#thoorist

Split Armature

drafting... kinda. Lazy, mostly. lol Mature BETTER NOT BE ANOTHER 60K FFS

Slice of Life, Angst, Humor, Action/Adventure, One-Sided Pinning, Accidental Dating

Ruby Rose/Weiss Schnee/Penny Polendina

Takes place vol 2 and 3. Follows APCX’s adventures- I mean school life at Beacon Academy. Because sending a two anarchist, a cop, and Penny away from their handlers (Winter and May) is a good idea.

Broken Theater

*waiting anxiously to see how vol 8 turns out*

“Marigold,” Winter’s drawl is professional right now, in public, in the combative room with cameras everywhere it feels like suffocating under May’s Aura. “Have you finally succumb to madness?” Glade peeks out from behind Winter like they’re a small lamb and not slowly developing Joanna’s build.  

"I just realize Joan’s right," May said with a smile. Winter and Joanna glance at each other confused. Winter doesn’t press another question she calls RMJT and the Junior Ops, doesn’t actually call them that, to attention and they all line up.  

“Continue your self directed training. Make arrangements with your instructors too ensure your combative exam takes precedence during your mid-terms. RMJT,” Winter’s eyes sweeps over her former teammates and their new partners. May can barely roll her eyes at Winter’s theatrics. The pause is long enough that she can see Marrow’s tail twitch in sympathy. They were always in ‘trouble’ with Win. “With me.”  

“Yes, ma’am,” Robyn drawls out in the most sarcastic tone possible. RMJT doesn’t miss the slight glare Winter gives her but at least they manage to play the role of good students and listen to simple instructions.  

Winter doesn’t take them to the Specialist department. Instead it is the Science Division. May can see the subtle changes in Winter and Glade. They’re more relaxed, despite more cameras. This is the only place where rank is secondary. As soon as anything gets in the way of advancement, the environment becomes hostile. Literally, with hidden lasers popping out from walls or with robots and drones firing.  

Technically it wasn’t May and Fiona. It was a weird ‘bug’ that set off the alarms.  

Glade breaks composure first, or rather just slips into another one. From being a softer version of Winter to a slightly hyped up Fiona. The way Winter sighs and grabs their shoulder before they can run off tells May this happens far too often. May smiles, enjoying the nostalgia until she sees the back of Glade’s skulll. Those arguments bolted on.  

“You know you can’t run off,” Winter gentle chides. Almost like she was scolding Weiss when they were kids. Glade is making noises such small and cute noises, bouncing ever so slightly even under Winter’s hand. May misses being able to hug them. Fiona’s hands slip into hers and there’s that odd feeling of her semblance. Both nothing and everything thrums under Fi’s Aura. May squeezes her hand to tries and sooth it. They all miss the stray.  

When it’s obvious Glade isn’t calming down, Winter sighs and lets go. Glade bolts down a hallway and swiftly into a room with a thick metal sheet bolted over a display window.  

“Welcome back, Glade, no! I’m- Ugh!” Silvio’s voice and a pathetic sounds of a struggle plays into the hallway. Winter rolls her eyes and quickly walks in with RMJT following. Silvio was pulled from his computers, lifted into a hug by Glade and he’s struggling to break free. “You’re like a needy dog! Off!”  

“Glade.” And Glade instantly heels. They sets Silvio back in his chair and practically prounces back to Winter. Fiona’s laughing. Ears twitching in the best way and May finds her hand combing through white fluffy curls. When RMJT hovers at the doors, Winter waves them in and locks the door behind them. Instantly the sixth sense under May’s skin vanishes. Robyn and May exchange surprise glances. The cameras always throttling their spine are gone from the ‘criminal’s’ room.  

Winter laughs and that’s how Joanna and Fiona know it’s private.  

It’s safe.  

Fiona lungs forward arms wrapped tight around her girlfriend. She nuzzles into the stupid uniform, taking deep breaths. Winter tries to walk but Fiona makes noises, doesn’t move her feet and yelps when their soldier picks her up.  

“Hill, spoils you.”  

“And you reinforce it, princess,” Robyn shoots back. It’s different from where it should be so May looks around. Their leader had wandered off to explore.  

Glade’s room hadn’t changed much from the last time May and Fi sneak in. Workbenches scattered in the front far enough from the furnace and forge to be considered safe and Silvio’s work area was further still to be actually safe. There are gadgets and weapons in various state, including Marrow’s. Maybe some grenades and a lot of gravity and fire Dust laying dormant. This time there was a wall divider, making it feel less like a cage and more like studio apartment.  

“Bet I’ll find it first.” Robyn said. Their semblances pushed the same urges, the same curiosity and pull towards secrets and hidden mysteries but May’s been lectured and slapped so many times the impulses are locked. But Robyn gives her a smile. ‘It’ was that sixth sense calling in their aura.  

“You never do,” May huffs, “I’ll even let you have a head start.” She says, throwing herself onto the couch and laying her head in Joanna’s lap. The women blinks and eases into the unfamiliar setting. With everyone around them; Silvio typing away, Fiona and Winter cuddling on Glade’s bed, and Robyn digging around it felt like home.  

Joanna postures in a way that isn’t really posturing. With muscles as big as hers even breathing is considered flexing and the way she leans back against the couch and props her head up is illegal. No wonder she quit being a cop.  

“So, kitten-”  

All the happy musing drops, “Stop with that.”  

Joanna laughs. She leans over, pulling May up to meet the kiss halfway. May grumble and pouts. But Joanna is control. The subtle way she moves, the gentle press and curling smile of her lips, lures May in. Joanna is warm and patient and May is sighing into her partner. They pull apart and relax. Truly relax in way they couldn’t be in months.  

Because Atlas stole Winter and Glade-  

“So, kitten,” Joanna grins down at May. She tries not to let her win again, tries not to pout but just knowing the nickname bugs her is enough, “Is there anything you want to share with the class.”  

May theatrically puts her hands over her heart. It’s a habit she’s picking up from Fi and all those movie dates. Her throat flexes in a range that was higher than Fi’s, “I’m trans.” Under the roaring laughter from Joan and Robyn, the calmer chucking from Winter or Silvio’s amused huff, the Faunus’ are making noises.  

May looks at Fiona who’s tense. Like an a dog signaling an alert, ears forward and eyes staring at May. She turns to find Glade but the size difference and build and realization of just how close the stray is makes it feel more like a wolf. The sudden alarm calms into a what-the-fuck confused and angry stare.  

“That was not you,” Fiona said.  

“Don’t be rude,” May’s continuing to speak in that high pitch- Glade makes another noise and suddenly May finds her cheeks being pulled at. “Okay! okay,” May laughs, her voice back to her natural octave. She manages to get a grasp on those baby horns and pull goat Faunus off. “But as I was saying it just… clicked.”  

“That’s a new word for boner.”  

May flies a throw pillow on the couch. He throws it back without even a glance. “But I finally figured out Glade’s semblance.” Glade perks up again, settling on the couch at May’s feet. “It has something to do with control. Atlesian 101 and 102, catering to the masses until they are your audience.”  

“Ugh, enough of the stupid manipulation lessons,” Robyn yells from the workbenches. Winter scoffs but before the augment can pick up again Robyn yells, “Give me a hint, Horns!”  

“Cold!” May yells grinning as she sneak a glance at Winter and Fiona on the bed. Fiona was being especially bratty with her new found freedom and wanted a little more than cuddling.  

“Not asking you, kitten!”  

“Control is close. You’re technically not wrong,” Silvio interrupts. He’s finally done being anti-social and brooding. He disconnected the screen and walked over. Joanna moves her other arm so Silvio can sit on the arm rest. “You know that Dr. Pietro is using the augments for the foundations of an advance AI project-”  

“Classified, Silvio,” Winter said, delayed as she was occupied with Fiona in her lap and relaxing into the slow kiss. Winter blush embarrassed and just rest her chin on Fiona’s head. She pulls a Faunus ear when innocent lips not so innocently meet her neck. Fiona huffs and pouts but behaves. “Do not tell anyone.”  

“Me and Robyn are great with secrets,” May drawled, “Right babe?”  

“Shut up! Not you Silvio, I’m still listening.” Robyn was now at Silvio’s desk, shifting through high classified papers. Silvio glares at her for a moment before showing off the data on his monitor. The four women blink at all graph and numbers and the colored dots scattered around with lines randomly connecting it.  

“Ironwood’s neural map when he uses his semblance. This is Glade’s,” Silvio tapped the screen. The dots shifted ever so slightly. Looked brighter? They all gave Silvio a frown but he was too busy being confused by the results. “Mettle let’s Ironwood hyper-focus. Glade’s semblances has a broader range it Focuses on an aspect and not just a task. A part of their personality, an ability, their senses.” Silver eyes glare at Glade accusingly. They respond non-verbally, like they have been for months. This time they stick out their tongue, the Dust infused metal shining before they blew soft embers in a pout.  

The words rang a little cold in May’s head. Joanna looked down at her with a sad smile. It makes sense that Joanna is the first to figure it out. She always advocated against saving Glade and more for helping them. She’s the other side of the coin. Joanna’s control is for herself. Glade’s control is over people. The Giest, the Grimm Infestation, their surrender…  

They were the type to hide and bury everything if it meant everyone was smiling. Like now with the puppy act.  

“But in the end it’s all still Glade,” May mumbles. Glade who ran after getting shot in the shoulder, despite having enough Dust and skill to blow up a block and all the twisted mutated Grimm. The gentle idiot that doesn’t want to hurt anyone even if they deserved it. Glade blinks so surprised that their semblance shorts and flicker from their eyes. It happened a few times. Mostly when they were crying in Winter’s lap at night. May and Joanna quickly moved but the smile stalled them. Then Focus returns.  

Robyn marches between them and kicks Winter’s feet for her attention and holds a hand out. “Give it.”  

“I thought you were going to find it,” Fiona playfully interrupts. The two partners trade a smile. One Winter misses because she’s still a little daze from the kisses and jumps when Robyn suddenly lunges at her.  

“Ugh, you guys are gross, sis.” Silvio mumbles walking back to his corner of the room. May only laughs. As always with Robyn and Winter, things snowball but it was kept minor friendly. Winter shoves Robyn’s face away but Robyn’s arms are longer and Fiona is helping. Together the Mantle Rats rifle through the Schnee’s pockets until papers wrinkle somewhere.  

Robyn pulls back and retreats as Fiona pins Winter down with a laugh.  

“Finally,” May scoffs. Robyn give her a look before sitting on her stomach. May has to work her Aura, not enough to shine but enough so she wouldn’t suffocate under Robyn’s ass.  

“Let’s see… Argus. Broken hard-light fence. Abyssal Dust…” Robyn quickly scans the document. “Is this an escort contract?”  

“A non-military contract guarding Dust for the Argus base,” Winter says with a smile. Fiona is slowly winding up in Winter’s arms. Her ears are dancing and the grin looks so lovely on her face. Winter tries to ignore it and Fi paws for attention. Winter ignores that too. “Ironwood wants to send Glade in Dr. Pietro’s place for maintenance on the Colossus.”  

Robyn watch Fiona and grins. She looks up at Winter and rudely continues the conversation, “Makes sense, they admitted to tinkering with Argus Military tech. But what’s with the ADC?”  

“Due to imperfections Glade found in the SDC’s Dust, the Abyssal Dust Company is taking over supplying Argus.”  

“Does your father know?” May ask with a laugh. From Winter’s smirk the answer was a resounding yes. No wonder this wasn’t a military mission- “We get to go to Argus! When?”  

“Few days. Your combative final will be in Argus.” Winter says. Before Fiona can pull her in for a happy kiss she gently puts a hand as a barrier and glares at Robyn. “And if you four continue playing up Robyn’s image.”  

“This again,” Robyn huffs and jumps of May’s gut. The estrange Marigold takes a deep breath. “We haven’t beaten up any racist assholes in weeks-”  

“The Hero of Mantle should not be assaulting other students!” Winter’s voice raises to match Robyn’s. Glade made a noise and left their spot by May’s feet. They eluded the kingdom of Mistral because they knew when to make themselves scares. May only huffed as the two started fighting again. She would have turned over and buried her face in Joanna’s gut but Fiona joined them. “You need to-”  

“I know, I need to be better!” Robyn yelled back. They were within each other’s melee range now. “I have people swarming me every day reminding me I’m the Hero of Mantle. I know!”  

Since the semester started they’ve been having the same argument every other week.  

“How long do you think it’ll last this time?” Fiona asked. She combed her hands through May’s hair ears flinching as the yelling increased.  

“20 minutes?” Joanna offered. “Maybe we should try and stop them this time?”  

“I don’t know… their angry make outs are kinda hot,” Fiona teases, finger twirling around the tail of May’s hair. That stops the argument, both hot headed leaders glared at their three girlfriends with an embarrassed blush. Fiona only snickers and rest a chin on in her hand. “Well, go on. Continue yelling at each other.” Robyn and Winter exchange a conflicted glance.  

“Did you just rage-shame them?”  

“Shut up, Silvio!” Winter yelled. She tries to hide her embarassment with an annoyed sigh. “You four need to pick your battles. There are still people trying to get you expelled and I’m not there to-”  

“We don’t need your protection,” Fiona interrupts this time. As gentle as a needle. May reaches up and rub at her her twitching low ears. A look passes over Fiona’s eyes, annoyed and concern, “You need to take care of yourself too.”  

Winter’s shoulder finally slump, heavy with all the weight she’s been carrying since they were kids. “It doesn’t matter-”  

G.O.A.T: I disagree G.O.A.T: also yall need to go take care of a some Teryx  

Robyn says with a hand on her hip. “Don’t we have an assignment due for Politics and Law?”  

“Isn’t that the only class your passing?”  

Robyn huffs and takes a step forward, “I’m tired of hearing your voice, Schnee.” She pulls Winter in by the collar and meets her in a frustrated kiss. Fiona takes in a sharp breath and Joanna lets out a low appreciative hum.  

May tries not the blush and fidget. Maybe, just maybe, Fiona was right. Winter and Robyn were an intense couple. They took out frustrations on each other in a way that they would never do with any of them on the couch. May chalks it up to their competitive nature.  

//transition But as the fight with the Grimm continued, May could tell it was something more. They weren’t synchronized. Winter may have been RMJT’s supervising officer but Winter fought with them during the summer. She knows how May and Fiona fight, knows when Fiona is charging in with a close range weapon pulled from her dimensional pockets.  

Winter should know when May is being the bait.  

These were Teryx. Only Robyn and Joanna had reliable long range weapons and ammo. May needed to be bait. Needed to hide RMJT in the Invisibility Field while she screams her head off and think about all the bullshit Ironwood puts Glade through, anything to attract it’s attention. They’ve done this a thousand times before the Academy.  

Winter shouldn’t have tackled her out of the way on her Manticore.  

May’s so stunned she loses concentration. The Field breaks and while the one Grimm chasing May is still after her, three more are diving on her team.  

“What the hell Winter?!” Robyn screams into the comms.  

Winter looks back and curses. Up close May can feel something is wrong. Her breath is off, her face is flushed, and she’s favoring a side. May clutches her chest, something unyielding under the thick fabric. Before May can ask what’s wrong, the Teryx diving on the rest of RMJT roars.  

The Schnee is trembling, more summoning Glyphs spinning to life. Manticores barely emerge to block them. They fade in only one swipe but May is close enough to bring her Invisibility Field up again. Robyn nearly yells but Fiona reaches up a little and grabs her face, covering her mouth. Whatever bravo Winter feels the need to hold up cracks a little. Her summon fades from under her. May watches her fall. Angry. Winter should have trusted them to handle it.  

The Teryx roar around them, circling for a few minutes, sniffing the air but all they can get is combustion Dust from Robyn and Joanna’s bolts. The Grimm is still leaving when Specialist Schnee tries to stand again.  

Robyn keeps her down. With a foot. May glares and Robyn ignores it.  

“What the fuck was that Winter?!” Robyn hisses. Winter doesn’t answer. Only slaps the foot off and rises to her feet. "You’re constantly on my ass for not being as good as people think I should be but you’re better than that!" Robyn is met with silence. Winter’s breathing is audible even to humans. She’s still favoring that one side and her steps are shaky as she tries to leave the Field. Robyn blinks away her worry, frustration and betrayal shining through.  

Fiona steps in her way, the same scowl on her face. “Stop trying to protect us. We don’t need it.”  

“Your combative mid-term is in a few days. You can’t afford to-”  

"You can’t afford to break your image either, Ice Queen," Robyn hisses. She takes a step and Winter goes to match it but she gasp in pain, Aura flaring across her chest.  

Fiona sighs in frustration a knife flashing into her palm. “Your a fucking idiot, Win.” She pulls at Winter’s clothes pulling her blouse out of her pants and slipping the knife under- “She’s fighting in her binder.” Fiona explains when Joanna tries to grab her.  

May blinks. A few emotions run through fighting for priority. She completely ignores the weird things the knife in a body part she is ignoring. Sympathy and empathy are winning at first. Winter Schnee, the heiress binds to get away, to run from the box and pedestal she was born on. But frustration and pain wins because this is Winter. She should have known better, should have trusted May’s skill and experience if not Robyn’s and Joanna’s. The sound of cutting fabric and Winter’s gasp stops brings May out of her spiral.  

“I’m sure it’s ruined but… I didn’t cut it completely,” Fiona says, pulling her hand out from Winter’s shirt. The knife is gone and she sighs. “Focus on Glade- Winter!” Fiona grabs that tie pulls Winter down a little with the women tries to leave again. Still not at her level but it has the same effect, maybe more if the high pitch gasp was any indication. Or maybe it was just pain. "If you need to be that stupid knight focus on Glade and Silvio. Or better yet, Weiss and Whitley."  

“Or fucking talk to y’know, girlfriends,” Robyn growls under her breath.  

“I’m fine.” Winter finally spits out in pain.  

“Yeah,” May said. An angry scoff burns in her throat, “A” real piece of work-"  

“Enough,” Joanna scowls at the three and steps in front. “We can talk when we’re safe and Winter can stand on her own feet,” She says the last bit, taking Winter into her arms. The so called Specialist let’s out another noise, too surprised to be pain too airy to just be surprise.  

“I can walk!”  

“To your death,” Joanna mumbles with a roll of her eyes. “I’m taking Ice Queen back to the transport.”  

“May go with them. We need someone to handle the Grimm and another to handle the stupid,” Robyn gestures to Winter. She finally caught her breath again and her pride is flaring to life. Her glares have more heat and life to them but it was cute in Joanna’s arms.  

“Fine,” May scowls.  

The short walk back to the transport was barely longer than Fiona and Robyn finishing the Teryx. Thankfully because May wasn’t skilled enough to hid a vehicle yet, and she was low on Aura, and part of her just wanted to dangle Winter in the Teryx jaws. What was she thinking?! RMJT fought along side her. They weren’t damsels waiting to be rescued.  

“Damn it! Joanna! May!” Robyn called out in their comms.  

May snapped to attention just as a stray Sphinx roared into view. They glared at Winter to stay seated and ran out of the transport. She twist the Dust chamber in her staff. It clicks empty, empty, then she felt electricity hum as lightning Dust slots in.  

“Joanna!”  

“For the record I hate it when any of you do this!” Joanna yells. She still held her out her hands for May to vault off of and May only grins. Even pissed off she likes the vertigo. May blames it on all the times Winter carries her around or all the rush from the Glyphs. But the low pulse in her gut tells her that she just likes being handled. Her partner only frowns as hearing her thoughts. She still throws May high into the air and barely has time to dodge the Grimm herself.  

Joanna fires a gravity bolts to the ground and into the wings, tethering it. May yells a warning, plunging the staff deep into the Grimm’s eye. It doesn’t bleed, doesn’t smoke, it just… sinks in with a bone shuddering wet noise. The lightning Dust pours into the Sphinx but it isn’t enough to kill.  

“Sorry May!” An explosion throws May’s off. It wasn’t silent like the crossbow bolts so it had to be something Fiona stole.  

May’s limbs burns like she’s been fighting for an three hours. She sinks deep into the snow and it doesn’t help. It does the opposite. All the blood is pooling between her legs, all the running and fighting had everything rubbing just right. The knife… That would be useful in relieving her tightening pants. May groans. With a shuttering breath she stares up at the red sky and fading sunset. Focuses on how warm the rare Solitas sun is on her skin because they were in public. Fiona eclipses the sun for a moment. Then a moment longer as her body falls-  

“Fi!” May screams, trying to scramble away. The snow gives and gives under her hands and Fiona finally crashes into her. Even the sharp head butt does nothing for the low arousal in her gut. If anything it just gives her shaft a reason to throb harder. It has everything to do with Fi’s groan and not how her brain was mixing pleasure and pain. With Fiona’s hands firm on her chest. Sweet laughter against her neck.  

May drops her Aura for a few seconds. The idea was that the snow would chill her blood. But so many hours, wrapped around Winter’s fingers… May groaned slamming her Aura back on. She wanted those cool hands on her thighs. Clawing. She wanted Fiona seated higher on her chest.  

Who’s idea was it not fuck? Winter? It has to be Winter’s because May is still mad at her.  

Fiona’s laugh draws May out of her pout. “Woops,” Fiona mumbled unapologetically. There was something in her voice. The faux innocent tone and sinfully slow drawls. “You really need something for distance.”  

“Shut up,” May growled. As revenge she hangs limp. Fiona is strong enough to carry her but she just… so tiny. And tired. The snow makes things harder than it should be and they fall back into it. Out of stupid habits May holds Fiona tight, as if they were falling out of another crashing airship. As if Fiona wasn’t already laughing on the way down.  

“This is your fault y’know,” Fiona said with a grin. Looming over her, elbows blocking May. It fucks with her breathing and then more. Fiona’s eyes flicker down. That heated gaze slowly growing intense, like the day in the changing room. She licks her lips, her ears straining forward for more soft noise. She knows Fi can feel her heart race. That innocent smiles grows sweet and beautiful and so far from innocent.  

Her knee slides up.  

Pausing between May’s. That low throb was firmly settled between May’s legs now. She glances away but that only opens her up. Fiona’s lips and nose press into her neck. Her pulse is far to alive against such a soft kiss. Too soft. May wants more. Her body already arching for it.  

“Fi…” May was starting to tremble.  

“The others have been playing with you all day. I deserve a second,” Fiona says as if it was a warning. Then her teeth digs in hard. May presses her hand against her mouth, breath loud and harsh as her back arch but Fiona’s hand quickly comes up to pin it down. Her ears flutter pointedly. May wanted hands and teeth, Fiona wanted it all including her moans. She sucks hard and gives May a teaser for what it could feel around her pulsing cock.  

She doesn’t stop until May tugs her hair. After May feels pre-cum sliding down her shaft. Fiona growls and huffs. Teeth teasing the bruise but it was already healing. It still hurts, so Fi tongue sooth the spot. Low and slow like it was May’s shaft- Their Scrolls ping and Fiona looks ready to break it in her hands.  

foxhot: babe. stop making out with may foxhot: we can do that in our warm bed happywool: but that far and May’s right here  

She steal a kiss from May. Even buried in the snow, fighting in the cold, the kiss is warm and sweet. Even if Fiona’s sharp teeth nip with frustration. Her knee shifts higher. A hand palms May’s chest.  

mt.spur: fine. we get to play with the specialist  

The picture they send made May throb. Pressed against her Fiona took in a shuttering breath and arched her hips into her lightly. It was taken from Robyn’s phone. With Winter on Joanna’s lap. Robyn had worked that stupid uniform open a little more, binder covering that deep cleavage. A few buttons were missing and the fabric was stretched with handmarks. Joanna had more control than to rip it. Winter’s Aura was still gone, judging from the bruises on her neck.  

“Assholes…” Fiona growls. As if she isn’t lightly grinding on May. She only stops when May whimpers her name, which only took a few seconds. Fiona pulls her up and drags her back to the transport. Robyn laughs a little seeing their mussed up hair and flushed faces. May spies her in the cockpit, no doubt to pissed off to play with Winter.  

“Think you girls can make it back to Mantle?”  

“Define ‘make it.’” Fiona says. She shoves May into the seat next to Joanna and Winter and climbs onto her lap. Her hips settle on May. Warm pressure and just the barest friction. May can feel her pre-cum push against her skin. Fiona takes a deep breath, probably smelling it through her thick clothes. Fiona doesn’t grind against her. Instead she pulls at Winter’s shirt, popping another button. “I’m still mad at you. That was stupid, and reckless, and you need to take care of yourself.”  

The look in Winter’s eyes is dazed but she’s there enough to whisper back, “I know.”  

The ride back to their apartment in Mantle is a blur. Too fast, too short, too much Fiona. She can feel that hungry semblance in Fiona’s touches. Her hands are everywhere but always on top her clothes. With Winter she’s all teeth. Hard bites on that pale collarbone, nips on her ears and growling words that May can’t quite make out but it leaves Winter shivering.  

Somehow Robyn gets them all inside their apartment without security being called. They only lost another button in the elevator, this time from May’s clothes. When May finally have the space to reorientate herself, they’re in the bedroom. Robyn is still to the side, watching but she wasn’t as furious.  

Something passes over her face as Fiona and Joanna handles Winter. As Fiona shoves the ‘Specialist’ into Joanna’s lap and those hands intertwined with Winter’s… pressing it against her own thighs.  

Just like the changing room.  

May blinks, everything too tight. Her breath comes out in sighs and whimpers as her memory contradicts each other. Winter dominating Robyn, squeezing her moaning throat quiet. Winter pinning May down, spreading her knees apart with her own as she grind against her ass, hands lazily stroking her begging wet shaft. She blinks away the memories and Winter is damn near docile, trampling as Fiona claws at her binder.  

“How’s your Aura?” Fiona asks. Winter the image of Atlas perfection, is too dazed in arousal to answer at first. Then that knife is in her hands again. Win is suppose to be power and control, yet she’s trembling with Joanna’s hot breath on her neck as she nods and whispers- begs really, for Fiona to continue. Winter is suppose to be power, but when that knife slices into her uniform she’s praying Fiona’s name.  

Robyn sits besides May, a light touch pulling her away from the show. “Are you okay?” Robyn asks. May nods. She climbs into Robyn’s overly clothed lap at the smallest gesture. Robyn pulls May into a kiss. It’s more tentative than usual, insecurities lingering until May desperately kisses back, all head and lust. “We figured out what’s been bothering, Win. Control.” Robyn’s voice is putting May in a haze.  

She’s squirming and whimpering but Robyn steadies her with her hands on her thighs. Thumbs just inches away from the tent and wet spot in her pants.  

“The image, the fame, the people…” Robyn sighs. “Manipulation… it’s a two way street. It’s just takes and takes,” Robyn’s hand cups May. "But taking that image," Her her fingers and palm press, massaging May through those thick cloths. “If taking control helps you two, we’ll gladly have you begging, Winter.” The gasp and groans and whimpers, Robyn’s voice so hot ear cuts May senses to a handful of things.  

Warm. Tight. Wet from her own slick.  

Robyn groans at the noise, “Good girls watch, kitten.” May snaps her eyes open. She sees Winter’s Aura flare around the knife licking her skin. Fiona briefly smiles over her shoulder. The knowledge that this show was also for them… May throbs against her clothes. Whimpers with as Joanna hums, staring at the tent her pants. Winter looks ready to feint. Breathing shallow and eyes clouded. Still Fiona goes slow. Those flexing abs revealed inch by near minute.  

“Hurry, please Fiona… I’m going to pass out-”  

“Oh- Oh!” Fiona’s blinks, that dominance replaced by surprised concern. She laughs nervously, knife swiftly gliding through the shirt, coat and binder. Winter’s Aura lights up her skin as the blade tilts her head back.  

The Rats so easily have both their elites gasping. Wet and whimpering. The ‘Specialist’ being so exposed makes May’s clothes suffocating. Winter on a private display, gasping so vulnerable.  

Submissive.  

“Robyn!” Suddenly her hand is gone and May is grinding the air.  

The knife kisses under her chin. May’s world shift to Fiona standing between her legs. “Wrong name. But since you’ve been good, we’ll let you try again.”  

“Fi…” May whispers. That knife leaves her skin and May isn’t sure if she wants it back or not. She does want those hands to continue long the zipper of her pants. “Fiona…” Their lamb smiles and presses closer. Fiona’s hands gently cup her face, titling her neck up. Exposing her to Robyn’s lips and teeth- Pleasure digs into her neck. “Ro- Fu… Fuck, Fiona!”  

Fiona laughs and rewards her with a kiss. She turns to Winter with a haughty smirk, “See, Schnee. Instructions aren’t hard.” Robyn’s hands continue. Undoing her belt. Zipping down her pants, so fucking slow. A light pressure down her shaft and May was shaking in Fiona’s hands.  

“Careful,” Joanna hums, “She can with visuals alone.”  

“Like you didn’t help,” Winter’s voice barely filters through. Fiona’ palms her boxers. There’s an odd energy from her semblance. Almost like nothingness, a void and suddenly her boxers are gone. “Really, Thyme.” Winter barks. That tone confuses May out of the edges of her orgasm. Fiona is grinning adorably between her legs, ears fluttering happily like she just got… got away with cutting up their Specialist’s uniform when her semblance just ate May’s boxes. Winter shifts growling but Fiona only hides further between May’s thighs.  

Even with the exchange every little motion sends jolts of pleasure through her body. Fiona’s hands goes back to wandering her hips. Robyn’s is pushing up her shirt and bra. Winter’s clothes is hanging off her arms in shreds-  

“How am I going to explain my uniform?!”  

“Figure it out. Next time don’t be an idiot,” Fiona grins. She looks up at May and settles against her thigh for a moment. “I’m busy enjoying our girlfriend.” Then hands finally wrap around May’s shaft.  

“Fuck… Fuck, Fi!” May’s body twitches. She can feel herself throbbing in Fiona’s hand as she plays and experiment. Fiona doesn’t work her shaft. Ignores all the pre-cum sliding on her finger tips. She fucking lays her head on May’s clothed thigh as her thumb pushes the foreskin up shifting it from the shaft, onto the ridges of her head.  

All the while white heat and pleasure burns all the air in May’s lungs. She lurches forward despite Robyn’s hands on her chest. Her hips jerk, pre-cum almost a steady stream. “Fiona! Fi-Fiona please…”  

“But I’m not done, barely even started,” Fiona grumbles. Her hand lets go and May is begging with tears in her eyes. Fiona stare is almost apathetic as she licks her palm clean. She gets up and crawls onto Winter’s lap holding her fingers out for Winter. Without even being told the women leans forward and takes them into her mouth.  

“Playing good doesn’t mean I’ll let you off so easily.” Fiona muses. Winter hums around her finger. Her eyes dazed eyes manages to focus pass Fiona and onto May. She let’s go with a pop. And suddenly May feels a missing pressure around her cock. “How should I make May scream? Riding her or-”  

Joanna scoffs, “Ride her. You have a bad oral fixation, Fi. Once you start it takes hours for you stop.”  

Fi flushes hard, ears wiggling their way out of character. Despite the slick crawling down her shaft and the smell of lust in the room, everyone laughs light. Fiona huffs a little embarrassed, “I don’t!”  

“Well…” Joanna drawls. May is pulled away from the exchange by Robyn’s lips. She sighs into it, melting as a different warmth settles into the blood. Wandering hands kept her pulsing and ready but every small moment with them is nice. Even if its a feint clicking noise. And metal blinking. “We can always see if you can stop with this one.” Joanna said. As if Winter wasn’t Winter Schnee.  

“The cuff’s aren’t too much?” Fi asks. May spares a glance to see Winter’s arms bound Joanna’s neck. May doesn’t know if she’s jealous but the next kiss with Robyn is a little more desperate. Her ass meets gentle thrusts and chest arches into Robyn’s hands.  

“Everythings perfect.” Winter said quickly, rushed as if Fiona would suddenly stop but slurred on a high May never heard before.  

"So how about you kitten," Robyn ask against. Her lips goes to her neck. They only got soft whimpers and prayers as Robyn’s hands forgot to stop playing with her chest. Robyn doesn’t stop, instead one hand wanders down, to the slick on her abs smeared from her tip. “I promised Fi that she gets you to cum first but think you can last if we watch?”  

May groans. Just thinking about Fiona between Winter’s leg makes her thob. Hard enough that everyone sees it and laughs lightly. “Plug.” She makes out, pushing her ass against Robyn’s hips. Their heavy pants filled the room for a bit. Heat in May’s blood shifting to need and hungry. “I’m probably gonna cum from the plug alone.”  

“Guess that settles it,” Fiona smiles sweetly. She pulls a ‘small’ plug from the silk bag and lube. Robyn holds the base of her cock tight after it throbs again. She whispers words May can’t hear over the pressure building in her balls and shaft. The wet sounds. She feels the light chill as it rubs against her ass. That still new pleasure jolts through her shaft and it pulses heavily in Robyn’s hand. Fiona looking up at her. “Ready?” She ask with a smile. Like those sensitive Faunus ears wasn’t twitching at every peg and prayer.  

Fuck. “Damn it Fi. Ye- Yes!” After all that play and build up… May realizes she’s almost screaming, moaning high and needy as the plug slides in. It… it’s isn’t enough. The pressure is just right but May is thrusting into the air. She only feels her own wetness sliding down her shaft.  

Fiona’s hot breath almost sends her over but fucking Robyn pulls Fiona’s head back. May and Fi whimper and beg. Joanna laughs at their efforts. “You’re eating Winter out to make sure you don’t kill May.” She chides.  

"Ugh… I know but she’s so easy," Fiona said. May’s reply is lost in a moans and a prayer, Fi’s hand slowly rolling down her shaft, easy with all the lub and May’s own slick. She doesn’t jack May off, more like playing watching the foreskin slide on and off her head-  

“I think you can get her to pass out if you peel the skin back and massage her head,” Robyn says between live bites and kisses on her neck and shoulder. Fiona grins wicked and May screams her name again as the world blurs into color.  

Silvio looks up from his Scroll. His face starts at confused, slides down to contempt then utter disgusted as he looks between Glade and May. He takes a deep breath and Glade is already rolling those glowing blue eyes, “Gaaay! Oh wait…” He stares at Glade. There’s an analytically rude way his silver eyes flick up and down their body.  

They’re not in uniform. Too much grease, too much molten metal, Dust, and various other things that would permanently damage the thick fabric. Instead it’s a simple broiler suit, arms tied at the waste because fuck safety and stand in the raw Solitas air in their binder.  

“Would that still be considered Gay? How would that work with… y’know?”  

“That’s a stupid question for a genius,” May scoffs with a small smirk.  

“If I wasn’t freezing my balls off I’d pelt you snow,” Silvio glowers. He pouts, turning his chair and continues playing with Marrow’s weapon schematics. May’s Scroll pings.  

G.O.A.T: Fi and Win stares a lot too G.O.A.T: yall can admit im hot  

If they weren’t working on Winter’s weapon she’d throw her Scroll at that smug face. “Literally hot. I think I can see you steaming,” May says with a small frown. It doesn’t stay though. She’s far too happy.  

Things were getting better.  

It took till fucking mid-terms but it was fucking getting better. Glade sticks out their tongue, the Dust infused tongue piercing glowing brightly. Then they blow a kiss with embers and a wink- and the warm stutters her heartbeat. Glade chuckles silently and goes back to work. She can’t help but continue watching.  

Blacksmiths had all but died in Atlas. They have machines and factories and there was something captivating about watching the kiln from the fire and Dust dance against their skin. Something about watching someone’s passion in action.  

And yes. May wouldn’t feed that ego but Glade was hot.  

And criminal or not, they were a genius. They pulled the saber out of the kiln, setting it against the anvil and hammering it into shape. Glade may have been a pacifist but they were a fighter. There was no one else more qualified to make weapons than Aurora Glade-  

“They’re a good kisser you know.”  

May screamed turned around. They saw white wiggling ears and looked down to see Fiona smiling. She’d be laughing if she wasn’t breathing so hard. Face flushed adorably, even tinting her ears lightly- Gloveless fingers engulfed her vision.  

“Cold!” Fi’s hands cups her cheeks. May sends them tumbling backwards trying to escape but Fiona laughs and follows. She tries to find footing but its all snow out in the tundra and they fall deep into it.  

“Gay!” Silvio’s yell is swallowed by the emptiness and snow.  

Fiona manages a laugh and needs to gasp for breath again. May hisses, body shivering as snow melts against her thick Atlesian clothes. Then she’s too hot, Fi’s breath warm against her lips. Still too far.  

“I wish I could kiss you…” Fiona whispers.  

May was about to pull her into one but Marrow and Harriet shouting stops them. Thousands of miles away from the Kingdom and it’s eyes and ears still follows. Fiona sighs, ears flicking in frustration. The Junior Ops were rather far for safety reasons, testing out upgrades and smoothing out kinks as the geniuses upgrade them. There were some pros to being in this ‘Accelerated Program.’  

But stealing small moments right in under Atlas of them gives a certain thrill. May’s hands manages to slide into Fiona’s and she brings it to their lips. Fi sputters, that blush running deeper, lower down that lovely neck.  

“Nice to see you two being productive.” The drawl is both familiar and unfamiliar. Fiona gasp out another bubble of giggles and May laughs. The Glyph is actually warmer than the snow as it pulses under them. It gently pulses and lifts May and Fiona off the ground.  

The pair is meet with more than Winter’s eyes. Robyn and Joanna are grinning down at them, far to amused to play stoic like the Specialist. All three of them are flushed and panting slightly. But… for some reason no matter how deep Winter’s breath were, it wasn’t fulfilling. She was fighting in a binder again-  

“May isn’t your partner anymore,” Fiona teases with a grin. May ignores the small sting in her chest. “Your not allowed to be jealous if I top her-”  

“I don’t need to hear this!” Silvio yells a little more aggressively. He stands up, hugging his thick coat tight to his body. The civilian snow gear almost makes him penguin walk to the Junior Ops. “Marrow! Give me your gun!”  

“I thought you said-”  

“Give it!” Marrow yips and immediately surrenders his weapons. Silvio then retreats deep into the airship. Leaving Marrow confused, unarmed and pouting.  

Glade gives RMJT (Ramjet) and their supervising officer a side-ways glance and a smirk but continues to work on Winter’s weapon. With some steam and wind Dust, they cool it down sharpen the blade in long arching fluid motion. The muscle on their arms on full display and almost as nice as Joanna’s. May would need to feel them to get a fair evaluation though-  

"Kitten."  

“Stop calling me that!” May swats Joanna’s handsome face on reflex. Joanna laughs and gently pushes her hands off.  

“But you even paw,” Joanna hums low and playfully. She worse than Fiona when she feels like it and judging from the light in her eyes, she felt like it. “We still have a bet. If I win you finally start using my crossbow staff.”  

“We never decided on what I’ll get if I win,” May argues. There were so many ideas she had. A date night with just Joanna was always fun and calm. She did promise to take her around to show off the glowing street art in Mantle.  

“Why bother? That’s never going to happen,” Joanna winks and is already walking a little ways from the airship. May finds herself following, staring at that broad back and the muscles testing the fabric of her coat. She huffs in frustration but reaches for her staff and extends it. A quick double to confirm that all the Dust chambers are full.  

May nods.  

Joanna doesn’t fire her crossbow bolts. She splits that staff into two axes and charges. May’s mind fire scenario after scenario, the smile still on her face. Joanna is stronger and has a longer reach. She doesn’t need a two handed weapon to over power her and her long arms is enough for the axes.  

May smirks. Two weapons makes it harder for May to block so she’ll just dodge- Joanna fires a bolt at her feet. It glows purple and the pull of gravity nearly drops May to her knees. Instead she tucks and rolls left, then scrambles back to avoid the an axe head. The other end is loaded and May barely hits it away to avoid it. Only this time the bolt explodes far to close behind her and topples the two.  

The Marigold scowls. She vaguely remembers that Joanna was a cop, one of the best in Mantle. She’s older, has more experience fighting people than Grimm. She also has stronger Aura and more reserves. That explosions does nothing to her while May’s ears are ringing and the snow crunches unevenly under her feet.  

Joanna lets her blink the world back to focus. She’s grinning, tapping an axe bladed crossbow on her shoulder. "Gonna call it kitten?" Her partner taunts playfully. If this was last semester May might have thrown her staff or go invisible. Then throw her staff.  

She only grins. “Not even in your dreams.” May does go invisible. Joanna immediately couches down, grabbing a handful of snow and flies it into the air. May grins. Smart, resourceful. Gullible. Chambering fire dust, she melts the snow. Solitas is cold enough that water instantly freezes again, leaving a mist that blankets the field. May throws the gravity bolt back with enough Aura to pull Joanna to the ground.  

She was going to follow up with lightning but May always underestimates how strong Joanna is. The gravity bolt doesn’t pin her, barely hinders her as she charges towards May again. For a moment they were in the Field.  

For a moment, Joanna doesn’t attack and just presses her lips to May’s. She surrenders into it almost instantly. Joanna’s kiss was always slow burning. There’s a lingering sense of power and control. Like a beast in hibernation. It’s one of those things that is given to you.  

That moment passes as Joanna continues to shove May out. Their lips part far to soon. It’s worth being pinned into the snow by her girlfriend though. Hidden in the snow, Joanna breaths hot against the back of her neck.  

“I win.”  

“I don’t exactly call this a lose…” May mumbled. Joanna easily lifts them both up and May’s blushing to hard and staring at the ground. Heart beating too fast for something so simple. Maybe she did like being handled… Her teammates laugh. The Ice Queen can’t. Winter does relax, the barest hint of a smile on her face.  

Then she’s looking at Glade. The saber is finished and sings as it cuts through the air. With a press of a button the secondary splits from the handle and drops into their free hand. They test the pair out, feeling the balance, checking the sharpness. After a little more teasing and a small impatient frown from Winter, the weaponsmith finally surrenders it.  

“An adequate display,” Winter hums, keeping her expression and voice void of the pride in the eyes. Glade was amazing and they knew it. They frowned deeply at the insult and May laughed with Fiona. They were adorable. Even with the eerie glowing eyes. “Would you like to prove me wrong? I believe Watts is still trying to get combative readings from your neural augments.”  

There was an interruption from the Junior Ops. Of course it was Harriet who scoffs, “Stop playing with your pet,” Harriet said. "We’re here on business, Specialist Schnee."  

… Pet. May grits her teeth. She takes a deep breath trying to let the comment wash off. Winter’s constant reminder floats through her head. The need to play nice and play up Robyn’s image.  

It was Robyn’s fame that saved Fiona’s scholarships when the public learned Winter was promoted. It was Winter’s image that lets her be around Glade so much that their sign language was second nature in just a few months.  

Atlesian 101. Public opinion is everything. At the end of the day, they were all social creatures. All victims to a mindless and easily fooled community.  

But Robyn was a Mantle Rat. She doesn’t see the manipulative threads. She heard a bitch insult a friend who’s been stripped of everything and leaps into action.  

“What did you call Glade?” Robyn hisses. Fiona is standing by their leaders side. It wasn’t that Fiona was sweet and kind and without spite. It was that she didn’t have the protection May had, couldn’t act on her anger without a family name and money.  

So Fiona practically snarl and bare her fangs stuns May for a moment. The pair make the face of RMJT. They’re charming and cute smiles were plastered all over the net and zines. If a photo of them got leaked right now, Fi would lose her scholarships. They both looked ready to throttle the hare.  

“Get over yourself, Hill,” Harriet sneered in that Atlesian tone. May scowls. She’s faster than Robyn so she’ll be second in line to beat the asshole up. "Maybe if you were a real Atlasian Huntress you’d realize Glade is just a toy." May’s heart is in her ears. Roaring. Angry. Two years till freedom. May desperately reminds herself. Two years till they can finally bring Atlas down-  

Fiona moves first so Robyn follows her partner. Joanna’s long arms catch Fiona in a bear hug while May struggles with Robyn.  

"You called them Winter’s pet!" Fiona angrily yelled, thrashing in Joanna’s arms. Somehow May managed to shove Robyn her way. Joanna’s strong arms easily pinned the two in a bear hug. Fiona looked at the only other Faunus. Marrow had wandered over, no doubt to stop all the yelling. “Marrow! You can’t be okay with that!”  

“I- I’m not!” the underclassmen stuttered, tail low between his legs.  

"Then fucking do something!"  

“Assault isn’t the answer, Ms. Thyme,” That cool commanding voice. May sighs. That mask slips on too easily sometimes. May can’t blame her… She’s a Schnee she was literally born into it. Everyone calms a little. Winter isn’t even looking at RMJT but the airship side door. //Focus in use  

The workbench and kiln are abandoned… Winter clears her throat. Glade pokes their head out.  

Brows knitted up in fear above those glowing blue eyes, their ears a timid low. They looked at Robyn and Harriet, both their shoulders tense and absolutely pissed. Then they looked back at Winter and vigorously shake their head no, trying to hide away again.  

From the corner of her eyes, May saw Marrow bit his lip, tail twitching as he tried not to giggle. May was eager to latch to the lighter mood. Her anger doesn’t melt so easily. But… but Glade was scared. So she takes a deep breath and smiles softly. Not enough to be friendly because Glade was a solo vigilante.  

If they had to keep their relationship a secret they definitely had to keep their history with Glade buried.  

Still Her chest was bubbling at how cute timid Glade was. Marrow cracked laughing softly and May couldn’t help but to snort. Winter gave a sigh, frustration genuine on her face. For a moment even May thought she was irritated at the ‘criminal’ but the twitch in her arms told a different story. Winter fought against her true nature, pushed aside all the comforting gestures she’d learned for Weiss and gave Glade a wary thin look.  

“I assure you, you’re safe… Unless you doubt my ability to beat everyone here?” Winter asked slowly, toeing the line of intimidating and teasing. Glade made more adorable Faunus noises.  

May couldn’t help but to smile. Everyone else, save for Harriet, thought it was adorable so she was allowed to too. Before Winter could try coax them in, someone kicked Glade out of the airship. Silvio scowls glaring hard at the students.  

“Aren’t you fucking assholes suppose to be smart?” He ask. “Do you know how much Grimm you just brought in?! Two hordes of Megoliaths!”  

Winter sighs. She’s had a lot of practice so it comes out natural. It almost convinces May. “Harriet, take the fighter and the others. I need a word with RMJT.” Winter said, glaring hard at Robyn.  

During the short time it takes to load up the workstations and for the Junior Ops to leave, May realizes that Winter might actually be made. As soon as they were gone, Winter tapped a few buttons on her Scroll. May could feel the guarded edge on the back of her mind and in her Aura fade off as the hidden cameras in the room shut down.  

//HH & Winter Rift. White knights flaw. PICKUP HERE Immediately the Schnee exploded, that cool demeanor all fire and frustration.  

“What the fuck were you two thinking?!” Winter yells at Robyn and Fi. Again. At least it was almost two weeks. Still May sighs and tries to find a way to de-escalade the situation. It’s hard when she sides with Fi and Robyn. Fiona’s hackles practically raise, fist balled up tight as she glared at her former leader. Robyn looked ready to throw another punch.  

Before either of them could get a word in, Joanna’s massive figure stepped between them. She only crossed her arms, staring down at all three women. The interruption was enough for them to catch their breath. Mostly Winter who leaned against the table, almost struggling to breath as she rubbing her temples.  

“Fi… you should know you need to pick your battles. There are still people trying to get you expelled and I’m not there to-”  

“We don’t need your protection,” Fiona hissed, ears twitching low. "Focus on Glade, Silvio, Weiss and Whitley." That hit May and cracked Winter. So many emotions she needed to keep under control flashed across her face. May pressed her side into their girlfriend’s, hoping to ground her. Eventually the pain and fear faded to… guilt.  

Then Winter shook it off.  

It was replaced by fustration. “Point is there is a lot of people that don’t want to see you four graduate,” Winter said. RMJT rolled their eyes. They were the under-dogs. An estrange elite, two nontraditional Mantle Rats who said fuck the law and a Faunus that was better than a Schnee in both academic and fighting- Winter was still talking. “They have a lot of power if you give them any kind of leverage you’ll never graduate.”  

“We’ll be fine.” Robyn huffed.  

“No you wont,” Winter hissed at Robyn. She stood up, back straight and shoulders tense. Brittle. May gently put her hand on Win’s shoulder, only to have… her former partner shake it off. Winter soldiers on, “You have no idea, what Atlesians are capable of. You need to do better!”  

“I know!” Robyn yelled back. They were within each other’s melee range now. “I have people swarming me every day reminding me I’m the Hero of Mantle. I know!”  

“You wanted follow my grandfather. Step up and lead by example, Hill.”  

The importance of image finally clicks for Robyn. Realization settles in as her shoulders relax for a moment. Robyn tries to smooth out those hard edges but pitty and fustratin shines through. “So do you,” Robyn nearly hisses. “You’re the only one keeping them prisoner.”  

That makes Winter pause. She looks at Robyn and something filters across her face.  

Pity or envy?  

Before RMJT can say anything the bay doors open and Glade was the first one to jump out. Winter actual held them back. May remembered something Winter said at the beginning of summer. That Glade’s Dust was potent enough to level an entire block. They saw that masterful application during their work and now…  

And now Glade is finally away from civilians.  

Even from the possible safety of the Bullhead, high in the air, May could feel the heat piercing the Solitas cold. A blaze of fire rolled through the snow and ice, leaving the dead rocky ground bare. The weaker Megoliaths burned in the fire.  

The Dust in their boildersuit fade from red to dark orange. The herd was culled again, this time impaled by earthen spikes. A quarter of the herd was cut down in seconds. The Alpha Megoliaths roared, legs shattering the earth spikes under its feet. They could see the ground shaking from the sky. If Glade’s Aura and Dust doesn’t attract the second horde, the small earthquakes would have.  

Glade was skilled enough to avoid capture by Vale’s Glynda Goodwitch. Skilled enough to wrangle Grimm, skilled enough to have the entire Kingdom of Mistral after her and elude them for a year. Skilled enough that violence was a choice for them. And even stripped of everything they bite back in a differnt way.  

Winter crosses her arms. The movement pulls May to the argument that the two leaders could never really settle. What to do with Glade? "Their semblance is similar to General Ironwood’s Mettle." Winter explains. May hates their semblance even more. “Glade can Focus on an aspect, personality, emotions, senses, a task, Dust, lying… acting.” Winter said. There was something at the end of it. It dipped and strained… like she was stabbing her own heart. “Atlesian 102.”  

And suddenly May’s freeze and burns.  

“Give them what they think they want.” May mumbles. Focus on a lie or an act, May grits her teeth. Pretend like nothing is wrong for the sake of your friends or play up the torutred experiment to gain sympathy.  

“Everyone loves to see their hero and knight save someone. And the Faunus experiment is the perfect damsal.” Winter practically growls under her breath. May watches her. Anger deep in her eyes. Winter didn’t ask for the image, for the fame. It followed her from her family now in the military it has grown like steel wires.  

She waits a few moments. When RMJT responds with silence she finally leaps from the aircraft. She landed gracefully next to Glade. She let some of her Ice Queen image chip and crack to give Glade a pat on their head. The Specialist didn’t draw her new saber, fresh from the kiln and anvil. Instead she stepped back and let Glade fight.  

Glade never needed their help.  

Not with the Geist.  

Not after their surrender.  

May and Robyn looked at each other, conflicted and a little confused. How much was an act from their semblance? Robyn groaned into her palm. The look of regreat solid on her face before she leaped out.  

“Sometimes I think she forgets she’s dating Winter,” Joanna whispered to May. It felt like that most days… May blames the distance. The physical one, between Atlas and Mantle. “Come on. Killing Grimm will calm us down and we can’t get showed up by a civilian.”  

"How does adrenaline and hot sweaty women equal calming?" Fiona muttered. It was a half hearted joke. A little real but overall a bad deflect. May takes a breath.  

Glade is okay. Just a manipulative bitch. Hopefully. And if they’ll still be there tomorrow. Things will get better. Hopefully.  

May follows the rest of RMJT out of the airship.  

Joanna was right. Fighting Grimm burnt the argument and fight out of them. Despite all the show, Glade gased out far to quickly to be effective Hunter. They did kill a lot of the first herd and the second was no match for eight nearly qualified Hunters.  

Snow was starting to return to the area where Glade orignally landed. There was a small tent picked up with a few chairs. Fiona waving at them while Joanna gave a broad grin and blowing a kiss. Robyn plays along, a hand over her heart and swooning into May’s arms. Until the estranged Marigold snorts and drops her.  

But just because Joanna was right doesn’t mean Fiona was wrong.  

May stands above Robyn for a second. Admiring the messy plantium locks and the flushed tanned face- Robyn winks. “Ugh-” Instead of sinking down into the snow and kissing her girlfriend she kicks the snow into her face. Joanna and Fiona laugh, loud and joyful. They were all too tired to be guarded. It feels less like a fight, less like a mission watching a ‘criminal.’ Their stupid smiles always made it feel like a date.  

As soon as May took a seat in on the chairs she didn’t want to move. She hiss curses under her breath feeling her body throb. A Sabyr kicked her jaw, a Sulfur Fish stung her calf… but the thob was in her gut and growing lower and lower as she watches her partner.  

Joanna pushed Elm out of the way earlier, taking a hit from a Megoliath. It must have fucked with her shoulder because she’s rolling it, stretching her coat tight against her back muscles. May feels that solid heat ghost under her fingers. She doesn’t have the same hair routine but giving Joanna massages was good in its own way.  

She wasn’t strong enough for a deep massage but that just means May kept on trying. Enjoying warm skin under her hands, the hard shift from muscle to muscle. Every twitch was like Joanna was flexing.  

May feels Marrow’s tail thawt against her leg in a lazy motion. It sped up a little as Joanna slips a sleeve off, brunching up her shirt to push a the knot directly and showing an unfair amount of muscles.  

She wants to kiss her. Fuck public image. Fuck all the pretending, the cold attitutdes. May was tired of all the Atlesian bullshit. She killed dozens of Grimm and at least deserves to kiss her fucking girlfriends. Joanna was barely out of breath and May wanted her gasping.  

“Hey, Robyn,” Marrow called out, breaking her out of her daydream. “You can’t arrest people, can you?”  

“I quit so I could attend Atlas Academy, wags.”  

“Huh… Well that,” He gestured to Joanna. Robyn walked over, quietly observing as Elm walked up and tried to massage the kink gone. Both their muscles flexing and tested Atlesian thick clothing. "That should be illegal."  

“You know what is illegal?” Robyn asked. May could hear that stupid smile in her voice and she was groaning loudly to drown out Robyn but it didn’t work, “Not kissing my girlfriend- Damn it! Look alive, May!"  

May snapped to attention just as a Megoliath roared into view. Everyone switches back into fighting mode. May ran after her leader, twisting the chamber in her staff. It clicks empty, empty, then she felt electricity hum as lightning Dust chambers in.  

“Joanna!”  

“For the record I hate it when any of you do this!” Joanna yells. She still held her out her hands for May to vault off of and May only grins. Blame it on all the times Winter carries her around or all the rush from the Glyphs, or maybe she just likes being handled by Joanna. Her partner only frowns as hearing her thoughts. She still throws May high into the air and barely has time to dodge the Grimm herself.  

Elm jumps in, holding onto the trunk with Roots further anchoring her to the ground. May yells a warning, plunging the staff deep into the Grimm’s eye. It doesn’t bleed, doesn’t smoke, it just… sinks in with a bone shuddering wet noise. The lightning Dust pours into the Megoliath. Joanna helps Elm clear the twitching tunk and stomping legs.  

An explosion throw’s May’s off.  

It wasn’t silent like the crossbow bolts so it had to be something Fiona stole. May’s limbs burns like she’s been fighting for an hour. She sinks deep into the snow and it doesn’t help. It does the opposite. All the blood is pooling between her legs, all the running and fighting had everything rubbing just right. May tries not to think about the last time she had sex. About how the snow feels like Winter’s cool hands crawling into her neck.  

With a shuttering breath she stares up at the bright sky. Focuses on how warm the rare Solitas sun is on her skin because they were in public. Fiona eclipses the sun for a moment. Then a moment longer as her body falls-  

“Fi!” May screams, trying to scrample away. The snow gives and gives under her hands and Fiona finally craches into her. Even the sharp headbutt does nothing for the low arosual in her gut. If anything it just gives her shaft a reason to thob harder. It has everything to do with Fi’s groan and not how her brain was mixing pleasure and pain. With Fiona’s hands firm on her chest. Sweet laughter against her neck.  

May drops her Aura for a few seconds. The idea was that the snow would chill her blood. But so many hours, wrapped around Winter’s fingers… May groaned slamming her Aura back on. She wanted those cool hands on her thighs. Clawing. She wanted Fiona seated higher on her chest.  

Who’s idea was it not fuck? Winter? It has to be Winter’s.  

Fiona’s laugh draws May out of her pout. “Woops,” Fiona mumbled unapologetically. There was something in her voice. The faux innocent tone and sinfully slow drawls. “It’s a good thing Joanna won, you really need something for distance.”  

“Shut up,” May growled. As revenge she hangs limp. Fiona is strong enough to carry her but she just… so tiny. And tired. The snow makes things harder than it should be and they fall back into it. Out of stupid habits May holds Fiona tight, as if they were falling out of another crashing airship. As if Fiona wasn’t already laughing on the way down.  

“This is your fault y’know,” Fiona said with a grin. Looming over her, elbows blocking May. It fucks with her breathing and then more. Fiona’s eyes flicker down. That heated gaze slowly growing intense, like the day in the changing room. She licks her lips, her ears straining forward for more soft noise. She knows Fi can feel her heart race. That innocent smiles grows sweet and beutiful and so far from innocent.  

Her knee slides up.  

Pausing between May’s. That low throb was firmly settled between May’s legs now. She glances away but that only opens her up. Fiona’s lips and nose press into her neck. Her pulse is far to alive against such a soft kiss. Too soft. May wants more. Her body already arching for it.  

“Fi…” May was starting to tremble.  

“We deserve a second,” Fiona says as if it was a warning. Then her teeth digs in hard. May presses her hand against her mouth, breath loud and sharsh as her back arch but Fiona’s hand quickly comes up to pin it down. Her ears flutter pointedly. May wanted hands and teeth, Fiona wanted it all including her moans. She sucks hard and gives May a teaser for what it could feel around her pulsing cock.  

She doesn’t stop until May tugs her hair. After May feels pre-cum sliding down her shaft. Fiona growls and huffs. Teeth teasing the bruise but it was already healing. It still hurts, so Fi tongue sooth the spot. Low and slow like it was May’s shaft- Their Scrolls ping and Fiona looks ready to break it in her hands.  

G.O.A.T: stop. i can SMELL you horny idiots from here happywool: that’s a bad thing?  

She steal a kiss from May. Even burried in the snow, fighting in the cold, the kiss is warm and sweet. Even if Fiona’s sharp teeth nip with fustration.  

Her knee shifts higher. A hand palms May’s chest.  

G.O.A.T: SERIOUSLY. I CAN’T EXACTLY GET LAID foxhot: sounds like a u problem G.O.A.T: just finish the grimm so we can get Win home  

That stops Fiona dead in her tracks.  

mt.spur: what happen angeldust: Nothing important. G.O.A.T: i disagree and stop being a dumb bitch G.O.A.T: she’s fighting with her binder on angeldust: So are you! G.O.A.T: i didnt feint bitch  

May and Fiona rolls their eyes and share another kiss before Fiona pulls her onto her feet. "The sooner we finish the sooner we can finsih," Fiona says with a wink and runs off. May watches her with a small smile and tries to shake the snow out of her hair and clothes.  

The rest of the evening slips into a mix of auto-pilot and a straight up blur. The simple social outing for the ‘criminal’ was an extra hour, almost two. The Grimm was easy but they kept coming. Like every other week. RMJT has been out on so many missions half their classes were online, in the damn airships. The ones that weren’t were Combative Training, Advance Stealth Operations or Body Conditioning.  

Her Scroll kept going off too much to call it a nap and she feels to restless when she finally realizes they’re back in Mantle.  

May sets her back down the table and stretches out the kinks in her back. She groans as a few joints pop back into place. A pair of hands slide onto her shoulders, pressing into areas she didn’t realize were tense.  

The hands were too big to be Fiona’s, too small to be Joanna’s, too warm to be Winter’s. She blinks in surprise. For such a flirt Robyn was actually rather reserved. Most of her advances only happened when Winter was around. And sure enough, somehow the they manage to drag the Specialist.  

Or with Joanna, carry.  

A feint blush is on Winter’s cheeks now and she lets out a sigh. May has gotten used to all the touches and her partner’s casual show of strength. But Winter probably regressed up in Atlas, with only Glade.  

“You can set me down now,” Winter mumbles.  

“Not even a please,” Joanna playfully huffs. Instead she sits down on the couch. Her hands interwined with Winter’s… pressing it against her thighs.  

Just like the changing room.  

The room suddenly feels hotter. May’s blood was already hot from all of Fiona’s teasing and now its rapidly pooling in her shaft- Where’s the lamb. May looks around to see the women walk out of their bedroom, a bag in one hand and twirling the knife in the other.  

Now in the privacy of their home, Fiona is a little calmer. Her grin is still dark, her ears still strained but she doesn’t look like shes ready to pounce.  

Her prey is already caught after all.  

Fiona looks at May and winks. With a touch the coffee table and everything on it gone and she replaces it with the bed in their room. May finds her self menuvered, seated on the edge with Robyn behind her.  

May can only stare dazed at Winter. The women was… she was the image of Atlas perfection. Control, yet she’s trembling with Joanna’s hot breath on her neck. Power, though when that knife slices into her uniform she’s praying Fiona’s name.  

“Fi… fuck,” Winter mutters. Her Aura flares where the knife licks her skin. May whimpers and shifts between Robyn’s legs. Her leader murmers something. Something about how good girls don’t interrupt a show. A hand strokes May thighs, promising a reward for good girls.  

Fiona briefly smiles over her shoulder. The knowledge that this show was also for them… May throbs against her clothes. Whimpers with as Joanna hums, staring at the tent her pants. Winter looks ready to feint. Breathing shallow and eyes clouded. Still Fiona goes slow. Those flexing abs revealed inch by near minute.  

“Hurry, please Fiona… I’m going to pass out-”  

“Oh!” Fiona’s blinks, that dominance replaced by surprised concern. She laughs nervously, knife swiftly gliding through the shirt, coat and binder. Winter’s Aura lights up her skin as the blade tilts her head back.