said, sounding sick.

“Either way, I’m getting them out,” said Batman, rage starting to replace the fear that had been all he could feel until a second ago. Careful, he stooped, and lifted Harvey, and Catwoman let go to let him.

Thinking as fast as he was physically able, Bruce used the button on his gauntlet to remote call the car, really, really glad Al had insisted on all the emp casing on all of his own tech it was possible to get some on once he’d started using the things, and moved to the edge of the roof, watching for the bright flash of blue light announcing its turn down the street.

I can get him to the Batcave, get Al’s help. Run a full scan from the computer, see what we’re dealing with here.

“I’m going with you.”

He hadn’t heard her come up, but when he turned to look, Catwoman was standing beside him on the roof.

She turned her head to meet his gaze, expression determined. “That thing is still out there, and you don’t know what you’re dealing with. He would have fried you twice already tonight, without me.” She hesitated a second then, and glanced down at the street, and when she continued, her tone was different. “Besides. If I don’t know you got those things back out of him, I’m going to have nightmares for the next weeks. …And besides,” she pressed on, tone more casual again, “Diamond Boy is still out there somewhere, and I’d hardly like to think what might happen to me if I take a hit like that without you and an emp to save me.”

She turned her head towards him and tilted it, giving him a smile.

“…Please, let me help,” she said after a moment of his silence, expression never once wavering. Like she already knew he must be going to let her.

Bruce thought.

..There were…plenty of reasons to refuse, the most simple of which was the absolute havoc that woman could wreak on the Batcave and all the tech he had in it, and had the one time he’d taken her before, and the second of which was Alfred, but…

But she’s smart, and she’s observant. She might have seen something I missed, and I’m not taking chances, when someone almost died sixty seconds ago.

If Harvey could still be in trouble, and he could be, and she even might be able to help, and she might…

“Okay,” he said quietly, turning to meet her gaze, and her face brightened with a very proud grin. “But you’re staying blindfolded on the way in, and the way out.”

Expression completely unchanged—even more pleased honestly, if anything, she nodded. It never hurt her case with him that she had to be the single prettiest thing he’d ever seen, he thought to himself, chagrined.

There was the familiar screech of tires, and the batmobile slid to a stop in the street below them. They both looked down at it, then back at each other. She was practically glowing.

“Please, don’t make me regret this,” said Bruce. …Again.

[nebulouscoffee]

Thinking about Her... (my Dax fic I haven't updated since last July which I really need to bring back from the war)

[h-i-raeth]

"The Sum Of Our Parts" for wip wendesday! i love andreil so much

WIP Wednesday On AO3 here

“There’s something Kevin is leaving out.”

No shit, Sherlock. If the language switch hadn’t been a clue, the way that Neil had tensed and then immediately relaxed after Kevin told them whatever version of the truth that he had sure as hell was. Still. “So what? I don’t think he’s lying about the kid not being a mole. Whatever they’re hiding, that means he’s got just as much right to sanctuary as any of you.”

The tilt of his head that Andrew gives him isn’t quite agreement, but it’s probably as close as Wymack will get tonight.

“I’m serious, Andrew. Leave the kid alone.”

[kanawolf]

I dont suppose anyone has an archived version of an RvB fic??

[silvvergears]

So I kinda made a meme after that lawnmower purring chapter and I don't know how to post pictures in ao3 comments so I'm sending it here:

Loved the chapter, enjoy the meme

I'm literally on the bus home rn and I burst into tears and excited flaps bc I fuckin love this so much of my god!!!! Thank you so much!!! This is absolutely perfect and I love it so much 💖💖💖💖💖💖

[pomefioredove]

Okay but imagine one of the guys actually win the prefect, and they just go rubbing it on the others face by making them wear their respective form uniform.

Except Kalim, he would probably just make them have a sleepover every night and paint each other nails.

ohhh see now I'm imagining all the alternate routes this could take... okay okay I'm so here for this. like half of the cast would totally make them wear the uniform just to rub it in, the other half would just be crazy about seeing them in the dorm uniform at all. I DO have some thoughts on this concept alone... and I'll make another part later yk yk

parts 1 | 2 | 3 | kalim | bad ending

summary: joining their dorms + wearing the uniforms. a proper ending to this type of post: short fics characters: ace, deuce, jack, epel, riddle, ruggie, azul, jamil, kalim, vil additional info: yuu is gender neutral, ruggie is cute, azul is the cutest, vil enjoyers come get your food, maybe a little ooc for some parts

If you thought it was bad before, the news that Malleus intended to marry you made everything about twenty times more chaotic. Bids were upped to insurmountable sums, rumors were spread like the plague, fights were raging through campus as the deadline to donate approached. Even Crowley was starting to feel a little antsy, despite all of the brand new amenities he had already ordered for his office.

Finally, the day came. The announcement was held in the courtyard, where just about any student who had stakes in the matter had shirked whatever after-school responsibilities they had to gather. The prefect themselves was nowhere to be found, though only few noticed their absence.

"Maybe it'll be nice," you say to your direbeast companion, the both of you tucked away in a dark corner at Ramshackle.

"It'll definitely beat living in this dump. You think they got good food in Diasomnia?" Grim murmurs.

You grimace. "Uh... sure. I can't imagine they wouldn't, right?"

Crowley clears his throat, pulling a thin, delicate envelope out of his coat pocket while the crowd eagerly watches on. He takes his sweet time opening it, much to everyone's utter dismay, and when he finally withdraws the contents the entire courtyard falls quiet enough to hear a pin drop.

"And our winner is..."

First Year's Ending

"Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, and Epel Felmier. Congratulations! The prefect will be ready at Ramshackle for your collection this evening. I trust you'll sort out the details..."

The four freshman look between each other, a mix of awe and shock on each of their faces.

Everyone else is staring daggers at them.

Vil is the first to speak. "How?"

"We may or may not have sweetened the deal with a few exclusive bonuses," Ace snickers, crossing his arms. Vil rolls his eyes. Deuce sighs.

"We'll be Crowley's new slaves for months after this..."

Jack grumbles from the back of the four. "Well, it was worth it. Imagine if someone underhanded and dishonest had won, and-"

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever,"

The four pause, looking between each other in silence. Then, finally:

"So who will they be staying with?" Epel asks, catching Vil's attention again.

"Excellent question, Epel," the housewarden smiles, stepping back into the conversation. "We would be more than willing to accommodate the prefect at Pomefiore. Our dorm far outshines the others."

Leona growls. "I heard that. Besides, why should you be first in line? We've already housed them before, they were plenty comfortable then,"

"As I recall, you forced them into servitude as penance for staying," Riddle snaps. "Not exactly the friendliest host. I think they would be much more comfortable at Heartslabyul."

The four freshman can only watch in silence as the housewardens break out into bickering with one another about who's dorm is best.

"Soooo..." Ace starts. "Maybe we should rotate?"

Deuce sighs. "For once, you actually have a good idea,"

Riddle's Ending

"Riddle Rosehearts, congratulations! I'll alert the prefect at once," Crowley says, immediately turning and disappearing into the crowd before anything can get ugly.

It doesn't exactly come across as a surprise to anyone- Riddle closely calculated his spendings, taking into consideration Leona's overconfidence, Malleus' stranger proposal, and Kalim's over-enthusiasm.

Of course, with some additional prodding about how no other dorm is responsible enough to handle another person like Heartslabyul, Crowley finally gave in.

And now, you're sat in front of the dorm's rose gardens, suitcase in tow as you make no apparent effort to walk in.

"Thought I'd find you out here," Trey says, taking a seat in the grass next to you. "Feeling okay?"

"Nervous," you admit.

Trey chuckles, much to your annoyance. "I promise there's really nothing to be nervous about. Riddle is really quite happy you're here,"

You find that a bit surprising, though you suppose it's hard to tell when he's excited. He always has this impression of deep psychological stress on him that makes him difficult to read.

"Is he?"

"Oh, yeah. He's been running Ace and Deuce ragged getting ready. He really wants to impress you," Trey pauses with a small smile. "You'll get used to the order of things here in no time. And if you ever need any help, you've got me, Cater, Ace, Deuce... I'm sure even Riddle will take it easy on you."

You smile in return. "Thanks, I-"

"Prefect!" Riddle storms out of the front doors, looking rather well-dressed for a simple Tuesday afternoon. "You were expected four minutes ago! I've taken the liberty of finding your measurements, so your dorm uniform is already ready and inside!"

Yeah. Excited, right. You give Trey a little look (to which he only waves merrily) and start off behind the housewarden.

For a moment, as you follow him, you could swear you catch him humming and smiling. But before you can say anything about it he catches Ace messing with your dorm uniform and starts shouting.

Ruggie's Ending

"And the winner is... no... this can't be right..."

Crowley clutches the paper, bringing it close to his face. He clicks his tongue, murmuring to himself.

"Um... Ruggie Bucchi, everyone!"

The news sends a shockwave through the audience, and everyone turns to the sophomore at the back of the courtyard. The sudden shift in energy is enough to make him drop his sandwich.

"Damn it..." he grumbles, picking it off the ground and swiping the dirt off of it with his sleeve. "Still good, eh?"

"Are you deaf?" Leona glares. "You're just embarrassing yourself now, and me by association."

Ruggie raises an eyebrow. "What? Oh, the lottery-thingy? I'm pretty sure Crowley misread that. He's going senile, y'know,"

Crowley crosses his arms, begrudginly handing off the paper to Azul in the front. He adjusts his glasses.

"It says Ruggie Bucchi,"

"Then someone mistyped it! I'm telling 'ya, there's no way I managed to scrounge up enough before the deadline. I was digging between couch cushions by the end of it,"

Leona looks as if he's about to smack him upside the head. "Would you just get up there?"

"Geez, alright. But don't blame me when someone comes around with the right winner later," he says, trudging to the front of the crowd. "So what do I gotta do?"

"Erm... the prefect is waiting at Ramshackle. You'll collect them and return to Savanaclaw, where you'll be responsible for handling the details."

"Sure, whatever. Let's get to it, then,"

---

Even your surprise is palpable, though you suppose it could be a lot worse. Ruggie has been a pal before, helping you out at Sam's and convincing Leona to let you off the hook when you accidentally annoy him.

Though, he himself seems less than pleased as you step out of your new room in Savanaclaw, dressed in a slightly too-big uniform.

Leona smirks as if watching something amusing and claps, slowly. "Looking good. See, none of those other pompous outfits woulda looked half as nice on you. Nice work, Ruggie,"

Ruggie rolls his eyes and leans back against the wall. Leona excuses himself to find somewhere warm to nap, leaving you two to stare at each other.

"So... what's wrong?"

"Hm?"

"I mean," you say carefully. "You don't exactly seem excited about winning."

"Oh," Ruggie shrugs. "That's cause I didn't. Guys like me don't win anything. I'm sure someone will come to give you away to the right winner tomorrow."

The thought doesn't sit well with you- you're already here, after all, and Grim is gorging himself in the lounge, and you really-kinda-don't-mind Ruggie winning.

"Well, I hope not,"

He raises an eyebrow. "You know I can hardly afford to take care of myself, right?"

"So then we're even. Just don't make me go through all that bidding stuff again," you sigh. "Let's leave it at that."

A brief, though comfortable silence falls over the two of you, and then he grins. "Alright, then. I can live with that,"

Octotrio's Ending

"Azul Ashengrotto!"

Azul's immediate reaction is to collapse. he hadn't really realized how much stress the anticipation was causing him until suddenly his knees were buckling like he was learning to walk on land all over again.

Floyd grabs his shoulder to keep him upright and Jade joins the scattered applause.

"Don't look so pale, Azul. I'm sure this will prove to be a worthwhile investment," he says, folding his hands neatly in front of him.

A part of Azul knows that Jade isn't referring to anything financial, but he doesn't say a word about it.

"Besides," Jade goes on. "It'll be nice having another member of my club."

Both Azul and Floyd groan in unison.

---

Floyd gives you a standing ovation when you walk into the Mostro Lounge, fully dressed in the provided dorm uniform.

Azul, on the other hand, looks away entirely.

"It feels too long," you say, staring at the bottoms of your pants. You're not exactly in a place to complain, so you keep your voice meek.

"We can make the necessary adjustments," Jade says, walking into the room with a tray of tea, his all-too-knowing smile as unnerving as ever. "You look very nice, though. Wouldn't you say, Azul?"

The merman's eyes immediately turn away from Jade. "Hm?"

"Tell the prefect they look nice, Azul,"

Floyd laughs from across the room, clearly enjoying the spectacle. You tilt your head to the side like a curious puppy, not exactly sure what this banter is about. But it's not your place to pry, either.

Azul's face is beet-red. "You... look nice,"

"Thank you,"

"So are they gonna work or what? I'm tired," Floyd whines, lying on one of the couches and kicking off his shoes.

Azul grimaces. "Don't do that, that's disgusting. And I thought we should let them adjust a few days before giving them the option of working,"

"Option?" Jade's grin widens. "My, aren't you feeling generous?"

"I... assume this process has been rather jarring. I don't want any of my employees distracted or mopey. Is that right?"

You blink. "Uh... yes. This whole thing has been pretty terrible,"

Azul nods in acknowledgement as Grim tumbles in the room, wearing a brand new purple and silver-streaked bow. "Can't believe you guys had one of these 'jus lying around! I feel like a million thaumarks!"

You chuckle and scoop him into your arms. "You look very handsome. Just like Azul,"

Azul can feel his soul leaving his body and has to swiftly turn around to face the wall so you can't see him blushing. Floyd laughs.

"Oh- oh I meant the bow looks just like Azul's outfit!" you correct yourself. He pretends he didn't hear anything at all.

Jade breaks the awkward silence with a chuckle. "Ah, what fun this will be. Now, I think it's only appropriate that we give these two a proper welcome dinner. Prefect, do you care for mushrooms?"

Floyd and Azul groan in unison.

Jamil's Kalim's Ending

"Kalim al-Asim!"

Everyone could see that coming from a mile away. The disgruntled mumbles and groans of the crowd are drowned out by the cheers and claps of one sophomore, practically jumping up and down in the middle of the crowd.

"Yes! Yessss! This is going to be so much fun!"

Jamil suddenly looks exhausted.

Kalim runs to the front of the crowd, shakes Crowley's hand, steals the envelope from him, and sprints the rest of the way to Ramshackle.

Your moping is quite abruptly interrupted by a procession of loud knocks at the door, and after managing to summon your courage, you answer them.

"Wh-"

The very second the door is open, a familiar ball of energy is in your arms, squeezing you tightly.

"I wonnnn, prefect! I won!"

Your eyes widen. "You- you-"

You breathe a sigh of relief.

Out of everyone who threw their name in the hat, you couldn't get much luckier than Kalim. Financial problems? Gone. Loneliness? Blown away in the wind. Your chances of getting assassinated...? Well, let's hope Jamil is in a good mood.

Your uniforms are ready, measured to the exact inch, sitting on a set of mannequins that greet you as soon as you're inside.

Jamil is hovering behind one of them, picking at the sleeve of your school uniform for stray threads. He gives you a sideways glance, not exactly looking happy.

"My two best friends in the whole world in the same dorm!" Kalim claps. "You have to try on your dorm uniform, you'll love it! Oh, let me get you some new sheets- we have silk!"

He bounds off down the hall, leaving you alone in the lounge. The silence is thick and uncomfortable.

"Yeah, I'm outta here," Grim says, walking off in the opposite direction.

"Grim!" You whisper-shout.

"It's a preventative measure! No cracker-dry mouth for me!" and with that, he's gone.

Jamil smirks slightly, turning his attention back to sorting the uniforms. "You should get changed while you still can. I have a feeling Kalim will be attached to your side for the rest of the evening,"

You're pleasantly surprised to see how well the dorm uniform fits you, and your return to the lounge is accompanied with a little smile. The fabric is light and breezy, perfect for the dorm's usual weather- you could certainly get used to the perpetual summer.

"Fits well, I presume?" Jamil asks. "You certainly seem to be in high spirits."

"It could be worse,"

"Much worse," he agrees.

A silence falls over the two of you. Eventually, he sighs to himself, watching you out of the corner of his eyes.

"If you ever need a break from Kalim," Jamil says tentatively. "I could certainly find a way to distract him. Just so you know."

You understand the nature of his offer immediately, and though you know it's wrong, you don't exactly say no.

"...Thank you, Jamil,"

Vil's Ending

"Vil Schoenheit! Thank the sevens..."

Though he walks to Ramshackle to collect his prize with a sense of ease, Vil admits that there was a brief moment where he felt anxious about not winning.

Standing in that crowd, surrounded by royalty and nobles, his chances were higher than most but certainly not assured. The very thought of you being stuck with someone other than him was enough to send a shiver up his spine.

After all, how many people on this campus would you feel comfortable with taking your measurements? None, none but him.

"Hold still," he says for the millionth time. "I'm almost done."

Vil insisted on taking your measurements himself, and you had no qualms about that. After all, things could be worse.

"There. I'll have these sent out right away. Pomefiore has many students of your size, so it's likely we'll have a spare uniform for you. That is, until I can have one custom-made,"

"You really don't have to..."

He raises an eyebrow. "Of course I do. You're a Pomefiore student now, I expect you to present yourself like one,"

A knock at the door pulls your attention away from him, though it's Vil who answers it.

He returns to you, dorm uniform in arm.

"That was fast," you say, accepting the bundle of clothes.

"Punctuality is important. Now, get changed, I want to see what I'll have to adjust for you,"

Waiting for your return is almost as nerve-wrecking as it was waiting for Crowley to call out his name. Vil can't be sure why exactly you're making him so nervous now, but it's all he can do to keep from showing it.

The dorm uniform- which you've dawned before- is just as comfortable as you remember. Warm, but not suffocating, soft but durable.

Vil stares at you for a short while before saying anything, simply drinking in your presence.

"Come here. I need to have a look,"

You inch forward, standing in front of him as he turns around you in circle, inspecting every inch. "Well, it fits much better than your last,"

He pauses, stopping in front of you. You look down at your feet, feeling as nervous under his analytical gaze as ever.

Vil chuckles, cupping your chin and tilting your head up to meet his eyes. "You look wonderful. I'll have to help with your confidence, though,"

Good Ending

"And our winner is... M-"

"Crowley!" a loud voice resonates from the very back of the crowd. The sound of hurried footsteps follow it as Trein and Crewel show up on scene.

"We're... we're kind of in the middle of something-"

"You are absolutely not. I cannot believe I had to find out about your little scheme from Trappola and Spade, of all pups," Crewel grimaces. "Are you well?"

"Well I- I-"

"Called it," Ruggie grins. "Totally senile."

Leona rolls his eyes. "Oi! Just read the damn paper!"

"Absolutely not. This is a highly immoral and borderline illegal offense," Trein crosses his arms. "You will all be refunded promptly. Now return to your studies!"

The crowd slowly dissipates, murmuring amongst themselves. Crowley remains in front of the well at the front of the courtyard, kicking the ground with his hands behind his back, like a child being scolded.

Both Trein and Crewel glare. "If you were having such issues with the prefect's expenses, you could have asked,"

"In what universe is giving them away to teenage boys a sound idea?" Trein grimaces. "I can overlook many of the things you do, but this is far too much."

"But-"

"That's enough," Crewel snaps his pointer against his palm. "If the prefect is causing you such troubles, we'll be glad to take them off your hands. In fact, I've already had the necessary legal papers drawn. I've always wanted a pup of my own, you know."

---

A gentle knock at the door rouses you from your melancholy and after some lengthy pestering from Grim, you finally go to answer it.

Outside is none other than Ace and Deuce, looking rather somber.

"No- don't tell me," you say. "I don't even want to hear it."

Deuce sighs. "It's not that. The whole thing got canceled,"

"No- wait, canceled?"

"Someone got caught with their hand in the cookie jar," Ace snickers, but quickly clears his throat after Deuce gives him a sharp glare. "Crowley's negotiated a different solution to the problem."

Deuce nods. "Hypothetically... how do you feel about being adopted?"

[mischefous]

sooo, I read A LOT of whumpy LU fics, and I finally had the motivation to draw up my favorite part from one of my fave fics where poor Legend gets drugged and Warriors is the first to get to him.

(Also i sowwy i didnt get every detail exactly how it was in the fic, dis was the best i could do)

I would love to do more of these. But fudge knuckles my motivation is dogshit. that's also why this is super messy T3T

but anyways, i do hope yall enjoy, AND GO READ THE ORIGINAL FIC ITS AAAAH, AMAZING!!!! Give it sum big lov'n!

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taste of our world | e. jaeger, a. artlert, r. braun

(Y/N) is your typical workaholic. A successful business woman with everything going for her….except a love life! That is until your best friend invites you to dinner with her colleagues. Who beyond their fancy suits and expensive cars, harbor a secret that no one would expect.

black fem!reader, (reader is a bit nerdy and reserved) niesha cameo, finger sucking, groping (consensual), fingering, corruption kink, toys use, voyeurism, m/m action, spit play, 3 sum with an eventual fivesome, polyamory + other things, all the characters are in their late 20’s

📜: I’ve had this idea floating around for a while and I just wanted to try it out. It’s very much different from my normal fics but hey, maybe experimenting will get me out of this rut I’m in. Bc writing should be fun, not perfect and clean! :)

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.──

life: it always had a strange way of working out. It could lead you down a variety of paths..some that you’d never even imagine. It was the very thought circulating your mind at the moment…positioned in a rather intricate and compromising manner; legs parted with your feet propped as if they were being hoisted by stirrups at a doctors office..not exactly how you would’ve been spending your Friday evenings some months ago.

“You poor thing, you’re so tense…must’ve been a long week, princess.” “Maybe she just needs someone to take her stress away. I think we can handle that..”

two voices interloping over that of your own infinite train of thoughts, speaking as if you weren’t even in the room. The ones racing through your mind at lightning speed as you struggled to take in your surroundings. A dimly illuminated room, shrouded in burgundy, black and cream colored decor. Canopy drapes hung above your head from the ceiling whilst you sat spread open with satin ropes binding your hands and ankles..those strappy heels you wore throughout your eight hour work day? Still coiled around those beautiful brown legs. It was a rather delectable sight to behold and they were itching to devour. The same could also be said of your button down blouse..still flesh against that curvaceous body and torn open by your doting boyfriends, the second they saw you in it and exposing those supple tits in the process. They made haste in hoisting your skirt to your tummy, and tugging those soaked panties down until they were torn completely off.

“And look, she even kept her toy in, all day..just like we asked. We’re so proud of you, baby.”

that deep voice cooing to you with a palm cupped around your cheek and a thumb pursed between your lips to suckle on. It was attached to a man, who by all accounts was your boyfriend. Eren, who’d entered your life six months prior and turned it upside down. Naturally, it was for the better..but it was certainly a culture shock nonetheless. Not many women could say they had a successful, attentive, loving partner who catered to her every whim in this society; less known, two of them. That honor also went to that of Reiner Braun. The more reserved yet most certainly, yet dominant of the pair. They were in sync, working reminiscent of a well oiled machine to convey their beloved (y/n) insurmountable pleasure at all costs. Needless to say, you had no complaints! Eventually, Eren would go on to replace that digit that had been pacifying you with his own lips, bending down to feed you slow, gentle yet sloppy kisses. Your tongues clash in a haze of bliss and coagulate with strings of saliva. Your doe brown eyes couldn’t help but to fixate on his green ones..full with lust and passion for his lady. He’d never seen something so precious to him. Something he wanted to protect and defile in the most salacious ways at the same time. Hence why his opposite hand was roughly groping those plump breasts and pinching your nipple. The other half of those perfectly manicured digits resided between your warm, spongy walls. Casually resting there with only subtle movements every so often.

“Of course..she was even kind enough to send us videos of herself. Can’t believe she only came once..told you our lil’ training would pay off, darlin.’ You just had to trust us..makes getting the whole thing that much better once yer’ home with us.”

that thick, buttery accent rang out in your ear as he nipped at the lobe. Marking it with gentle kisses before selfishly spinning your head around so that he too could get a sample of those sweet kisses. They were absolute feigns..addicts for every square inch of your flesh. Begging for a mere taste each time they were near you. Meanwhile, Reiner’s finger pads circled that sensitive clit; honing in on the swollen bud with gentle rubs to stimulate you. The men would cooperate in perfect harmony to stimulate all of your erogenous zones. Eren was far more delicate with his movements, as opposed to Reiner, who really appeased your sadistic side. One you weren’t even aware you liked until a few months ago. Yet here he was, feeding you very soft pats to the cheek as he intermittently pinched your nipples, even coiling that same hand around your throat to lightly asphyxiate you. A sensation you’d grown to be obsessed with. That’s how it was…when one would pull, the other pushed. When one gave to you, the other took but it was in the name of your gratification. Somewhat of a proverbial tug of war that they were playing both mentally and physically. “Oh my gosh…right there. Feels so good..” By the time the men hit their stride, you’d been reduced to a babbling mess with drool seeping from your lips. Eyes glazed over in inebriating lust and tiny giggles emitting from your mouth. Those whimpers and shrill cries had blossomed into beautiful moans that fed both of the men’s satisfaction. “Yeah, that’s what we wanna hear, baby. All we want is to make you feel good.” As they lay on their sides, still dressed in their designer slacks; although the top halves were bare, had managed to unravel their belts and tug them down until those aching erects were exposed. Conveniently, your hands were positioned ever so slightly so that you had access to both of those erect cocks.

“Fuck me…God, you’re so wet, princess. All that cream on my fingers. Can’t wait to feel it on my dick too..” his words slurring almost as if he were inebriated. Eventually fading off as he continued making out with you. Meanwhile, Reiner was not to be ignored. He had much more to say. “Maybe we can play in all those pretty holes, baby. Just like you wanted..use that cute little mouth of yours, this cute pussy and even fuck that lil’ asshole too..we’re gonna make you come yer’ brains out. So there isn’t a single thought left in there by the time we’re done.”

it was a threat that you personally wanted to see to fruition. You’d already made a mess once before..splattering their arms and fingers with your juices and was well on your way to a second release. You couldn’t take anymore of these promises. Your body was brimming with lust. Pure, unadulterated, unfathomable lust that could only be fulfilled with the lecherous desires that had been mentioned. “Yesss, please fuck me. Make me come.” To be used, stretched and stuffed to your ultimate capacity. Until your mind went absolutely blank and all that was left of you was a drooling little slut with the sole purpose of being their fucktoy. After all, it was what you had signed up for..literally and figuratively! When you agreed to become their submissive, their girl..you relinquished autonomy over yourself in the bedroom and allowed them to be solely responsible for delivering that sensation every week. Make no mistake, they fully supported you within your career and would never interfere with the way you ran your company. But when it came to personal aspects, you loved the idea of letting them make the decisions. The men would continue their descent and as they toyed with your body, their own lips would clash in a steamy haze. Heads dangling over your own as they made out and swirled their tongues around one another. The sight of two men kissing above you caused your insides to twitch around those fingers. You knew the drill…panting reminiscent of that of a pup, your tongue dangled from your mouth as it lay wide open. Before long, their own remnants of saliva were seeping in. This was due in part to those amazing handjobs you’d been giving them. Eren would reach down and grasp your throat as their fluids spilled to the back of it. “Good girl..swallow it.” Precum from both of their aching red tips seeped onto your knuckles. All of you were overcome with pleasure. And yet, still craving more.

but alas, your little display wasn’t the only one transpiring behind those four walls…

“Fuck…that’s so sexy.” “Yeah? Looks like she’s having a good time.” “I told you she would.”

because right before the foot of the bed, lie two spectators to this very illustrious rendezvous. Trusted eyes glued to the little display and partaking in activities of their own. Your best friend. Another successful woman in her own right. A home selling maverick with a rather successful real estate empire and her equally successful fiance, Armin. He amassed his fortune in marine engineering and helped craft some of the world’s most expensive sea vessels. A power couple by every definition of the word. However, at the moment..their eyes were fixated on you. With her back pressed to her man’s chest and her legs spread wide, she sat between Armin’s thighs as his arms spanned down between her own. His nimble fingers pushing in and out of your best friend’s tight cunt. Never would you have imagined being in such a compromising position. He’d massage her clit as the two observed you. You had known your best friend since childhood and there was rarely a secret harbored between the two of you. However, the one she decided to withhold…was interesting to say the least! Because after what you thought to be a harmless, casual dinner with her and some of her colleagues..who she was introduced to by her fiance, things changed! He and Eren happened to be childhood best friends as well and you figured this was her attempt at arranging some sort of relationship between the two of you. If you knew anything about her, she’d probably say that it would be cute for you guys to hook up solely because you’d be two sets of besties dating! You didn’t really pay the notion much mind but after sitting across the table from this charming and handsome man, your resolve softened and by the end of the night, he had you giggling like an idiot..smiling from ear to ear. He began to call and leave gifts at your office. Kind, respectful and gentle: all the quality traits you sought in a man. Eren was everything you could’ve imagined. He swept you off your feet and took your breath clean from your lungs. However, there was something off about this dream beau of yours that you couldn’t quite place your finger on…in fact, the whole group seemed to be in on a secret you were clueless about. One you’d find out about after overhearing your best friend and those two whispering after a night out.

“Maybe we should tell her..”

“I don’t think she’ll be down for it. You see how she is for yourself.”

“We don’t know until we try..”

The thing in question exactly? A foursome! Because unbeknownst to you, everyone within your friends circle was into polyamory. What was even more so shocking, is that it seemed to be another missing piece from this puzzle as well…totaling the group to a quadruplet. Make no mistake, you loved each of them dearly and as much as you hated to admit so this early on, you were absolutely smitten with Eren…but even this was a lot to take in. Your sex life was rather vanilla and honestly, nonexistent up until this point. You’d consider yourself bisexual at some point also but never really acted on it. You were too busy with work to concern yourself with any of those matters. But after one night with Eren, you were exposed to things you never thought possible. Both sexually and emotionally. You never knew pleasure the way you did with him and yet, the thought of sharing him made you want to denounce the potential relationship altogether. However, once the four of you were alone, things changed. You began to realize just how confined and restricted your sexual prowess had been.

that you’d limited yourself to all the possibilities that could transpire within your love life. When you asked why they participated, their answers aligned to the same thing. The corporate world was a drag and there was something so liberating about breaking societal norms within their personal lives when everything else was so structured. Even your best friend said that she’d never felt closer to Armin and more in tune with herself. So, as a way of ‘initiating’ you into their lifestyle, once you agreed to give it a shot..your boyfriend placed a blindfold over your eyes, spread your legs apart and allowed all three of them to take turns eating you out..feasting on that sweet little pussy of yours and devouring it until you were a shaking mess.

you lost track of the number of times you came that night and all of them were enjoying themselves quite a bit but your pleasure was the number one priority right now. What started as a simple double date between successful couples, ended with your best friend’s tongue in your cunt as her husband to be fucked her from behind! Meanwhile, Eren sat back observing..stroking himself at the sight and you’d never been turned on more than you had in that moment! Even so, to the naked and public eye, no one would ever guess that this sort of thing roused any of you guys’ fancy. What you all displayed to the world were business oriented professionals who excelled at their line of work. Behind closed doors, however..were lovers intertwined in an adoring and sex positive relationship. Fast forward a month or so after that and you were introduced to Eren’s partner..who held the title in more ways than one. Reiner Braun..the hulking six foot four, two hundred and ninety pound stud of a man with a thick country accent. It was blatantly obvious that he was enamored with you from the second your eyes met.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” “Damn gorgeous..”

where Eren exercised couth and gracefulness in every word he spoke; soft in tone yet deep in vibrato, Reiner made up for in sheer honesty. The contrast was something you grew to adore..especially when they both made it abundantly clear that they wanted you and they weren’t interested in making you choose. Rather, they wanted a different arrangement..one that allowed for the three of you to be in a relationship. Exclusive only to one another with the occasional hookup with your best friends..complex may have been an understatement but you were somehow open to the idea. Naturally, it wouldn’t just be limited to sexual favors. They’d take care of you in mind, body and spirit. Cooking meals for you, massaging your feet, ensuring that your bills were paid despite being capable of doing so all on your own..hell, only a month into the agreement, you were the most pampered you had ever been! No longer did you feel the need to live in survival mode..not being strong and independent because you had no other choice. If they even so much as saw you struggling to open a can, they’d rush to your aid.

“As long as we’re around, you don’t need to worry yourself with anything. We’re gonna take care of you, princess. I promise.”

there were never any egos involved or talks of no longer wanting to share..they set aside their pride and all solely for you. They wanted you to feel safe, loved and secure in every facet of your life. You could be soft or weak and they’d never judge you for it. They’d kiss your feet and the ground beneath it if it made you smile.

so as you sat bound with their fingers buried inside of your hole..the other circulating your clit as the three of you exchanged sloppy pecks and saliva..nearing your climatic peak, they’d observe and follow the pace. All of you in tune with one another’s psyche and nearing your inevitable orgasms…it was a pleasure you’d never experienced before and it made you so happy that you’d finally gotten a taste of their world.

“Fuck..are you gonna come for us, baby? Please come for us..squirt all over our fucking fingers, princess..”

“Yeah, let us have it, sweetheart. Don’t you dare think about holding back.”

and now that you had, there was no way you were coming back to normal!

[anadiasmount]

now it's real - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: continuation of the "is this real?" parts! based on this request i received where jude gets the biggest surprise of all... can be real as a standalone also!!

wc: 1.6k | masterlist | jude's masterlist

psa 🗣️: hiiii!! when the anon asked me to do this I HAD TOOO!! you can find part one and part two here of the "is this real?" series! the fic has an insta au and story included all in one, like always hope you enjoy! 🤍

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ynusername: a one of a kind surprise 🤍

comments:

username290: HIS EARS!!!

judebellingham: family keeps growing, your welcome baby 🤍🙏

↪️ ynusername: best surprise ever :(((

gioreyna: coming over asap. going to teach him how to attack jude when he's being mean 👍👍

↪️ jobebellingham: i second guess this 👍

jobebellingham: 'its a german shepherd dog!' congrats you two! ❤️

user473: STOPP HES SO CUTE AND FLUFFYY

username33: aww :(( what's his name??

↪️ ynusername: his name is duke!!

user22: baby face!! he is so adorableeeeee

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judebellingham: when all he knows is how to play, bite, eat, and sleep 🙄🙄

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ynusername: he's just a baby, let him be!! 😡😡

↪️ judebellingham: i wonder who he learns it from?? he's literally attached to you.

gioreyna: #attackingjudetrainingclasses are going very well i seem??

↪️ ynusername: they are indeed 🤭🤭

user44: stop his little floppy ears ❤️

username245: his tongue peeking out white he sleeps 😭😭

↪️ ynusername: just like jude fr 😂🤍

jobebellingham: why does he kinda look like you??

↪️ judebellingham: bc he's my kid obviously 😒

↪️ ynusername: our kid ***

username282: stop he has grown sm since the last time we saw him!!

user485: that second picture looks personal? what did you to do him jude??

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“you know duke, if this is positive you’ll be a big brother right?” you say biting your nails, sitting in the carpet and scratching behind his ears, your words making him tense and bark. “yep. means you’ll have to protect another human, but it means more treats!” you say excited his tail wagging.

“i’m scared… this is scary duke… if i’m pregnant i don’t know how i’ll tell jude,” you frown, feeling duke set his head on your lap looking up at you. you had been feeling the symptoms for a month. constant nausea and headaches, taking naps earlier than usual, duke following you everywhere when he didn’t need to, or getting protective when someone came near you.

you had also missed your period, realizing that when you look at the box of pads/ tampons under the sink. you felt the random wave of emotions, the tiredness and aching back even after having a nice and relax day. all you needed was the test to confirm it. to confirm your worries and feelings.

as you felt anticipated, something inside you also felt panic. carrying a baby for nine months, the labor and delivery, the long road of recovery and now taking care for two. you’ve wanted to be a mom as long as you could remember, but now that reality was hitting, it made you overthink.

overthinking if you’d be enough for you and your baby, also jude and duke. being supportive even during the hard times especially now with jude. any traceable though ran through your head. but despite that, you were ready. you were young, had a stable job, a perfect relationship, and supportive family and friends. it was the perfect time to go from a family of three to four.

duke huffed and followed you to the restroom, waiting by the door as you took a breath of nervousness and tapped your nails against the marble counter. you needed to be sure, so you took three tests to make sure they all had the same result. tears were already beaming in your eyes, before you could even remove the box on top the tests.

with shaky hands and now shivers running along your body, you saw the plus sign and the double lines. you struggled a laugh and broke into tears excitedly. grabbing three of tests and looking at them closely to ensure you weren’t dreaming or your head playing games with you.

“duke! we’re having a baby! a baby inside me now! now wonder you followed me everywhere,” you say sarcastic, leaning down and placing kisses on his head, tail wagging. “i can’t believe it… me and jude are having a baby,” you say breathless looking out into the room and already picturing a crib and small stand where diapers and baby towels would be.

you pictured jude sitting on the bed, reading a story, kissing their cheeks, tucking them to sleep, making them laugh until they squealed or snorted. you brought a hand to your barely bump, rubbing it smoothly and feeling a wave of confidence and excitement run through you.

“let’s go! we need to find a perfect shirt to tell jude!”

you ended up taking duke to a local pet store, picking out a small bandana that mentioned he was going to be a big brother. then going to a crafts store to get a box and some paint, along with some confeti strips to place inside. the last thing to do was find a small real madrid jersey and baby replicas of jude’s iconic red predator boots he wore for his games.

you decide to wait it along to see if jude could fit the pieces together. not drinking coffee or refusing wine when he offered when eating dinner. declining a sushi date and going out to eat at one of your favorite outdoor spots in the city. saying no to going on a hike because you were afraid of falling or getting hurt before you could see the doctor.

jude couldn’t even see right through it. understanding maybe you were busy or tired after being at work. or giving you a small frown when you had to say no. or give you a confused face when you randomly eat your cravings. if there was one thing about jude, is that he is the slowest person, so of course he didn’t see this coming.

“you got not only an assist but goal as well tonight baby,” you say kissing his hand as you waited in the taxi to go home. to say you were nervous was an understatement. you were absolutely mortified to tell jude but you figured today would be the perfect night. after a special night in the bernabeu, you figured why not tell him.

“i’m feeling very much proud and in the mood for some celebration drinks. what do you say hmm? we open a bottle of wine and cuddle? maybe in time for some celebratory sex?” he teased kissing below your ear making you squirm. “jude!” you say refraining yourself, heat building up your cheeks and chest.

“what? i’d love to celebrate with my beautiful girlfriend tonight, and i will because i not only had an assist but winning goal,” jude smirked reciting your words in a teasing and flirty manner, making you hit his chest shyly. “ok keep the act up… you know you want it too,” he said turning away looking forward where the fans yelled his name and cheered.

you leaned up and kissed his cheek, grabbing his face and whispering an “i love you.” jude was in a daze, completely enamored by your beauty. drowning himself into your eyes and bright smile. you had this new thing shining across you, it looked like a fresh glow of something new along you. "i love you y/n." jude places a kiss on your lips, leaving you lingering and out of breath.

"looks like a package come," jude remarks, grabbing the wooden box and shaking it to see what was inside. "from the stork company," you say with a smile. "stork company? i've never heard of that," jude says dumbfounded, grabbing the keys and opening the door. he set the box down by the kitchen island and brought his bag to the laundry room.

jude return to see you propped on the island swinging your feet excitedly. "what are you hiding?" jude says suspiciously, raising his brow and coming over to you. "nothing... are you gonna open it?" you point to the box, hand running down his box. you look at your phone that was hidden and propped nearby, jude eyeing you againg before going to open it.

the familiar butterflies and adrenaline runs along your veins, your hand coming to your bump, as you bite you lip watching jude fiddle with the opening. jude scrunches his face confusedly, taking out the confeti. "duke!" you call out who was already wearing the bib.

jude stops what he’s doing, seeing the infant jersey and tiny football boots. he lets out a laugh, smiling upside down as he takes the baby jersey and holding it out, doing the same with the red predator boots. he glanced around eyes landing on you. “is this what i think it means?” jude says with tears in his eyes.

you giggle and nod quickly, feeling jude trace his hand on your thigh and the other behind your head. “you’re serious? we’re having a baby, y/n?” jude needs the confirmation before he can cheer outloud. a bubble of joystick trickling down his spine as he sees your eyes glimmering. “yes jude… i’m carrying our baby right now,” you look down a hand on your bump jude intaking a breath of air.

jude doesn’t waste any second, kissing you all over your face, tears running down his face emotional, whispering how much he was grateful and thanking you repeatedly making you cry out harder. “i-i-i can’t believe it… we’re having a baby y/n!” jude cheers wipping his face and looking at duke who wagged his tail.

“and you knew about this duke? and you didn’t tell me?” jude leaned down, scratching his ears and reading his small bandana. “no wonder yo wouldn’t let me get near momma. always barking or growling when i wanted to kiss her. not cool man…” he says playfully looking at you still in a daze.

“now you have to protect her from gio and jobe okay? if you do that it means more treats,” jude says teasingly making the german shepherd bark and jump. “oh god,” you chuckle, hand coming to your forehead already picturing the banter and training sessions.

“our family is getting bigger,” jude approaches you and leans down, kneeling and raising his jersey up. jude places delicate kisses in your tummy, making you squirm and hold the back of his head, watching with a huge grin. “my baby in there… i’ll protect you with my life. i love you already, and i can’t wait to meet you,” jude whispered lovingly, hugging your waist.

jude holds your bump, looking into your eyes and feeling your smaller hand interlock with his. “the greatest gift you could ever give me is this, thank you y/n,” jude says wiping a small streak from your cheek with his free hand. “i want to hold our baby now,” jude says along your lips. “patience jude, we have forever to cherish and hold our little one,” you peck his cheek and nose. “love you so much jude,” you kiss his lips slowly, relishing the memory that will forever hold your heart.

“also where did you find those small predator boots?”

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[verinarin]

The mission and how it teaches him the slight difference between protectiveness and possessiveness

(Dr. Ratio x Partner Fem! Reader)

Part One (￣^￣)ゞ - Part Three ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

This would be a trilogy so expect one more part

This is mainly spicy fluff as I like to call it (fluff with sexual tension ψ(｀∇´)ψ) The sum of this fic is… let’s watch Ratio lose his marbles over Reader gambling her life yet again !

comment what do you think about this part, it sorta motivates me lolololol (*⁰▿⁰*)

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If someone could be an embodiment of both the path of erudition and nihility it would be you, because he couldn’t fathom how a person could be so strategic yet so careless at the same time

Your eyes glimmers with vexatious enthusiasm as the dealer distributes the cards, he shouldn’t have agreed to meet with the potential client in a casino of all places

“Don’t fool yourself, think before anything else,” he leans beside your ear, trying to at least guide you to not do anything heedless

“Veritas Ratio, don’t you worry we’re not here to gamble,” you smile as you glance at your cards

He audibly sighs as he leans back, his arms folded as he see your opponent in front of you, a well known casino owner in Penacony someone so powerful that the IPC would want in their pocket

You’re tasked to invest in said casino, no matter what choices you have to make in the future, you need to report back with satisfactory results

That’s something you never cease to succeed in, doubling the profits. While he is here to assure your safety while doing so and the legality of your methods, while the casino owner over there ogles all over your body, how disgusting…

“I’m here to extend my sincerest gratitude for setting the meeting for today,” you extend your hand for a handshake towards the man seating before you, which is reciprocated but you can’t help but to feel a little bit distraught over the firm handshake

“Now now it’s not a big deal really, so what does the IPC wants from me hmm?,” the man chuckles, his eyes glaring at you, like a predator stalking its prey

Ratio took notice of this, the man exudes a strange aura that he can’t seem to pinpoint, leering at you while seemingly unaware of him currently seating beside you

“Ah a man that gets right to the point, I like that ! Ratio if you don’t mind,” with that he nods as he took a briefcase filled with a hefty amount of credits

“We’re here to invest in your casino sir, to further aid us in widening our connections and intel pool,” Ratio opens the briefcase to reveal its contents for the casino owner to see and he doesn’t seem to be interested at the slightest

You study his micro-expressions and quickly state that everything is negotiable if credits doesn’t suit his taste, he smiles before revealing his true desire

“Well now I’m a casino owner and I have plenty of investments under my name, I need no more credits in my life, but well what I do need is a beauty like you,” hearing this a gear starts to move on your head, your eyes glints underneath the yellow light

Ratio on the other hand can’t believe in such fool existing, worse yet breathing in front of him with such mediocre want, if his sharp gaze could be considered blades, then this man already have his neck severed seconds ago

“A lady like me have a high price tag y’know ?,” you let out a small snicker as you fold your arms, a sudden soreness blooms on your thigh you struggle to keep your smile as you glance down to see Ratio’s hand digging itself into your thigh

You glance up to see his expression, it’s screaming ‘foolish girl are you seriously going to do what I think you’re going to do’

You forgot that Mr. Veritas Ratio over here also has a PhD in reading you, he knows very well you’re going to gamble away your life yet again

The casino owner notice quickly of the tension between you both and so he cuts straight towards his price “I’m willing to let you invest in my casino for 40% profit if you win sweetheart, but if you lose then you’re going to stay and be my personal doll,”

Before Ratio could even open his mouth to disapprove these moronic terms, you’re quick to give your own terms

“Now now as I say before I’m quite the expensive asset, if you want me to be your pretty little doll then I’m afraid you’re going to gamble more,” you pout your soft lips at the casino owner, successfully riling up both him and Ratio at the same time

“With a cute face like that, you’re making me want to gamble my life away,” he boisterously laugh

“Then please do !, if you win you’ll have me but if you lose you’re going to sell this casino of yours and the payment would be the amount of credits that’s inside that briefcase,” you quickly reply

The man scoffs before dimming the cigarette he was smoking “What makes a pretty little thing like you so confident about winning ?,”

“Let’s just say I have a winning streak these past days, now what do you say sir ?,” well that’s true to some extent Ratio needs to applaud your constant stream of luck but that doesn’t justify whatever this is

“I love that feisty attitude of yours, so let’s gamble !,” the casino owner seemed to be riled up by your confident nature

While Ratio is currently questioning how does his life leads to being stuck in here between two gambling maniacs with questionable intellect, his cover his face back with his alabaster head, not wanting to interact with this monstrosity of a situation

“Great !, Ratio please draft us a contract immediately, I can’t wait to start,” you turn your head to the side to reveal Ratio glaring at you, with that look of disapproval emanating from his person, well you can’t see his expression but you definitely feel it, like mentally and physically feel his disappointment…

“Of course excuse us sir, while we compose a fair contract,” Ratio took off his alabaster head before excusing himself outside the private room, dragging you with him

Before you could protest however, he shoves you towards the wall and pins you in place with his arms caging you in, holding you captive for as long as he deems fit to scold you

With one of his arm on top of your head and the other holding you in place by your waist you could hear his uneven breathing pattern accompanied by his rather intoxicating scent “Did I not make myself clear earlier, think before executing your task !,” he whispers beside your ear, his tone deep and demanding

At this point you wish for him to yell at you instead as per usual because being close to him like this makes your brain melt, especially after that incident an hour ago.

‘What’s with the sexual tension !!!?!’, you silently scream as you try to come out with an excuse, but your brain has failed to do so because it’s currently overheating

He’s grown impatient with the silence you gave, he uses his hand to gently force your face to look at him, forcing you to stop ignoring him. “I-i umm if I win this gamble y’know how profitable it’ll be right ahahaha,” you nervously mumble, your sentence was a bit jumbled because of him unnecessarily squeezing your whole face

His eyes stares dead into yours before asking one more question with that deep silky smooth voice he used earlier, “What if you fail to win ?, it’ll be a tremendous lost for the IPC and you’ll be gifting away yourself in a silver platter to a fool who doesn’t deserve you, not even worth your time,”

‘ASDHDJFHKSK,’ is the inaudible sound that internally plays inside your brain as you feel his thumb caressing your bottom lip. I mean sure the IPC would suffer quite the loss for losing one of its high rank employee but not tremendous loss and what’s with the last statement?!?, you feel like Ratio is threading on a thin line between being protective and possessive

“I live by ‘audaces fortuna iuvat’ and I’ll stick with it till the rest of my life Ratio, so please believe in my ability to win or at least try to be supportive of me,” you sternly reply

There it is, the fiery passion reflecting in your eyes that he oddly founds to be attractive

Well this whole ordeal goes against his way to conduct negotiations and he doesn’t like to admit that the stakes are pretty tolerable considering the reward. As much as he hates to admit it, you do have an unparalleled ability to gamble your way out of situations; scarily reminds him of a peculiar person back at the office

“It seems that you’re certain with your decision, once I draft this contract and send it to headquarters there’s no turning back and I can’t assist you in anyway,” he sighs as he puts both of his hand on your shoulder, insinuating the high pressure of this gamble

You already feel the pressure by his mere presence, but you won’t back down not when you already manage to lure that casino owner into a shitty gamble

“Draft the contract, I assure you by the end of this I’ll be taking the Casino’s land certificate,” you smile, with that he can’t help but to take a deep breath and sigh, that’s it there’s no going back now

“You can’t afford to lose, this is your freedom we’re talking about and you’re not a damn trophy he could flaunt,” he huffs as he now retracts his hands away

“Relax, if I don’t know you any better I might mistake this as you feeling a little bit too possessive over me,” you jokingly punch his arm

However his reply is no joke at all “Maybe I am, who knows it’s open to interpretation, but do note that I can’t afford to lose you too,”

“W-what for what possible reason?!?,” this man has a tendency to really keep you on your edge doesn’t he ?

“I have my own reasons and agenda, that I will not disclose at least not when you’re gambling your freedom away,” he sighs as he massage his temples

“Fine have it your way mister I’m soo morally ambiguous!,” you huff as you walk back towards the door, however he grabs your wrist and pulls you back towards his embrace,

“May fortune bless the bold,” he mumbles against the crown of your hair, his arm loops around your shoulder as, holding you close against his chest as he inhales your calming scent for the last time, you took this weirdly affectionate Ratio as a good sign of luck !

Since he usually hit your head with that ridiculously heavy codex instead-

“Stop worrying about this, you know that the chances of me winning is higher than that guy !,” you mutter against his broad chest before pushing him away and turn your heels toward the door

With a huge smile on your face you open the door to reveal decks of cards and poker chips waiting for you “Let’s gamble shall we ?,”

[edgeray]

Hi Ray! 🍅 Anon here~

Have fun on your holiday and enjoy it to the best you can! Be sure to stay hydrated, the weather is really mental these days.

Just wanted to share a bit of brainrot I had regarding soft Arle, whether or not you choose to make it into a fic is up to you!

Arle with her frame and demeanor is most definitely the Top + Dom in the relationship with reader, but how about when she’s insecure? Seeing reader take care of the children and feeling as though she doesn’t deserve to be as loved as said children, then reader after putting the kids to bed embraces Arle and puts her head against their chest so Arle can hear their heartbeat more clearly while patting Arle and assuring her that they love her for her and that she DEFINITELY deserves to be spoilt… (reader knows Arle too well to not pick up on her tells and knows that Arle’s being harsh on herself)

Or maybe reader writing in to the Tsaritsa (without Arle knowing) to ask if Arle can take a 2 week break just to take care of the children and spend time as a couple (What if!! Tsaritsa was the one who wed them!!! And just closes both eyes and approves time off). Then reader proceeds to spoil Arle in every way possible - breakfast in bed, a warm bath after sparring with the children (no, not that kind of bath, but a fluffy one where Arle gets a shoulder massage and scrubbed clean and gets lots of loving kisses everywhere she’s insecure of), a feast of sashimi and steak tartare for dinner and a soft bed and loving wife in the night. I wanna spoil Arle like that but 😭

Oh! And since Harbingers are like celebrities in Snezhnaya, do you think Arle would have a fanclub there? Think about it! She’s young, has a boatload of money (you CANNOT convince me #4 doesn’t have money when #11 has an unimaginable sum at the bank), can handle kids well (she runs the HotH), and as a Harbinger who fights she probably is ripped (RIP her actual body proportions, they’re limited by Hoyo’s models, nobody is convincing me her body type isn’t like Lady Maria’s from Bloodborne, with abs, guns and muscular. Thighs.)

0 chance that she doesn’t have a line of sapphics lining up for her in Snezhnaya, even with the rumors of her being ruthless and cruel (I mean. If the rumors worked in making people back off. Arle simps like us wouldn’t exist to begin with lmao)… Imagine Arle trying to placate Jealous!Teasing!Reader!! Like Arle coming home on Valentine’s day a bit late to find reader teasing her about having a new lover meanwhile Arle was actually out buying a new dagger for reader to protect themselves with… reader being melodramatic because she knows and trusts Arle enough that Arle would never do anything like that (and Arle knows but plays along)

R: “Oh, woe is me! My wife came home late on Valentine’s with a dagger to end our relationship, whatever should I do?”

Arle: “My love…”

And if the children are around? They’d be busy either pretending they didn’t see anything or resisting the urge to claw their eyes out or handing each other eye bleach. Sending condolences to Lyney when one of the younger children ask something along the lines of

“Brother Lyney, do you think we’ll have another sibling soon if Father and Mother are this loving with each other”

(I headcanon that Arle does teach them sexuality education but not until they’re 10 and before that the older children tell their younger siblings that children pop into existence when Papa and Mama love each other lots)

I’m so sorry this is getting really out of hand but Arle has me in a brainrot when I should be focusing elsewhere 💀

Rest Your Worries, Lax Your Heart

(Arlecchino x GN! Reader)

A/N - Thank you, I did have a fun vacation :). Wow that is a lot and I love every single bit of this ask 🍅 anon. It'd be unfair if I just wrote one part and not all of them, so what did I do? Combined all of them as best as I can, but of course some details had to be omitted/changed because of that–hopefully you don't mind. I'm a fucking genius. Also considering that Arle has an anime, but never got a beach episode, this is said beach episode. This took so long because this turned out to be pretty self-indulgent (I'm sure you know which scene it was). This is a long boi, way over what the request range is supposed to be, but hope this is worth it? Somehow, my brain was able to focus for at least like… 4 hours. Started this at 23:00 something, and it's nearly 04:00. 🍅 anon, I enjoy your asks, so I hope you personally enjoy this one :)  Content warnings / info - a bit of suggestiveness, reader is referred to as ‘Mother’ but is otherwise gn!, 3.2k words 

It took a lot of back and forth over the span of four months, writing to the Tsaritsa, but you had finally been able to arrange this without the knowledge of your husband. The Archon, generous as she is, approved of your proposal for a two week long break without much pushback or questioning, saying that loyalty was rewarded and as one of her more productive Harbingers, Arlecchino’s efforts warrant her a break. All the Tsaritsa asked for was the general details of the vacation: when, where, and the activities you would be doing, which was easy enough to answer to. Surprisingly, she bought an entire section of the Sumeru coast along with a sizable cabin for the two of you and the children for the duration of your respite when you told where you plan on the location being. You're not one to turn down such a gracious offer so you accepted it. As a Pyro user, she would surely enjoy somewhere as warm as Sumeru. 

Currently, you're holding the letter from the Tsaritsa, which contains a direct order from the Archon addressed to Arlecchino to stay at Sumeru. No matter how much you plead for her to rest, your husband only says that she can keep working and for you to not worry. Tracing the envelope stamp, you breathe in deeply before knocking on the door.

“Yes?” Called from beyond the door. 

“Can I come in, Arle?”

“Yes, my love,” she says with a lilt. 

You come in, striding towards her, holding up the back of the envelope while trying to suppress your smile. “This was addressed for you.”

Arlecchino takes it with a bit of suspicion at the crack in your facial expression. Turning it over, she notices the stamp, which is the mark of the word of the Archon. She narrows her brows and takes out a letter opener, taking out the letter with a bit more urgency. You watch her expression morph from confusion to mild shock to indifference again. 

“What does it say?” You inquire her, biting your lip to hide the smile.

“It says that I'm going to Sumeru in three days. For a respite.” She eyes you carefully, her eyes glinting red. “But you seem to know that already.” 

You nod, a smile forming . “I thought… you were working so hard, and you deserve a break. I asked the Tsaritsa if it was possible and she agreed to it, even paying for our stay there.” 

Arlecchino's face flicks to something indecipherable, like there was a hesitation, but it quickly disappears before you can think too much on it. She gets up from her desk chair, strutting to you before wrapping her arms around your midsection, pulling you into an embrace. She presses a tender kiss against your forehead. “Thank you, my dear, for your thinking of me. I'm sure the children would appreciate being out of the House. I'll tell the children about this, and we should begin packing.”  

But does she appreciate it? It's for her, after all. You chew on the inside of your cheek but your smile remains in place.

You tilt your head up to kiss her cheek. “I already packed for us. And I told the kids, already.”

“Hm, that's why they seem so antsy lately. Thank you,” Arlecchino hums. “You picked for us already?”

“Yes. Including your clothes,” you chuckle, deviously imagining her in the attires you picked out for her. At that, she raises her eyebrows.

“Oh? What are you planning, my love?” She teases, seizing your chin in her hands and tilting your head up to lock her eyes with yours. You can't stop the giggle that bubbles out. 

“Nothing too… scandalous…” you answer back. “Don't worry, it's nothing too bad. This is all for you to relax, remember? You've been working so hard, been such a good husband, so…”

You lean forward to kiss her on the mouth. Whispering against her lips, you say, “As your partner, it's my duty to make sure you're happy. Isn't that right?”

If she physically could at that moment, Arlecchino would melt underneath your words. 

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Upon your arrival at Sumeru, you were glad you picked the outfits that you did. Travel with around twenty kids was difficult, but luckily the older kids, the twins and Freminet especially, helped a lot. Everyone was practically vibrating in excitement, with the exception of Arlecchino, though you knew it was mostly because of how inexpressive she usually was. 

Right? 

Currently, the two of you lay on the sand by the crystal clear waters, enjoying the sight of the children playing. The little ones are playing in the sand, presumably sculpting a castle, and the older ones are either engaging in a heated battle involving smacking a ball around or with Freminent in the ocean. Here, you forget that they’re a part of the Fatui, child soldiers for the Tsaritsa; here, they look like normal children and it makes your heart swell. 

Unfortunately, you're stuck in a dilemma–observe your children and take in their contagious laughter, or ogle your husband who is in the most delicious and mouth-watering attire possible. Underneath her short gray collarless jacket, was a cropped, sleeveless turtleneck that exposed her lower half of her toned stomach, including her v-line. Below are tight, black leggings which do little in hiding her muscular thighs. Everytime you look at her, a flush runs to your cheeks and you find yourself too flustered for your stare to linger because of the growing amount of indecent thoughts. You breathe deeply in an attempt to calm the raging storms of desire in your stomach, distracting yourself by observing the waves and digging your feet in the sand. For the sake of your children, you'd like for your mind to be as pure as possible. 

Blackened arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into a lap. You squeal at the sudden contact. Your husband's mouth hovers beside your ear, hot breath brushing against the shell of your ear. 

“Something interesting?” Arlecchino huskily whispers, making you shudder. One hand strokes over your stomach, invoking shivers from you. You inhale sharply before glancing at Arlecchino's face. 

“Just… watching the waves. It's calming,” you lie quickly, wondering if your racing heartbeat can be felt underneath her fingertips. 

“Your heart says otherwise,” she chuckles, turning your head over your shoulder so she can kiss you. 

After a few moments, you pull away from the kiss, and your eyes flick over to the children in the sand, still tossing around that ball over a net. “Why don't you join them? I'm sure they would love it if their Father joined their game.”

“My dear, I would destroy them,” Arlecchino bluntly remarks, and you chuckle. 

“Fair enough, I suppose.”

The two of you watch them in silence until Arlecchino breaks the silence. 

“I like what you picked for me.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Your reaction is adorable.” 

Something white-hot pricks the back of your neck. “I-I'm glad you like it. I like it too,” you stammer out, your abashment evident in your voice. 

“I can tell. Perhaps… you'd like to help me put on sun protection?” Arlecchino teases with a small smirk, removing her jacket off to reveal her lean biceps. “Over the pants, if that's alright.”

This handsome–sexy–woman is going to be the death of you, you’re sure of it. Your heart is going into overdrive, and you would be terrified of going into a stroke if you aren't more focused on your husband's physique. If it's not your heart that's going to kill you, it's the pending combustion inside of you. You squeeze your thighs against one another, pooling heat forming between your legs. 

“Y-yeah, sure,” you manage in between your laboring breathing, getting off of her lap to face her. Spreading the paste in your hand, you first venture over her neck, tenderly rubbing over her throat and then her nape, down to her sides. Her skin is hot to the touch, as expected of a Pyro user, but it somehow retains softness and flawlessness despite all the combat and harshness your husband deals with as a Fatui Harbinger. Still, unlike her composed facial features, you can feel that her pulse is as frenzied as yours–it gives you comfort that you’re not the only one feeling this. Your husband hums with contentment, watching you carefully. 

Next, you slide your hands over to her broad shoulders before feeling down her upper arm, deliberate attention to her biceps. A shuddering breath comes from you as she shifts, extending her arms more out towards you. You trace down the markings of her arm before caressing her inky elbow and forearms. Finally, you get to her wrists. An idea pops in your head as you bring her hands to your lips, kissing her knuckles and rings, giving special focus onto her engagement ring. An amused huff escapes from her, and you glance back at her. Her eyes gleam with such a rare fondness, reserved only for you. 

You glance down at the only part of her that's yet been touched, your stomach churning in itself when you're able to get a closer, longer look. You gulp considerably, your hands shaking slightly as they hover over it. 

A charcoal hand wraps around your wrist, gently guiding your palm to her until it's flushed against her skin. “Don't be shy now, love.” She smirks wickedly and you have the sense to kiss that smile off her face. 

“Shut up,” you murmur meekly, but place both hands on her stomach, your fingertips traversing over every dips created by her well-muscles stomach. It feels like your body will implode at any second now, as her body heat infects your fingers and spreads to the rest of your body. You coat her waist before your touch lingers lower, just above the waistband of her pants. You trace the indent of her v-line, your fingers nearly dip underneath her leggings. Before it can, she stops you, grasping both of your wrists with one hand as she leans in to whisper hotly near your ear.

“Let's save that for later, hm?” 

—

“Lyney, what are they doing?” One of the children inquires, as they point at Mother and Father still by the water. Father remains on top of Mother, seemingly applying sun protection, though Lyney isn't quite sure if their position is truly that… innocent. 

“Oh… Father is just helping Mother, like how I helped with the sun protection on your back,” Lyney quickly comes up with an explanation, looking away from them. 

The child remains silent, observing the older male's expression, before looking back at them once more. “Lyney, you said that when a mother and father love each other a lot, a new child comes right?” 

Lyney isn't sure if he was going to enjoy what comes next, though he has an inkling that he won't. “Yes…” 

“Does that mean Mother and Father will bring us a new sibling soon?”

Lyney sputters, looking to Lynette for assistance. 

—

After a nice day at the beach, Arlecchino takes you and the children to a local restaurant. Luckily, she was able to find one that was relatively empty, so there was no problem with fitting you and your twenty children inside. You find that the two of you rather enjoy Sumeru dishes; while you enjoy the variety of flavors, Arlecchino rather indulges in the spiciness of them. Your favorite is between the tandoori roast chicken and the lambad fish roll. Though, something bothers you during your time at the restaurant.

Arlecchino is an attractive woman; that much is undeniable, and you're well aware of the fact that she's pleasing to both men's and women's eyes. It is a common occurrence for her to attract the sights of those around her, for whatever the reason, though among the women, it is typically out of admiration. Here, this is the case as well, wandering eyes from other customers, and subtle flirting from the audacious waitress. 

After finishing your dinner, you excuse yourself to the bathroom, only to return to the two of them chatting up, although in reality it’s more like a one-sided conversation and Arlecchino is ignoring her– you're well aware of this, but you find the waitress’ presence pervasive. You approach your table quickly, kissing your husband on the cheek before glancing at the waitress.

“My husband and I would like to order dessert. Can you fetch us a menu, please?” You ask, disguising your ire with a practiced smile. Instantly, the waitress's flirtation dies and she walks away. 

You huff at the sight of the woman. “How could you, Arlecchino? After all we've been through? Talking so casually with her when I'm gone?” You jest with a gasp, faux jealousy in your tone once you notice the relieved sigh from her. Her claws release its hold on the tablecloth, leaving behind tattered sheets. 

“Oh, how I've been caught,” Arlecchino responds monotonously, playing along. “My affair with an unnamed, rather plain-featured woman has been discovered.” 

You giggle as her hand finds yours, interlocking with your fingers. “I'm in disbelief, betrayed by who I thought was my true love.”

“Oh hush now, love. Will Baklava buy your silence and heart again?” 

“Perhaps.” 

The House of the Hearth children gag as Mother and Father conciliate. 

—

“Mother, can't we stay up any longer? We're on vacation. Pleaseeeeee,” one of the children pleads as you usher them to bed, pulling the covers over them. 

“It's not healthy for you to stay up. Besides, you have plenty of time tomorrow and the rest of the two weeks to have fun. Your Father and I can't keep watch over you during the night,” you respond with, kissing them on the forehead. 

“What if Lyney or Lynette watches us?” 

“Lyney and Lynette are probably just as tired. When you wake up, we can go to the beach again, does that sound okay?” 

“Okay… good night Mother.”

You hum in delight, caressing their head. “Good night. Sweet dreams.” 

You silently walk towards the door. Arlecchino leans against the doorframe, observing you wordlessly–again, that unreadable expression appears over her, but this time it lingers. You shut the door as quietly as you can, before turning to your husband.

“Is there something you need, Arle?” You inquire. 

She shakes her head. You don't quite believe her, but you don't address it. “I'm going to go take a bath. Get all this sand off of me. Would you like to join me?” 

Arlecchino nods, and soon the two of you are in the bathroom. You let the faucet run, filling the bathtub with water as Arlecchino removes her clothing. It only takes a few moments before the two of you are seated in the bathtub, but it's a change of position this time. Arlecchino sits in between your legs, facing away from you.

“It's been a while since we've bathed like this, right?” You question softly, lightly carding your fingers through her untied hair. 

“It has been,” she merely replies, her voice almost far-away; like there’s something else on her mind. Even though you only face her back, you can tell from her lack of movement that she’s in deep contemplation.

“What are you thinking about, Arle?” Your husband bristles a bit at the question. Even after being married to you for a couple years, she's still unaccustomed to how you can read her so easily, especially when she prides herself in being incomprehensible to others, even her children. 

“Do you… not enjoy this?” You ask hesitantly with a lump in your throat. You know that she knows what you meant by ‘this’– the vacation; the entire notion of taking a break is foreign to Arlecchino, but you hope that she was able to find this beneficial. If she hates this and this vacation is supposed to be two weeks long… you don't want to say you'd be disappointed but you'd hope she'd at least be able to relax from her Harbinger duties. 

Arlecchino is silent for a few moments. “I admit… I am uneased by this, to be so vulnerable and open to assaults now that we're not in the House of the Hearth. I feel unproductive and restless without my usual work. However, at the same time, I can see how beneficial this is to the children, and it is a nice change for once to see them like this. Being able to spend time with you like this is also rather indulgent, but I cannot complain about it.” 

You smile, a weight lifted off your chest as you lean forward to press a kiss against her nape. “I’m glad. This was for you after all.”

“Although I am gratified that the children are able to experience this as well … I cannot see why you would put this much effort for me. After all, I am…” Arlecchino pauses, raising her blackened hands to her view. She doesn’t finish her sentence, but you're able to get a sense of what she’s trying to say, and another weight is placed heavy on your heart. For as confident and assured that Arlecchino likes to present herself, when it is just the two of you, she reveals a rawer, more unguarded side to her. Often, she confides in you how she grapples with why you can so fondly view her, and every time, your heart sinks. How could your husband think this way? 

Laying your chin over her shoulder, you gingerly place both of your hands underneath hers, stroking the inside of her palm with your thumb. “I know where your thoughts are leading to, Arlecchino, and they're wrong. I love you, Arlecchino. You deserve this. You deserve this treatment, you deserve a break, you deserve to be loved. Your curse, your past… it doesn't matter. These hands…” 

You continue caressing her hand with your fingers. “...They are not cursed. These hands are not unloveable. These are the same hands that protect and care for our children. The same hands that hold me. The same hands that please me. They are a part of you, and they aren't evidence that you are a monster. If you are, you wouldn't have me, and you wouldn't have the children.” 

You kiss down along her bare back, gaining shivers from the woman. “Enjoy this, my love, for me at the very least. You are my husband, so let me do my part in loving you. You've done an innumerable amount of things for me and the children, so consider this to be our repayment for you.” 

“That is why I am doing this for you, do you understand?” You whisper against her skin. 

Arlecchino nods, a shaky breath escaping from her. You finish your treatment around her shoulderblades and gesture for her to turn around. When she does, the first thing that you do is kiss her hands, peppering them with as much devotion as you can give them. To you, nothing is more beautiful. 

“You deserve everything and more. Don't forget that, Arlecchino. So let me do this for you.” It isn't an ask. It is a demand from the one person whose authority is higher than the Tsaritsa: you. 

Arlecchino closes her eyes, and lets herself melt into you. 

[ziracona]

Every single thing Chase writes for Two-Face is the funniest thing on the planet

[h-i-raeth]

Would love to see some sum of our parts <3 - @jtl-fics

(From this WIP Wednesday)(On AO3 here)

As Neil gets closer, though, it becomes clear that this is not Andrew. There’s hostility and suspicion there, but no genuine recognition, and the boy at the table doesn’t strike Neil as dangerous in the way that Andrew had. Which means it must be the other twin—Adam, or Abel, or something.

[erxxi3]

YOU’RE GONNA WRITE FOR GENSHIN? or do you write for genshin? if so can i please with a cherry on top get a little nsfw drabble with zhongli i adore him very bad and he’s constantly on my mind

Yeah very soon….

I do infact write for genshin, but I don’t mind starting a bit early than planned!

Ofc I can write zhongli for you we all love our geo papi and a little extra sum sum with his dragon form and use of his archon name… 😈

This is probably very filthy of me to write this about some 2,000yr old geo archon but oh well! Am I right?

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[ FIRST GENSHIN FIC SPECIAL]

Special Treatment ft. Zhongli (Morax)

SYPNOSIS: Boyfriend/Husband! Zhongli in his rut/heat period which he is in his dragon form and his girlfriend/wife came to his aid only to not be able to walk for a couple days ;)

PAIRINGS: Dragon! Zhongli x Fem! Reader

CONTENT WARNING: dragon zhongli but there is only one cock, heat/rut period, female reader, size kink?, praise, some cunnilingus & fingering, p in v, breeding kink, light bondage, pet names (sweetheart/sweetie and dear/darling), zhongli making the reader call him his archon name (morax) while he fucks her, and soft dom! zhongli, dom x sub dynamic (sub! reader & dom! zhongli), aftercare at the end, monsterfucking, zhongli being a little rough?, this man has lots of stamina, and some degration. PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY OF MY WARNINGS AND NOT PROOF READ!

A/N: I didn’t feel like bolding every everything he says so stick with it guys my hands hurt and I’m too lazy!

VERY FILTHY SMUT AHEAD! MDNI! 18+

Boyfriend/Husband! Zhongli who couldn’t help no more to resist and restrain himself while in his heat period had to just have you. You were sitting in front of your mirror brushing your hair as you heard the door open behind you, Zhongli came in and sat down behind you brushing your hair before his calloused hands graze over your cheek making you look at him.

His face was flushed red, appearing to be in his dragon-like form. “Look at me dear.” He coaxed gently and you did as you were told, turning around facing him as he wrapped an arm across your shoulders leaning on your back, “You are absolutely beautiful.” You blush shyly looking away from him with a light flush covering your cheeks, you rubbed your eyes as you came to a realization that he is in his heat cycle you just had to help him like all those other times.

It wasn’t anything special, it was a normal thing, you would do it for any man you love, right? It couldn’t possibly go wrong this time. It was just a simple brush of the hand that had Zhongli in his dragon form and you didn't even know what had gotten into you but you let out a sigh and looked up into those warm eyes. His lips curled into a smile, "You always seem so nervous when I get in my dragon state," he murmured kissing your forehead, and resting his head onto yours.

You leaned into his embrace and hugged him back closing your eyes taking in a deep breath inhaling Zhongli's natural musky scent that reminded you of the fresh morning rain, of the cool summer breeze in Liyue and you loved how much your body responded to it, you were addicted to it and Zhongli's kisses. He pulled back slowly cupping his fingers under your chin, he stared into your eyes, his pupils dilated and there was such desire within them, so much passion and lust that you could hardly breathe, "Please. Kiss me, please." he whispered.

Your own arousal rising as you saw Zhongli's heated gaze fall upon your lips. you felt yourself lean forward into his touch pressing your lips together, you couldn't stop your own moan from leaving your mouth. Your arms encircled his neck feeling a rush of pleasure from his strong grip. His free hand slipped through your silky locks tangling in them as his other hand cupped your cheek holding you against him, he deepened the kiss moving his tongue between your parted lips tasting and exploring every crevice of your mouth.

You gripped his horns pulling him closer, deepening the kiss as you moaned again your hands roaming the hard muscularness on his sides, you were so close to losing control of yourself that all you wanted was to feel him inside you, feeling his hands trail downwards on your waist caressing the skin of your inner thighs that were exposed by the thin fabric of your underwear. You broke off the kiss panting heavily as you looked up at your boyfriend, you could almost see stars in his eyes as you watched him look up at you biting down on his lower lip, you were still breathing raggedly trying to catch your breath.

Zhongli took in your appearance before his eyes trailed towards the exposed area of skin between your panties and your thigh. He raised a brow as he reached out grabbing one of your legs and tugging it aside exposing your bare thigh. A soft gasp escaped your lips feeling goosebumps spread over your thighs as he stroked his hand over the smooth flesh, feeling your wetness growing more aroused as he touched you.

“So wet,” he mused running his finger along the top layer of your panties feeling you shudder. “And so responsive.” He kissed down your shoulder making your breathing hitch in anticipation, “What is it, darling? Do you want me to taste you?” he asked in a husky voice, he moved closer to your ear, you shivered as he nibbled your ear lobe sending electric shocks of pleasure through your body.

“Answer me.” You felt him kiss down the line of your chest, “What do you want?” You could hear the edge in his voice, he was so eager and you knew how hot he was getting, “What do you want? I will make sure you receive everything.”

He nipped at the base of your collarbone giving you goosebumps and a shiver running down your spine before moving up to press his lips to the sensitive place behind your ear where the pulse point was pounding wildly, “Tell me what you need…” He trailed kissing a hickey on your jawline.

Your head fell back slightly, “Zhongli...” He stopped as he grabbed your face making you look at him. “Say it.” He ordered, “Say my name.” You swallowed thickly looking into his fiery golden eyes, “Morax…” You gasped. “Good girl. That’s better. Tell me what you want.” His voice was husky, you whimpered, you wanted it all.

You wanted him all. To give him everything, to be taken, your body already trembling from excitement and wanting so badly to just give yourself to him, but you had promised. And you weren’t a weak person. ‘But I’m not going to break that promise.’ you thought determinedly to yourself.

“Do what I tell you….” Zhongli growled, “Do it.” He nodded curtly and you nodded too. You wanted it all, you needed it, and you needed to say it. “I want…to feel you. Inside me. Please.” He released your jaw to pull off your panties before pushing your underwear and panties to the floor. “Get on your knees for me. For your god.” He said kneeling beside you placing his hands on the backs of your knees and helping you to stand up on your knees while keeping his hand on your lower back.

Looking back up at him and he bent down kissing your neck sucking lightly, “Now spread your thighs.” Zhongli instructed. You opened your legs wider and his fingers pushed the elastic material of your panties to the side letting your pussy be completely exposed to his hungry gaze. “Perfect,” his hot breath fanned over your wetness causing you to groan softly. You felt a sharp sting as his teeth scraped your clit teasing and teasing before releasing your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You cried out in pleasure gripping the bed sheets. “Shush now. Be a good girl and hold still until I get you ready for me, alright?” He murmured pressing his long tongue in between your folds and swirling it around your clitoris, making you shudder and cry out louder than before. “Don’t move.” He warned as he placed two of his slender fingers inside of you spreading the folds apart as he licked at your hole.

“Ah… Morax…” You breathed in relief as he continued licking, the tips of his fingers rubbing against your slick center eliciting a strangled sound that you tried to smother with your clenched fist as you arched your back and bucked your hips up to meet his touch. “Like that don’t move~ I’ll give you what you need~” His mouth and tongue worked tirelessly making you writhe under his attentions as he began pumping his fingers in and out of your slick passage.

After several minutes, your movements slowed down and after catching your breath you looked up at Zhongli. He was watching your reactions as he removed his fingers replacing them with his throbbing and already hard cock, you bit down on your bottom lip as he lowered himself onto your opening, sliding inside you slow and steady as if he wanted to savor each inch of you. Once he was all the way in , he leaned down kissing your swollen lips. “So tight and already clenching around my cock.. So beautiful.” You whimpered as he began to thrust harder making your core tighten around him. He gave an approving hum and began to rock his hips back and forth gently, working you deeper into him.

“Mmh- So good, oh god-.” Your moans increased as he started to pound his cock faster into you hitting your G spot repeatedly and causing your whole body to convulse in orgasmic pleasure. Zhongli groaned burying his face into your neck. As you trembled in his arms your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as you came undone. “Mmm.” His low voiced growls vibrating his chest against yours.

“That’s it be a good little slut you are and take it all. Take it all.” he ordered. You nodded feeling his hands grip your ass squeezing it firmly as he continued to pound into you. The orgasm hit you harder this time with a wave of blinding pleasure that made you cry out. “Oh god.” You cried out his name desperately clawing his shoulders for purchase, your nails digging into the muscle beneath his scales as you clutched and pulled. Your hips jerking erratically as your entire body seemed to be being stretched in ways it hadn’t been stretched before, your legs locked around his back refusing to release their tight grip. “Morax...Please.” You whimpered feeling his muscles flex beneath you.

“Please what?” he asked looking directly in your eyes.

“Give me more. Please…” You begged wrapping your arm around his neck pulling him down for another heated kiss.

He moaned deeply into your mouth as his tongue swept into your mouth and teased your own. “Let go baby. Let go. I want to feel you come again.” He whispered urgently into your ear before lifting up once again to slam himself into you taking you even further as your walls contracted around his thick cock filling you up with every inch of him.

“Fuck. Fuck. Ahhh…” you panted as his hips pistoned faster slamming himself deeper into you as you felt yourself starting to come close to reaching your peak. He moaned deep in your throat. “You like it when I fuck you, don’t you?” His words were a whisper against your ear as he continued to stroke his fingers in and out of your tight channel. You nodded and gripped onto his shoulders, “Yeh...yes. It feels so nice.

So good. Just...more. Please.” Zhongli chuckled at your plea as he picked up the pace faster pumping into you harder and quicker as you both climaxed simultaneously. A scream of pure ecstasy left your throat echoing loudly around the bedroom as your body tensed, shaking, twitching and spasming.

Zongli continued to drive himself into you driving you over the edge of bliss as you screamed out his name one final time before collapsing forward falling asleep in his arms snuggling into his chest as he stroked your damp hair lovingly.

“Did so well for me didn't you?” He cooed stroking your cheek with the tip of his finger.

“You know me, always here to help you with your heat cycles, Zhongli.” You smiled looking up into his eyes which held such love and care as you gazed at him, “You mean more than anything.” You said cupping his chin with your hands.

“You're all mine.” He smirked leaning closer kissing you sweetly.

“And you're all mine.” He replied holding you closely as you kissed back.

“What would I do without you?” he sighed.

“I don't know, maybe starve." You giggled and nuzzled his chest as he pressed a lingering kiss to your temple resting his chin atop your head.

"Let’s get you cleaned up, darling.” He murmured softly as he lifted you up carrying you gently over to the bathroom to clean up and then to bed. After putting you in his soft comforter, he climbed in next to you pulling you to him, resting your head on his broad chest.

“Sleep.” He mumbled stroking your hair softly caressing your back, his voice filled with so much love as he spoke and you could almost see the happiness and pride shimmering in his beautiful dark eyes.

“Mmmmh.” You hummed closing your eyes and drifting quickly away from consciousness.

“Love you,” you breathed.

“I love you too.” You could hear the smile in his voice as his hand brushed softly across your forehead kissing your temple as sleep consumed you.