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Women made up a majority of the folk inside the circus. Jax's coming out and transition made the population even more dominant in pink. Regardless of if you were a boy, girl, or even a Zooble, the feminine atmosphere was very welcoming. The bunny herself had finally found herself, and it was both a blessing and a curse.

Jax was always a flirt. Often times just to be annoying. It was especially hard to deal with when you were extremely attracted to her and a total simp.

"Whatcha up to, pipsqueak?" The tall girl bent down to your level, boobs front and center.

"Reading, an activity you probably haven't done since school." You tried to cover up your obvious flushness with banter, but she was onto you. Taking a casual seat, Jax feigned a yawn with her wide maw. "Boooriiing! It isn't even one of Gangle's Manga with the pictures in them. You're so nerdy, dude."

Ready for a challenge, you took the bait. "I shall prove to you that I'm no mere nerd, cottontail!" With a wicked, fanged grin, she sat upwards. "M'kay, how about you go ahead and grab my tits?" Gulp. Turning pink, your eyes darted towards the pillowy mounds on her chest. Despite how the black pattern made it appear as if she wore some form of bra or top, the rabbit had completely unclothed breasts. It was something you thought you were used to, but actually touching them... in the living area...

Stammering with, "isn't this too intimate??" your hands fiddle with themselves awkwardly. She scoffs, now trying to hide her own sudden shyness. "Sheesh, it's not like I'm pulling my magic wand out my pants. Would be a shame if you missed out on this golden opportunity." Taking a breath, you decide to start with some more familiar territory. Placing your hands onto her, you start off with the belly.

Despite being thin, Jax was never that toned, belly pooched out a bit. Now that her form was made to be more curvy, her tummy was even more soft and cuddly. A gentle purr started in her, tail wiggling. "Mmmnn, your hands are magical~" She sighed blissfully, starting to slump on the sofa more.

Deciding you should move upward, you tested the waters playing with her fuzzy little dewlap. It was very malleable, your fingers gently caressing in-between the different folds as the skin was reshaped. Jax was getting a bit impatient, but enjoyed the attention regardless. "Hhhnn Ok quit edging me and just-"

*Honk*

Wanting to beat her to it, your fingers quickly grasped onto her breasts and squeezed. Her honkers quite literally made clown honk noises, almost as funny as her squeaky belly button. Gasping, Jax gripped the sofa. "OH FUCK,," she thrusted herself into you, hips bucking in pleasure. Smirking, you simply went to work fondling the two orbs of feminine beauty.

It was a bit preposterous for Jax to be the bustiest of the ladies, but nobody was complaining, especially not when she was this generous. Or greedy. Didn't really matter when both of you were having the time of your lives. Needing to take out her pent up frustrations, Jax chomped onto your shoulder. Boobies in public was one thing, she was not whipping her dick out here no matter how tempting it was to see your reaction.

Hands tired, you flop into her boobs face first as she still gnawed on you. "Heh, trying to eat me?" The rabbit simply huffed, also tuckered out. Releasing you, she leaned back against the armrest and let her ears dangle to the floor. "You are so, so lucky I'm too lazy to do that right now." It was a matter of minutes before slumber claimed both. This would certainly become a more common bonding activity in the future, that was a promise.

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Idek if this one was that good, I just needed to express my desires here ok

The floor below isn’t anything like the towering caverns you had accidentally caused a revolution in. Instead, giant, colorful containers line the space and tracks carrying smaller boxes are everywhere. There aren’t any guards from what you can see, but there aren’t many debtors either.

“It's a freight container, made of smooth plastic that comes in assorted colors.” Meursault notes as you and a few others closely examine a container on the floor, “The use of so many peculiar materials suggests that this is more than just a basic manufacturing facility.”

Without anyone touching a thing, the dead facility springs to life. A tune akin to circus music rings out in cheerful chirps, somehow ringing hollow enough it feels grating.

“I've got a bad feeling about this…” Sinclair mumbles, nervously glancing around. “Why aren't there any guards on this floor?”

No one can answer as the tracks suddenly stop, and the new container before the group opens with a hiss. Out of it creeps an Abnormality who’s mechanic always frustrated you when you first started playing.

“Ah. Ah.” It says in a robotic, awkward voice. “Highly excited!!! Ahh~”

Everyone tenses as the thing’s arms swing back and forth in a in janky, stiff motion, and You Want To Get Beat? Heartily? starts looking around at the group wildly, it’s eyes sometimes staring at nothing at all. “Thoroughly amusing!!! Da GAME of DEATH!”

Faust grimaces slightly at the thing’s sudden sing-song voice, and other freight containers open as more Abnormalities start creeping out.

“ATH. ATH!!” The thing starts to approach, arms stuck out at the Sinners. “ATH!!!! ATH!!!! ATH!!!!”

“Hm… It appears they redoubled excavation efforts from this point onward.” Faust notes, peering further into the factory, “Otherwise, there would be no reason to mass-produce augmented humans on a conveyor belt…”

“Got it, but we gotta get a move on!” Dante says with a startled yelp, “They’re pointing right at us singing that spooky song!”

A metallic clang rings out as the blades deflect a blow from one of the several approaching Abnos. In game you fought three of them, but here there’s more like fifteen!

You just brace yourself for a long, tedious fight.

—

“Are our attacks even doing anything?!” You hear one exasperated Sinner ask, as the Abnormalities refuse to falter and let up. Every time they grow close to death, they merely recover as if nothing had happened and charge again. They aren’t being hit hard enough-

The group- despite your ideas- decided against going into the factory, which meant the fight would remain tedious with everyone being at low levels and the IDs being… mid-tier at best.

You glance over at Gregor being stuck in his G Corp ID and wonder why the 1st season IDs were so ass. And this team comp’s a mess… not even a specific keyword to center around. If you wouldn’t arouse suspicion, you’d go give Dante some tips.

“Huh- [NA-” Dante starts, and color inverts as you realize you were distracted enough one of the Abnormalities is above you, ready to punch down and pummel you to a bloody pulp. Quickly, the nausea takes over as you stumble out of the way, but time doesn’t immediately resume.

What the-?

You blink, and realize you feel kind of… tight? Almost as if you’re clinging onto something. Specifically, your right eye feels tense. With a shake of your head, you try to relax the eye.

Then color returns to normal and you watch the Abnormality punch solid ground, and you try to stay on your feet.

That was… weird. Huh, maybe…

You step aside for a moment until the nausea dulls just enough, and try to tighten your eye. In an instant, time freezes again. You relax, and it resumes. You try this a few more times, and you realize you can just… freeze time.

This is like a Time Piece, but… they can only speed it up and slow down. Maybe this is a power you have..? Time-related powers… what could it mean?

A scream makes your head snap up, and you watch as at least half the Sinners are all killed, and Dante is being charged at by the largest Abnormality here. Oh crap- Okay. Okay. You have a job. So do it.

You freeze time, grab the blades, and charge with everything you have. Jumping up a painfully short height as you flutter your wings in vain for more height, you raise the blades above your head and drive them down into the largest Abnormality as you resume time, barely able to stop yourself from puking.

The screech that rings out from the thing doesn’t hurt as much as when it flings you aside, sending you crashing into a freight container and landing on the floor in a miserable heap. Your ears ring too much to process the yelling as you look around a spinning world, and realize the blades have both cracked in half. You mentally curse, hacking out bile as you feel like a pathetic idiot who just lost their main defense in a world that definitely wants them dead.

Gah… why the hell does your shoulder feel weird..?

The blades both twitch, and you sit up, clutching your aching head in a hand. And you gape as both blades each shrink into a small egg the size of your fist. They weakly roll on the floor, and you stare at the eggs patterned in the same intricate design of the handles of your weapons.

…no way. No way-! ARE THEY SERIOUSLY-?!

You yelp as you’re suddenly pulled off the ground by a loudly lecturing Outis, and you’re barely able to drag the eggs towards you with your tail, catching them on the feathers as you drag them towards you.

“-AND WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!” She questions, staring at you with a look of rage you hadn’t expected before. In response, you just weakly point at the Abnormality you just attacked, which has returned to the harmless form of an egg.

Outis blinks, before scoffing. “So what? You cannot be revived, Assistant Manager! Foolish actions like that-”

“What..? Are you my boss, now..?” You ask her dryly. You don’t want to die, but… “I was doing my job, which is to keep Dante alive. And I clearly succeeded. I- I’ll be fine. Let me go….”

Outis glowers at you, but releases you with only a series of frustrated muttering as you rub your sore arm. And tail. Just about everything on you is sore now, actually.

You sigh, glancing down at the now-egg blades, and you pick them up and cram into your pockets. You hope they return to normal soon…

You sigh as the battle seems to have come to an end, with Dante reviving a few dead Sinners with a familiar foghorn-like scream and you stumbling back towards the rest of them.

“How close are we to the Bough..?” You ask when they recover enough to lucidity, standing on aching legs begging to sit down and rest. But soon the Canto will be over. There’s gonna be some running, though, and you aren’t excited for that.

“[Name]! Are you- you look- are you-?” They stutter out, waving their hands wildly as they try to figure out what to say.

“I’m fine, please just answer my question.” You tell them, feeling the wings on your head drooping.

“...we’re close.”

“Great.” You say with a slight nod, “Let’s get going then.”

“Hey, you just got thrown into a wall. We can take a break if you need-”

“I don’t need a break. If we’re close, let’s go grab it and head back to the bus. It shouldn’t take long, right?”

“But… huh? Wait, where are your swords?” Dante asks, glancing around, “You know, the scissor-looking ones? I swore you just had them…”

You feel yourself shrink, but feel relieved by the subject change. “About that… it’s… hard to explain. Because…”

And slowly, you pull out the eggs. “This is what happened to them. They broke, and… well…”

“It appears [Name]’s weapon is a pair of Abnormalities.” Faust notes, examining the remains with a hungry gaze.

“I just found out.” You blurt out before anyone asks, “I- I knew they were weirdly sentient, but I didn’t expect them to be actual Abnormalities. I don’t even know where they came from.”

Everyone’s expressions range from skepticism to visible confusion.

“Wow~” Rodya says with a whistle, slinging an arm around your shoulder, “Guess you really are a special one, Squishy.”

You don’t miss that hint of bitterness in her tone.

“I mean- not as special as you.” You quickly yelp back, “I’m more… weird. Awkward. Inhuman..? You- you managed to pull off that whole stunt during the game, which is a lot more impressive than anything I could’ve done. I don’t even know how I do what I do- I’m like…” a freak.

You swallow a lump in your throat. “Let’s go! Like- we’re almost at the Bough, and, I don’t know about you, but I want to go back to the bus and take a long shower. Plus, we oughta get moving before those Abnormalities recover. C’mon! Let’s go!!”

You quickly scamper onwards before anyone can stop you, stuffing the eggs back in your pocket as you internally curse yourself. You’re going to give up on avoiding standing out. You look too weird and care too much about these stupid characters to not. Just… try to not let them find out.

–★★★–

[Name] is an Abnormality.

I was stupid not to realize it sooner.

They’re an Abnormality. One we haven’t encountered before. That’s why we couldn’t find any trace of them anywhere else. Because they must be new.

Of course, this still leaves many questions surrounding their existence, such as the unexplainable feeling that I have met them before, but it also provides answers to things such as their appearance and general knowledge.

... .... --- ..- .-.. -.. / - .... . -.-- / -... . / -.-. --- -. ..-. .-. --- -. - . -.. / --- -. / - .... .. ... ..--..

It is unlikely they realize they are one.

.-- .... .- - / -.-. .-.. .- ... ... .. ..-. .. -.-. .- - .. --- -. / .-- --- ..- .-.. -.. / - .... . -.-- / -... . ..--.. / - .... . .. .-. / .-- . .- .--. --- -. ... ..--..

I would classify [Name] as a ZAYIN, as they appear to lack any defensive abilities beyond the short teleportation. Their weapons are TETH.

.-- .. .-.. .-.. / -.-- --- ..- / - . .-.. .-.. / - .... . -- ..--..

They will find out in due time. It is likely they would deny it if the idea was presented to them.

-.-. --- -. - .. -. ..- . / - --- / --- -... ... . .-. ...- . / - .... . -- .-.-.-

I will discover all the information I can about them. We will find our answers.

-.. --- -. .----. - / -... . / ..- ... . .-.. . ... ... .-.-.-

…I won’t.

–★★★–

“So… your weapons are Abnormalities?” Hong Lu asks, peering down at the eggs you’re being made to show off.

“Apparently…” You mumble, “I never expected them to be… well… y’know. But, it makes more sense than not.”

“How so?” Ishmael asks with a raised brow.

“How else would they be so… alive? They can comprehend languages with no ears, and they have personalities.” You explain, “I’m an idiot for not figuring this out sooner…”

“I mean, no one else did either.” Gregor points out.

“True…” You mumble, “Guess all of us are just stupid.”

Gregor’s polite smile twitches. “That… wasn’t my point.”

“How long until they hatch?” Dante asks, peering over your shoulder.

“You think I know?” You question back in response, “I don’t know how Abnormalities work or when they specifically revive. Probably soon?”

“...until your weapons are back to normal, I want you as far out of combat as possible.” Dante instructs, “Scratch that, you’re severely injured, just stay out of combat period.”

“Eh?! But- but the contract-!” You stutter out, “I- I need to-!”

“No.” Dante says sternly. “My call as manager. Don’t think I can’t see you limping.”

You’re limping? “Dante, I’m just trying to-”

“Just fall back. Stay to the back of the group.” Dante instructs, “...please.”

You bite your tongue and slow your pace, ‘til you’re left in the very back and a solid pace or two behind everyone else. The ONE time you take a step forward to do the job you made up having to do and that eventually became your real job…

You sigh and scratch your shoulder. Since that weird sensation earlier, it’s itched a bit. But you pause when the skin moves too much.

Furrowing your brows, you slowly peel back the neckline of the shirt to see a weird slit along your right shoulder and collarbone. Did it get scratched? No… the shirt isn’t damaged. Just stained with blood.

You pull open the slit, and see a flash of white, razor sharp teeth. Your breath hitches and you immediately hide it, panicking. What? How- it can’t- no- wha?

Your body it’s… changing? Why is it..?

A gust of cool air in your face and the sounds of faint music makes you look up, to see a monumental castle of ice come up before you. It towers above everyone, and is the music’s source.

You glance at Rodion, who has a tense expression and her golden string is violently shaking, randomly jutting out and waving like sound. Is that how resonance works? What are the purposes of the strings? And why does only Dante not have one? Even the boss back in the room did, so… maybe only Dante can’t resonate with a Bough..? But why do people die when they’re severed?

“I'd come here whenever I felt the need to clear my thoughts. Though there are no armchairs or that whiskey you like…” A man with snow-white hair says, standing before the impenetrable structure. He adjusts his faux-leather gloves as he looks back, his lavender eyes glittering in an expression you cannot tell if it is amusement… or pity. “… the chill dominating this place pierces even the thickest coat. That helps me think with a more lucid mind.”

Rodion steps before the group, mouth pressed into a thin line. “Didn’t expect you to get here first.”

“My men and I knew of a shortcut leading here.” Sonya answers simply, “It was a route we learned by parlaying with the local lowlives in our search for the whereabouts of a great, buried power waiting to be used for our noble purpose. Alas, we… could only make it as far as this place, the general vicinity of the buried Golden Bough; we could not get any closer to it.”

“Thought you'd never leave District 25, but seeing you resorting to those tactics like some kind of gangster… Maybe you should've stayed a country boy.” Rodion says bitterly, “Sonya, your lackeys have been taking from shopkeeps who weren’t even rich to begin with.”

Sonya sighs, before giving a warm smile that feels out of place in an environment such as this. “… Want to know something, Rodya? This cave used to be nothing more than a peculiar hollow whose walls were lined with hoarfrost.” He gestures back, eyes sparkling, “And look at it now. A giant castle, surrounded by thick columns of ice, has risen here. This change happened the instant you walked in.”

“… Sounds like you figured this would happen on my arrival. How’d you know?”

“I have many sources… But that’s not for you to know, Rodya.” Sonya says, but you can’t stop yourself from blurting out.

“You’re with that Hermann woman, aren’t you?” Everyone glances your way as you stride forward, “That’s the only other person we know of after the Boughs. You know her.”

Sonya chuckles lightly, and he moves, approaching you with light, relaxed steps. “You’re that one Rodya called ‘Squishy’, hm? I can see why she calls you that. I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced, I’m-”

“Back. Off.” Rodion warns, stepping between you two.

Sonya raises his hands as he takes a singular step back, his smile never shifting. “I merely wanted to introduce myself to the one who caused the riot.”

You choke on your own salvia. He saw it?!

“Very impressive, honestly.” He continues, “You’re the first person I encountered who was capable of encouraging the masses to rise up with merely some words. Ah, is ‘person’ the right word here? You don’t look…” At your expression, he chuckles. “Nevermind. I just wanted to say, we could do much good, you and I. The Yurodivy-”

“Absolutely not.” Rodion snaps.

“Yeah, no.” Gregor says with a warning tone, arm starting to spasm.

“You’re one-” Heathcliff starts, but Sonya raises his hand. “I was asking them, not you all. But I see what they want doesn’t change much. Unless…”

You don’t like the way he’s looking at you. How everyone’s looking at you. “...no.”

“Very well.” He says, gesturing onwards. “Off you all-”

“What makes you say that I caused this in the first place? I’m not some kinda witch of the Backstreets or anything.” Rodion suddenly blurts out, quickly diverting the conversation away from anything to do with you.

Sonya seems to realize this, yet he plays along nonetheless. “I think the answer to that should become quite obvious once you observe those faces encased in ice. Take a peek. They’re the ones you loved yet secretly contemned, are they not?”

You choke as you feel like the ground gives way under you, and you can no longer breathe. But before you, you see several people- more like shadows than humans- surrounded by things. A group of tax collectors surveying any valuables to collect from a debtor, who’s collapsed on the floor, coughing in pain as a person with a snide grin stands over them. A young girl is sobbing on the floor, desperately trying to get the collectors away from what you assume is her father. But you aren’t there, and you can’t move, and you can’t interfere.

“250,000 Ahn.”

The District 25 resident quakes at the tax collector’s words. “That’s all it’s worth? You can't be serious…”

“Oh, I am dead serious. Just look at how old and battered it is- it's scratched all over, and any shine it once had has long dulled. To be frank, others wouldn’t pay more than 200,000 for this. And the rest… All worthless garbage.” They tap something you can’t make out. “With that, your remaining unpaid tax is now down to 400,000 Ahn.”

Why do the poor only grow poorer the harder they work?

And finally, you notice Rodion standing near to the scene, listening in with a wall between her and it. As a member of the Yurodivy.

It’s ridiculous, isn’t it? As the pawnbroker's vault grew fuller with each passing day… our neighbors only grew more gaunt, forced to give up even their precious mementos and cherished memories to be weighed for pocket money upon her ruthless scale.

You’re sent whirling through absolutely nothing until you’re left staring through Rodion’s eyes. At her relaxing at a desk, watching Sonya talk to a small yet eager group. Devouring every word he preaches. Words you can barely hear.

Sonya rallied people, delivering speeches using big words.They organized a group under the name of the "Yurodiviye." It went okay at first. Sonya's words managed to inspire even the thickest folks to help the impoverished of the Backstreets.

Almost like you, Squishy. I know you can hear every word I say, eh..?

Can the others hear too?

You don’t think so.

…

But I could see it on Sonya's face that he still wanted something more.

Eventually, the Yurodiviye that was first established to actually go out and help the needy was warped into an organization full of passive pundits who only cared about sitting around and endlessly debating how the streets and the Nests were to be revolutionized.

That’s why I left them. That’s why he wants you.

But being an armchair revolutionary wasn’t going to feed our starving neighbors!

“But I told you time and time again, Rodya. That we must wait for the right moment.” The memory Sonya says, looking directly at her.

Sonya, I’m sorry, but that “moment” you kept talking about… It didn't come when little Ivan, Yurodiviye's youngest… dug through trash for food waste just to recall what having food in his stomach felt like… Nor did it arrive after he choked to death from it.

“Detailed policy plans and the power to realize them are both necessary in monumental endeavors such as ours- the redistribution of wealth.” Sonya says simply, but memories and reality start to blur, and you’re being dragged along with it. An observer.

Communism…

You got a word for it?

Back home, yes. An idealistic system that ignores the innate greed humans have. Regardless of age, gender, appearance, everything. Humans live by greed, and for it.

…

“Such personal grievances and tragedies will inevitably occur as the wheel of progress turns.” Sonya says, seemingly incapable of hearing you.

Personal? Don't you remember how it all began? Helping people was our purpose! You and your Yurodiviye no longer seemed interested in doing that, nor in anything I'd hoped for when we began.

“Is that why you decided to take matters into your own hands?”

Absolutely. What our town needed wasn’t an empty promise telling people to sit on their hands and wait for some vague "moment," but someone willing to pick up the axe.

The scene shifts. Rodion confronting that tax collector you first saw in the memory. Axe in her hands.

It must've been one of those days when most of the neighborhood hadn't seen even a glimpse of food for at least 4 days. But the biting wind hounded and howled without mercy, clawing at the cracked skin of people who barely had any energy left to even move. And I happened to know whose safe kept so much money that she could treat my neighbors to a three-day-feast and not even make a dent.

“So, what did you do?”

…No, wait. I don't think I want to do this anymore.

“The Golden Bough has resonated with your psyche and has created this confessional of sorts, just for you.” Sonya says simply, “And a confessional’s purpose is to lead a sinner to the path of penance.”

How is he hearing this when no one seemed to hear Gregor’s? Does he even know you’re here?

He doesn’t. This is just a memory, [Name]. Nothing more.

You don’t hear what the tax collector says. Why would you? You’re just here to watch. Stuck. In this tight, miserable nothingness.

If only that old woman had changed her mind in her last moments…

“But Rodya… You must have known that a terminal leech upon her neighbors wouldn't turn over a new leaf just like that. You knew she wasn’t the kind of person who’d give up that life for that of a generous philanthropist. You wouldn’t have brought the axe otherwise.”

“Poor Rodion, dear, you seem to be under the delusion that you’re some sort of savior…” The woman says with a snide smirk, “Demanding my money so brazenly to my face won’t change anything. You're nothing but a louse yourself, no different from the paupers in the Backstreets.”

That’s right.

I’m the one who put an axe through her head.

There’s so much blood. It stains the walls and Rodion and her axe. It coats her axe in a thick layer of red.

Like cutting open the belly of the goose that laid golden eggs, I cleaved into that hag’s skull.

I mean, someone had to do it. Am I wrong?

Unlike the idiot cottager in the fable who gave in to greed and severed his own future prospects… We were just hungry, miserable people who would've gladly scooped out her brains for a meal.

And unlike the goose, her “belly” was full of golden eggs.

“Yes, the old lady you killed was a tax collector wielding considerable authority in District 25.” Sonya says simply, “But what gave her so much power… was her sibling’s status as a member of The Middle.”

I… I put an axe through her skull for my neighbors, so that they wouldn't starve to death. Was that so wrong?

“No, you did that for yourself. You couldn’t stand the fact that you weren’t anyone special. Did you know?” Sonya shakes his head, his smile one of pity. “The Middle… never forgets, never forgives anyone who has wronged their family. They aren’t too interested in finding out exactly who did the deed; what matters to them is that they demonstrate clearly what happens to the poor fools that dare to disturb them.”

And now you’re left staring at a street of people being brutally killed. Children, elders, and everyone in between.

“The joy of the Backstreets residents, who'd tasted the tenderness of quality meat for the first time in their lives, soon made corpse towers of them all. Not much different from the car pagodas outside the casino.” Sonya’s voice is gentle, sympathetic, “I’m well aware of the sheer weight of pain and guilt you’ve been burdened with ever since then. It can't have been easy to live with the realization that, at the end of the day, you really weren't so different from the idiot who cut open the goose that laid golden eggs.”

Since that day… Nothing I held truly felt like it was mine. It's all… all my fa-

“It's okay, Rodya.” Sonya says, and the memories shift. Back to Sonya staring into Rodion’s eyes with that warm yet proud smile. “You see, Rodya… I've perused hundreds of books and thousands of documents… and met all kinds of people around the City, all to change the world.”

“Change the world so that the oppressed can be free from the exploitative dominion of the ruling class and find liberation in the truest sense. And I want to make that world a reality.”

“However, I learned that such a world cannot be realized by changing what is already here. Once ink makes its mark on a page, it is permanent; you can't simply put the ink back in the pen.”

It changes again, to visions of what could be. Instead of a man being brutalized by tax collectors, the backstreets are bustling with joy as Sonya leads a stunned Rodion down it.

Look closely. This is the world you and I can usher in. “A world… that can be created using the Golden Bough with which you resonated.”

To a vision, not of Rodion standing over the mutilated body of the tax collector, but of she and Sonya having drinks as they look out of a colorful street. “May no soul on this earth suffer from starvation ever again. May every individual have the right to pursue their delights, both spiritual and intellectual.”

To… you wandering down the street, led by the duo as you look around in awe at the scene, rather than members of the Middle slaughtering innocents. Why are you..?

What the..? You- huh..?

“…Join hands with me, and I’ll gift you that world.” Sonya says, but it’s hard to tell just exactly who he’s talking to now. “It would be as if everything that has happened… hasn't happened at all.”

God- you want answers. You want understanding.

Ah. Who could ever understand such a feeling? Even the briefest glimpse of that world felt so dreamlike.

You want out. Out of this nothing.

I wanted to etch that mesmerizing instant into my memory so I wouldn't forget it- not even for a second. If this were a dream, let my sleeping self never wake and join the residents of the dreaming world.

Maybe you can..? Push… push… PUSH..!

But, despite everything…

You gasp as you feel like you’re being dragged straight out of a sea. An ocean of nothingness you were drowning in. Cold air gnaws at you, wriggling into your flesh as you try to catch yourself.

“Sorry, I’m still turning down your offer.” Rodion’s voice helps ground you, and you weakly look towards her, “How should I put this… I don’t wanna bask in the warmth just yet. I feel like I oughta be shivering in this cold a bit longer. Think I’ll stay this way, at least until I can answer whether I deserve to be warm again.”

Her gaze falls back on you for a moment, back on everyone. She takes a deep breath, running a hand through her hair. “Besides, Sonya… You knew my temper would get the best of me and make me kill her, didn’t you?”

Sonya is silent for a long moment, before shaking his head. “Rodya, this will probably elude you, but you don’t have the Sign. I came here hoping to see you possess it, but I’m seeing it on a few of your friends instead.”

Why the fuck is he looking at you. The fuck you mean “the Sign”. No way in hell you have “the Sign”. Oh God, does this mean gayass Demian is gonna be after you..? No- please- anything but him-

Rodion blinks, raising a brow. “The Sign? What do you…”

“On top of that, you can’t even see the Sign. In other words… you don’t have what it takes to lead.” Sonya clicks his tongue. “But I’m different. So, to make a better world-”

“Yeah, yeah. I think I remember hearing ya say something like that a while ago, sitting atop a desk buried in piles of books.” Rodion scoffs, “…That’s why I can’t join you. I still believe that your big words and endless debates won't ever feed the neighbors. And as I’m sure you’ve learned by now…”

She grins, gesturing back at the other Sinners. “There’s no way a rowdy rascal like me would fit under some dweeb’s leadership, right? Hahah!”

Sonya is silent at that.

“Congrats Dante, you escaped ‘dweeb’ territory.” You tell them with a grin, unable to and not wanting to stop yourself. “Unfortunately, you’re still in ‘childbearing hips’ category, but I can think of many people who’d want you to keep those.”

Dante sputters as Rodya cackles, and the air feels warmer. Not by much, but warmer still.

Sonya’s expression softens slightly, before he steps aside. “The Golden Bough awaits inside the castle, Rodya. I hope you’ll be able to find what you seek.”

He watches idly as the chaotic band moves past him, but he places a hand on your shoulder as you go.

“If you ever change your mind, my offer will still stand.” He tells you warmly.

You sigh. “I don’t think it will.”

And into the ice castle you went.

—

The Sinners stand, slightly battered and bruised from the first fight, and an echoing boom rings throughout the frozen keep, causing you to let out a shriek of pain as it feels as if your ears are torn inside of your head.

“What the…?” Dante murmurs, looking up as the environment quakes and ice-covered rubble falls from above in small but painful chunks. “Wait, if this keeps up…”

They look around, before grabbing your hand and calling out to the others. “We- we gotta get out of here, now!”

“What about the Bough? We’re so close, we can just grab it first-!” You argue back, and Dante shouts back something you ignore as you pull away and move deeper into the structure. Rodya’s string branches out, and you follow the wave until you find where it connects. A small, delicate, golden tree sprouting from a crack. It yields as you yank it out, and you turn to move back as you crash face-first into Meursault’s chest. Right in between his pecs.

It’s actually really firm-

You both stand there for a moment, then your muffled voice speaks. “Dante sent you to get me, didn’t they?”

“Yes.”

“...alrighty then.”

Thankfully, even as the castle started to break around you, it was fairly easy to escape out to the others, Bough safely in your hands.

“Can you stop tryin’ to get yourself killed?!” Heathcliff shouts at you.

“Can you all do you jobs?! Seriously, THE BOUGH WASN’T THAT FAR FROM US!” You screech back, before trying to smooth your ruffled wings with a huff. “Seriously! Why did I-”

“…Am I seeing this right?” Ishmael slowly interrupts, and everyone slowly looks towards the castle. “The castle isn’t falling apart, it’s like…”

“Indeed, it’s most certainly rising to its feet.” Faust notes, and you gape as the building now stands atop chicken-esc legs, and starts moving towards the group.

“Don’t look back! Just run!” Gregor yells, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you along as everyone starts running away from the steadily approaching castle. Furthermore, Sonya is just gone and now there’s a dozen or so more enemies around.

GODDAMMIT WHERE ARE THE BLADES REGENERATING WHEN YOU NEED THEM?!

Dante pants, half keeled over when everyone finally stops, though the castle and its frost-covered minions are still approaching. “I- we ran quite a bit, but what now…?”

How are they panting when they don’t breathe..?

“Footfalls. Not of a human. Rather slow and heavy.” Meursault notes.

Ishmael grits her teeth. “…You could just say that something mammoth is after us!”

The 5th Sinner nods simply. “That may have served better.”

“D- Dante! Our job here’s done, so we can just book it! Cool?” Rodya asks, trying to fend off one of frozen remains of a miner from the upper floor that charged.

“G-gimme a second! I never considered what we'd do once we got down here-” Dante yells back, wildly looking around for any way out.

“Oh, really! Can we worry about that later?!” Rodya shouts back, having had to hack off an arm of the Abnormality attacking her.

Speaking of Abnormalities…

You fumble the eggs out of your pocket and shake them. “C’mon you two… I’m seriously injured and could use some weapons-!”

Unluckily for you, that doesn’t wake them up.

“The bus… Where’s the bus?” Gregor asks.

“Clearly not here!” You shriek at him, “How could it possibly get down here anyways?!”

“Quit prattlin' and run! Away from that thumpin'!” Heathcliff barks.

Faust hums. “That might be the first logical statement I’ve heard leave your mouth, Heathcliff.”

He merely scowls in response. “… I’m gonna smash your skull to bits later.”

—

You feel like your legs are about to give out at this rate. It’s just running and desperately trying to fend off an encroaching horde until-

“I see the exit over there!” Ishmael calls out, pointing. Immediately, that’s the course everyone sets to.

An exit is found.

“Gah, bloody persistent, innit?” Heathcliff mutters, hissing in pain as a chunk is ripped from his forearm.

“We’ll have to distract them somehow before we can get away…” Dante says, looking around for any opportunity.

“Why don’t you throw one of us at ‘em? You can bring them back later anyway.” Ryōshū points out, before staring at a certain German boy.

“Why are you looking at me?” Sinclair weakly asks.

“Great idea Ryōshū!” You sarcastically say, “But how the heck are we going to get the Sinner left behind out of here after we leave?”

Ryōshū hums. “Y.M.B.L.”

“‘You’re more bitey lately’..?” Sinclair translates, confused.

“I’m tired and it’s been a stupidly long day!” You yelp back, having just had to stab an Abnormality through the head with enough force you think your arms may fall off with how sore they are. “God forbid I get-”

“Hold on, look over there…” Dante interrupts, and you see Sonya standing at the exit with a bemused smile.

“Leave this to me.” He says calmly, making a motion with a hand.

“WHY ARE YOU HERE?!” You screech at him, completely realizing you forgot this happened in game. God you wish Canto 2 was more memorable all you remember is Sinclair broke it down whiteboy style and Ryōshū is a fucking menace…

“Sonya?! What are you playing at?” Rodion snaps at him.

“Rodya! What are you talking about? Just let him do his thing, we need all the help we can get!”

She merely scoffs. “No one ever helps for free, y'know? There's gotta be something! Only person I met who’s willing to help all willy-nilly is-”

Sonya interrupts with a sigh, before slightly tilting his head. “It’s just like how you simply couldn’t hold yourself back from using your axe that day. I’m discovering that I might have a similarly… inexplicable drive.”

Rodion moves you behind her as he approaches a very confused Dante. “Dante, I take it that your organization is working to make a better world in its own right, yes?”

“I… Uh-huh?” Dante fidgets slightly, considering his words as Sonya seems blissfully unaware of their uncertainty.

“Silence sometimes speaks volumes. I’ll take that as a positive.” Sonya says, turning to leave. “And one more thing… That child will soon visit you, too.”

“Child?”

“Huh?” Sinclair rubs his eyes, squinting at Sonya. “Ah… Sorry. My eyes must have fooled me. I thought I saw something on his forehead for a second…”

You saw it too. That flash of red. Fuck’s sake, you can see the Sign.

“Yes, I mean that boy who left quite the impression on you. It’ll be a touching reunion, I imagine.” Sonya says with a bemused chuckle, “Don’t expect me to act on the same impulse of kindness next we meet, though. If a clear path towards prosperity of the many shows itself before my eyes, I’ll take it without hesitation.”

His gaze lingers on you for a moment, and members the Yurodiyiye start to appear, thankfully fending off the Abnormalities for you all.

He turns to leave as Rodion sprints past him, but you hesitate for a moment.

“Sonya.” Both he and Rodion pause, giving you curious and confused looks.

“Your moment isn’t going to come unless you make it.” You warn him, “...but you don’t seem like someone who listens to a singular warning from one person, eh? Well, good luck.”

And you follow after Rodion, just as everyone else. She shakes her head and resumes running, but Sonya merely stands there and watches you all leave, lavender eyes focused on your retreating form.

“Until I make it, hm?” He chuckles, “You and her really are alike.”

–★★★–

The 2nd floor was empty, much to your relief, leaving progressing to the first floor a breeze. But the emptiness and silence of the endless caverns left you unnerved. There were no more guards, Peccatula, or even debtors. It was entirely empty.

Though your worry seemed unique, as no one else seemed remotely bothered. At least, not by the absence of any life save for the LCB.

“Rodion. Are you not concerned?” Yi Sang asks the 9th Sinner, his usual mournful expression alike as ever as a short breather is taken on this floor.

“What’s up?” She asks, seemingly unbothered by what just happened.

“Irrespective of consequential differences, he was nevertheless a fellow of yours.”

“Ah, that~” Rodya chuckles, “Eh, he’s a clever dude, so I’m sure he’ll figure out a way to live and all that jazz.”

“…Truly, an ideal form of friendship.” Yi Sang murmurs, before walking away. You watch Rodya lean against a rock and look out, gaze drifting over the dark space as you take a spot next to her.

“So… uh… your memories.” You start, causing her to glance at you, “That… idealized world. Uh- why was I there?”

“How could you see them?” She casually shoots back.

“You think I know?” You ask in response, huffing as you drag your sore body onto the rocks to rest momentarily. “I don’t know anything, Rodya. All I know is I’m stuck here and somehow fuck up every time I try to do my job.”

She chuckles. “You’re a lot more sassy than I thought you were, aren’tcha?”

“Yeah… guess since I’m trying to be less scared of you… well honestly you’re all psychotic and terrify me with how casual you are about things such as the bus that eats people, but I guess I’m just… trying to make myself fit it, y’know?”

You can’t tell if you’re lying or telling the truth.

“Yeah, I get it.” She responds, and a silence falls between you two for a long moment.

“...do you think I messed up by causing that riot?” You nervously ask, “I- well- I saw what happened to you then. What if the same thing happens to them? What if I doomed hundreds of people by shouting some words? What if-”

“‘What if what if what if’,” Rodion snaps back with a huff, “Look, [Name], babe, you haven’t fucked up any more than I have. If anything, I’d say you did more good than bad. No matter what you did those people were going to die, be it from being hunted down or worked to death. At least you managed to get a bunch of weak-willed folk to muster the courage to see their families one last time before they died.”

Is she… bitter..?

“...” You can’t think of anything right to say in response to that. Rodya just sighs, squeezing your shoulder. “You’re better than you think, Squishy.”

A silence rests between you once more, and now everyone’s continuing on back to the bus. But you and Rodya wait behind for a moment.

“Hey, Squishy, why’d ya talk about humans like that?” She suddenly asks, “About them living by greed. How are you so familiar with them if this is your first contract?”

Should you..? “...because I used to be one, Rodya. But please don’t go blabbing to the others about it.”

And she doesn’t manage to say anything in response as you push yourself off the rock and rejoin the rest of the Sinners.

—

Dante, wheezes as they collapse onto the seat of the bus, having just finished recounting the events of the day to Vergilius with your and Faust’s help.

“…I see, so that’s your story. There’s just one thing that bothers me, though.” The expression of the Red Gaze hardens. “This man… Sonya, was it? His actions during those final moments don’t quite seem to align with the way he pursues his ideology. We need to get a clearer idea of his true intentions before moving on from this-”

“Hey, time out, tiiime out!!!” Rodya blurts, “First Yi Sang, and now you too? Why does everyone care more about Sonya than me? I'm the one who got the Golden Bough, aren't I?”

“...well, technically [Name] did-” Sinclair starts to point out.

“Wouldn’t have if she didn’t resonate with it.” You retort back, before practically melting into your seat. On your way back out of the casino, the blades managed to recover enough to resume their usual forms, but the knowledge of what they are still haves you reeling. But honestly? You’re too exhausted to care.

Faust said you’re supposed to go try on your new uniform in like an hour… maybe you can squeeze in a nap until then…

Rodya chuckles, before reaching into her pockets with a dramatic flair. “As a plus… Check this out, everyone~”

With a wave of her hands, she displays the overwhelming handful of colorful chips with a dazzling grin. “We can exchange these cuties for cash at any casino, so we should drop by one. I nabbed ‘em while our one and only assistant manager hit the jackpot and dazzled the floor.”

“I was practically thrown into the machine…” You lament, rubbing your still aching head. Don, meanwhile, nervously gulps at the glower Vergilius sends her way. Poor girl is absolutely fried.

“I’m impressed that you thought to pocket all that amidst the chaos.” Dante admits, and you realized they’re practically laying against you.

“Well, Verg? What do you say to a juicy serving of prime sirloin steak to celebrate our abounding success today?” Rodya asks, shaking the chips slightly as a few tumble to the floor.

Vergilius stares with no expression at her for a moment, before glancing Charon’s way. “…Any thoughts, Charon?”

“… Mmm.” Charon thinks for a moment, pressing an ear to the wheel. “Seems Mephi wants it too. Fresh, succulent, juicy meat.”

Gregor grimaces. “Gah, of all the things you could mention…”

Vergilius shrugs, going to take his own seat. “Alright, then. I’ll entrust Rodion with the task of locating the venue for our team dinner.”

Charon nods. “Okay. Vroom-vroom.”

“Now we’re talking, Verg.” Rodya says with a chuckle, “After all’s said and done…”

You close your eyes, missing the nervous expression she had for a mere moment, missing the glance she tossed your way, missing that faint glimmer of hunger and curiosity in her eyes. Missing the way it’s hidden with no trace and missed by all on the bus.

“I’m pretty rad, aren’t I?”

–★★★–

“Impressive, Yurodivy.” A woman with short, neat hair says. It’s dark enough in color it starts to border on the color of the emptiness of the night sky. Her boots are impeccably clean as she walks through the remains of corrupted debtors and the occasional fallen member of the Yurodiviye. “Not only did you manage to clear out the legion of foes…”

Hermann stops, her gaze falling to the man with crisp white hair behind her. “You also burned all that cash.”

Sonya chuckles, waving a hand. “You should know, Hermann, that I’ve never been a friend of capital.”

“I will admit, you're not like most idealists; you actually walk the talk.” She says simply, turning and approaching him with calm, measured steps. “You'd have earned yourself a further compliment if only you had capped it all off by securing the Golden Bough.”

Sonya’s expression barely changes. “...I encountered that one you mentioned. That enigma. I must admit, they are more impressive than you’d like to think.” For a rare moment, he frowns. “Alas…”

“I suppose you didn’t win them over.”

“They are more like her than I thought they would be.” He answers, “But they’re somehow more stubborn. I’ve never encountered anything like them. Even Rodya couldn’t compare.”

Hermann pauses. “...the little enigma even managed to woo you in the minutes they spent interacting with you?”

“Well… I wouldn’t necessarily say ‘woo’,” Sonya answers, “...Part of me might’ve wished that they agreed to follow me, though. Like how she’d follow me like in the past.”

He thinks for a moment. “Actually, never mind. I think I’m actually relieved to find that things haven't changed at all. Rodya never wished for a perfect, flawless utopia. I’m not sure her new friend would either. Rather, she might have felt that it would be boring to live in such a world, since there’d be no way to affirm that she’s special.”

He glances above, smile faint. “That’s the impression I got.”

“I thought her to be a woman of virtue and unshakable principles…” Hermann says with a quiet hum, “Turns out she's but a dreamer, just like yourself.”

“She still has a long way to go, that's all.” Sonya says, before confessing, “… Though I doubt she'll admit that.:

“I got your point. I’ll keep it in mind for future considerations on our course of action.” Hermann says, “What of the enigma? What did you learn about them beyond that they're like that friend of yours.”

“...[Name].” He says after a moment, “Though, many seem to prefer using a wide array of nicknames instead of their actual name.”

“[Name].” Hermann echoes, before turning to leave without another word.

“You won’t scold me for this?” Sonya asks, surprised. “I did ultimately fail to complete the task you gave me.”

“Would reprimanding you make the Bough suddenly appear at our feet? Or perhaps give us every answer to the sudden intrusion to everything expected? No.” Hermann continues ahead, “It’s fine. Wherever the Boughs may be right now…”

She faintly smiles. “What matters more is who claims the bundle at the end.”

–★★★–

You adjust the collar of your shirt for the third time this evening.

Ugh- why are you so anxious?! It’s just a dinner with everyone, plus Effie and Saude. Maybe it’s because you’re worried to go out in public? You’ll be fine… right?

You let out a sigh under your breath, nervously reaching up to your horns. They’re less smooth. Starting to feel like… bark. Tree bark. Tree bark-like skin.

Your shaking hand trails down to your neck. You pull back the collar, unable to stop your shivering as you see the slit along the bone. You tap it with a claw, and it twitches. Then you slowly pry the makeshift lips open, and the mouth on your collar clicks its teeth together, the long, wet tongue slowly slipping out and brushing against the pad of your index. You feel both the tongue and the finger.

You flinch and snap your hand away, the tongue slipping back into the mouth as it shuts again. Immediately, you drag the neckline back over it, shivering slightly. You wish you had something with a higher collar to wear… all you have is Yuri’s jacket, the clothes you woke up in, and now your new uniform.

New uniform… think about your new uniform. Not this.

The uniform itself looks like Dante’s. Red jacket, black button-up shirt, black pants, gray belt, black shoes. The main difference between your’s and Dante’s, though, is the fact your tie isn’t red and is instead gray, like your belt, and there is no writing on your jacket, which is also much shorter than Dante’s trenchcoat. The outfit also has adjustments to fit things like your tail and wings. It’s made for your body exactly. The body you were forced to have. The one that’s changing to grow less humanoid.

You groan as you rub your eyes, smacking your forehead with the heel of your palms twice. What’s even happening to you..? Why is it getting worse?

A rapid knocking on the door makes you glance up, and you sigh. “Come in.”

The door slides open a crack, and Dante peers in. “Ready to go?”

“...yeah. I’m ready enough.”

Dante tilts their head as they pull the door all the way open, watching you step out. “What do you mean? What’s wrong?”

“It’s… hard to explain.” You answer, “I… don’t know how to really say it. I’ll tell you when- if- I’m ready.”

Dante gently places a hand on your shoulder. You stare where their eyes would be if you had a head, not moving, not pulling away, not saying a word. You tense, then relax, then tilt your head down. You’re tired.

“...Looking forward to the dinner?” They ask you.

No. You’re terrified they’ll see the mouth. “...Yeah.”

—

You aren’t entirely sure what kind of restaurant this is. Clearly, it was pretty high class, especially for the Backstreets, and it offered all sorts of types of food that you recognized from all over your world. Though, you noted it primarily had Korean food.

“Wow~ Look at all of this~” Rodya muses, as if she wasn’t the one who picked the restaurant.

“Shouldn’t we wait for Effie and Saude before we order?” Sinclair meekly asks.

“I’m just figuring out what I wanna eat,” She replies with a playful huff, “What are you eyeing, Squishy?”

“Oh- uh-” You blurt out what you think you’re going to order, startled she targeted you specifically. Outside of Gregor, you seem to be one of her favorites to tease…

Speaking of Gregor…

You glance over at him, where he sits to your left. Dante is to your right. He idly stares at his own menu, his cigarette out of his mouth in compliance with the rules of the restaurant. Ryōshū, meanwhile, told them she’d “S.Y.N.C.” anyone who tried to make her stop smoking.

Gregor glances your way, his eyes locking with yours. He gives you a slight smile, and you shyly advert your gaze. He’s really beautiful in person… GAH! NO! DON’T SIMP FOR THE BUG MAN!!! RELATIONSHIPS WILL BE YOUR DOWNFALL!!!

“Sounds good~” Rodya coos, and you turn your head away as she continues talking, wishing you weren’t sitting with your back to the front door to the restaurant so you could see when Effie and Saude show up. You hope they show up soon. It’s awkward you insisted they come along and yet they’re late… then again, you rode here in a death bus with a guy who has a clock for a head and a Color Fixer who’s tired of this shit, so…

“You’re late.” Vergilius’ deadpan voice drawls, snapping you out of your thoughts. You peer over your shoulder to see Effie standing with his arms crossed, Saude gently waving, and the waiter who led them here quickly walking away to get them water.

“I hope it isn’t by too much.” Saude replies without missing a beat, and she and Effie sit down. “It was a little difficult to make it here on such short notice, after all.”

“Glad you could make it.” You tell them. You don’t miss that these two are no longer in their LCCB uniforms. Then again, all of the Sinners- excluding Dante- are in much more casual outfits. Outside of them, Vergilius, Charon, and you, no one else is still in their uniform. You’d dress out of uniform if your clothes were clean… or if you actually had a variety of things to wear.

You just try to ignore your endless series of nagging thoughts as the dinner drags on. You all order, the food comes, and you’re all in the middle of eating as conversation swirls around the table. You’re only paying half attention, but you think it gets to be about the mission.

“...and things would’ve gone better if they stuck to the plan.” Effie says, barely masking his frustration at the day’s events.

“Hey! We still succeeded at the end of it…” Rodya says with a playful pout. “Don’t tell me you’re annoyed.”

You glance at Saude, whose expression doesn’t change from her usual smile as she nudges Effie. Her message is clear: “Don’t get riled up. Let it go.”

“Why wouldn’t I be annoyed?” Effie retorts, ignoring Saude’s silent message, and you try to drown out the fight that’s starting to break out. You didn’t even know he was this frustrated at every plan he and Saude made being dashed. You’re not getting involved, you’re not getting involved, you’re not getting involved, you’re not-

“Just- for fuck’s sake- why am I even wasting my words on someone as stupid as you?!” Effie snaps, slamming down his glass, pushing himself away from the table, and storming out of the restaurant. The other patrons glance the way of your table, as do a few waiters. But, after what feels like barely a moment, everything resumes as normal. Most Sinners don’t even bat an eye outside of the occasional annoyed mutter. The only ones genuinely bothered by him storming out are Saude… and you.

When you look away from the door Effie left through, feeling guilt for not… trying to do anything. Whenever you try, there’s just more trouble. It happened back in the Lobotomy Corporation with Yuri. It happened in the casino. Who’s to safe if you try and change anything with Effie you’d even succeed? You may just make things worse again…

A prickling feeling creeps up your neck, and- nervously- you peek up. Only to see Saude with her eyes open, for what feels like the first time ever, and staring at you with an unfamiliar intensity you’ve never really witnessed before.

When she realizes you’re looking back at her, she motions her head slightly to the door. It’s not hard to guess what she’s telling you.

“I’ll… be right back.” You softly announce, pushing yourself up from the table.

“Why?” Vergilius asks you with a skeptical glare.

“Just… gotta do something. Don’t wait up.”

“[Name]- you don’t have to go do anything…” Dante reminds you, “Just sit down and enjoy dinner with everyone.”

“I don’t have to… but I should.” You don’t really want to give up, honestly. You just… need proof that what you’re doing is really worth it.

So you head out after Effie. Thankfully, it’s easy to find him. He’s sitting on a nearby bench, back turned to you, and seems to be shaking. Don’t ask why the bench has anti-homeless architecture, this is the City, you aren’t that surprised. This place is like… more evil New York. But the rats are eldritch horrors.

“...Is the anger out of your system, or do you need to blow off some more steam?” You ask, causing the man to only sigh in response and look up.

“I’m not going to take my frustrations at those idiots out on the only genuinely competent one that isn’t Faust.” Effie tells you, motioning you over absentmindedly. “...How the hell do you even deal with them?”

“I think I despise myself too much to honestly think negatively about others.” You reply, getting a weak laugh from him as you sit down. The two of you sit side by side in silence, the darkness of the night sky barely being broken up by the series of streetlights. This part of the Backstreets is right by the Wing itself, so it’s actually half decent here… a bundle of shops, restaurants, and even some tourist traps… It’s not the worst place you’ve seen.

“...” Effie scowls, “Gah- I honestly just want to strangle those idiots- They ruined everything Saude and I planned. And for what?”

“...we did still succeed.” You remind him.

“Still! Hours of careful planning- going out of our way to make the most foolproof plan we could. And for all the hard work to mean nothing! We didn’t even get a ‘thank you’. I think anyone would be pissed if everything they did meant nothing because a gang of morons decided to do whatever they felt like! And Saude started to enjoy it?” He groans, smacking his palm into his forehead. “I love Saude, she’s the best partner someone like me could’ve asked for, but how was she possibly able to tolerate all the shit we had to go through?”

“...” You don’t know how to respond.

“...” Effie is silent as well, glancing your way. “Why did you even come out here? You always had this look of horror at getting involved.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Do you think I’m stupid? You kept trying to get out of the mission after we got to the casino. But you still kept trying to make an effort to make the mission go well. So you weren’t lazy or anything…” He turns his head your way, “What? Did you think your presence would make things worse?”

How do you respond to that? Honesty? Lie and claim he’s delusional? What do you..?

…

Your gaze locks with Yuri’s, and she gives you an encouraging smile.

“...yeah. Yeah, I do feel like I made things worse.” You answer. “I mean- look at me. Look. I have horns, and a stupid tail, and wings, and it’s so obvious I’m not a human. People don’t view me as a person, I’m just… a thing. And I’m a thing that makes people’s lives harder. I want to help and make things better, but it’s like the world itself tries to reverse anything I do.”

“I’m not supposed to be here, Effie.” You continue, feeling the sting of tears in your eyes. “I wasn’t supposed to be a part of this mission considering how rushed the plans were for me, I can’t even disguise myself because of how I look. I- I can’t change anything. I want to change things and… and I can’t. I couldn’t save Yuri. I couldn’t stop something wrong from happening on the first floor of the casino. I couldn’t even get the Golden Bough successfully on the last mission even though it was in my hands. I’m- I’m just a useless demon…”

“Hey…” Effie says with a nudge, “For your information, I think you made the shitshow that was today a lot better by being actually useful.”

“Useful..? Useful?” You echo, “In- In over half the fights I either stood around aimlessly or got injured! How- how is that useful!?”

“You managed to actually wrangle a group of idiots better than the clockhead could.” He reminds you, “And considering no one else could do that, you’re pretty damn impressive. You have more respect from one Sinner than all the Sinners have for Dante combined.”

Do you..?

“And for your place here being wrong..?” Effie shrugs, leaning back, “Your presence was unexpected, but not unwelcome. If people really didn’t want you around, you wouldn’t be around…”

You are not a fan of the implications of that…

“...maybe you’re right.” You admit, glancing away. “It’s just… ugh… I feel like I’m going insane.”

“‘Cus of the idiots?”

“No-! I mean- partially… but mostly it’s because…” You sigh, “Would I sound insane if I claimed I could see the dead..?”

Effie gives you a confused look. “Uh- yes? What are you talking about..?”

You fucked up you fucked up- “...nevermind, forget it. Just-”

You didn’t even realize you were starting to hold your hands up until Effie grabbed one. You slowly looked his way, and he stared into your eyes with an expression you couldn’t read. You don’t think you’ve ever seen it before…

“Haha! You two lovers or somethin’?” Aida’s voice suddenly grated your ears. “Thought this cara de huevo was more into the chick who never opened her eyes, but seems he likes you more, if ya get what I’m saying.”

Now she’s talking in Spanish sometimes? You recognized she had a hispanic accent, but you didn’t think anyone spoke Spanish in the City…

Though, what really catches you off guard is when Effie flinches and pulls his hand out of yours.

“Did you-” He starts, before pausing. “Eh?”

“..?” You tilt your head, confused. What the..?

Effie slowly reaches out, taking your hand again. Though, he stares directly at Aida. She blinks in response, and all three of you realize Effie can see the dead woman too, judging from his gobsmacked expression.

Aida starts cackling, and you gape. “You- you see her too?! YOU HEAR HER TOO?!”

OH! OKAY THEN! LET’S JUST DRAG EFFIE INTO YOUR “SEEING DEAD PEOPLE” THING, HUH?!

“For a second I thought you were schizophrenic, but-” Effie tries touching and taking his hand off yours, “Oh jeez- that- that’s the Los Mariachis boss… haa… you can actually see the dead.”

“HOW ARE YOU DOING IT TOO?!” You sputter out, very glad it’s only you and Effie out here.

“You think I know?” He asks, raising a brow. “Just… wow. Seriously, wow. How- why-? Do you even know..?”

“...no.” You admit, partially confessing the truth and partially lying, “...sometimes, when people die, they just… stick around. Looking like how their corpses did right when they died and they sometimes just… show up. Then go away after a bit… I’m kinda getting used to it..? It’s still weird though.”

Effie just lets out a weak laugh of disbelief. “The only competent one I met for the first time today is the assistant manager… who’s a demon… who can see dead people…”

“Are you in shock..?” You nervously asked, pulling away, “It’s weird, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“Don’t apologize!” Effie huffs at you, “Do you know how many opportunities this opens? The fact that ghosts exist? The things your existence reveals- holy crap, [Name], this is- is…”

He lets out a winded laugh, shaking his head. “...I’m guessing no one else really knows, eh?”

“...no.” You admit with a weak voice. “Please- please don’t tell anyone. I don’t think it’d be a good idea for people to find out or-”

“Hey, hey. Calm down.” Effie tells you gently, “Calm down. I won’t tell the dorks you’re stuck with, but I’m telling Saude. She won’t tell anyone either. You’re safe, okay? No one’s gonna force you to suffer because of this.”

You don’t believe him.

Effie just sighs. “Hey, I’m not the kinda guy to blab to the world. Secret’s safe with me, alright?”

You nod slowly, a little nervous. A little skeptical. But Effie doesn’t seem like a bad person… you could trust him, right..?

“Doing better?” Saude asks, and you and Effie look back to see her coming out of the restaurant and approaching you two.

“Still annoyed, but…” Effie glances your way, “...a bit better now that I got it out.”

You smile faintly. “Okay, uh- let’s head back in now. I’m sure if we spend much longer out here we’ll get in trouble.”

“Hey.” Effie suddenly says, nudging you. “I think they can wait. After all, if I go back in there, I think I might try stabbing one of them with a fork.”

“Let’s go on a walk.” Saude suddenly encourages, “The three of us. After all, you don’t exactly seem comfortable with them. It’ll be good for you to get some air.” How did she notice that?!

Effie helps you up to your feet, and you’re just relieved Aida left as Saude places a hand on your shoulder, and the two sort of take you along as they start walking down the streets.

It’s barren, despite Night on the Backstreets being hours away, and the dim twilight is disrupted by the streetlamps and light from the inside of stores. Some people within the buildings glance your way, but you’re able to ignore the occasional stares as the LCCB duo let go of you, but hover close, idly chatting.

It’s a lot less oppressive than being around the Sinners… why’s that..?

“Hey, [Name], are you that impressed with your uniform that you’re flaunting the thing around right after you got it?” Effie asks, playfully teasing you.

“It is rather nice.” Saude asks, “Tailor-made too. Glad Faust had the decency to ensure what you wear fits you well.”

“Oh- uh- actually… this is the only clean outfit I have. Well, outfits..? Because I have multiple of these uniforms and- why are you looking at me like that..?” You shyly ask in response to the blank stares these two are giving you.

“Seriously? All you have are uniforms and the outfit you had at the casino?” Saude asks, utterly shocked.

“No, absolutely not.” Effie says, looking over at Saude, “We can excuse clothes shopping as a business expense considering it’s for an employee, right?”

“We can come up with a few good excuses.” She agrees.

“Woah- Woah! Wait, wait! My uniforms are fine! I- I don’t need-”

“Do you even have sleepwear?” Effie asks, at your lack of response, he chuckles, “Yeah, thought so.”

“C’mon, [Name],” Saude encourages, “This is for your own good. Now, don’t worry about a thing, and let us help you.”

“I…” At the smiles the two give you, your willpower fizzles away, “...okay, okay… I’ll do it.”

And with that, the two chipperly lead you towards a series of stores.

—

“[Name] has been gone for forty-seven minutes.” Faust answers calmly in response to Rodion’s question. The third time she asked that, actually, in the last ten minutes.

Everyone stands outside the restaurant, and to say I’m worried sick is an understatement.

“What could possibly be taking them this long..?” Sinclair asks.

“I never should’ve let them go out after Effie.” I mutter to myself, “Especially in the Backstreets when they’re unarmed. What if they got hurt? What if I let them get hurt?!”

Heathcliff scoffs. “Ain’t it obvious? They abandoned us.”

“Assistant Manager Esquire would never!!” Don Quixote screeches back, “Do not sully their good name with mad accusations! And yet… perhaps they have been kidnapped!!”

She continues on her loud rant until a glare from Vergilius shuts her up. But Don Quixote being quieted doesn’t mean the chaos within the Sinners died down. I’d have to be insane to think that [Name]’s disappearance didn’t cause whatever order there was to be broken down.

If this goes on any longer, I think someone’s going to kill someone else.

Some of the Sinners look dismayed, others look pissed, and some seem confused or unphased. It’s a chaotic mix of “oh god, where is [Name]? Are they okay?” and “I’m going to find them myself and rip off their tail with my bare hands”. And no one knows if they’re okay or not. Only Vergilius seems generally apathetic to their disappearance. And-

“[Name] is alive.” Faust suddenly announces, causing everyone to immediately shut up and look her way as she looks up from her tablet. “They’ll be back in a moment, unharmed.”

For a moment, everything is silent, before the chaos breaks out again, but ten times as worse. I just shrink away from it, and try to get as far out of the blast radius as I can when Don Quixote and Heathcliff seem to break out into a fistfight.

I just look away, and notice a figure with two large horns sticking out of their head, with two more human figures next to them, coming up the street. And I can’t stop myself from rushing to meet them.

[Name] flinches back as I come running up to them. “[Name]! You’re- you’re…”

My gaze falls to the many bags Effie and Saude are holding. Even [Name] is holding one… What the..?

“Dante!” They yelp back, the wings on their head fluttering as their snout curls up into a nervous grin. “Oh- I… I… ohmygoshimsosorryIletlmyselfgetcaughtupand-”

“Are you okay?” I ask them, “You disappeared and we didn’t know if you were alive or not-!”

“Calm down, Dante,” Effie tells me, “[Name]’s fine. We just did them a favor and grabbed some things they were lacking in if they’re now a part of the LCB.”

“We probably should’ve notified you before we left, but it was for the best we did it sooner instead of later.” Saude adds, “Right, [Name]?”

[Name] hesitates, their mismatches eyes wide. “I… uh… Dante, I’m so sorry. I totally should’ve told you I was leaving or did what I could to get back sooner, but Effie and Saude were just taking me to get clothes, considering my number of outfits is… very limited.”

Huh..?

“I totally get it if you’re mad! I- I won’t do it again and-”

“You went to get clothes..?”

“Uh- yes.”

I balk, startled and panicked. “If you needed clothes, you totally could’ve just asked me! I’m more than willing to help you out with anything you need. If you need clothes, I can get you clothes! You don’t need to go with…” I gesture at the two members of the LCCB, “Them.”

[Name]’s expression shifts, and their wings droop. They’re so adorable I just want to hold them in my arms and never let them go I want them to be mine- “I… okay. I mean- I don’t need clothes anymore. I have plenty now, but… sorry.”

Effie mumbles something in their ear I can’t hear, and they nod slightly in response. They perk up slightly and peer behind me. “Hm? Dante? What’s happening..?”

“Oh- OH!” I try to keep them from looking at whatever’s happening back there. Focus on me for five minutes, won’t you? Just looking at me is enough… “Don’t worry about that. I can handle it.”

[Name] just nods slowly, not believing a word I say, and Effie and Saude share a look I can’t help but despise.

“Come on, let’s go.” I encourage them, offering [Name] my hand.

[Name] sputters, quickly taking the small horde of bags from Saude and Effie, saying something I can barely hear to them, and trying to give them a wave as they walk past me and to the bus. I don’t look back as [Name] yelps when being essentially ganged up on by the Sinners for disappearing. I don’t look back as they yell at me for help.

All I can do is stare at the smiles Effie and Saude have because of [Name], and hate them.

–★★★–

You let out a quiet sigh when you walk out of your and Dante’s shared room to find a private space to prepare for your plan, gently closing the door behind you. Okay, you got tons of options to practice in where no one is likely to walk in on you… what you need though is something with a small item you can pick up and put in one of your pockets, a reflective surface, and room to move about. Which would be the perfect place to go..?

“Assistant Manager Esquire!” A shrill voice rings out, as Don rushes up to you, taking your hands in her own as her eyes look red. Well, the whites of them. We aren’t at Sancho yet. “How fares your head? I apologize for my grievous error in which I brought harm to you! Any punishment you wish upon me, I shall accept, for I have failed you.”

Where’s this coming from?! “No, no! Don, it’s fine, I’m-”

“You are not fine!” She screeches back, “I’ve witnessed the blood upon your clothes! I… I have failed you.”

She looks like she’s about to cry… “You’re… not going to give up on the idea of a punishment, aren’t you..?”

She shakes her head in response.

“Okay… uh… you…” It takes a moment of thinking, “You have to use my name now. No more nicknames.”

Don looks like you just asked her to shoot herself in the face. By that, you mean she looks horrified but somehow willing..? “Very well, Assis- I mean- [Name]...”

“Okay, uh-” You snap your fingers into fingerguns at her, “I gotta go now! Gotta do… demon taxes.”

“Demons have taxes?”

“Yeah and they are brutal, so I gotta make sure I’m all prepared and… stuff. Don’t wait up.”

“Wait!” Don pipes up, following after you, “Why dost thou not simply to thy’s “taxes” in thy’s room? Surely that would make sense!”

Oh shit-

“Don’t wanna bother Dante with the paperwork and stuff… plus, it’s pretty secretive.” You lie to her, “You know- I don’t wanna be a hindrance after the stunt I pulled a bit ago…”

Don stares at you, eyes sparkling. “Thou can use my room, then!”

“Huh?”

“I shan’t use my room for the next hour or so! Surely, that is plenty of time for you to put it to use!” She nods, grabbing your hand, “Yes, yes! Come along, fair [Name]! My abode awaits!”

Eh… guess it’s not the worst room to use…

With a euphoric giggle, Don opens the door to her room, and you step inside. Huh… it’s just a wee bit bigger than Dante’s room.

If you had to describe Don’s room… well, you’d have to admit it looks just like you expected. Every available surface, save for the floor, is covered in Fixer memorabilia and merchandise. There’s a bookshelf, desk, bed, and a few shelves, a door to her bathroom and closet, and the space is entirely cramped. It’s a strange mix of messy and organized. And, just your luck, there happens to be a small hand mirror set down on the desk.

Don jabbers your ears off as she haphazardly clears a spot of her desk for you, before turning to you with an excited grin. “Farewell, my fair [Name]! Please do not fuss with any materials within my room.”

And with a wave and giggle, she practically skips out of her room and closes the door behind her with a thud.

Well… not expected, but pretty damn decent. Now you just gotta practice…

You position the mirror so you can see yourself, grabbing a random pen you found and setting it right in front of the mirror, and move to stand in the center of the room.

Okay… now to do the thing again… just focus… focus… focus and…

Color inverts around you, and time freezes just like that, and you start counting the non-existent seconds. It doesn’t take long for the nausea to creep in and for you to immediately relax and let time resume. You take a moment to breathe, and do it again, relieved to find you were able to keep time frozen for one more second.

Again. Until you can do at least two minutes.

It takes awhile, and with time regularly being frozen, you aren’t sure how long you’ve been at it. But around the one minute mark, you started moving around too, trying to get as close to your original position as you could when time resumed. At the one minute and thirty second mark, you also added in grabbing the pen and putting it in one of your pockets.

You do this at least ten times when you reach the two minute mark.

Two minutes should be more than enough time to freeze everything, steal a few K Corp ampules, and get back to your original position.

And with this, you should have everything you need to save Effie. All you need to do is stop the bleeding and patch up his wounds, and he’ll be okay!!

You won’t fail him like you failed Yuri.

You won’t.

–★★★★★–

it felt like ages since everything had started, yet it had been less than a year since your first appearance in twisted wonderland. a world so different from your own, and despite everything you’ve been through, this may of been your hardest challenge. not because you were facing yet another overblot, nor because you were being put in a deathly situation. no, rather this was one that was the hardest because of the fact that you were sure you’d be able to survive the touches of eight very different and equally powerful men all at once. it may actually of been easier to take them in a physical fight, yet the words that slipped past your lips were contrary to your negative thoughts, encouraged by the warm fluttering of your cunt. “I’d be willing to try.”

you wished you could of covered your whole being as all their eyes were fixated on you. you had gotten confessions from each of them individually and had put it off, but they wanted their answer already. there was only so long you could ignore it. they weren’t stupid, they knew that each one of the others had likely done the same—confessed. it was a coincidence they all ended up at ramshackle at the same time, or so it seemed, but at some point the arguments between them ended up nearly breaking a hole through the wall as it felt like thunder was beginning to storm in the distance. you had tried to deescalate things, yet it soon evolved from unproductive insults directed towards one another to you being the centerpiece, a proposal of just finding out right now who really would be the best fit for you.

you thought maybe they’d take you on a date each, yet you knew deep down from their lustful expressions it would never be that innocent. the moment you responded, you signed off on this death wish and embraced what would unfold. if you didn’t want to make a decision before, you’d finally be able to do one after this, all of you reasoned. sexual compatibility was a part of a relationship, and each of the men were determined to be the one that convinced you to choose them. even the normally peaceful ones like trey and cater were motivated, and the ever shut-in idia had his competitive streak mode on, it was really going to happen. “just do me a favor and be gentle… i’ve never had this many people at once.” you request, casting your gaze to the floor as embarrassment eats you alive. you couldn’t see it, but there were a few wide eyes or surprised smiles that the men gave. they were originally going to do it individually, one after the other, but if you were suggesting a free for all, that’s how they liked it. this was night raven college, a fight like this was something everyone took seriously, especially with the prize being something each of them were so individually interested in.

you had expected them to have some sort of order to it, yet you should of known better as leona makes the first move in waltzing up to you, flicking his tail as he pulls off your shirt from behind you. your nipples harden at the feeling of the cold air hitting them, leona’s fingers giving them a tweeze as one of your eyes squeezes shut, letting out a moan followed by fingers pushing into your mouth. he had a smug grin, being the one who made the first move and attempt at claiming you as his own, palming at your breasts as his erection rubbed against your ass. “leona!” your muffle cries don’t go unheard, the other men feeling their jealousy begin to claw at them as they too, join in the fray. you feel leona’s fingers disappear from your mouth as they’re yanked by vil, his own cock pressing into your side as he tilts your head to his direction, giving you a firm and heated kiss.

his tongue pushes in and prods about, distracting you from what the other men are doing, attention focused solely on him as he deepens it. he tasted sweet, his gloss staining your own lips as he pulls away, leaving you in a blurry daze to recover before your attention is pulled into another direction, this time by malleus. he was not one to lose, his own jealousy clearly taking control as the thundering storms grew louder in the background, your wet panties discarded somewhere as he pushes leona aside, the two going elbow to elbow in an attempt to fight over touching your body. malleus presses a kiss to your lips, as though attempting to rid you of vil’s taste entirely. his fingers rub at your breasts while his nails occasionally scratch leona’s hands, but never directly your flesh. “mmng..!” you moan into his mouth with pleasure, feeling hot breath fanning at your cunt as a tongue laps at it. your hands subconsciously reach down, grabbing the hair of the other fae knelt between your legs, his cold fingers spreading your thighs apart for him.

your mind buzzes, delirious with the pleasure as your eyes momentarily meet rook’s, his hand stroking his cock with his boxers pulled down, his girthy dick leaking with pre as he watches, a flushed expression on his face as he marvels at the beauty unfolding. you don’t have time to call out or do anything with him, though, not when your hands are guided to cater’s aching cock and your lips wrap around trey’s. despite the two being the oh responsible and mature third years of heartslabyul, they were far from innocent and not the type to just sit back and stay docile in this scenario. instead they seem to have teamed up, keeping you focused on them as you began stroking cater, his precum acting as a lubricant as you begin stroking at his shaft, feeling his tip press against your chest, dirtying it all the while trey completely fills your mouth, his thick cock making your cheeks bulge slightly from the size.

you don’t even see as idia pockets away your discarded panties, giving them a smell before shoving them into his jacket, making sure it was safe and secure for a later use. your pussy clenches as your legs squirm and squeeze around lilia’s head, his tongue delving deeper into you as you moan, trey’s dick hitting the back of your throat as you try your best to take it, hands never once stopping their movements as one of them is pulled away and directed towards another, rook’s, now ending up with you double fisting both cocks in one hand each. your breasts are covered in marks from being groped and tweezed, malleus’ mouth latched onto one of your nipples, suckling on it like it was his last meal, making your eyes roll.

leona’s teeth sink between the crevice of your neck, leaving bright hickeys in its wake before he pauses for a moment to spit on his fingers. his fingers trail downward, prodding at your ass causing your eyes to go wide at the feeling, unsure if your ass was prepared for the invasion as he pushes in, pumping them in and out, not at all matching lilia’s rhythm. his fingers are rough and calloused unlike lilia’s smooth tongue, roughly stretching your ass to prepare for him as you feel yourself choking against trey’s cock, overwhelmed by pleasure. you knew at the start you probably wouldn’t survive, but it hadn’t even really begun yet. you technically only had one cock in you so far, and you started this all out fight so you knew it would be awhile.

“cum.. gonna cu…!” you slur on trey’s cock as the full treatment was sending you over the edge. lilia’s tongue was so deep, your body spasming while your strength completely leaves you, the men supporting your entire weight as you cum and squirt all over lilia’s face, the stimulation hitting you hard. he doesn’t stop, instead eating you clean out, not letting a single drop go to waste. your body shudders as trey let you have a minute to breathe and catch yourself before guiding you back to his cock, the pulsating and twitching giving you a sign that he was close. you speed up your rubbing and stroking, intent on making all three men cum together at once, squeezing your eyes shut as you aim their dicks at your face, taking trey as deep down as you can as he bursts, his cum stuffing your cheeks and spewing down the back of your throat, pumping the cocks in your hand as hot ropes of cum coat your face from both rook and cater.

your throat felt sore as you swallowed it all, sticking out your tongue as he pulled out, a string of saliva connecting you to his cock. it was hard to see your expression as cum covered your face, by your own volition, but you were in ecstasy. you feel your body positioned, between vil and leona as they both take a place at your prepped holes, your nails digging into idia’s hands as he holds yours, guiding your head down to his leaking tip. it looked to be covered in cum already, his fingers trembling as his signature grin widens, his delight growing as he watches you get stuffed at both ends. leona’s slick cock pushed into your ass, stretching it in a way you’d never felt, wanting to squeeze at and claw at him with every fiber you had, but you couldn’t even focus as vil’s equally intimidating dick pushed into your sopping cunt, slipping deeper and deeper until you were squeezing him hard. leona’s cock in your ass was already making you clench, but you weren’t sure if you could relax.

“aagh.. more!” yet again you betray yourself, pleading for more. their cocks were hitting such sweet spots inside of you, making you drool and whimper as idia’s cock kisses your lips, encouraging you to lick and suck on it, your fingers going to clasp around his slender hips yet found themselves wrapped around malleus’ cocks, the top and bottom one, encouraging you to give him a handjob as well. Idia’s and malleus’ hands both press against your head on opposite sides as leona gives you ass a smack to remind you of just where he was, and how he was stretching your ass so wonderfully full as he pulls out and all the way in, causing you to choke down on idia’s cock. thankfully, idia isn’t that large that you’re full on crying and gagging, but you still feel a few tears form at the corner of your eyes as you’re fucked into his cock. vil wasn’t one to let leona, or anyone, steal his spotlight though. his cock pulled all the way out and thrusted all the way into you, causing you to moan and squeal as both men begin pounding you in their own way.

vil was not too fast, taking his time, but there was a type of strength behind each of his thrusts. you never once forgot that he was a tall and strong man, and this moreso solidified that. his makeup was slightly smudged, only slightly as he grunted under his breath while his fingers massaged circles around your hips. leona was the opposite, rough and fast as he reached deep into your ass and gave you an out of body experience—like you were seeing stars swirling above head. he was hitting so deep inside of you and making you feel like mush, both the men snarkily commenting about each others’ performance as you continue to pump malleus’ cocks, your tired arms squeezing and pumping with all you got as cum dripped from your stained cheeks onto the floor, idia’s cock buried in your sore throat.

Idia was nowhere near lasting as trey was, stammering and blabbering about how sexy this was as his cum filled your mouth with a sweet taste, presumably from his bad diet. his hair was bright pink as he pulled out with a pop, your tongue licking at and cleaning what you could at his softening length, watching him return to shirking back down after the rush of adrenaline dwindled. he seemed to be reaching into the pocket of his jacket as lilia took his place, yet you weren’t going to back down, opening your mouth to welcome the next cock. he was surprisingly bigger than idia, despite the ignihyde dorm leader being one of the taller people there, but you could never judge a book by its cover, especially with lilia’s earlier technique.

as you bob on lilia, malleus cocks grow harder and only seem to get bigger the more you stroke at him. you knew he was a dragon fae but this shouldn’t be something that existed within the realm of possibilities. both were huge and littered in scales, his cum splashing against your chest every so often as you rubbed them faster, telling yourself that you’d never get this chance again so no way you were backing down just like that. not when the pleasure was at an all time high, leona’s teeth biting into you as his cum finally shoots and fills up your ass, leaving an imprint of his hand on your reddened ass as vil comes up your used cunt as well, finally allowing himself to now that leona had. his cum was hot and slightly watery, bits trickling down your wobbly thighs as they’re supported by another set of hands, trey and rook.

“merveilleux!” rook groaned, far more vocal than the other two from before as his flush cheeks press against your neck, planting his own kisses as he pumps his cock, guiding it to your cunt. from behind, trey had taken to support you, feeling your thighs for a long time as he slowly pushed his way into your ass. it didn’t hurt, in fact, you were desperate for friction by now. your hips buckle as you encourage the two men to fuck into you already. you were desperate for more, no longer scared of being broken, or of the outcome. whatever happens happens, and until the dam breaks you were going to enjoy it, lilia’s cock stuffing your mouth as you give malleus a few more strokes, pointing the cocks between your chest and face, having both areas stained with thick globs of his cum. his cocks were still hard as could be, yet lilia encouraged him to take a quick break, soon following after him as his cum fills your mouth, wiping your face off to clean you a little before giving you a break.

sandwiched between the vices, your ankles are hooked on rook’s shoulders as he drills his cock deeper into you than before, trey’s hands now obviously caressing and touching at the flesh of your dirtied thighs with delight as he rams into your ass, reminding you that he was more than a sweet upperclassman of his dorm. “fuck.. there, please ah!” you scream in pleasure as your nipples press against rook’s own chest, feeling him give them a pinch as his eyes squeeze shut, showing you the vulnerability of his heightened pleasure. words of praise sung from his lips as he encouraged both you and trey to all cum together, to let out your passion, and you do. you follow his instructions, your pussy clenching and body spasming as your next orgasm washes through you, eyes rolled all the way back as both men cum, filling your holes up, all the cum inside of you mixing together and you could swear you could feel every single bit of it every time you moved.

it isn’t long of a break you get, cater taking front and center in your poor pussy, with him taking a seat on the lounge sofa, placing you on top of him as he helps you ride his cock. he was sure you were tired of your previous position, so he’d be the one to help you out there and let you rest a little bit. it was like some kind of spell or enchantment was lifting you effortlessly up and down as you were sure cater wasn’t, his hands posing his phone as he smushed his cheek against you, your fucked out body on display. “smile for cay-cay, ‘kay?” he tells you, as you give him a fucked out blissful smile knowing that he would only use it as his own material and not do anything else.

idia soon returned with his cock hard again, laughing a little at the sight of you so overstimulated and cockdrunk, prodding at your ass as he made his way behind you. he wasn’t one to be counted out, and although he wasn’t the greatest with his magic he was with his creations, pulling out a small vibe and attaching it to your clit, to which cater whistled at. pushing his cock in, he easily slipped into your ass, so wet and stretched that he couldn’t help but coo in awe. he’d never expected he’d get such a chance, his teeth flashing as he hesitantly left a hickey on you, feeling as though there was no way he got this lucky. he didn’t even want to come today, he was just told through a text that he traced back to be cater that he’d really want to come to ramshackle today, or else he’d miss something huge involving you. he was just happy to be included in this plan, sure that you were unaware of what cater and all the other men had planned as you were bouncing on the diamond card soldier’s hard dick.

“mm.. hah!” you were a panting mess, the vibrator sending waves of pleasure through your clit as you squirmed and clenched, body thrusting itself onto cater’s wet cock so eagerly, tongue lolled out as he gives you a kiss, telling you that you were doing a good job. it was like a blur as the vibrator’s sensations got even more powerful, a scream erupting from you as your orgasm comes out, exhausted body collapsing as the spell wears off, your body refusing to move anymore even with its assist. seeing your beautiful expression, cater bit his lip, cum coming out quicker than he hoped as idia followed suit, pulling the vibrator off of you. he would of love to seen you keep it on, but this toy was covered in your cum and he was going to keep it for himself, no way would he let anyone else have it, along with that underwear of yours’ from earlier. he just had to get some merch to go with the live concert, after all.

although you were spent, there were two more men who had patiently waited. after all, to them something like that was barely anything in the grand scheme of life. “khehehe, look at you, you look ready to fall asleep.” lilia laughed as he helps shift you to be on his lap, his hard cock pushing against your ass. it was the last stretch, and you were determined to cross that finish line as you spread your legs, encouraging malleus to come closer. you weren’t sure he would fit even with all that prep, but lilia assured you that he would. the audience were fixated, wondering if you really would survive.

it was lucky that lilia said fae had a special spell for sex, since there have been a few humans who couldn’t handle fae before. you didn’t want to know how they perfected it, yet you were thankful as the stretching spell helped reduce the pain as malleus pushed not one, but two of his cocks into your pussy at once. you’ve had countless dicks this evening, but this took the cake. three fae cocks in you at once, saliva trickling down as you were clearly fucked out in bliss, no longer able to even think. your toes curled as your breath hitched, the dragon cocks filling you to new heights, the biggest one of the day. they were extremely girthy, pulsing and throbbing with need as malleus begun pounding into you with lilia following from behind, thrusting up into you and holding you with ease, as expected of the fae. the two held you in a daze, babbling nonsense as the cocks hit your sweet spots repeatedly.

malleus licked and kissed at your body, playing with your breasts and giving you affection as he praised you for taking him. lilia was a bit rougher, playfully leaving marks on you as he bit and sucked your nipples, the squelching and smacking of skin on skin echoing throughout the room. you had done well to survive so long, you told yourself. you no longer had that senseless pride, you were done, releasing your voice and moaning loud and hard. you were fucked into bliss, and you didn’t care anymore about even bothering to cross that finish line with a pep in your step. you were barely crawling there now, not even able to move as you let the two men fuck you stupid.

it feels like hours go by, not one or two, but three orgasms ripping through you by the time both malleus and lilia have cum once, their rhythms never falling out of sync, and never once hesitating. malleus’ cocks, true to their sight, ended up filling you with so much cum that it was leaking and leaking out, with no way to actually stop. lilia’s cum filled your ass and dripped out, your body too worn out and covered in cum to even hold any more. your entire body as limp as you made it, eyes fluttering shut as your breathing labors, completely forgetting why the men had even done this in the first place.

“uhm perfect, you awake?” cater asks as you fall into sleep, the men looking at once another before looking at you. you still hadn’t decided yet who was the one you’d choose as your partner, the men arguing amongst themselves over who had pleasured you best. well, if you still couldn’t decide upon waking up, there would just have to be another free for all.

tagging: @masquerade-of-misery @hanafubukki @blessingofthestars. we’re finally done. that’s wonderful, i’m going to have a huge nap. unless… well it is november next month after all. and we all did vote that we have new characters to add on, too. let’s just hope this november is a few months or years long.

it was supposed to be a contractual marriage, no love, no strings attached. so why do you see him in your dreams, embracing you in your chambers while he whispers sweet nothings in your ear until your waking up in sweat and soaked undergarments?

"forgive me for my insolence..." is what neuvilette mutters under his breath, patience wearing thin all while his hunger grows ever more. next thing you knew, the hand that once tugged him back from leaving your room is now being pulled in his direction. soft lips crashing against yours full of despair, consumed in the ardor he had impatiently held from within.

large hands encasing your waist, while his foot forces the door shut. he's consuming your very being, its feverent far from the softness and gentleness your servants squeal to you about. there's passion rather than the caution he had placed from your wedding day, it's like he was trying to remember every motion for it may fleet away once more.

"mmh- my lord-" your hands weak from sudden discourse finally pushes him away. breathless you're cut off,

"neuvilette." you look up at him in confusion. quesitoning him from what he had just told you.

"I-" his eyes furrow, face inching closer as a warning.

"n..neuvilette... I've never done this before.."

"it's alright darling, we'll go slow..."

...

"mm-! neuvilette! s'too fast!" his face is deep in your neck, nibbling against your skin placing another love bite. you've failed to count how many times his lips covered your body, failed to count how many hours have passed in the night.

it's restless, no sense of patience placed in his thrusts. the pain long gone and instead your drowning in pleasure, but the absolute pace your husband was going at was overstimulating you to the brim. he's chasing another high, you still shaking from your previous orgasm, yet you're about to feel yourself release once more.

"i''ve been dreading for this moment. hah- dreaming of you every godforsaken night- heavens... of you beneath me just like this..." he's groaning as his pace only increaes, you're clawing against his back mewling at him all while you tighten against him. it has him cursing the heavens, cursing the gods for having him wait so long to embrace you.

"you're close darling? hmm?" a kiss is placed on your cheek, urging you for one more high. his hand holding your face as he places his forehead against your own.

"you can do it.. just one more time..." he's kissing you with so much impatience, hips languidly moving against you, addicted to the very feeling you were giving him right this very moment. his thrusts fasten, signalling he was about to release one more time, you're holding him so tightly afraid he may run away.

but neuvillette was far from running away. no, he was gonna keep spending this very moment, remembering every place of your body. every blemish and curve, you were an art piece. his one and only.

and he was never planning to divorce you from the very start.

𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ dottore || exes and messes

it's wrong. you know how defile he is. how much he mistreats you, how many lies and facades he's put up in front of you within the duraiton of your relationship.

kept you hidden in the dark from his secrets, his chaos and his insane thirst for knowledge. you couldn't believe him nor yourself for how clueless you were to his experimentations, his mania for information.

how you turned your back to his unfufilled promises of showing up, to the fake pleasantries that he'd be there on your most important achievements at the akedemiya. it's been years since your graduation, years since you finally put your foot down. so why are you here face to face with a sudden dread to cling onto him once more..?

why is it that you feel your heart flutter at more of the lies hes whispering behind your back as his hands trace you from the waist down, sending shivers down your spine.

the doctor having caught wind of you showing up within snezhnaya, he knew he had to get a hold of you one way or another. it was deplorable, how someone so dignified as him is sprawling his hands to take back the person who he believed did him wrong. all he believed that this chase collecting data would benefit you soon enough, as it did him. it just seems you never agreed to his terms.

"you say you hate me. how much you despise me. so why are you here at the doorstep of my labratory way past midnight..? hm? care to explain yourself dearest?" his gloved hands were crossed behind his back, his unique mask placed at the nearby lab bench. those fiery red eyes bore into you for the first time in years as he leaned down at your unreadable stature.

"you don't get to call me that.." is all you could really say in response, because even now you're now questioning as to why your feet have dragged you here.

"really? yet here you are surrendering to my touch. blushing every time your eyes meet mine. you haven't changed at all y/n." now one hand held you by the chin, forcing you to look back up at him. and there you both stood there, looking deep within each others eyes... long enough that you soon both crashed into one another.

next thing you knew you were being pushed against the metal counter while his cold lips melted into yours. the sound of glass viles shattering, the sound of papers fluttering as dottore was pushing everything out of his way from hindering you both. he's lifting you with so much ease, moving in ways like he's done this with you countless of times, when this is the first time in his life he's touching you so indecently.

large, scarred hands encase your face, gloves long gone just so he could feel the very warmth you emanated. he's longed for this, he's never felt so warm in his life, the chills of snezhnayas night now disippating. it's like he cannot get enough of you, he's high off the feeling of just feeling you against his lips.

"I need you zandik..." you moan, hands sprawling to rips off his annoying lab coat and the other layers of his clothes. meanwhile one hand is now trailing down your body feeling you all over.

"hah... really now? I thought you hated me dearest?" he teases, hand now pushing aside your panties feeling the pool of slick that has formed between your legs. your body never fails to deny him and it has him swelling in pride.

he doesn't waste time in pushing in two of his fingers, curling them within you letting you fall in ecstasy. you're consumed in lust and desperation for him and he's giving it all to you on a silver platter. his motions fasten before they stop, edging you from release.

"ah.. zandik please..."

"please what darling? you need to use your words" lips nibbling onto your neck as his fingers are sinking deeper into you. it's insane. this feeling is insane. he's insane.

"more.. i need more..." clawing into his shoulders, his pace increasing by the driven desire to see you absolutely fall by his hand. the sound of your slick along with your breathless mewls for release is like music to his ears.

his thumb presses against your most sensitive part, and your eyes are widening at the sudden surge of pleasure. hes moving in ways as if hes studying your very being in the midst of your high. you're tearing up at how insanely good it feels. it shouldn't feel this good, but here you are pulling him, begging him for more.

you were loving every breath shared with him, and he had no plans of letting you leave him ever again.

𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ zhongli || his sweet secretary

zhongli is a boss with strict professionalism. he sticks to the rules, and expresses great mannerisms no matter how difficult a potential business partner or employee might be.

an employee is acting out of line? talking back? he'll simply respond calmly all while having you write up a letter of letting go that very employee. its his "nice" way of firing someone so distasteful.

his demeanor is welcoming yet also one with unspoken boundaries that should never be crossed, at least that's what it always seemed. he's always so gentle when speaking with you, whenever he was off to a meeting—seeing you in the specially built in the office he had just for you. his ever so special secretary—he spares glances your way with a smile that had your coworkers swooning, but one you responded with respect.

but under those gentle responses to his kind gestures was one where you wished you were the one by his side every night. guiltily you've touched yourself at the thought of zhongli dominating you as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. you yearned for him to hold you, wanted him to-

"y/n? did you order the perfume sets to give to our client?" you were currently in his office, laptop on the side of his desk as you sat across from him. he had welcomed you in to eat a lunch with him while you finalized the contracts with the new partners he had recently made business with. yet instead of typing down the requirements and agreements, you were dazing off at thought of zhongli instead.

"oh! uhm yes yes... sorry sir..." you turn pink as you're brought back to reality, hastily typing away the contract. however zhongli places a hand a top yours, stopping you from typing any further.

"if you are tired and need a break, feel free to y/n. there is no need to rush, I do not want my secretary to fall ill now.." he looks at you softly, as if there was 0 desire behind those very eyes. however zhonglis versions of taking a break, turned out to be a bit more twisted.

really, he had 0 intentions to do this at first, especially within his office at this very moment. yet the way you looked so ravishing, so alluring, you were like a treasure he couldn't refuse. Just quietly munching at the sandwich he brought for you to share, full of the ingredients he remembered you liked most. he was cracking beneath his facade.

"could you come closer here y/n?" you nodded, getting up and circling around his desk until you were in front of him. there he rose up before looking deeply into you.

"sir..?"

"may I?" is all he asks and you quietly nod.

it's been an hour since then and now your on your knees beneath him, his white tie loose, pants and belt unbuckled. his length is held within your hands, lips teasing his blushed tip.

you're taking him in so well, his one hand is gripping tightly against your hair guiding your mouth along his cock. the other brushing his hair back so he could relish the view in front of him.

its curved a slight and covered in your messy, half assed efforts of sucking his sheer length. your lips are puffy, eyes welling up from his forceful efforts as he chases for a release. he's pushing your head down, letting you take all of him in.

"oh archons.. you're taking me so well..." he's groaning, your motions are getting messier and needier. the lewd sounds of you sucking him off is echoing within his office. the vibrations of your moans is throwing him into a fucking world of disarray, and it isn't long till he's releasing all over you.

you're gripping against his thighs, feeling his cock pulsate in your mouth as you finally break free from his hold. his cum and your saliva string along from your mouth, those golden eyes look down at you with absolute desire at the sight.

"come here sweetheart", he pulls you up wiping your face with a nearby napkin. you on his lap, feeling him growing hard again at the feeling of your ass against him.

"I'm not done with you yet."

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Oh boy, he has a difficult decision on his hands.

On one hand, he doesn't want to live in a lie and where everyone doesn't know the truth

On the other hand, he doesn't want his S/O to disappear. You dying again...

So he is in a tough spot and he doesn't know what to do

He would spend a lot more time with his S/O, that's for sure. He wants to make more memories of you, because he knows that he won't have this chance ever again.

For the decision...he will have to ponder this deeply. Weigh the pros and cons, question the right and wrongs, is this decision going to be selfish of him if he accepts Maruki's deal just for you to be alive again.

It is a shame that he have to be the one to shoulder this heavy decision.

Yu Narukami - S/O is a Shadow

Even though there is a possibility that you would be fine, he is still worried. HE doesn't know what will happen to you. Will you disappear? Be stuck in the TV World. He doesn't know.

So when he has free time, he hangs out with you. Just in case you do disappear. And if you do, at least you have more happy memories than the scary ones.

Maye he'll be more affectionate or a bit more romantic towards you, a lot more.

Or maybe he'll spoil you more rotten than the apple forgotten at the bottom of the untouched fruit bowl.

Makoto Yuki - S/O is a Shadow

Note: I was thinking of Makoto's S/O is like Aigis but instead of a robot it is a shadow instead

While there is no questions asked that he and the others are going to fight Nyx, he is still worried about you.

Even though you are fine in the normal word, the group isn't sure if ending the Dark Hour would affect your shadow body/

So Makoto is hanging out with you more, especially if you are scared/worried as well.

Makoto will ask Ikutsuki that if your body does disappear then if they are able to make a robot body like Aigis's. If they are able to, then he hopes that the Plume of Dusk won't change your personality/memories due to it being in a different body.

“I apologise for that…I was just wondering if anything is going on.”

You turned to look at him and smiled, “Nothing is wrong, I’m just… overwhelmed, that’s all.” Malleus bends down a little and cups your cheek as you lean onto it. “You’ve been through much today. It’s natural to feel this way,” His eyes gleaming.

“It doesn’t feel real yet. The ceremony, the vows…everything happened so quickly.”

Malleus smiles faintly. “And yet here you are, before me—still glowing brighter than any flame in this room.”

You laugh softly, eyes dropping in shy disbelief, “You always say things like that, Tsunotaro.” You wrap your arms around him when he carries you into his arms and onto the bed.

He sits on the bed, placing you on his lap, his thumb gently brushing along your jaw. “You should see yourself through my eyes—radiant, compassionate, brave. The woman who walked into my life and changed it without even trying.”

Your lips part slightly, the words caught in your throat. He notices, of course, he does, and his smile softens further.

“You make me sound like a miracle.” You run your fingers on his chest, making little circles.

He chuckles, “Perhaps you are.” He tilts your jaw towards his face. “Would you argue with a dragon in his own castle?” You giggle, “Maybe.”

“Then you are braver than most.”

He starts planting kisses on your neck as you gasp, “M-Malleus…mmm…” You feel his hand going under your nightgown, and you moan softly from the coldness.

His hand groped your breast, squishing it. “You are beautiful.” You felt his green eyes, looking at you, enjoying the sounds and expressions you are making, “My beautiful gem.”

He continued to massage your breasts as he left marks on your neck and shoulder. 

Eventually, he grew impatient and tired of your nightgown and just ripped it. You gasp, staring at your husband in disbelief, “Malleus! That was a gift from Vil! You can’t just—nghhh…!” You sucked a breath in when he bit your neck playfully.

“Do not say another man’s name when I am here.”

Malleus threw the remains of the nightgown on the floor and placed your back on the bed. He removed your panties (Which you found ironic, considering how he ripped the nightgown and not your panties). Malleus smiles teasingly, his fingers coming into contact with your pussy.

“My dear, you are dripping…” 

You looked away, shy of feeling his intense gaze. “Don’t be embarrassed…I’m quite aroused myself seeing you like this.” He pries your legs open, hooking one on his shoulder. Your eyes fall back to the hardness in his pants.

You weren’t sure if you could take him or not, cause the last time you both did it, you almost passed out from having to take two of his cocks.

Yes, two.

You were shocked yourself when you saw it for the first time, demanding he at least prep you multiple times before taking both at the same time.

Your thoughts are shaken when Malleus presses his long, thick finger right against your clenching hole, and a shudder runs down your whole body. 

He slides another finger in with ease. He stretches and scissors you open, flicking his two fingers back and forth “Haaahhhhh….! F-fuuuuuck…Malleus…!” 

His fingers felt so big inside of you that you feel you could cum just by using his two fingers.

He prods a third finger in, and your eyes widen, tears start to form in the corner of your eyes “S’ too much…mmmffffmm…!” Malleus grins as he continues to piston his fingers in and out of your pussy.

“You can take it, I know you can.”

You felt so stuffed, it felt sooooo good, and these were just his fingers. You moaned at the thought of taking both his cocks later on, filling you up to the brim.

Malleus stretches your insides, curling his fingers upward, rubbing right against your g-spot, your jaw opens with a silent moan "M-Malleus…! W-Wait…! Hnnnnghhhhh…! I-I’m g-gonna—!"

A stream of clear liquid sprays out from your cunt, making Malleus hum in satisfaction as you lie there, chest exhaling and inhaling from your release. You hear the sounds of Malleus taking off his pants and shirt, and you rub your thighs together, feeling a little excited.

"Excited, my dear?"

You shyly nodded at his comment, and he chuckled, pulling you closer to him. You whimper when his cock presses against your throbbing hole. You can hear your own heartbeat by how much it's pounding right now. 

"Haaaaah…Tsunotaro…" The nickname leaves your glistening lips.

You didn’t realise how much power that nickname holds until you felt his cock go all the way in.

"M-Malleus…! O-Oooohhhhh…!"

Your whimpers become much louder now that he pushed his cock past your clenching hole. Gods, it’s too big! You thought to yourself as you lay your head down, your mouth agape, as drool slipped down. 

"Call me by that name again, dearest, please…!"

"Tsunotaro…! Oh fuuuucccckkk…!! Hnnnnghhh…! ‘S too much…’s too biggggg…!!"

You felt his hand press down on your stomach, and you let out a shriek from your mouth. Your gaze falls onto your belly, bulging with the outline of his huge cock.

Your husband’s hand presses onto your cheek, wiping away the tears. "May I move now, my love?" 

You nod, whimpering.

Malleus fucked his huge cock in and out of your hole at an inhuman pace. He had filled you up, leaving you a crying, big mess, your eyes rolling back in your head. "Tsunotora…feel’s ‘s good…! Ohhh my Goooddddd…!"

Malleus flicked your nipples, up and down then as he kept pounding into you, he swirled his tongue on your nipple as he played with the other one.

“Mmm…you taste divine, my love. So, so, sweet…” He looked at you, seeing the mess he created in just a matter of time. “How does it feel, hm?” Malleus cooed, licking your nipple again.

“Feels ‘s good….! ‘S good…!”

“Should I put the other one now?”

Ah, right. You almost forgot that he had two cocks…

You looked at his neglected cock, whimpering and moaning. You slowly nodded at your husband, who smiled at your approval.

Malleus licked his thumb, then pressed his thumb in your ass. You cursed to yourself when you felt it go deeper, feeling his saliva in you.

“Malleus…”

“Yes, my love?”

Malleus’s gaze settles on you, slow and deliberate—like a hunter studying the tremor of his next breath. His eyes, deep and glimmering like molten emeralds, narrow just slightly—sharp with amusement, with hunger restrained only by his will.

“Put it in, please…”

He chuckled, “As you wish, my beautiful gem.” 

Malleus grabs your hips, his other cock filling your ass up in one brutal stroke that makes you gasp “F-Fuuuuuccckkk…!! Tsunotaroooooo….!!”

The stretch of your pussy and ass around your husband’s huge cocks burns so so much, but by the Gods, does it feel sooooooo goood, swallowing him up and squeezing down tightly.

You clung to him as his pace got rougher and faster.

Your nerves feel like they’re melting inside of you, and your head feels soooo weird, but his cocks are so addictive. The pleasure is too addictive.

Of all the times, you’ve been intimate with Malleus.

You feel like this one is the most romantic, hmmm, perhaps it's because it's your wedding night, so you feel more passionate.

“I’ll put a baby in you.”

You moan aloud, snapping out of your thoughts as you nod rapidly at what he said “Tsuonotaro, feels soooo good…Hnnghh! Haaaaahhh…You’re soooo bigggggggggg….!!” Malleus growls, biting your neck, leaving a mark on it.

He has his face buried in your breasts, tongue circling your nipples. 

“Fuck…You’ll give me an heir, won’t you, dearest? Lilia has been talking about wanting grandkids, and my grandmother has been waiting for another addition to the family…You’ll fulfill that role, shit—! won’t you, my beautiful gem?” “Yes, yes, yes…! Fuck…! Get me pregnant, hnghh…!!”

“Then give me one,” He growled, feeling his stomach tie in knots the tighter you squeezed his cock in your walls.

You cried as his pace got inhumanly faster; his balls slapping against your ass were creating a loud, lewd, squelching sound that made you dizzy. 

“Tsunotaro, ‘m close…!”

“Fuck…I’m close too…”

He whined, burying his face in your neck, leaving kisses and marks. The feeling of his kisses and marks made you so warm and fuzzy inside, you don’t know if it’s cause you are close to releasing or it's just your husband that's making you feel like this.

“C-Cum inside me, Tsunotaro…! Put a baby in me, please haaaahhh…!!”

“I’m gonna fill you up, make you take our child inside of you…You’ll be the mother of my children…hngh…!”

Your eyes rolled back in your head, your tongue lolling out.

Malleus feels how tight you got when he pounded into your G-spot. He was touching all of your sweet spots with both his cocks, and it felt divine. 

His pace got faster and sloppier as he finished inside of you, pressing your thighs onto your chest. Your jaw fell open as you came undone, whining and whimpering.

His cum is filling you up to the brim, making sure he gets into your womb, wasting no drop. Malleus didn’t stop moving his hips until he was sure you were filled to his extent. 

He pulled both his cocks out. 

The room is quiet now—only the faint hum of magic in the air and the soft rhythm of your breaths tangled together. The silken sheets are warm against your skin.

Malleus hums, kissing your forehead, wiping away your tears and sweat. “You did so well, my love…I love you so much,” He says, as he takes your hand near his lips, kissing your fingers. “Thank you…for loving me”

You smiled, breathing heavily, “I should be the one…thanking you…”

He shakes his head. “From the moment we met, that night—I have always known you’d be the one for me…” He pulls your body close to his, kissing your eye, cheek, lips, anywhere, to show his love to you.

Malleus traces lazy circles against your hip with his thumb, his eyes half-lidded but gleaming with a rare, tender calm. 

You can almost feel the weight of it, that silent claim, the way his lips curve in something that isn’t quite a smile but promises something just as devastating.

You giggle suddenly. “You know,” You say, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Lilia’s going to lose his mind once we have the baby. I can already hear him screaming, ‘Finally, grandkids!’ in his letters.” 

Malleus chuckles, low and rich. “Indeed. I would suspect he would declare a week-long celebration…perhaps even attempt to teach the child how to fly before it could walk” 

You laugh, and he hums in contentment at the sound, brushing his thumb over his cheek. Then his expression softens, the teasing fading into something deeper.

“But truly,” he murmurs, voice quiet now. “Once this child is born…I will protect you both. Always.” His hand slides down to rest gently over your stomach. “You will never be alone. Not for a moment”

“Malleus…” you whisper, kissing his cheek, surprising him with your action. “You’re already doing that.”

He smiles faintly, blushing, “Then I shall never stop.”

And there, beneath the stars and his steady, loving gaze, the future feels not daunting—but warm, full of love and laughter.

note | wow that got fluffy real quick, lolol yayayayay!! Finally finished even tho, its november now LMAOO