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ladyveronikawrites · 27 days ago

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SHOW ME WHERE THE DELICATE STOPS

Bridge Part Three

Pairing: all of bad omens x female reader

cw: fivesome, orgy of sorts, vaginal fingering, vaginal fisting, cum eating, boot licking, boot fetish, oral (m and f receiving), hand jobs, voyeurism, male masturbation, squirting, use of blindfolds, hands as handcuffs, orgasm denial, tones of d/s dynamic, aftercare, overstimulation, swearing, dacryphilia; there's a lot so if I missed any please let me know!

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title comes from 'Jaws' by Sleep Token 💜 divider by @saradika-graphics

You find yourself blindfolded and straddling Nick Folio’s lap. You know it’s him because of his smell and well–

Your mind flashes back to hours before.

“Last call!” you hear Nick shout over your shoulder. You look down at your smartwatch to find it is well before 2 am. You hear some grumbling from the regulars but soon enough they all close out their tabs. One of them gives you a stink and all you give them is “Sorry, boss’s orders” and a shrug. Two women are bickering in the corner but you pay no mind. You don’t know why he is shutting down the bar early. It’s very strange for him on his first day off from the tour, usually, this place would be packed.

It had been a year since you and Nick took joint ownership of the bar. You still hold bootblacking every Tuesday night and his motorcycle club meeting on Friday Nights. It took a few months to get all of the rustic furniture in; not to mention the antique bike parts and instruments refurbished as decor sprinkled about the bar. Only when you got the stamp of approval from Nick for the design for the “Third Base” sign out front did it all come to fruition.

The old jukebox remained, but everything else had been updated. The brick wall behind the bar showcased a wall-mounted motorcycle, which Nick’s father had passed down to him. Due to the success of the band, he was never able to fix it up enough to ride it, but he was able to shine it up and put it out on display. The day the bar opened, his father nearly wept. He was so proud of Nick and he was also proud of you; saying how glad that he was that you were a part of Nick’s life.

During the day, you two make a great team as business partners, and at night you host play parties upstairs. And when Nick had a break from touring, he would throw huge parties to celebrate.

Tonight seems to be different. When you breathe in Nick’s scent you can feel the air shift making the hair on the back of your neck stand up straight. You can hear footsteps thudding against the concrete floor and the smell of leather, gasoline, and cigarette smoke swirls in your lungs. It was familiar– but with your lack of sight, it took you a moment to place it. The motorcycle club. There weren’t nearly enough footsteps to be the whole gang, so most likely Folio’s elite along with the rest of the band; despite not being official members, in Nick’s eyes they were, and as president that was good enough for him.

“Wha-” A finger pressed against your lips silences you. Nick leans forward, his hot breath against the shell of your ear sending a shiver up your spine. “Honoring a wish,” his tone is deep and husky. “You’ve been working so hard while I was away…” He plants a searing kiss on your temple before nipping at your earlobe. “You’ve earned it.”

Your mind begins to reel trying to understand his cryptic message. What wish? What does he mean? When you adjust yourself for support by placing your hands on his chest; it’s then when it all connects. His erection rubs against you and you suck in a breath. He huffs a laugh, pulling you closer to him.

“Remember what you told me before I left for tour? That drunken text you sent?” He litters kisses on your cheeks between words making your brain fuzzy. He nips at your earlobe before whispering the word in your ear. Instantly your pussy throbs at the thought of him fulfilling one of your fantasies.

“Really? I-It’s not too weird or awkward?” You start to babble your mind racing. “You don’t—” Nick silences you with his lips. You welcomed the taste of him; whiskey, and the remnants of his cigar. It was familiar and comforting like relaxing by the fireplace on a cold wintery day.

You hear boots shuffling closer, body heat and cologne from another flooding your senses. Suddenly, you yelp in pain when a hand fists your strands tilting your head back. Digging your nails into Nick’s sides for stability, he groans and then gasps, wet sounds and smacking lips filter into your ears. The sound alone heats your core.

“Fuck Jolls,” Nick curses breathlessly, and the other huffs a laugh in response. You find yourself a little jealous that Jolly tore you away from Nick’s perfect lips.

“Awh Nick, someone's jealous,” Jolly taunts above you.

“Good,” Nick teases, caressing your chin. “We have a long night ahead of–” You hear the door slamming shut and hushed whispers.

“I’ll be right back,” Nick bites out, his tone cold and sharp as a knife. Nick lifts you off of his lap only for Jolly to wrap his arms around your middle caging you in.

“Just you and me for a little while,” Jolly whispers into your ear. “What do you think about that, hm?”

Your heartbeat skyrockets at his proposal— with your eyes still covered, your mind immediately flashes vivid images of his hands around your throat and his rings pressed against your bare flesh– a long-time fantasy of yours.

“Yes…please,” you whine desperate for any touch since Nick left. Without another word, a large hand adorned with silver rings envelopes your hand and drags you outside and up the staircase to the apartment above the garage.

You’ve only been in the apartment a few times as Nick rents it out as an Airbnb which happens to do really well, especially in the summer and autumn months.

You hear the door shut behind you as Jolly leads slowly you through the apartment into the bedroom. You yelp when he pushes you onto the mattress. Suddenly he crawls onto the bed caging you in with his body. His proximity sets your body alight making your pussy throb.

“Don’t move darling, I’ll be right back.” He sucks a lovebite to your neck that has you moaning when he rolls off of you. Your body starts to tremble with anticipation. With your eyes covered, your other senses heighten. You hear every single step he makes outside of the room.

With a gasp, the door swings open again but this time you hear boots and bodies shuffle in. There’s a collective whisper between the others in the room that has your heartbeat soaring. You can’t see but you can sense whoever is in the room is staring right at you. You don’t know who else is in the room or how many there are yet just the idea of others watching you heats your body from the inside out.

“Good girl,” Jolly coos, his voice is soft with an edge of roughness. “I hope it’s ok that I brought some friends.” It was more than ok. “Pleeease,” you whimper, body writhing and hungry to be touched.

Jolly chuckles as you hear him approach the bed, “Relax sweet girl, it’s going to be a long night.” Long fingers tilt your chin to the side. Jolly plants a soft kiss on your lips.

“Some of Folio’s crew is here to watch us as it's their initiation. I know you are going to be so good for us.” He trails kisses along your jaw to the other ear. “I have two really good boys waiting to tend to you at your feet. Are you ready?”

“Yes! Yes please!” your voice is raspy and full of desperation.

Your breath hitches when you hear Nicholas and Noah say, “Thank you, mistress,” in unison. While Jolly continues to kiss you, your mind wanders to the night when Nicholas worshipped at your feet and Noah fucked your boots. A harsh pinch to your covered nipple catches you by surprise causing you to bite down on Jolly’s lip. Your body tenses with fear but instead of a reprimand, Jolly groans exploring your mouth deeper with his tongue.

“Do that again and I just might have my way with you first.”

You whine when he pulls away from you but suddenly light filters into your eyes once more now that the blindfold has been removed. At your feet, you watch as Nicholas and Noah kiss up and down your boots – one daring to nibble at the delicate skin of your thigh just at the hem of your short shorts.

“Fuck.” You shut your eyes tight as the pain intensifies with every lick and suck of Noah’s mouth on your skin. At the same time, Nicholas unzips and slides off your boots and socks. Overwhelmed by the soft and rough touches to your body you start to giggle.

“You’re a lot of trouble, you know that?” Jolly smirks. You pretend to bite at the ringed finger close to your mouth, earning you a warning glare from the Swede. “Seems like you’re ready for more, hmm?”

What would have been a ‘hell yes’ turns into a surprised yelp when the men at your feet pounce between your spread legs to unbutton your denim shorts and rip off your panties leaving you utterly exposed to everyone in the room. Jolly moves to the end of the bed as Nicholas and Noah take their place on either side of you. With every step, Jolly takes closer to your body laid bare your heartbeat pounds thump thump thump.

You sit frozen as time slows and Jolly licks his lips staring at what he can't wait to devour. Despite the warm lips and hot breath on your face, you remain entranced. Noah litters sweet pecks to your cheek as Nicholas whispers, “Get ready, doll.”

Leaning back into the pile of pillows for support, you melt into the sensations as Nicholas and Noah pepper kisses to your cheeks and neck. Jolly slowly lowers himself to your core, a satisfied hum rumbles from his throat when he swipes a finger through your silken folds.

You feel your arms being guided upwards as the guys in tandem lift your tank top up and over your head. In an instant, your bra has been unfastened and tossed unceremoniously on the floor. Trembling slightly, goosebumps cover the freshly exposed skin. Simultaneously, Nicholas and Noah entwine their fingers with yours, binding you to them. Nicholas' other free hand explores your soft supple skin, the rough callouses rub against your breast. Noah takes your chin, pulling you into a sloppy wet kiss. It's all teeth and tongue just as Jolly nips at the flesh of your inner thigh right where Noah bit earlier.

“Fuck!” You pull away to curse, glaring down at Jolly only to find his face hovering inches from your now slick folds. “...me,” you gasp when his gaze bores into you, his dark lust-drenched eyes forever etched inside your mind. Your head rolls back into the pillows screwing your eyes shut tight, giving into the sensation of Jolly’s tongue against your sensitive bud. Jolly teases your entrance with his thumb before sliding two fingers in you. He scissors his fingers in you stretching you wide. Your back arches and you bite down on your lip.

“You’re so wet, darling,” Jolly groans. “Think you can-”

“Don’t you dare hold back,” Noah commands. That’s all the permission you need to let loose the moan from the back of your throat.

“Please please please,” you start to beg as Nicholas flicks his tongue over your nipple as Noah pinches the other.

“Oh,” Jolly chuckles. “She loves that… fuck.” He thrusts his fingers slowly in and out as Nicholas and Noah alternate kissing and sucking on your tits and kissing each other. The sight of them entangled above you makes your skin heat. Noah pulls the sweetest sounds from Nicholas when he tugs on his hair.

“Goddamn,” Jolly moans sliding another finger in. You gasp at the stretch, feeling full.

“Feeling good, sweet girl?” Nicholas coos.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you moan squirming under their touch. You need more, crave more.

“Come on, baby girl you can take it.” Jolly practically growls as he slides his whole hand in.

“Fuckfuckfuck…fuuuuck.” Your curses melt into a moan as he stretches you out wide with all of his fingers. At this point your whole body is limp and your brain is full of a blissful emptiness you barely register the door opening and closing.

“Goddamn,” you hear Nick curse. You can feel his gaze bore into you, but you don’t have the strength to open your eyes to acknowledge his presence. Suddenly, a moist tongue circles your clit as Jolly’s fingers curl into a fist.

A hand moves to your lower belly and presses gently. “Holy shit, Jolls I can feel you!” Nick says astonished.

You suck in a breath as Jolly’s hand shifts inside you and Nick returns to your clit while Nicholas and Noah alternate kissing your tits and your lips. It’s all so overwhelming that your building orgasm takes you by surprise. Your fingers tighten around the hands that hold you down at the same time you bite down on whoever’s lips are on yours.

Jolly gently unravels his fist inside you to thrust his long fingers one more time as Nick sucks your clit between his lips. Nick and Jolly press down your trembling thighs as Nick drives you closer to the edge with his tongue. Without warning, the floodgates open between your legs as Jolly slides his hand out. A warm tongue instantly dives into your hole, licking and sucking your release. Your body starts to tremble from overstimulation, but the mouth on your pussy doesn’t relent.

Gasping for air, Noah pulls from your lips yet keeps your wrist pinned to the mattress. He and Nicholas kneel beside you to give your lips and tits a rest. When you open your eyes you find Noah and Nicholas above you fighting over Jolly’s slick hand. Mesmerized, you watch them lick and suck at his fingers. Their desperate moans distract you briefly until Nick pulls your attention back to him with his lips between your folds. Consumed with pleasure you barely register the whispered “good boys” as Jolly turns from the bed.

“What’s your color?” Jolly asks as he settles down on the chair in the corner of the room.

“Green,” your voice rasps from disuse.

“Boys?” Jolly asks the others.

“Green sir,” Nicholas and Noah say in unison, sitting pretty on their knees waiting for the next instruction.

“How you are feeling, honey?” Nick asks.

“Really good, but I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to last.” You look down at Nick and your mouth pops open when you catch him lining himself up to your entrance.

“The boys beside me are getting a little restless… toooo.” Your head rolls back against the pillow and your eyes shut tight as Nick stretches you wide with his cock. Your hands reach out for anything to grip onto. Nicholas gasps and you pull your hand away so quick as if you touched fire. Nick must have noticed the brief interaction when you feel him still inside you.

Embarrassed, you battle the nerves bubbling in your belly and peer up at Nicholas. Your cheeks flame red and you wish you could curl into yourself and hide but his soft voice calms you instantly.

“It’s ok darling, you can touch me… there,” his breath catches as you wrap your fingers around his shaft. “...and I think Noah would like that too.” His suggestion fills you with a new wave of confidence. Slowly, you reach out to Noah, your fingertips grazing his semi-hard cock. Stroking him gently, he hardens instantly under your touch. You find a good rhythm quickly with the moans and whimpers that fill the room.

“You are simply divine,” Nick purrs against your silken folds. His voice rumbles deeply cutting through the soft sounds that surround you. When your eyes meet his, your brain goes blank and your gaze softens. Your arms get heavy causing you to halt your strokes and tighten your grasp.

“Look at what you do to them,” Nick casts his gaze to Nicholas and then to Noah as they fuck into your grasp.

“P-please,” Noah hiccups, sobbing faster. “More.” Without warning, he rests one hand on your shoulder and wraps the other hand over yours as he assists in stroking himself. His large hand swallows yours as he takes control of the speed, allowing him to decide how he jerks himself off. If you watch his cock slide in and out of the O shape hole you made with your hand you’ll explode.

“Nick please,” Nicholas whines as he uses your hand to stroke himself faster. “Please hurry, I-I don’t think I’ll last much longer.” With heavy lids, you catch Nicholas’ eyes shimmer, and a single tear rolls down his cheek.

“Don’t ask me,” Nick smirks. “Ask–” Before you can even get a word out, Nick folds your legs up to your chest and sinks into you moaning your name.

“C-can we…” Nicholas sniffles as more tears slide down his cheeks.

“Can we cum, mistress?” Noah asks, his voice is high-pitched and pained.

You lock eyes with Nick. His brown eyes are dark and drenched in desire. A small smirk curls the corner of his lip as he slams into you over and over again. You suck in a gasp when two of his thick fingers circle your clit. You can’t help but moan “Cum with me boys.” Your legs tremble and your arms ache from the stroking two cocks. Nearing exhaustion you sink into the mattress letting the guys use you to chase their climax.

Anticipation makes your pussy clench when Nicholas and Noah announce that they are about to cum.

“God, this is so fucking hot.” Jolly’s words are just enough to throw you over the edge and you take the boys with you. Screwing your eyes shut, your body goes taut as cum splashes over your chest and tummy. The mattress suddenly groans when Nicholas and Noah flop onto the bed beside you breathing heavily.

Blinking a few times, your eyes flutter open to the sight of Nick staring at you as he was ready to pounce. Glancing over you spot Jolly lazily stroking his still hard cock. Your mind briefly wonders how he–

Without warning a small giggle erupts from your throat when Nick licks and kisses your tummy. His fingers dig into your sides where he finds your most ticklish spot. His body is warm and slick with sweat when he settles down onto you. It’s simultaneously comforting and suffocating but when he rests his head on your breasts and looks up at you with his puppy dog eyes you can’t help but smile.

“How are you feeling?” He asks as his thrumb brushes over your cheek. As your mind stumbles over an answer you hear Jolly moan and Nicholas and Noah bickering.

“I…” You want to tell him how amazing it was. How confident and sexy it made you feel. How your heart rate skyrocketed when Jolly touched you… “Amazing,” you sigh as your eyes fluttered closed.

“Good,” he whispers before planting a kiss on your cheek. As you start to drift off to sleep you overhear Jolly offering himself to Nick.

“Later honey, let’s get our girl cleaned up first and then I’ll take good care of you.” You catch the smile in Nick’s voice and it makes your heart flutter.

Nick’s soft voice rouses you gently. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then we can order food.”

You take his hand and he leads you to the en suite bathroom where you hear the shower tap running. In no time at all, both Jolly and Nick alternate washing you and themselves and Nick did, in fact, take care of Jolly… and you… a few times… in the spacious walk-in shower.

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abysstrap-ran · 27 days ago

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❖ Deficit Yearnings Ch.2

(Viktor x Mage!Reader)

A/N: Disclaimer that I truly have no idea what I'm doing bc this is a very old draft and I'm 3x more rusty with writing than when I started this, so take it as you will. Might... draw up some hcs or some sort though. Arcane is eating my brain.

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“Firelights; so vibrantly green. The colour of Vitality, a symbol of hope.”

Of all things that would be Viktor’s perpetual undoing, of course it had to be something out of the realm of the science he was so familiar with. What were his attempts at a second chance at life, if not nought but futile?

The exalted fumes of the mines… The invisible scars it left. The corrosion within that spread, silently, deadly; until it was all too late.

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It had been a long day, and rough was a severe understatement for the week. Weeks, to be precise.

Their new project had literally run them through the wringer and from the looks of it… It would probably take them about a couple more weeks at best to figure out.

Sure, the spare parts he’d gotten from his last errand run down to the Undercity did turn out to be the exact breakthrough that they’d been seeking, but it had also brought along with it a whole other slew of problems. Ones that they had to fix before they could even produce something worthy of calling a prototype. A prototype that would gain them the council's favor, or any bigshot out there who could help fund their ventures.

Or, maybe attend a fundraiser party or two.

Viktor grimaced at the thought.

No, definitely not parties. He hated those. Although Jayce would gladly beg to differ… Probably.

Jayce was more often than not the more socially inclined of the duo, and loathe as he may be, Viktor had to admit that he would much rather be in the lab than greet others with pleasantries and a forced smile.

His conflicting thoughts must have reflected plain as day on his face, because Jayce had taken one look at him, hunkered down from his incessant pacing, and promptly fixed him with an inscrutable look.

Running a hand over his face, Jayce gestured at the mess of papers before them — heaps and piles of blueprints, theories, research papers and folios of all kinds laid spread out upon their shared workspace.

“I think we should call it a day, Viktor.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“We’ve been at it for a week now, and we both know we need a break. When was the last time we really had a good night's sleep? And… the numbers of all the calculations we've been bickering about left and right are honestly starting to blur.”

Viktor had been affronted by his blatant dismissal at first, but that irritation soon disappeared upon seeing Jayce rub his tired eyes. Jayce was right. An exhausted mind would do them no favors.

Last he checked, he’d thought that it was a Tuesday, but a quick glance down at the calendar to the right told him otherwise.

It was Friday, and it was already way past sundown, judging from the inky darkness outside.

“Alright. We’ll come back to this tomorrow.”

And that had been the end of it. A right shower and a good night's rest today, and he'll be right as rain and ready to take on their not-so-little tech problem!

Or so, he thought; only for a niggling itch that had been at the back of his throat the entire week to make itself known just as he settled down to sleep in his academy-funded apartment. This time, with a vengeance.

He sat back up with a faint grumble, lean fingers moving in ever-familiar motions in an attempt to soothe the irritation away. Like a worm, stubborn and persistent, it wiggled its way out of his throat into a rasping cough.

Perhaps some warm sweet milk would be enough to soothe him to sleep — but wait, he’d bought herbal leaves for tea, hadn’t he?

Reluctantly drawing himself out of the warm comforts of the covers, he padded to the kitchen for a drink.

Viktor reached into the once-forgotten bag he’d gotten from the apothecary, feeling around for the bottled herb, only for his fingers to brush against the cool surface of not one vial, but two.

Two?

His brow furrowed as he withdrew the vials out of the bag, setting it onto the counter with a faint clink. He was pretty sure he hadn't paid for this, which meant that the owner had thrown that in with his purchase free of charge.

There it sat, innocuously, along with its attached note, the ink glinting under the light of his kitchen. It was a small bottle of harmless-looking white salve.

‘Balm for your aches’ was written in a simple script.

For… his aches? Viktor’s brow furrowed. Was his discomfort that obvious that even a stranger could pick up on it?

It wasn’t every day that someone received a handout free of charge; especially not in the Undercity. Which then begged the question — had you done it out of goodwill? Or… was it to curry a favor that you'd undoubtedly collect on someday? He still recalled how you’d thought of him as a topsider, which meant that you probably had some “merit” to gain from him.

Whichever the case, he supposed he'd find out eventually. Setting the balm aside, he picked up the vial of leaves he'd previously purchased, and went on to make the cup of tea that he'd been seeking.

A few minutes later saw him settled back under the covers, a steaming mug in hand.

The warm liquid soothed his scratchy throat as he sipped from it, the leafy concoction quelling the itch that seemed to have permanently made its home there more often than not. He watched the way the wispy steam rose and disappeared while the gears in his head turned, mulling over what could have gone wrong with their newest project. Opening his notebook, he revised the calculations and formulas they'd previously been bickering over.

Had they miscalculated? No, he'd personally checked them multiple times over, and they were tried and true. A missing gear, perhaps? Or… were they perhaps taking the wrong approach to their problem?

As the cogs turned, so did the onset of the accumulated exhaustion over the past few days. Warm, and no longer plagued by an ever-persistent cough, a comfortable fog settled over his brain, and he set his cup aside. The night was serene, and the muted sounds of the city of progress slowly but surely lulled him to rest.

He’d leave tomorrow’s problems for tomorrow.

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Meanwhile, down in the Undercity. Your end of the night found you in the midst of your workspace, surrounded by jars and containers alike. Some filled, some empty, and some of which were cooling off on a rack after you'd filled them with a new brew.

This wasn’t your shopfront, no. But rather, a separate room from what was usually known as the “apothecary” to most.

You’d never thought to name the place, really. So it didn’t really matter what the general populace had taken to calling your little establishment. And considering the dingy sign that named it so and the overall run-down state of the place… Yeah, maybe you’d have to rethink refurbishing the place once you have the funds to spare.

And speaking of funds… You inaudibly sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. That was exactly why you were back here, in the backrooms of your shop, cooking up vials of product that had to be otherwise dealt with only in under-the-table deals.

Your client paid quite a hefty sum for these concoctions, which was why you had agreed to be their supplier whenever they came knocking. Thankfully, those orders didn’t come often, but since each one was different from the last, they were time-consuming to fulfill. Your only saving grace was that your client was the one graciously providing the resources required. And while this time’s request wasn’t complicated by any means, it was proving to be quite a headache.

Checking the temperature of the fire beneath a bubbling pot, you reached over to a flowering pot by the table, plucking a few leaves from the plant before adding them to the boiling liquid before you. It frothed a little as you stirred, before producing a puff of viscous smoke that you were sure wasn’t supposed to happen. It gave an ominous gurgle before the liquid lurched, threatening to overflow from the confines of its medium. With a startled yelp, you quickly cut the fire and backed a good distance away from it in case it just so happened to be explosive.

…Not that it hasn’t happened before. You wince, recalling how you had to close down your establishment a couple of jobs ago for a good month or two while the repairs were being made. That had cut you back a few months on rent, something you didn’t want a repeat of, thank you very much.

Once the pot showed no signs of imminent explosion, you cautiously withdrew the ladle and squinted at the notes you’d hastily scribbled off to the side. Picking up the pen lying by the side, you quickly scratched off a few points you made and tacked on another short paragraph beneath it.

“This combination doesn’t work… Wait, oh. Oh dear.”

It was then that you noticed that your ladle had been reduced to a stick, with the spoon part of it having been completely dissolved. Whatever had been bubbling in there had eaten right through the wooden ladle.

You made a thoughtful hum before recording your new findings onto a new sheet of paper in detail, only to be snapped out of your reverie when a small knock sounded on the door connected to the shop.

A familiar soot-covered face with mousy hair popped in shortly after, bearing a grin with one too many broken teeth and a cheery chime of “Heya, boss! Knew I'd find ya back here!”

You raised your head from the corner of the room you were working in and waved at the door. “Hey, lil’ mouse! You're not supposed to be here, but I'm almost done. Could you wait back out there for me?”

You got an equally chipper “okaay!” in response before the door closed once more.

Rolling up your sleeves, you got to work bottling your unfortunate mishap-in-a-caldron. This time, using a metal ladle.

The result might have been a far cry from what you'd originally been aiming to create, but whatever by-product you'd created in the process, you're sure that it'll either come to be of use someday. Or… someone, somewhere, might pay the right price for it in the Lanes.

That being said, however, you'd have to put it away for further perusal. You had no idea what this concoction was, other than the fact that it was strong enough to eat through wood, but that could wait. After all, there was a customer waiting for you back in the shop!

Sealing the last vial with a pop and stashing them all away, you then exited the room, stepping back into the thresholds of your shop.

You slide the door curtains back over the door to the room out back before turning to greet the child that had come knocking, here to collect her usual package of medicine.

“You’re here pretty late, mouse. Did something happen?” You asked as you opened a drawer to retrieve the package that you'd previously set aside for her.

Mouse shrugged. “Went scavenging. Took longer than we thought to get back up to ground. Y’know, with what it’s like down there...”

Drawing down to her height, you handed it to her with a smile before seeing her off with a pat on the head. “You’re lucky I'm still here then. Here’s your package.”

You gave her a small wave as she exited the shop before turning back and returning to the room that housed your workspace and a few sparse pots of plants.

Rolling your sleeves up, you got back to work. Your client wanted a strong paralytic agent with an extra kick, and that's what he'll get. You just have to find a way to deliver within the week. Scratching your head, you went back to consult your notes, figuring that this would take a while.

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