#the bathrobe knights

[tortoisesshells]

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Maximus My Beloved BrotherhoodOfSteel

[dcxdpdabbles]

Dauntless Matchmaker Part 2

Danny knew that his strange new boss was rich. He figured that much out by the overly priced suit and the wad of cash, but when he followed him into an Uber, he never thought he would wind up at the Waynes.

Everyone knew who the Waynes were. Danny personally thought it was no exaggeration when people called Bruce Wayne the Prince of Gotham.

He thought it fit the lovable man far more than the title of White Knight. It wasn't that Bruce didn't do the most out of all the ultra-rich to help the city, but rather, it mirrored the Dark Knight too much.

Danny thinks Bruce Wayne and Batman were too different to be compared like that. At least Mr. Wayne is real.

"Welcome home, Master Damian." The butler said as soon as the two walked through the door. His intrigued eyes slowly glanced at Danny, causing the teenager to stand straighter. "And who might our guest be?"

"I believed he was here for Drake." The young boy- apparently named Damian, fibs. Danny is a little impressed that he can sound so uncaring about what is happening despite being the whole reason he is here.

Danny knows that his job is to fool the butler and act like he isn't very aware of Damian. He offers the man his best smile. "Yeah, I came to see Tom. "

The older gentleman raises a brow while Damian shoots him a look of utter venom. Danny fights the urge to cower underneath the boy's displeasure. That is one nasty scowl the boy had.

"I am afraid Master Tim, is currently unavailable in his room"

Aw, crude, he said the wrong name. "Um, I know he said he needed a few minutes to get ready, but I was allowed to go up to his room. I'm sorry, sir I'm a little nervous."

"I see," The other says carefully before sharing a look with Damian. There is a moment where the two just stare at each other, and after a few small hand signs- sign language, maybe?- the butler clears his throat.

"That's quite alright, young man. You may go to Master Tim's room. It's up the main stairway on the third level, fifth door on the right."

Danny practically ran to the stairs, throwing a quick "Thank you, sir!" as he scurried away from the Butler and his boss. The boy still looked greatly displeased with his performance.

He prays he gets better at it once he speaks with Tom-er Tim and gets their story straight. Curious, He glances around, taking in the tasteful night pictures of Gotham City and the scattered few statues.

His breath catches when he sees a large frame photo of a man lying on an old couch looking into the far distance, his smile curving with mischievous glee and the sunlight reflecting the blue of his eyes.

There is a background of an old library, but the sun streaming through the window drapes him with a glow that makes the other man seem otherworldly.

It feels like it should be a painting, but it is so clearly a photograph that Danny has half a mind to wonder if someone who looked like that could possibly be real.

"Wow." He breathes, stepping closer to the frame.

"Wow, yourself." A gruff voice suddenly says, making Danny jump. Whirling around, he finds a boy about his age leaning on the doorframe.

It takes Danny a moment to realize that he is the subject of the art he was just admiring. But while the teenager in the photo seemed like a visiting angel, draped gracefully put together the teenager before him is, in a slight word, a mess.

He was wearing an oversized, fluffy, red open bathrobe. He seemed to only bother to slip on some baggy sweatpants and one sock. His hair didn't seem to have been combed in days, and there were dreadful bags underneath his eyes.

Despite that, Danny felt his heart flutter slightly when he made eye contact with the other.

"Who are you?" The stranger asks, voice a soft mutter.

"Um...I'm looking for Tim?"

"You found him." There is a half smile, but it falls quickly as the boy's demeanor seems to grow sad. Welp, his boss did say he was recently heartbroken.

"Oh great! I was told by Damian to do this when I found you." He places his hand on the wall, knocking six times, pausing for a few seconds, then knocking four.

Tim's face flashes through emotions faster than Danny can understand before the other teens' eyes water. That's all the warning he gets just as Tim bursts into tears.

He has no idea what's happening, but Danny's protective core has him rushing forward to bring the sobbing boy into his arms. He fumbles for a few seconds, unsure if it's welcome, until Tim melts into him, sobbing softly into his chest.

"It's okay. Shh. Shhhh. It's alright, everything will be alright. Why don't we head to your room?"

"Okay," The other whimpers. Danny helps him to his room, trying his best to offer as much support as possible. He is just starting to wonder if he should offer to get him some water or something when Tim kicks the door close, and the tears are all gone.

"Alright, we managed to fool Alfred. He was watching from the stairway," Tim whispers, leaning in close to Danny's face. He gave the startled half-ghost a sneer. "Now, who are you, and why did Damian send you to be my fake boyfriend?"

"Wait, you guys have a code for fake dating? That's what that was?"

"That's not important. I want to know what your objective is."

Danny tells him everything that Damian has told him since finding him. It's only been a few hours since he was fired and since he was taken by Damian.

Tim took it all in without much emotion.

"So you're here as my pity date to get Alfred to leave me alone? And was the Demon Brat the one to hire you? A likely story."

"No, I swear everything I've said is true."

"Oh, and I bet Batman is going to come out of the closet, too," The other said, rolling his eyes.

Danny frowns. "Batman isn't real."

At once, Tim's entire body seemed to have frozen. He blinks slowly, almost as if he is delayed in the reaction. "What did you just say?"

"Batman isn't real," Danny repeats slower, suddenly afraid for Tim's mental health. Next thing he knows, Tim will say the tooth fairy is real.

"Yes, he is."

"No, that's what the government wants you to think so they can hunt him down."

Tim blicks even slower before a blush starts to climb along his cheekbones. He reaches up to play with the hair at the back of his neck. "If that's true, then what is Batman really?"

"A ghost," Danny says confidently and Tim's face grows even redder. It's....endearing.

"You're weird," Tim says, looking away. His gaze lands on a hanging mirror, seemingly taken aback by his reflection. "Oh, I haven't showered in a few days, have I? Do you mind?"

Danny shakes his head, smiling. "No, go ahead. "

Noehter notices the small boy who moves away from Tim's door. And if that boy happened to be pumping his fist into the air in celebration well, that's no one business but Damian's

[aestheticaltcow]

The Aftermath

Carmy left- he just left? Where the heck was he? Was he even alive? Your anxiety almost gets the best of you.

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You groaned as you stretched, trying to crack your back. You’d been cleaning all afternoon, Carmy was still MIA, and this was the one thing you knew would distract you enough not to storm into The Bear demanding to know where your husband had been last night. You hopped up on the counter and grabbed your phone from the charger. A knot formed in the back of your throat when you saw a text from Carmy displayed on your lock screen.

Sorry about last night, baby.

On my way home.

“Okay. Fuck you, Carmy. At least you’re alive.” you mumbled to yourself before hopping down from the counter and going down the hallway to your bedroom. You knew the two of you would have a screaming match when he got home; you rolled your eyes at the thought. He was usually predictable; this running away from home debacle threw you for a loop. Since the fighting was inevitable, you opted to take care of yourself a little bit at least, and an everything-shower seemed like the move.

Pregnancy was hard; you were in a constant state of nausea, you were exhausted, you had almost daily migraines toward the end, and, oh boy… hormones were interesting. You gained a decent amount of weight, but loved how you looked. Carrying Mia made every body insecurity you had vanish. You felt powerful as she grew in your womb, and the feelings were only amplified by the way Carmy would caress your stomach at night when he’d get home from work. He’d pepper kisses across your stomach and talk to Mia as he helped you rub shea butter in an attempt to prevent stretch marks. You laughed about it now as you stood in front of the bathroom mirror. Cellulite, stretch marks, loose skin, and a c-section scar decorated your body. All those insecurities you’d thought vanished returned as soon as you showered for the first time post-partum. You didn’t want anyone to see you, especially Carmy. 

You’d always been so secure in your relationship with Carmy. Something ignited within you when you saw him sitting at the bar by himself the night the two of you met. He was sexy and aloof. You had turned to your friend and told her, ‘I’m gonna marry that guy,’ and cocked your head in Carmy’s direction. She gave you a nod of approval, and you were off. He was shy and confused about why the prettiest girl in the bar would want to talk to some loner drinking a ginger ale instead of one of the guys coming up to her throughout the night. After months of casual hookups or late-night lounging around his apartment, Carmy found the courage to take you out on an actual date. After that, you declared he was your boyfriend. He admitted to being in love with you and was overjoyed when you returned the sentiment. Carmy was your knight in shining armor. You knew he was in your corner if you ever had a problem or needed to talk about something. It was you and him against the world, and it only amplified when he proposed to you. The two of you had a small wedding on the beach and decided to travel for a few months. When the two of you started dating, Carmy recounted tales from his time in culinary school- you were shocked that the man had lived in Frances for years but hadn’t explored the city beyond his campus or the restaurants he worked at. Exploring Europe together felt like a dream; it was everything you’d wanted to do with him. The two of you hadn’t planned on having kids, but after a couple of years of living as a married couple and buying your home, it felt like a natural progression to just ‘see what would happen’ if you got off of your birth control.

Now you stood in the shower while your mother took care of your baby and your bitch of a husband hid at work. You sighed and exited the shower, wrapping your hair in a towel and tying your bathrobe at the waist. You checked your phone to see no new messages from Carmy and that Natalie had left you on read.

As you blow-dried your hair, you couldn’t shake the thoughts of Carmy doing something dumb last night. You knew he’d never cheat on you, but the curiosity about where he’d gone was killing you. You took your time blowing out your hair and doing your skincare routine. As you brushed your teeth, you heard the front door open. “Hey… I’m home.” Carmy’s voice called through the house. Your stomach twisted at the sound. You took a deep breath and quickly put on deodorant before walking out of the bathroom in a pair of fresh pajamas. After contemplating jumping out the window to avoid this conversation from happening, you cautiously exited the bedroom. You went down the hallway to see Carmy washing his hands in the kitchen.

“Hey.” you grinned, rubbing your arm nervously. Carmy inhaled sharply before closing the distance between the two of you. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, feeling the stress of the day melt away as he took in the scent of your conditioner. “I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have left like that,” he spoke into your hair. You sighed and hesitantly hugged him; he rubbed circles into your back and wished to go back in time and change what had happened. 

“Where were you? You’ve never done something like that before- I thought you were dead or something Carmy.” Carmy tucked your head under his chin and contemplated what he should say. He knew he’d have to come clean eventually but wanted to relish in this moment.

“I just drove around and went to work early.” he lied, hoping you’d not push it further. Natalie had ripped him a new one when he’d confessed the details of his indiscretion. She ranted about how she’d feel if Pete had treated her like that; she’d kick his ass to the curb. “You realize she’s gonna leave your ass, right? You absolutely can not sleep at my house- Carmen Anthony Berzatto, you’re no better than Dad.” before he could respond, Natalie threatened to kick his ass if he didn’t come clean to you about what happened. Carmy wanted to tell you, but being compared to his father was something he hadn’t expected Natalie to say. He didn’t know the guy that well, but he knew a little about the cheating. He didn’t have a second family or kids outside his marriage with Donna, but he saw the hurt it put her through and vowed never to be like the man. Now he stood in his kitchen holding his wife- the love of his fucking life, lying about his whereabouts from the night before. Yeah, he didn’t get past third base, but would he have gone all the way if he had gotten hard? Would you constitute this as cheating? Would you leave him and keep Mia from him? He pushed the thoughts back and pressed his nose into your hair. He took in the scent of your conditioner, just in case this was the last time.

You pulled away from the hug and nodded, “Okay. I trust you, but never do something like that again. You scared the crap out of me.” 

Carmy and you sat at the dining room table that night and talked about your insecurities postpartum and that while you were medically cleared to have sex, you were nervous about the actual act. He nodded, and you felt vindicated. You kissed his cheek and headed into the kitchen to order dinner. Carmy grinned and fished his phone out of his pocket. He deleted his text chain with Selena and quickly blocked her number before you came back to ask if he had any preferences for dinner. Carmy shook his head, “Whatever you want, baby.”

The two of you ate dinner in the living room and watched the newest cheesy romcom on Netflix. Carmy sat back and took in the moment. It was like when the two of you had started dating. You’d always had some kind of freelance video editing job or some other creative endeavor that gave you a good amount of flexibility in your schedule. No matter how late he’d get off, you were always down to come over, watch a movie, eat takeout, or whatever new recipe he was trying to perfect. You explained that quality time was your main language, so as long as you were together, you were happy doing whatever with him. 

As the movie continued, you’d put your head on Carmy’s chest and held onto his waist. He had an arm around your shoulder- he stunk of his usual kitchen smells and smoke, but there was another scent you couldn’t quite place. “I should probably shower if you wanna cuddle, baby.” he laughed as you pushed a hand under the hem of his T-shirt. Carmy had long forgotten about the hickey that decorated his collarbone. You hummed in disagreement, “Your BO is comforting Carm…” 

Carmy laughed and kissed the top of your head. Carmy tapped your shoulder as the movie ended, signaling he wanted to get off the couch: “I need a shower, baby.” He shifted in his seat, and you looked up at him. “Kiss me?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes. Carmy swallowed and hurriedly nodded as he gently placed his lips on yours. You smiled into the kiss as the taste of tobacco and spearmint flooded your tastebuds. You removed your hand from under Carmy’s shirt and put it on his cheek. Carmy wasn’t sure where to put his hands. This felt like a 180 from the previous day, confusing and excited him.

You threw a leg over Carmy’s hips to straddle him as the kiss turned more passionate. Carmy’s hands found your hips; his touch felt like electricity shooting through your body in the best way. You pulled away from the kiss, gently pulling Carmy’s bottom lip between your teeth, eliciting a deep throaty moan from him. You ran your hands down Carmy’s chest. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of your nails tickling his skin through the material of his shirt. “Still need me, baby?” you asked, leaning in to kiss Carmy’s jaw. “Still need to be inside of me?” you said as you trailed kisses up his jaw toward his earlobe. You felt his cock harden beneath you as you rolled your hips against him. Carmy’s grip on your hips tightened at the sensation, “Please, baby.” he whined. You giggled at his response and slowly swirled your tongue around Carmy’s earlobe before leaning back on his thighs. Carmy leaned back into the couch. His eyes were dark with lust as you reached for the hem of your shirt, quickly discarding it. 

Carmy’s eyes widened at the sight of your bare breasts, “Fuckin’ hell, baby.” he muttered. You bit your lip as Carmy stared at you, “Can-can I-” Carmy began to stutter before you cut him off by bringing one of his hands to your chest. “Fuck.” Carmy laughed as he snaked an arm around your waist to bring you closer. You giggled as Carmy massaged your breast in his large, calloused hand, “Baby- fuck, you’re so sexy.” 

You moaned softly as Carmy gently pushed you back onto the couch before trailing delicate kisses down your stomach to the top of your pajama shorts. As eager as he was to remove them, he still felt like he was dreaming. Your eyes met and you nodded, Carmy bit his lip holding back a groan. He swiftly yanked the soft cotton material down your legs to reveal your lack of panties. He smirked as he spread your legs wider and stared down at your core like a starved animal. 

“Carmy?” you asked softly, “Do you want me to stop?” he responded, hoping you would say ‘no.’ You shook your head, “Be gentle?” you whispered. Carmy nodded, “Of course, baby. Say, stop, and I will…” 

Carmy put your legs over his shoulders and nuzzled his face between your thighs, placing delicate kisses against your folds. Your legs shook as he ran his tongue up to your clit, “Mmm,” you hummed as he took your clit between his lips. “Oooh,” you moaned as Carmy slowly pushed his index finger into your entrance. Your reaction only fueled Carmy’s desire to please you. As your juices flooded his tastebuds, you bucked your hips up against his mouth, making him moan against your clit.

“I need you,” you whined, pulling at Carmy’s hair. Reluctantly, he pulled his mouth away from your heat. “What do you need me to do, baby?” Carmy teased. You giggled as he moved to hover above your body. You pulled at the hem of his T-shirt, wanting to feel his skin against yours. 

Carmy’s body tensed. You noticed the color drain from his face, the weight of his actions from the night prior finally hitting him. “Are you okay, Carmen?” you asked as you stopped pulling at his shirt. He nodded, “Yeah-h.” 

You didn’t believe him. “You’re being weird. I don’t care that you’re gross from work. I want you.” You looked into his eyes and could sense he was hiding something from you. “I’m not being weird,” he said defensively. You shook your head, pushed up at his chest, and sat up against the arm of the couch. “You literally left last night because I didn’t want to have sex- now I want you and you’re being fuckin’ weird. Take your clothees off and fuck me.” you demanded, Carmy swallowed and sat up on the couch. He shouldn’t have let it go this far, you rolled your eyes and yanked his shirt off. 

“What the fuck is that!” you screamed when you saw the dark purple hickey decorating his collar bone, Carmy stared at you nervously. “YOU FUCKIN’ LIAR!” you screamed louder pushing yourself off the couch picking up your T-shirt from the floor. 

“Baby, I swear—I didn’t—" Carmy explained as he scrambled to his feet as you walked down the hallway toward your bedroom. Your blood boiled at the thought of Carmy fucking another woman last night while he was ‘getting air,’ “YOU’RE A FUCKING LIAR GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS HOUSE, I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD CARMEN!” you screamed at the top of your lungs as you glared at him as tears started to fall from your eyes. Carmy’s face regained color and softened in reaction to your screams. 

“Y/N, it was a mistake! We didn't have sex because I couldn’t get hard-” Carmy attempted to explain the situation, and you shook your head in response. “That’s fuckin’ bullshit! Get out!” you screamed through your tears.

Carmy dropped to his knees and reached out for your hand. You slapped it away and ignored his begs to hear him out and let him explain what had happened. “No. No. I don’t want to- that’s why you wanted to fuckin’ shower so bad, right?! Didn’t want to fuck your wife with your dirty fuckin’ cock you fucking liar!” you screamed as you attempted to pull your wedding ring off of your finger. When it wouldn’t budge, you screamed in frustration and slammed the bedroom door. 

Carmy fell back and brought his knees to his chest, the weight of his actions truly hitting him when you had tried to take off your wedding ring. He really had ruined his marriage. Carmy heard your sobs through the door as he got up, “Y/N- it was a mistake. I love you. I love you so fuckin’ much-” 

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE CARMEN! I FUCKING HATE YOU!”

~

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[anonymous-dentist]

Or: Cellbit runs an alchemy shop with his family, and he's also the lost prince of the Gato Kingdom, but he isn't, but he really really isn't, you've gotta believe him, he isn't, really, he isn't, you've gotta-

For day seven of @smallchaoscryptid's Spiderbit Week - Royalty/Family

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The day starts off normally:

Cellbit wakes up to find himself alone in bed, Roier having already gone to work downstairs in the store.

He lazes beneath the covers before hearing his son shouting in the other room. Grudgingly, he gets up, slides on his slippers and his bathrobe, and he goes to get Richarlyson settled with a new coloring book because, according to Richarlyson, Pepito ate the last one.

(Pepito did not eat the last one.)

Cellbit goes back into his bedroom to change, and then he goes to the wash basin in the hallway to brush his teeth and wash his face. He goes to the kitchen, shoves a singe slice of bread in his mouth for breakfast, tells the kids to behave, decides to live in ignorance and believe that they actually listened to him, and then, finally, he goes downstairs to help Roier with the shop.

That's when things get weird because, instead of the normal dozen or so customers they usually get in the mornings before things get busy, there are a handful of people in shiny armor with pointy swords, and there's a woman with cat ears leaning against the counter talking at an indifferent Roier.

Cellbit freezes on the stairs. Absently, his hands raise to his own ears, thankfully pinned down today with his alchemical goggles. He tends to have them out more days than not now, but. Well. Old habits die hard.

"I really don't know what you're talking about," Roier casually say. He isn't even looking at the woman, he's, instead, inspecting his nails- recently painted by Jaiden and absolutely adorable, just like he is. "But we do have a sale on luck potions if you wanna try one of those."

The woman's eyebrow twitches, and, for whatever reason, Cellbit doesn't think that she's here to buy something. Between the fine quality of her clothes and the literal knights with her and her entire aura, she just screams royalty, and that's a bad thing.

That's a really bad thing.

But Roier seems to have it under control, so, silently, Cellbit starts sneaking back up the stairs. If Roier needs him, he'll scream, and then Cellbit will rush down and kill everybody in the room and blame it on a sudden alchemical reaction gone wrong. Easy.

Except:

The door to the living quarters slams open and Pepito comes rushing out of it with tears streaming down his face.

"Apa!" he cries, leaping into Cellbit's arms and nearly sending him stumbling back down the stairs. "Richarlyson ate my crayons and now he's dying!"

(Richarlyson is not dying.)

Cellbit can practically smell the irritation coming off of Roier, even if he can't see him with his back turned to both him and the store and the really annoying royalty inside.

And, sure, Cellbit is annoyed, too, but he's also a father. So he just sighs and holds his son and lets him cry into his shoulder.

"Who's there?" one of the knights asks.

There's the sound of a sword being drawn, and then there's the sound of another sword being drawn and, really, is a peaceful retirement too much to ask for? Pac and Mike got one. Bad got one. Even Etoiles has some sort of retirement plan he's supposedly following between father-daughter dungeon-busting field trips.

The way Pepito is being held has him looking down the stairs and at the very rude people about to kill his parents, so Cellbit turns around so that Pepito is facing the door instead. He's always preferred looking danger in the face, anyway; it's much easier to be stabbed in the back than the front, after all.

Cellbit passively looks from one knight to another. He skips his eyes over the woman entirely. He catches Roier's eye, subtly rolls his own eyes, adjusts his hold on Pepito.

"Sorry," Cellbit says, "but my son is dying. I'll be right back."

"He's dead!" Pepito wails, ever-helpful. He's such a good kid.

The woman frowns. Cellbit doesn't think he likes her face. It's too... uncanny, like a doll come to life. Or, rather, like an image escaped from the mirror above the wash basin, and Cellbit does not like the implications of that, thanks.

As the knights start to advance, the woman holds up a hand to stop them.

"Hurry up," she says.

"Yeah," Roier agrees. "Tell Richas to die quicker, we have company."

Pepito screeches right into Cellbit's ear, making him wince very angrily in Roier's direction; all Roier does is wink and motion with his fingers for Cellbit to hurry up.

Cellbit quickly takes Pepito back into their living quarters and puts him down on the sofa.

Richarlyson is on the floor, very calm, very much not dying, and very much using Pepito's crayons in his own coloring book.

Pepito gasps, tears gone and replaced with wide, shocked eyes.

"But you ate them!" he exclaims.

Cellbit sighs, "Your brother is a magician, now can you two please behave for ten minutes while Roier and I deal with those people downstairs?"

Richarlyson's head perks up. "There are people downstairs?"

Cellbit nods. "Bad people, probably. If you hear glass breaking, you know what to do."

It's Richarlyson's turn to nod.

They have a plan. If things go down in the shop, Richarlyson and Pepito stay upstairs and hide until either Cellbit or Roier goes to get them. If the kids hear glass breaking, they are to escape out their bedroom window and climb down the tree outside and run to their Uncle Bad's house until Cellbit and Roier can get rid of the bad guys and save the day.

(Roier's words, not Cellbit's. Apparently, calling unruly customers or the police "the enemy" is bad. Go figure.)

Cellbit makes the kids both pinky promise him to follow the plan before letting out a long, stressed-out breath and starting back downstairs.

First, though, he dips into the kitchen and grabs his favorite butcher knife from off of the counter and tucks it into the custom-made sheath hidden beneath his jacket. Just in case.

Once downstairs, he's immediately manhandled by the knights until he's pushed up against the counter. Unfortunately, he isn't pushed behind the counter. But at least he can act as a shield... just in case.

On instinct, Cellbit reaches behind himself and takes Roier's hand. Roier takes it and squeezes gently, his thumb rubbing little circles into the skin by his thumb.

"Well," Cellbit says, looking from the knights to the woman, "you want something. What is it."

It isn't a question. It's more of a demand, really, and maybe he's stupid for demanding answers of royalty, but, like. Fuck the monarchy. What have they ever done for him?

The woman speaks: "We're looking for whichever one of you is Cellbit."

If they weren't already pinned down, Cellbit's ears would be flattening themselves to the top of his head. He bites back a hiss and instead just squeezes Roier's hand.

The woman continues with, "I'd like to bring him back with us to-"

"Yeah, okay," Roier casually says. "I'm Cellbit, hello."

Out of the corner of his eye, Cellbit can see Roier waving; he stifles a smile. He's so stupid...

Cellbit turns around and gasps dramatically. "Gatinho, no! You can't leave us!"

Roier bites his lip and looks away, turning his head to the side.

"But guapito," he says, dropping his voice an octave just for effect, "if I don't go, then... what about you and the children? They might-" (He moans and bows his head.) "-kill you. And then what would I do with myself?"

"Oh, don't worry!" the woman quickly says. "We won't hurt your family! That's why we're here, actually, to bring you and your family with us."

Cellbit ignores her. He reaches across the counter and cups Roier's cheek with his free hand, gently nudges his face until he raises his head and looks Cellbit in the eye; Roier's eyes are already wet with unshed tears, wow, he's good.

"But what will I do without you?" Cellbit demands, pitching his voice up just slightly. "Don't be stupid! I love you, pendejo!"

(They do this a lot, believe it or not. It drives Richarlyson crazy every time they do it because it somehow always ends up with them kissing until they're out of breath and shaky in the knees.)

"Não!" Roier cries. He squeezes his eyes shut and rips himself away from Cellbit entirely, staggering back and leaning against a display shelf full of anti-gravity potions. "Don't say that!"

"Say what?" Cellbit asks. "I love you!"

Roier screams and flinches against the case. "Não!"

Cellbit leans over the counter. "I love you."

Roier moans his time, his hands flying out wildly and grasping onto seemingly-random bottles on the shelf. "Não!!"

Cellbit extends a hand. "I. Love. You. Te amo, guapito."

One of the knights asks, "What the fuck is going on?"

And then the knights all start shouting as Roier opens his eyes and lunges to shove a potion into Cellbit's hands.

Cellbit grins and yanks the cork out of the bottle and chugs the potion and slams the empty bottle against the floor. It shatters, and he jumps.

"What the fuck?" the woman demands.

Cellbit twists mid-air and lands on the ceiling. He waves down at Roier, blows him a kiss, and takes off running for the back potion room. The door is closed, but the ventilation window above the door is open because he was supposed to be making potions right now. Silver linings.

He dives through the window, just barely managing to squirm through. He grunts, frowns, regrets getting this old, makes it through.

His goggles are nudged off of his head, though, leaving his ears on full display as he escapes into the potion room.

The woman gasps, "Get back here! Cellbit!"

But Roier just cheers, "Corre, gatinho!"

The potion room's door thuds and shakes in its hinges as the knights all slam against it. But, like, fuck those guys.

Cellbit runs down the length of the ceiling until he's reached the wall facing the alley behind the shop. He steps onto the wall, and then he runs down that until he's by the window. Again, ventilation, he should be working right now, but no, he can never know a moment of peace.

The potion starts running out just as Cellbit crawls through the window and lands on the shop's outside wall. He wrinkles his nose at the smell, but it's fine. Just trash, it's fine.

There's shouting from the front of the shop and the sounds of more bottles shattering. Roier sounds fine, though. He's even laughing, of course he is. He's badass, and Cellbit loves him, and Cellbit just wishes he was there to watch Roier swing his sword around like the sexy piece of shit he is.

The potion's effects wear off as Cellbit's feet touch the ground; two minutes, just as he'd made it to be.

He can see Richarlyson and Pepito running for it at the far end of the alley. Good, they actually followed directions for once.

Cellbit turns to run after them and get Bad's help, but he's stopped by a firm hand grabbing his shoulder from behind.

He snarls and pulls his knife out of his coat, spinning and slashing and just narrowly missing the woman's throat.

"Cellbit!" she shouts. "Calm down, it's just me!"

Cellbit responds by lunging at her with his teeth bared. He's been filing his teeth down for years, but he knows that he still cuts an intimidating figure when he's pissed enough.

The woman doesn't seem afraid, though. If anything, she just seems angry. And sad. Mostly angry.

She easily sidesteps his attack and yells, "It's me! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Oh, that's cute. Royalty asking why someone would want to hurt them, that's funny. They have the self-awareness of a walnut, all of them.

"Stop shouting 'it's me'!" Cellbit snaps. "Why should I care who you are?"

The woman's face starts turning red from frustration. "Because I'm your sister!"

Oh, that's rich.

"I don't have a sister," Cellbit sneers.

He swipes at her. Of course he does, he doesn't have a sister. He didn't have a family before he and the others found Richarlyson, and he only has one now that he has his kids and his husband.

"Then why do we have the same ears?" the woman demands.

She ducks under his knife and sweeps his legs out from under him. He falls and hisses and growls and does all sorts of things that princes might do because he isn't royalty. He knows that for certain. His first memory was him eating the corpse of a soldier on an empty battlefield, and it's with that image in mind that he snaps his teeth at the woman's throat.

"Only the royal family of the Gato Kingdom is born with feline features," the woman snaps. "Idiot!"

"Fuck the Gato Kingdom," Cellbit spits. "Your war destroyed everything I had!"

The woman's eyes turn sad. "It destroyed everything I had, too. It took my family from me. My friends. My home. We're just now starting to rebuild, and-"

She shrieks as Cellbit manages to flip their positions so that she's the one being pinned to the ground.

"So you show up and try kidnapping someone to fill in for your lost prince?" he snarls. "You people haven't changed."

The woman's mouth thins into an angry line. "I'm not trying to kidnap you! I just want to bring you home!"

"I don't have a home! This is my home!"

"You really don't remember, do you?" she asks, voice low. She isn't even struggling any more, not really. "It's me, your sister. Bagi."

The name stings Cellbit's brain in a way he doesn't like.

"I don't know you," he firmly says. "You don't know me. Leave my family alone."

He stands, hands shaking, head spinning. He doesn't like this.

Roier calls his name from the front of the building.

Cellbit, sure that this Bagi won't do anything while she's busy crying, turns and starts running towards the store.

He doesn't make it three steps before getting thwacked in the back of the head with something large and heavy and metal.

"Sorry," Bagi flatly says.

As he falls to the ground, his knife falls from his hand and ends up just out of reach.

He lands on his stomach and immediately tries standing again.

But he's stopped by a foot on his back pressing him down.

"I'll be sure to bring your family with us," Bagi tells him. "I'm not here to hurt you."

"Could have fooled me," Cellbit mutters.

Darkness takes him at last as Bagi smacks him again with her weapon, and all Cellbit can think is that he hopes that the kids ended up making it to Bad's after all.

[superiorsturgeon]

Some Time Alone

Rusted Knight DILF Jaune: *removes his helmet and reveals his face to RWBY* Hey guys! 😁

RWBY: 😧

Ruby: Jaune! What happened to you?

Blake: How did you become the Rusted Knight?

Yang: Why do you look so…

Weiss: Mature~! 😍

Jaune: Well, it’s a long story. Let me tell it to you while we walk back to my house!

At Jaune’s house…

Jaune: …and I spent the next few decades waiting for you to arrive! 😁

Yang: You’re honestly a lot happier about all of this than I would’ve thought.

Jaune: Well, it’s been a long time to wait, but hey, at least I have Pyrrha here to keep me company, so I’m actually doing great! 🥰

RWBY: ?!

Ruby: Oh no…Jaune’s losing his mind…!

Weiss: He must be seeing things! Pyrrha died back at Beacon!

Blake: Poor Jaune…

Yang: Uh…Jaune, you know that Pyrrha’s not-

????: …Jaune? Are you coming to bed or not? I’m waiting~! 💕

Ruby: Who’s that?

Tarnished Spartan MILF Pyrrha: *steps out of bedroom in her bathrobe and pushes a gray-streaked lock of hair back* Jaune, who are you talking to-Oh! Hello again!

RWBY: 😱

Weiss: MATURE!! 😳

Jaune: 😊

[a-flaming-idiot]

Gotta adore when the MariChat relationships is just.

Chat Noir landing on Marinette's balcony: "Oh my dear lady~ Your handsome knight has arrived." Marinette in a bathrobe wielding a machete: "Get the fuck off my property!"

[thy-golden-knight]

Knightly lifestyle ideas

• Carry yourself with confidence, keep your head high and your steps firm

• Always carry a pocket knife in case of emergencies

• Whenever you see a person struggling with heavy bags, especially women and the elderly, make haste to offer help

• If they refuse help, do not press further. Respecting boundaries is essential

• Decadent fur rugs in your bedchamber

• Become passionate about a sport of your choosing, be it a historical one or not

• Your home is your fortress, hence any good knight should be able perform basic repairs to keep his castle running

• Forgo the plastic: drink your water, wine and other beverages out of goblets and glassware

• Be an example to your younger siblings on how to treat other people with respect, dignity and kindness

• Treat hardships in thy life as quests to complete and dragons to slay

• Attend self-defense classes. Learn to take down opponents twice your size

• A signet ring with your family's crest / other personal symbol

• If you have a dog, train it extensively to make it your guardian and a faithful companion

• Assemble a private library full of classical masterpieces and epic poetry

• Gather up your courage and intervene if you see someone getting bullied

• Lush bathrobe in rich burgundy / navy / emerald with a golden thread

• Volunteer to be the mediator in your siblings' quarrels

• Know your way around fine dining, whether it's uncorking a bottle of champagne or using the right fork and knife

• Learn how to play a musical instrument like flute or guitar

• Study different schools of thought, religions and cultures. You might find them not so different from yours

• And overall whenever you see an opportunity to do good, take it at once. Knight's ultimate purpose is to serve, be of service to others, be it friends and loved ones or complete strangers

Part 2 here

[melanirana]

On the topic of singer!reader x bartender!dca

I could not help but notice, their apartament has a balcony so hear me out:

Seranading under the balcony, climbing on the balcony, just any and all romantic and unnesesearly dramatic usage of balcony

What is your opinion?

Pretty sure you accepted a short little answer but here.

Have this instead.

Cw: suggestive towards the end

For a high-status club you expected more.

You are currently stuck in your flat due to no fault of your own. The door simply refuses to budge. You tried pushing, shoving and even throwing some of your own weight against it, but still nothing. You are completely stuck in your own flat.

Looks like you’ll be stuck here till the morning and some more time after that. Ringing the phone won't help, everyone is asleep. Even the street outside the building is empty, not a soul in sight.

The open balcony door lets cold winter air into your apartment, with shivering feet you grab your bathrobe to throw over your shoulders before going to close the door. The thick fake fur wraps around you and you let out a sigh as the robe warms your shivering form. For good measure, you slip into your most fluffiest pair of house shoes before heading for the balcony again.  

The soft light from inside illuminates the balcony in beautiful colors. When you step out onto the balcony you feel like you're in the middle of a stage play. One of those really romantic ones.

And this is the cliché romantic balcony scene where the two hopelessly in love protagonists, who can't show their love to each other because fate just won’t have it, confess their undying love for each other.

So cliché, so romantic, so dreamy and so up your alley.  

To that comes the bonus that you are just ever so helplessly stuck in a tour, even if it is your own apartment.

Now all you’re missing is a handsome knight.

And fate is kind to you, at last.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spy your handsome knight. Not dressed in his black suit but a simple white dress shirt, held up by suspenders. He emerges from the side of the building, probably just having thrown away some trash.

The blue nightcap on his head gently sways as he walks.

You lean over the railing of your balcony in the most coy position you can muster in this cold and wave your hand as if you were holding a handkerchief.    

“Oh, Oh hello you handsome man~” you sing-song down at him. Moon's face snaps up to you and a devious smile spreads across it.

“Well, look how here, up so late with nothing better to do than cat-call a poor by passer. ”Moon’s gravelly voice travels easily in the crisp winter air. Yur spine tingles at the sound of his voice.

“Do you think that lowly of me? I am hurt.” You rest your head on your hands as you smile down at the animatronic.

Moon turns to fully face you. “Maybe I could change my mind.” He crosses his arms. “If only someone were to think of something original and not repeating words of someone else.” Ahh~ the three of you and your little challenges, you’ll never grow tired of this.   

“Oh, but my dear nightlight I am afraid no words a truly mine.” You say in a dreamy voice. The little nickname seems to do its purpose, if the way Moon shifts his weight on his feet is anything to go off of.

“And don’t you think repeating can be something beautiful? After all, the moon stands high in the sky. Yet here you are outshining it with ease.” You are to sleep-deprived for shame, you are winning this challenge. And win you do.

Moons metal cheeks turn a hot orange before he turns his head away, you are pretty sure that if you stood right next to him the sound of his fans would be deafening.

You relish in the sight, but not for too long as a cold breeze whips past you and sends a shudder down your spine. Moon notices.

“Why are you outside? Shouldn’t you be asleep?” You can still see a hint of orange in his face.

“Well, you see. I’m kind of trapped. My door is somehow stuck and I can't get out, I have been trying to get it open but nothing works.” Another shudder runs through your body.

Moon thinks for a second, then a devilish smile crosses his face as he speaks.

“If I free you of your predicament, what is my reward?” The way you can hear the smile in his voice makes you weak.

“Anything you desire, my dear knight.” Now you’re the one with warm cheeks.

“Anything I desire you say.” His voice is as dangerous as it is delicious.  

“Anything you desire.” You confirm.

Moon scans the side of the building before he approaches it, and with an almost scary efficiency climbs it. You barely have time to blink before two large metal hands wrap around your balcony railing.

You take a step back in surprise, the speed at which Moon scales the building is almost frightening.

In one smooth motion, Moon lifts himself above the railing and climbs over it before coming to a stop right in front of you. His tall form casts a shadow over you. Your face grows hotter but not in an effort to fight the cold.

“I think I’ll take my prize now.” Moon purrs.

“You haven’t opened my door yet.” Your rebuke is weak even in your own ears.

“The climb was quite the effort.” Moon grins. ‘Sure it was’ you think to yourself.     

Gentle fingers grip your chin and angel your face upward so you look Moon in the eyes. He leans forward and plants a cool metal kiss on your forehead. You close your eyes and lean into the gentle affection.

When you don’t move to push him or lean away Moon continues. Moving down to kiss your reddened cheeks, plant kisses along your jawline before making his way down to the crock of your neck.    

Suddenly you don’t mind the door being shut for just a little bit longer.

did that answer you question? I like to think it did :}

[howlingday]

Yang Marsh

Blake: Isn't Spree Friday supposed to be about other people?

Yang: Winter is coming, Blake, and I am a sneaky little bee. Buzz buzz~!

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Blake: (Standing in a bathrobe)

Jaune: (The Rusted Knight, Walks out)

Yang: YOU SLEPT WITH THE RUSTED KNIGHT?!

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Ruby: Yang?

Yang: Yeah, Ruby?

Ruby: Blake says she wants you to stop trying to scar yourself.

Yang: It's just gonna be a little scar, Ruby. Tell Blake it's okay.

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Yang: Ruby, you are not going to have any part of a pop idol group!

Ruby: But Yang, all of our friends are doing it!

Yang: If all of our friends jumped off a bridge, would you do that, too?!

Ruby: it's not fair, Yang! Why can't I be a pop idol?!

Yang: Because I said so!

Ruby: Yang, Jaune said it'll make us a lot of lien! Like 10 million!

Yang: It's not about the lien, Ruby, now drop it!

Ruby: I don't understand! Just let me go do this one thing and-

Yang: NO! NOOOO! (Smashes window)

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Yang: You're saying you've never had a homosexual fantasy? Not that I have.

Weiss: You haven't?

Yang: No! I mean, well, they say everybody has one at some point, don't they?

Weiss: ...Well, I never wanted to have sex, but... I did have this one idea of, y'know... masturbating in front of another woman.

Yang: ...Y-Yeah, well, I mean, I don't think that's really gay, just... Is it?

Weiss: I-I don't think so.

Yang: ...Well, it IS a night for trying new things.

Weiss: Yes, I suppose so.

Yang: ...

Weiss: ...

Yang: ...Alright, I'll start.

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Ruby: Yang?! Yang, is that you?!

Yang: (???) Yes, it's me, Ruby!

Ruby: Where are you?!

Yang: It's me! Over here!

Yang: (Spiraling as a dragon) I'm a dragon~!

Ruby: What the hell are you doing, Yang?!

Yang: I'm flying free with my beautiful dragon powers~!

Ruby: Are you here to help me?!

Yang: I mean, I was gonna, but this is so much fun!

Ruby: Yang, you need to help me find my weapon and get us back to Remnant!

Yang: Dragons have no concerns for such things, Ruby! I'm going to go find some dragon dong~! (Leaves)

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Yang: (Covering her nudity) Ruby! RUBY!

Ruby: (In bed) What?

Yang: Ruby, how do you tame a horse in LimeGraft?

Ruby: What?!

Yang: What is LimeGraft and how do you tame a horse in it?!

[bit-dodgy-innit]

Mixing It Up

Part of my 500 Follower Celebration set in The Shape of Youniverse

The Prompt: You lavish some attention on Steven’s nipples for a change

Requested by: my literal everything @my-secret-shame

Pairing: Steven x afab!reader, background Jake x afab!reader, and Marc x afab!reader, Reader is married to the system

Spice-O-Meter: 🌶🌶🌶🌶 (Rated Tre Explicit, Minors DNI!)

Word Count: 3.1k

CW/TW: Bondage, nipple!play and lactation kink (m and f receiving), dare I say some soft!fem!dom dynamics, dirty talk, pregnant!sex, p in v sex, woman on top, mommy!kink, a bit of orgasm denial, handjobs, and mucho communication in the afterglow since Moon Knight and Moms are complicated. Oh and Jake makes an appearance in this, so mentions of anal sex

A/N: Oh man I surprised myself with this one 😅 I would like to thank @plethora-of-imagines as well as darling Fen here bc their list of “what will steven do with readers breast milk on the babymoon” made the prompt click for me! It clicked and then we sailed straight off the rails into kinkytown!! As always, Jake has a couple Spanish phrases here that I’ve translated below.

“We should do this more often I think,” you mused with a quintessential “cat that got the cream” smirk.

The image before you was truly a sight to behold. Each Steven’s wrists were tied to a bedpost, and apart from the bathrobe sashes restraining his arms, your husband was stark naked atop the sheets. You salivated as your eyes drifted along the dips and planes of his golden skin, then to the dusting of wiry hair across his limbs, finally focusing in on his thick cock, flushed and standing at attention for you.

His length wasn’t the only part of him that was erect for you, each of Steven’s nipples were pert and pebbled on his chest. They were the object of your attention today.

“Ye-yeah,” your husband replied, craning his neck up from the pillows to look at you. You stood at the foot on the bed, completely nude as well, and unable to see your feet over your bump anymore.

This was another installment of “babymoon” sex at the country house you two rented in France which you were currently enjoying. The plan was to get in as much wild, nasty, uninterrupted fucking as you could before Caleb, your unborn son, arrived since soon there would be two children draining your time, libido, and energy.

Seeing Steven so submissive and prone for you was a novel thrill. You tended to be the more submissive partner in the bedroom - you had to be completely on top of it as a mother, in your career, with your friends - but when you were with your husband, it was the one arena where you felt like you could let go. Steven, though he could definitely take charge if he fancied it, skewed more submissive than his alters sexually. And in a happy coincidence, you enjoyed being a bit more in control with him when you two made love.

This was perhaps the most dominant you’d ever been though, tying your husband to the bed and towering over him with a glass of your breast milk in hand.

“I’m going to make you feel so good darling,” you purred, “just like you do for me.”

Steven nodded feverishly in agreement and you crossed to the nightstand to set the glass down temporarily. Any and all movement at 35 weeks pregnant took a lot of effort, and you need to situate yourself accordingly.

It was the most comfortable to lie on your side, and once you were in position, you began by dancing your fingers across Steven’s chest. You used the tips of your nails to draw little parallel lines from one pec to the other, building up the anticipation. 

“I always thought you had a nice chest,” you remarked lazily, the warmth of Steven’s shaky exhalations against your skin getting you even more drunk on being the one with the power here. 

“Mmmm?” 

“It’s true,” you confirmed. “You have these nice big broad shoulders, such defined pecs, and then these…”

You trailed off to swirl the pad of your fingertip around his nipple. The reaction was immediate. Steven whimpered, and even in your periphery you could see his cock jump. 

“Oooh you like that baby, don’t you,” you cooed, moving your fingers to the opposite side of his chest to give his other nipple the same treatment. “All this time we’ve only played with my tits, but you’ve been holding out on me.” 

You lightly pinched his nipple, ripping a yowl from Steven, the sound shooting straight down to your pussy. “So responsive. Can I give this one here a kiss?” 

Apparently Steven was too turned on to properly speak, but the enthusiasm of his nodding and his broken moan served as consent enough. Your husband’s entire body convulsed when your lips brushed the delicate skin of his bud. It spurred you on further, flicking your tongue across the peak while you applied pressure with your hand to its twin. Steven encouraged you with the most delicious breathy little cries while you narrowed your tongue into a point to draw circles around the circumference of his nipple.

Your ministrations were a mix of repayment and revenge. You were performing on him the moves that drove you wild and made you come, partly in gratitude for all of the bliss he’d bestowed upon you, and partly to assert that you could reduce him to the quivering mess Steven so expertly did when he suckled from you. 

“Duh…dar-darling!”

You pulled off of him to check his features, searching for any discomfort or displeasure. But you recognized the hunger in his expression immediately, Steven wanted more. You sent him a devilish smile and reached for the glass. 

Before you did anything more, you checked one last time, “Shall we?” 

“Oh please,” he sighed, the breathlessness in his tone making your slit leak with arousal. 

You tipped the glass ever-so-slightly over Steven’s right nipple, withdrawing after a few splashes had coated the skin there. Then, you mopped up the liquid with your mouth, licking every square inch where it’d splattered.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Steven’s voice had dropped into his chest, his voice now a rasp. 

If you thought about it for too long, the fact that you were lapping up your own breastmilk might have thrown you. But just like Steven, you were too high on your shared lust to be too concerned. Besides, it was really just colostrum - the proper milk wouldn’t come in until Caleb was delivered, and the mild, nutty taste was offset but the tang of Steven’s sweat. That was a flavor you’d never get enough of. 

You repeated the action on the further of Steven’s pecs, moaning as you lavished licks and little nibbles on the skin there to add an extra layer of stimulation with the vibrations. When you pulled away for a breather, Steven’s sculpturesque features were wracked with pleasure to the point of pain. 

“I bet you wish you could touch your cock right now, don’t you, baby?” You inquired with put-on innocence. 

Steven’s response was basically a sob. 

“Hmm, I suppose I could for you?” Playing naive always drove Steven bonkers. “Would you like that baby?” 

More whining and nodding relayed his assent. You kissed down his stomach and when you reached straining member, now weeping and a dark ruddy hue, you cooed, “Look at that pretty prick. He wants his mommy, doesn’t he?”

You had no idea where that came from. Though you’d been calling your husband “daddy” long before Nyla entered the picture, you steered clear of its counterpart given Marc’s past trauma and abuse. 

Your heart dropped when you realized what you’d said, yet before you could backpedal and apologize, Steven replied, “Please mommy, please.” 

Given that he was still was so turned on and the word hadn’t thrown him, you continued with the act as you tried to mount him without too much wobbling, “So big and hard for me.”

“This is going to be quick,” he warned you while you took his dick in hand to position him at your entrance, “Can’t believe I haven’t come already, if I’m honest.” 

You found yourself answering, as if your mouth was independent of your mind, “You come only when I tell you to. And I’m going to first,” 

You could swear you saw a tear escape from the corner of Steven’s eye at the announcement. It made you pause for an entirely different reason. “That alright?” 

“Puh-please sit on my cock mommy. I’ll be so good I promise.” 

And with the go-ahead, you did just that. Both of you groaned in satisfaction and relief at becoming one. You’d been teasing your husband for the better part of an hour, therefore his eyes nearly crossed at the feeling of your warm, tight channel encasing his member so swiftly and smoothly. 

“Remember, no coming til mommy says so,” you sing-songed, “Gonna use this huge cock exactly as I like.” 

You were in no state to bounce on Steven’s dick like you usually did, but instead you allowed yourself an extra moment to revel in the feel of his thick girth inside of you, and squeezed around him just to drive him even more mad. 

It felt heavenly to simply be full of him, to catalogue every vein and ridge without any movement. Your hand dropped to your clit, strumming your little bundle of nerves and enjoying the sight of Steven’s drawn neck. You studied the prominent tendon in his throat as he struggled to behave for you while you gave him too much and not enough all at once. 

Soon the feeling of being full of your husband’s fat erection and playing with your clit wasn’t sufficient, you began canting your hips as much as your baby-heavy baby would allow you. Back-and-forth, back-and-forth, you writhed on Steven’s cock while you kept your index finger firmly working at your nub. You were entranced by your husband’s devastatingly handsome face while you took your pleasure freely from his body, transitioning from rocking back and forth on his hardness to swiveling your pelvis in a circular motion so his member could invade every crevice of you. 

“So deep,” Steven whimpered. 

“It’s good isn’t it?” You surveyed, “Making mommy feel so good. God you’re so hot, can’t believe I get to ride this dick whenever I want.” 

The revelation inspired you pick up the pace on your clit and embrace the burn in your thighs to slam your hips down just a little harder, “Oh Steven, fuck. Railed me so hard that you put another baby in me, then you even let me tie you up and use your fat prick however I see fit.”

“Jus’ wanna be good f’r you mommy,” he slurred. 

“So good,” you assured him without hesitation, “all my friends are jealous that I have such a fit, caring husband who drinks from my titties aaaah-and licks my pussy like it’s his goddamn job.” 

Steven couldn’t help but join your movements at your praise. He planted his feet onto the surface of the mattress and began meeting your stilted thrusts as best he could, his hands were still tied up which meant he didn’t have much leverage. It was enough though, because you could feel yourself barreling toward your climax like a runaway bullet train.

You were reduced to babbling at this point, “You’re so good for mommy, so good for mommy, so good for mommy, so good…suh—ohhhhhhhhh.” 

The orgasm was so intense you feared it’d send you into labor. Your eyes rolled back in your head, the pleasure so white-hot you momentarily forgot what year it was. Even though you felt like you’d entered a different dimension, you were aware of the feeling of your husband sneaking his hand between the root of his cock and your spasming cunt. 

Somewhere in the back of your mind you registered that Steven was staving off his own peak to follow your order. Your sweet, obedient husband. You were going to make him come so hard. 

As much as you wanted to lift yourself off of Steven’s now-sticky erection, demand a sponge-bath, and pass out, it was your turn to send your spouse to the moon and back. You powered through the exhaustion that had begun to descend over your limbs to dismount from Steven’s lap and scooted down the bed some, leaving a trail of your own juices on the sheets in the wake. 

You glanced at the glass on the nightstand and gasped, “Oh no! We’re out of milk!” 

Steven jerked and pulled at his restraints, letting a plaintive cry escape when he heard you. 

“Guess I’ll have to give you some fresh,” you pondered aloud as your hands snaked up your sides to cup your heavy breasts. They were already feeling a bit engorged since it’d been hours since Steven milked you with his hands or mouth, so it only took a couple pumps of your palm for more liquid to dribble out and coat your hand. 

Steven, who’d been holding up his head to watch your little display, dropped it at the sight of you wetting your hand with his favorite substance. 

“You were so patient for mommy, now she’s going to give you your reward,” you intoned wrapping your drenched hand around his cock, already made slick from your arousal and his precum. 

You stripped his length with firm, quick strokes, only getting a dozen or so in before Steven was lurching against the sashes and crying out as he came. His seed was spurting from his thoroughly abused cock so intensely that you swore that if you hadn’t gotten your mouth around his tip in time, his cum would’ve hit the ceiling. 

You jerked Steven through his release until you felt him soften, and when you glimpsed up at him, he’d sank into the pillows and against his bonds like a ragdoll. 

Immediately, you brought your clean (well, cleaner) hand to caress his forehead. “Baby? You okay?” 

You wasted no time untying the sashes from the bedpost, and a moment later, your husband’s lids fluttered open. You knew by the smug quirk of his lips it was Marc gazing back at you instead of Steven. 

“Hi sweetie,” you greeted him. “Not freaked out, are you?” 

“No I’m fine,” he assuaged you. “Who knew the gorgeous in-house consultant I was assigned to work with on my first job all those years ago would be even better in bed than she was at her job?” You preened at Marc’s praise, moving to untie his other wrist while he added, “And she was really fucking good at her job.”

“He came so hard he forced a switch, didn’t he?” 

Marc nodded, rubbing and twirling his wrists to get the blood flow back. “Also, Jake says he’s not crossing the English Channel to go home until he gets to fuck your ass. “

You rolled your eyes. “Despite my best efforts to be one on this trip, he knows I’m not a sentient sex doll, right? That I’m in the home stretch of cooking his second kid currently? I told him we’d do to it before we left, we still have all of tomorrow.”

“Anoche,” Jake pushed forward to demand. 

“Mañana.” you countered. “Unless you let me take a nap now and make dinner. And clean up afterwards.” 

“Bien.”

“Always a pleasure doing business with you, Lockley.” 

“That’s enough of that,” Steven reclaimed the body to declare. “Let’s take a bath, yeah? Then you can nod off?” 

“Yes please,” you grinned. “But first can I just…I need to catch my breath.”

“‘Course darling,” he acquiesced, “Frankly, the offer of a bath was too ambitious on my end. I can’t move my legs right now.” 

“You were okay with all of that?” You needed to get straight to it. “I know that kind of got away from us just — got away in the best way possible if you ask me —but just…is there anything you wouldn’t want a repeat performance of? I know the word ‘mommy’, when we’re not referring to me with Nyla, is loaded for you.” 

It was if Steven’s tongue back too big for his mouth. He struggled to shape the words with his lips, and a crimson hue stained his cheeks while he searched for what to say. “No? I mean that’s actually worse, innit? Because I loved calling you mommy just now and I know I shouldn’t? After everything Marc actually went through…fuck, that’s messed up.” 

“I wouldn’t be so quick to judge,” you tried to comfort him. “From what you told me, your memories of her are so different than his. Intentionally so, right? It wasn’t until what, the last like six or seven years you knew otherwise.” 

“I suppose so,” he mumbled. 

“And you know how I much I love calling all of you daddy. I said it for the first time when I slept with Marc, ages before Nyla.”

“Guess it’s not too much of a stretch, given how obsessed I am with your tits,”  he surmised, then obscured his face with his hands, “Fuck, I’m a proper pervert, aren’t I? With a dose of D.I.D. thrown in with no extra charge.” 

“Stop,” you gently tried to removed his hands. When that didn’t work, you said, “You may be a perv, but you eat pussy like a champ, so who cares?” 

That got Steven to uncover his face. When you were met with his frown, you amended yourself, “I’m kidding. Obviously. Honey, if you want us to talk about this with Dr. Moorhead, I’m more than happy to do it so we can unpack it properly. But honestly? That was so bloody hot. It was fun to play with the power dynamics a little. I’m not sure if I’d want to do that every time we make love but…” 

“It was quite a treat for a special occasion, wasn’t it?” Steven admitted at last.

“Just think, in five weeks Caleb will be here and we won’t be having any sex whatsoever, so you’ll have plenty of time to mull over if we want to do it again.” 

“Well hopefully not ‘any sex whatsoever’,” Steven protested. “We snuck a lot in with Nyla.” 

“First baby luxuries,” you reminded him, “but don’t worry, your all-access pass to my titties will be restored.” 

Steven hummed in delight. “They’re just so big and tasty for me,” he murmured, his lips enveloping your nipple and tenderly suckling. 

It was your turn then to collapse back amongst the pillows. You carded your fingers through his wavy, salt-and-pepper locks as he relieved you, lost in the sensation. Steven switched tits, drinking from the other just as delicately as he did from the first. He only got a few sips in before the absence of his mouth sent a little shock of cold air on your nipple and you heard, “Eh! I’ve waited my turn.” 

Jake. 

“Then give me Steven back so he can bathe me,” you negotiated, too exhausted to open your eyes, “I’ll take my nap, you’ll make dinner, and I’ll be so naughty for you Papi, I promise. You can pound my ass until sunrise.”

“Joder nena, I’m not giving anything back when you talk like that,” he rasped, dropping a kiss to your neck. 

“Please honey? I need to close the loop on what we were talking about.” 

Thankfully, Jake agreed without any more fuss and Steven returned. 

“I think it might be good for us to talk with Dr. Moorhead,” he shared a few minutes later while you waited for cottage’s the copper tub to fill. “Because I want to do that again, but it’d be nice to not feel so weird about it.” 

“Sounds like a plan, love,” you grinned, drawing him in for a chaste kiss on the lips. “God, imagine what we’ll be like when there’s no weirdness.”

Steven’s open, wholesome smile turned wicked. “Exactly.” 

A/N: Y’all...what just happened there? Not even I know 🙈 but I hope everyone enjoyed!!! The more I write the more I realize my destiny is to be barefoot and pregnant with Oscar’s baby 🤷‍♀️🤰🏼The final prompt fill is 95% written and will be coming to all of you lovelies who have waited ever-so-patiently v soon! Also yes, I’m naming all the doctors in this AU after the MK series writers!

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Translations: 

Anoche - Tonight 

Mañana - Tomorrow 

Bien - Okay 

Joder nena - Fuck babe 

[littlefankingdom]

~ Batman: White Knight

Bruce owning a pink fluffy bathrobe being canon (in this au) is perfect.

[heliosthegriffin]

Shadow Knight, and Magic Girls Vi

Chapter 6

Red yawned. "Sure is quiet tonight."

"I know, right?" Yellow answered.

White looked around. "The Grimm aren't very active tonight."

"I'm not sensing anything," Black muttered.

Crimson nodded. "Well, lets call it a night, then. Unless, you four want to go looking for the Shadow Knight?"

Blake grimaced. "I'd like to, but he's been quiet the last couple nights, I wonder what schemes he's up to?"

-----

Jaune grimaced as he was shot with a hose of cold water and soapy bubbles.

It was pass midnight, and they had not gone to get anything to eat, yet.

Instead they had taken him to a car-wash, to clean up Amber's car, and Jaune.

That said, Amber hadn't been lying, she knew how to get blood out of the seats.

He had been nervous about cops for a moment, but Melanie sent a text, and said they didn't need to worry.

Then they sent him through the drier, and a fluffy pink bathrobe was pushed into his hands. "There, we've had enough of your fine ass for now." Militia added.

Jaune slipped it on, then moaned happily, feeling warm and dry and clean.

For some reason Militia blushed, then got behind him and pushed him forward. "Come on, lets go get breakfast."

Jaune nodded. "Sounds good."

The five of them then went into a nearby dinner, unnoticing of the four boys staring in awe at Jaune in nothing but a bathrobe surrounded by hotties.

Cardin dropped his fork. "My life is a lie."

Dove looked at him. "Cardin?"

"All this damn time, I've been playing the wrong game. Alpha this, Chad that." He put his hands in his hands. "Badass, or whatever. I need whatever he's got." Cardin jerked a thumb at Jaune who was looking at the menu.

Then noticing how tired and drained he looked, and how relax and satisfied the girls looked.

Seeing that, they could only salute in honor, then left. Giving him a pat on the back as they left.

Jaune looked confused.

"What was that?" Vernal asked, drinking coffee.

"I don't know, but I think I just made amends with my former bullies." Jaune said uncertainly.

"You get bullied?" Vernal laughed. "Yeah, right. I've heard you earlier, what are they made of steel?"

"No, flesh and bone, but I did say former, this was over a year ago, and I made my stance known on bullying since then." He smirked. "I almost got expelled when I did that."

Vernal leaned back, smirking. "Sweet." She then looked at Jaune's chest. "You ever think about getting inked up? Scars are sexy and all, but so is ink." She pulled down her shirt slightly, showing where her sleeve ended near her chest, Jaune getting a nice view was just a coincident.

Jaune turned away, blushing. "Maybe."

"Just think on it, Tiger."

Jaune felt a shove on his shoulder. "Move over," Militia pushed on him, but struggled to even make him budge, until Jaune obliged, and found himself pinned in the middle of the booth.

Amber and Vernal on one side, Melanie and Militia on the other.

Breakfast in the middle.

Jaune made his choice.

The girls then bonded in fascination as they watch Jaune put away enough food to feed a family of body-builders.

Though, soon as they were all done eating, reality made itself known.

"So, what now?" Vernal asked, holding her mug.

"What do you mean?" Melanie added.

"You came to our house and-" Amber caught herself. "You know, we might have allied for the moment, but it doesn't change what happened."

Militia shrugged. "That's true." She picked at her omelette. "I don't feel like killing anybody right now, though."

"Not when you don't have any men backing you up?" Jaune added, looking at her omelette hungrily, which she quickly surrendered.

Melanie scoffed. "Like that would help, our boys are dead for nothing, we saw your handiwork, what you deal with, we'd have to call in support from some PMC's that owe us if we wanted to put you down."

Amber bowed her head. "I'll go back, live in a compound if that's what you two want, just let them leave."

"Junior's dead." Militia said flatly. "We're going to have to tell Big Bear, he's not going to be happy."

"I know. But, just consider,-"

"Amber, I heard what you said to Junior." Jaune said piercingly. "Why did you want to die?"

The table went silent.

"Jaune, please-"

"You tried to throw your life away, if that's the case, I found it, it's mine now." Jaune said, he poked her chest. "You're don't have the authority to do give it to them, so tell me, so I can help you."

Amber bowed under his gaze. "I can't stand it. Couldn't stand it anymore. I'm saving people who make other people's lives a living hell. How am I supposed to live with myself?"

Vernal shrunk in on herself, Jaune noted that but said nothing.

"I've spent my whole life wanting to help people, and now, due to my own choices, I'm obliged to make other's lives hell by proxy, I couldn't live with myself Jaune. I've always heard, rumors, I guess, that thinks attack people out there." She paused, she shook a little.

"I thought, if I went out, maybe I could do some good, If I got killed by one of those things, maybe, it'd keep someone else alive."

Smack.

Jaune stared at Vernal, she had slapped Amber right across the face. "What the hell, are you thinking?! What right do you have to give up your life? Jaune's right, you should be his, because you can't seem to think at all!"

Jaune blushed.

Phrasing.

"Just because, they're bad guys, doesn't make you a bad girl, sure, they do bad things, but does that stop normal doctors from saving criminals, either? No! You're just doing your job, and if you feel so bad, go volunteers some fucking hours, you damn idiot!" She pulled her into. "What do you think I'd do without you?" Jaune heard her whisper.

He heard Amber start to sob, without thinking, Jaune started rubbing circles in her back.

"Ok, that's nice, but there are pretty good guys who work with us, that you saved." Melanie said sharply. "What? Do you think everyone who works outside the law is just a puppy-eating monster? No, they're just people like you, me, or him. It just so happens, this might be best way to pay they're bills, or the only job they can get."

Amber looked at her. "I know that, but it doesn't make me feel any better!"

"Then shut up," Militia said coldly.

Vernal looked ready to start a brawl, but Jaune put a hand her shoulder.

"Blondies right, you don't have a right to your own life anymore, but it's not his, or yours, or hers. It's ours, it ceased to be your own when you signed on with us to get out of Mistral," She shifted her finger to Vernal. "And, her away from the Branwens, we risked our lives, and connections in Mistral to get you two here." Militia sighed taking a breath. "The least you could do is honor that."

Melanie took over. "Look, I'll admit it, Junior jumped the gun, he shouldn't have done what he did, and we should have tried to curb his anger, but it's too late for that." She took a drink of water, side-eyeing Jaune.

"We'll just have to live with ourselves then." Jaune said tiredly. "Look, I'm not sorry, not at all, I like living, but more than that, I like other people living happily." He drank his glass of water to the bottom. "So, how are we going to solve this? I'm not dying, and I'm not handing them over, this the starting lines on negotiating."

Melanie gave him a brave look. "You and what authority?"

Jaune sighed, then casually pushed her. Melanie and her sister went falling out of the booth.

From on the floor, she looked up at him. "Ok, point taken."

"You were sitting next to me," Jaune pointed out. "I could have done any number of things, but that was it."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever mister muscles." Militia said getting back in the booth.

Melanie sitting back down next to pink-robed boy, nodded. "Alright, but think about this from another point of view. They're homeless, you're a teenager, they have no job without us, or finances, and I doubt you have the means to support them."

Jaune nodded. "Yeah, that's true, but we could figure out something?"

"Look, we're the reason they even got into the Kingdom, without us, they'd have Kingdom Immigration forces breathing down they're necks. Even if you protect them from us, could you protect them from the taxman?"

"What if I marry them?" Jaune said idly, making them freeze up.

"First off, bigamy isn't legal in Vale anymore, second off, you're not of age, they're go to jail."

"Only if my parents don't consent, and they always want more grandchildren."

"That's true, but we're just talking about green-card marriage, getting them knocked up is a huge decision. Can you really afford to be a father, and do your heroing, Mr. Knight?" Melanie added more weight to her argument by the minute.

Jaune shrank.

"If you die, what then? They no longer have your protection, and the children grow up without a father. Your family has to take up the burden, and we are free to target-"

Jaune's hand ghost over her neck, barely stopping himself from snapping her neck. "You touch my family, fuck right or wrong, I will go to war with you. If I have literally tear myself apart to do so, I will, and I swear on my families name, I will leave you, your sister, your mother, father, and the rest of your gang nothing to be remember as but another bloody page in history, am I clear?"

Melanie stared into his eyes, and knew, in her soul, that he was telling her the truth.

"Yes." Jaune retracted his hand, but did not relax.

"Amber," He said calmly. "We're going to renegotiate the contract."

"What?"

The twins stared at him. "What?"

"Bring me to Big Bear, we're going to talk."

"Are you insane?" Militia asked.

"Probably, but, if he's going to find out his son's dead, it may as well come from the killers lips." He turned to look at the car. "And, if nothing else, I imagine he can wait to kill me a bit, if I give him some information."

Melanie leaned forward. "What could you have to offer him?"

Jaune smirked. "Well, you can't tell me, that you're not curious about those monsters, so, what makes you think you're boss wouldn't be either."

------

"Red." Black said ominously. "Where's my books?"

"Ju-just give me a little more time, please?" Red squeaked, hovering back from the eerie presence Black was giving off.

"Oh ho ho, you want more time? What will give me for it?" Black held her hand to her mouth.

Red stiffened. "Are you blackmailing me?"

Black looked at her like she was a idiot.

"Ok, more than you already are!" Red huffed. "At this rate just go ahead and tell them! It can't be any worse, than -, What- what is that in your hand?" Red held a shaking hand at to what Black held.

In her hand, a scroll, it was playing a video of Red. It was a compilation labeled, Magic Red Fails.

It was over two-hours long.

Part 1 of 10.

Red's eyes began to water. "Please, don't." She asked sadly.

"Red." Black said softly. "I'm not Yellow, or Ms. Purple, that won't work on."

"Dag-na-bit!" Red sort of swore.

"Wow, why don't really let me know how you feel?"

"I'm sorry, I just don't like being backed into a corner, alright?!" Red then sighed. "What are your demands, oh great and awesomey, Magic Girl Black?"

Black reached behind her, bringing out a list. Red read it, then kept reading it, then paled as the scroll started to unfurl further and further down till it hung in the air ten feet down from where it started.

It was only after hovering down half-way down the list, that Red realized she couldn't actually read anything on it, as it was just shifting illusionary words meant to take up empty space.

"Did-did you use your magic just for a joke?" Red said confused.

Black didn't blush, but hurriedly rolled up the paper. "I'll just forward it to you later. Don't disappoint me." Then flew away as fast as possible.

Red hung there in the air. "She can make jokes?" Stupefied. "I can tell no one. They will never believe me."

------

It was a generic office building, well-kept, but uninteresting, where the Xiong Family met. If one where to peer from the outside, they could never guess what was going on in the inside.

Jaune sat on the floor before a mountain of man, taller and broader than he was, with flowing grey and black mane of hair, and well-groomed beard.

His eyes were somewhat beady, but they're intense and focused.

Big Bear, Hei Xiong Sr. was dressed similar to Jaune in just a robe, but his was far more formal and expensive.

He was attended to by a dozen, pretty and young women, all barely dressed at all in short, thin silk dresses, and they all looked more than happy to be here with Big Bear.

With a gesture from the man's massive paw, one of them came over and poured them both a cup of some strong smelling fruity alcohol.

"Drink." The man said simply.

"No." Jaune responded.

"It's not poisoned."

"I don't drink. I'm not legal."

"Bufafafa!" The man bellowed, slapping the ground. The ground shook like a dump-truck hit the building. "You're a silly child. What are you? 18? 20?"

"17."

"When I was your age, I'd drink my own weight every night." Big Bear said reminiscing. "Though, I can't say I'm as wild as you are."

Jaune nodded. "I can't say many are." He looked at the drink. "I mean no offense, but I like to be clear as minded as possible, at all times."

Big Bear took his cup and drained in two gulps, his cup was the size of a mixing bowl. "That's not a slight is it?"

"Not at all, but considering I spend most nights on the streets fighting ... things, I try to not be drunk."

Big Bear chuckled. "Usually, it's the other way around, getting drunk most nights and then trying not to get into street fights, but it happens."

There was a pause, with only water trickling from a fountain in the back and the girls moving to fill the void.

"You killed my son," Big Bear said simply.

"I did."

"He was my only son."

"So he was."

"Drink." Big Bear said simply, pushing the cup to Jaune. "To his memory, oh, killer of my blood."

Jaune stared at cup, it was the same size as Big Bears.

Holding it, he held it out. "Cheers, to his memory."

Big Bear had his cup refilled, then met his cup. "To his life."

Jaune drank deeply from his cup, drinking till there was no more to drink. It burned going down, with a heavy musky taste, but it was also sweet and fruity.

"Not bad for a first timer." Big Bear said amused. "More?"

Jaune shrugged. "Why not?"

"Good." Big Bear said. "If you are to die tonight, die with warmth in your veins."

Jaune nodded. "If I am." He took another long drink after his cup refilled, he was starting to feel loose and warmer. He smiled, his eyes watery from the scent of the drink. "So, shall we get down to business."

Big Bear straighten himself out. "Yes." He said seriously. "You want to renegotiate for Ms. Autumn, and her friend? And, your own life, I suppose?"

"Preferably," Jaune said loosely, then smirked. "Or, if you wish, we could negotiate for yours?"

Big Bear blinked at him. "Daring aren't you?"

"Seven women, all with suppressors," He gestured to the scantily clad women, pointing out the hidden weapons on them. "All of them, aimed at me from the moment I enter this room, at least one might hit me, but not before, I can break your neck." Jaune laughed, the drink was getting to him. "Even if they do hit me, I'll make sure to take every one of you bastards with me." Jaune smiled, it was predatory.

Big Bear blinked again. He drank when he met with those that talk with him, to weaken the barriers between them, to lower inhibitions and make them expose they're truth.

He smiled, so this boy's truth was so bloodthirsty?

"Oh, you think you can take me?"

"Oh, definitely. You're bigger and stronger than me, maybe," Jaune sloshed his cup. "But, also bigger, slower, older, and ... and, well, I just have to break you neck once, right?" Jaune leaned back. "I mean even if I don't, you're what sixty? Seventy?"

"59," Big Bear added.

"Whoops, anyway, you're getting older, I don't have to kill you, if I hit you hard enough, you're not going to recover again. You're body is slowing down, and so is your healing. I break your leg, arm, ribs, it won't ever be back to 100%. Then what?"

Big Bear nodded. "Correct, but your point?"

"Might makes Right? I guess?" Jaune stretched. "Lets not play pretend, saying you got this far by being just a good business man and leader, though, I bet that helped, but you're such a big-mother fucker, that you could just throw most men out the door, if you get crippled, and you have no heir, then what?"

"I imagine, I'll be dethroned."

"Exactly, imagine if I kill you, then what? You're whole organization falls apart, decades of work gone in months, because every black-suited jackass here will be scurrying for the scraps you leave behind. No heir, no leader, then all your sub-bosses will think, 'My turn.' Wouldn't they? You don't get to the top by being a nice-guy, right?"

"You sure are threatening my life a lot, for a man here for peace talks." Big Bear said amused.

Jaune shrugged. "You're the one that made me lower my inhibitions, I know what drink does, doesn't make you do anything you wouldn't already do, it just makes you not think twice about it."

Big Bear smiled widely. "I love honesty, what I love about booze, always brings out the realness in people. Can't hide anything, much less anything to yourself." He then sighed. "I like you, boy. Shame though."

"Yeah, can't imagine you're just going to let me get away with everything." Jaune straighten up. "My deepest apologies for you loss." He kneeled till his head touched the floor. "I'd offer my life, but that will not make up for your pain."

Big Bear grunted.

"But, I can not offer you revenge, not yet, I have to give my demands."

"Which are?"

Jaune rose looking him in the eyes. "Move Ms. Autumn to an actually hospital, offer your continued protection to Vernal, do not hold any grudges towards the Malachite Sisters, harm my family, and finally," Jaune took a breath. "Please, do not let my work got unfinished."

Big Bear stared at him curiously.

Jaune stared him pupil to pupil. "The death of the monsters that hunt the night."

------

"So, how's the crush, White?" Yellow asked as they flew over the park.

"How's the black-eye?" White responded.

"What black-eye, - ah!" Yellow then crashed into a ice-berg hovering in mid-air, crashing through it.

White watched as Yellow then slammed through several trees in her fall. "Hmm, they saw vengeance is empty, but I don't know, this feels pretty cathartic." A fire ignited on the ground catching on the broken trees like tinder, as from the ground, as a luminously angry Yellow soared up at White, who gulped and flew away as fast as she could.

"Not as planned, not as planned!" She muttered, as she heard Yellow roared behind her.

------

Big Bear was silent.

"You aren't blind, or deaf." Jaune accused. "You can't possibly think I was solely responsible for all the deaths of your men, do you?" He points to his teeth. "Do you think I am the one who ripped them apart with my great fangs?" He curls his fingers. "Or, do you think I used my sharp, long claws to cut them apart?"

"I know of them." Big Bear said after a silence. "These are what you go out at night to combat, Shadow Knight?"

"For as long as I have been able, for as long as they've existed."

"Hmm, I did not realize you have lived step for step with all of mankind's history. That contradicts your statement of being only 17, who's the real, old man here?"

Jaune's eyes widened. "They go back that far? I thought that they only showed up last year..." He searched Big Bear's face for any lies. "You're telling the truth."

"Yes. How arrogant you are."

"That means-"

"Tales go back as far as the dawn of man, telling story of monsters in the dark, of to beware the night. Tell me, do think they are all fable?"

"No, not now." Jaune stared at him intensely. "Then what do you know?"

Big Bear breathed heavily, his breath still smelling of they're drink. "Not enough."

Jaune smiled bitterly. "Isn't that the truth."

"But, I do know what my own father had told me, what his father told him, my family is old boy, dating back to the founding of Haven herself." His eye suddenly looked much older. "To not go wandering into that dark night, less you find yourself consumed by it."

Jaune listened.

"When I was a boy, around your age, I had everything I could desire. Money. Women. Power. Influence. Friends to drink with. I was the master of my fate, and was set to inherit this seat before you, which I did, but that's a story for another day." He breathed out, he started to tremble. "I thought, I believed truly, that I was unstoppable." He brought his head up, staring at Jaune with haunted eyes. "I met something that was truly unstoppable."

----

White met Black mid-air, stared at each other, seeing panic in one's face and embarrassment in the other.

"We never saw each other." White said quickly, looking behind her for any sign of Yellow.

Black nodded. "Agreed." She saw what looked like a small yellow bonfire approaching from behind White. "Good Luck."

"Thanks, I'll need it!" Then they separated. "Wait! Where's Red? She might be my only hope to calm down her sis-, I mean Yellow."

Black then disappeared, saying nothing.

"Well, that's a lot of help, you are!"

-----

"I had decided one night, to return to my motherland one summer." Big Bear said. "To go back to Mistral, to see the place of my grandfather's birth." He paused, thinking, smiling. "I had been young and full of myself, it was as you said 'a big-mother fucker,' " He smiles pridefully. "I could knock out any man I saw, and have any women I put my gaze on. It did not matter that I was a stranger in a old, old land. I was King. I could not be toppled."

He took a deep drink, his cup empty, he dropped it. A girl came over with a bottle, but he wavered her away. "No, not a drop more for me," He looked at Jaune. "You?"

"Do you want to see me drunk?"

"Bufafafa!" He laughed. "No, I don't think I do, you're bad enough tipsy."

He paused. "Funny, how the Gods write our fate, I only had the one child, and no woman has ever approached me with a bastard." He looked sadly. "I would never turn away a woman, either. Yet..."

Jaune scanned the women around him. Not a single belly-bump on any of them. But, it was obvious to him they're relationship, Jaune could practically smell him on them.

"Excuse this old man his rambling," Big Bear bowed slightly, there was a genuine sorrow in his eyes. "Back to my tale. I was young once, and proud too, I thought I was a master of all I saw. Despite my arrogance, though, I made many good friends in my time in the Old Land. We fought together, drank together, laughed together, I thought I had found by comrades that I could take back with me to Vale. One that would be with for the rest of my life as I tore a bloody swathe through our fair city, till I reigned as her master."

He looked out into the cities night. "It was not to be."

"This was some thirty years ago, the last free years of my life," Big Bear turned to a woman. "Bring me some water, please." She obliged. "I wanted to leave my mark on Mistral before I left, to take my place as you see here."

Jaune looked at him. "You met them didn't you?"

"A big one. I had heard rumors, of something in the deep country of Mistral, where they still practice the old ways, away from our living, they're very spiritual people, powerful too." He looked Jaune over. "But, not like us, brutes. They're power is more subtle and focused."

Jaune looked at him curiously. "How so?"

"They're a slippery people, impossible to touch or sneak up on, and strong enough to slip a boulder in two." He looked at his hands. "If you haven't seen it, you wouldn't believe it."

Jaune thought back to firing point blank into that girl, and not even phasing her. "No, go on, I believe you.'

Big Bear looked at him, then blink. "You've fought one, haven't you?"

Jaune nodded. "If I can help it, I'd like to never do so again."

Big Bear thought for a second. "In this city. Recently," The great man sounded shaken. "It's related to all the property damage isn't?" The man put two and two together. "They're fight those monsters aren't they?"

"You've seen the streak of light at night, haven't you? They weren't meteor, or swamp gas. They're powerful, but they're uncontrollable, unskilled. They're still plenty of monsters that they miss, possibly because of how unskilled they are."

Big Bear breathed slowly. "Bufafa," He chuckled slowly. "You just keep destroying my world, don't you?"

"Not destroying, just making room."

"I had heard stories about people like that too, back in Haven, in the Old Land. Stories of girls of great power?" He looked at Jaune's face. "I see. Back to my tale." He took a drink of water, then smiled. "I got my ass handed to me on a platter by one of those people, it was awe-inspiring. I was so confident, and that lost spurred a fire in me that I never knew existed."

"I know the one." Jaune agreed.

"It made me stupid." Big Bear continued. "I had lost to a person that was half my size, and old. It was embarrassing beyond belief, all my comrades rushed him, they got the same fate. We were fools, he had come to warn us. He knew what we were out here for.

"He knew of the beast out there, generations of his family knew of it, and none had bested it, only survived. The Nuckaleeve."

-----

Red was still hovering in the air, when White flew and hid behind her. "Red! Red! Save me!"

"From what?"

"That!" She pointed at fire-storm approaching them.

"Oh." She patted White's shoulder. "Nice run, kid."

"This is not the time for jokes!"

"Ok, ok!" Red said, then flew at Yellow. "Yellow! Stop, bad Yellow! Bad!" She said with a finger pointing at her accusingly.

"What?! White started it!"

"Did she?"

"I mean ... kinda?"

Red looks at the burning park in the distance. "Sure, she did."

"Argh, fine. Maybe, I over-reacted, just a little bit?"

"Yellow."

"Fine! I'm sorry, White for messing with you."

"Thank you." White said haughtily.

"White." Red said.

"And, I'm sorry for giving in to your provacation."

"Good." Red said, she jerked a thumb at the ground. "Because, we got company!"

Hundreds of Grimm were charging towards them, following Yellow's path.

Yellow punched her hands together. "Good, I could use some stress relief!" She threw a glance at White. "Be glad it's not you."

White smirked. "Want to make a bet? I believe I can slay more Grimm than you can."

"Oh, it's on, my sister from another mister!"

"I'm in too!"

-----

"We chased after it anyway," Big Bear continued. "I called in every favor I could, I had something to prove. I wanted this thing dead, if I couldn't beat that old man, I was going to one up him, prove myself superior, then return home a champion."

Jaune looked at him sadly. "I see."

"I had made many friends during my stay in Haven, many with connections to powerful forces. Millions of Lien spent in one night. Tanks, APC's, Experimental Weapons powered by Dust, Guns, Rockets, Jets, hundreds of men. All led by one brass balled idiot."

Big Bear gestured to himself. "I have never had one moment in time I wanted to turn back more than that night." He moved his hand as if winding back a clock. "We were slaughtered, it wasn't a fight, not even close to one." He shook. "I don't even know I how I survived. I just woke up the next morning, my leg broken, and the remaining men pulling me out. They said nothing to me, but I knew they blamed me, they wanted to kill me. But, for whatever reason, they choose not to. They're are nights I wish they had."

"Your comrades?"

"Dead. Not even enough to bury. Miles of beautiful old country gone, but It wasn't scratched. It rampaged for days, and when we went to where that Old Man lived ... The village was flattened, and he was a not much more than twisted bone and skin. Horrible way to go, the Thing seemed like it had a personal hatred for him, we just pissed it off enough to make it act on it."

"Did ... Anyone?"

"Yes." Big Bear answered bluntly. "A little boy. The Grandson of the Man. I took him in, you know, took him back with me, along with two little infant girls, the daughters of the former heir of ... Well, that's not for you know." He stared at Jaune harshly. "I imagine you can guess."

"I can."

His eyes softened. "I fucked up. Not just on that, but on being a father." He said hatefully, but not to Jaune. "I spoiled him, gave him everything he could have ever wanted, thinking that would make up for taking away his family." He slammed his fist on the floor. "It made him a conceited little shit, who thought the world owed him everything."

Jaune breathed out. "Shit."

"Yes."

Silence reigned.

"What now?" Jaune asked.

"I don't know." He looked at Jaune, eyes uncertain. "I truly don't know. I can't let you go, but I don't blame you either. But, you are a good man, better than me." Big Bear reached into his robe, pulling out a pair of twin axes. "Blood demands blood."

Jaune stood up. "Blood demands blood, however, my demands?"

"Granted." Big Bear said softly. "On my words, for all the meaning it may have to you."

"Everything." He looked away. "Could... You tell my parents I love them?"

"I could."

"In my room, if you search, you'll find everything I have on the Monsters, all my records. How I fought them, how I won, what I know."

"Bow, child."

Jaune knelt.

"Hand out."

Jaune put his hand out.

One of the axes fell into his hand.

Blood dripped down from Big Bear's other hand.

"Cut your hand, boy."

Jaune looked up in confusion.

"As I say."

Jaune made a line across his hand.

"Hold it out."

Jaune did so.

Big Bear, Hei Xiong Sr. Grabbed Jaune's hand, they're blood mingling.

"From this day on, you are a member of the Xiong Clan. Welcome, my heir to the family."

Jaune froze, looking dumb-struck. "You don't want me dead?"

"A little bit, but as you say, I'm old, I have no heir, my men are power-hungry idiots. But you? You're young strong, brave, and most of all, smart. You're what the family needs." He looked down at him. "What is your name, boy? Mr. Shadow Knight, sound a bit too title like."

"Jaune, Jaune Arc."

"Arc?" He paused. "Interesting. Regardless. From this day on, to replace the blood you have spelt, you will take it's place. Rise, Jaune Arc Xiong, my son. For where I have failed, you shall succeed."

Jaune rose up awkwardly. "I still have parents,"

Big Bear shrugged. "Then just call me Uncle Xiong, nephew."

"I'm not a criminal."

Uncle Xiong looked at him like a fool. "No one said you had to be... Well, you already kinda of are. But, that doesn't mean I need you to be a criminal, I have plenty. No, I want you to be my sword in the dark. Against the monsters out there."

Jaune nodded. "That I can be."

Uncle Xiong smiled. "Good." Then he looked down. "Have you not been wearing pants this whole time?"

[pollenallergie]

Billisms

A couple of Billy Knight headcanons because I woke up two hours before my alarm was set to go off <3

If you love Billy, then you’ve also gotta love puzzles… because boy does that man love puzzles. Loves ‘em, loves ‘em, loves ‘em. Back when Jimmy kept him locked away in various hideouts, Billy really didn’t have much to do with all that time, so he kinda just did whatever he could find around the abandoned homes, buildings, and townhouses Jimmy confined him in. In one particular spot, a place in East Ham, there were heaps of puzzles left behind by the previous tenants. So, naturally, Billy took to solving those puzzles and, eventually, kind of grew to love puzzle-solving. <3

He also loves to knit. He started learning to knit while in the hospital because his therapist had recommended it to him as a way to keep his hands busy (one that doesn’t involve carving designs into wood, since the psychiatric hospital didn’t really have the tools for that). In the end, it proved to be quite effective. Plus, he also likes that it allows him to shower you with gifts, since he’s not usually able to actually buy you anything with his current lack of income. Granted, he can really only knit like three or four basic items: blankets, hats, etc. Not that you mind, you’ll take as many hats as he’s willing to make you. <3

Billy’s currently trying to get really good at knitting so that he can open his own etsy shop or something like that; anything to get him some money so that he can start helping with rent and groceries. Of course, you constantly reassure him that you’re totally fine with him not having a job, that you’re just glad to have him around, but, even so, he’d still like to be able to help you out. <3

Billy’s also astoundingly good at painting, sculpting, and drawing, in addition to wood-carving and knitting. Really, he’s just very creative. In fact, his mum used to call him her “little artist” back before she passed. <3

Billy’s oddly dexterous. In fact, he’s quite literally ambidextrous; which you’re incredibly envious of him for. He’ll often abruptly switch hands when writing just to see you scowl with jealousy, all the while something akin to awe twinkles in your eye. The way Billy sees it, he doesn’t have much going for him (you disagree wholeheartedly) and, therefore, also doesn’t have many ways to impress you. So, if being able to write legibly with both hands is the only thing that he can flaunt, then he’ll do so gladly and frequently. <3

Billy is a frequent bath-haver, he just loves baths, especially when you get in the tub with him. He loves being so close to you, feeling your soft skin against his, the relaxing warmth of the bath water, the vulnerability of partaking in such a private and personal activity with each other, and the domesticity of helping each other wash up. He even loves drying off with you after a bath, the two of you swaddled in your warm, matching bathrobes that your mum got you for christmas. Billy especially loves those times where you and him have at-home spa nights. He loves it when you two give each other facials and manicures (he even likes when you occasionally paint his nails for him, even though he usually has to take it off not long afterwards because you’re a bit sloppy and heavy handed with the nail polish). Billy also loves listening to relaxing music, drinking herbal tea or water with mint leaves in it, and snuggling up on the sofa together as you wait for your timers to go off so that you can wash the goopy masks off your face. <3

Billy hates shopping; the fluorescent lights in the stores make him dizzy, the music and the sounds of people chattering disorient him, and being surrounded by so many people makes him anxious. However, he finds that shopping is much more tolerable when he’s doing it with you. He loves that you let him hold your hand and let him remain close to you, he finds that your touch helps ground him during the overwhelming experience. Billy also finds it oddly reassuring that you hate going shopping almost as much as him and for the exact same reasons he does. Of course, he finds no joy in your mutual suffering, but it’s nice to know that he isn’t the only one who suffers from sensitive shoppers’ syndrome (your name for the fatigue, dizziness, and headache that you both often get while shopping). <3

[enkisstories]

The knights follow Connor downstairs. Their victim's robotic body shows cuts and bruises, but isn't impreded in its function.

Somewhere along the way Connor has even found a bathrobe and sandals and put them on.

Simeon: "A bathrobe! Is your "Darth Cole" mocking us, Kylo?"

Kylo: "Of course not. The robe greatly underscores his vulnurability and humility compared to his betters. It is a token of our vastly different power levels."

Simeon: "Whatever you say."

Kylo: "Daniel! I want to see you go at my invention with your lightsaber next. Cole - I brought yours, too. Catch!"

[mayamarvil]

Brucie Wayne in his pink bathrobe

Batman: White Knight #5

[erigold13261]

Ok i know i'm like half a month early but i was thinking about what the nsr devs would have chosen if they made halloween remixes of each battle, complete with the artists getting costumes accordingly like in the winter update

b2j would be a witch and a knight, pretty standard

DJSS would probably work out as a headless horseman complete with punkin head

Sayu would basically be a ghost specifically one from japan but it'd have to be 2 kinds of japanese ghost to account for the manfish phase

i got nothing for Yinu :(

1010 would ironically to their thematics be some ghost pirates though i question if neon j's head in this variation should be a nautical compass in place of a radar monitor

Eve is definitely an undead cleopatra i mean you saw how her building looks like

unfortunately i got nothing for Tatiana either though i guess the mystery man mural would be him as the phantom of the opera [it was different in the winter version, it should be different here]

Meant to reply to this earlier since I wasn't planning on drawing for it but I forgor lol.

Anyway! I like a lot of these ideas!

What would be kinda funny is if May was the knight with a guitar sword and Zuke was a witch with drumstick wands. Like I know a lot of people would make May the witch and Zuke the knight, but I find it funny and more instrument fitting if it was the other way around :3

Love the idea that Nova's costume would be like, super casual kinda like his holiday outfit (it literally just looks like a bathrobe lol) so him having a sheet over his head and being a ghost seems a lot more plausible. HOWEVER! Because this is a game and so the design aspect should be put to a higher degree, them having just a shittily carved pumpkin on their head or even just a plastic pumpkin (heck even an upside down plastic pumpkin bucket would be funny).

For Sayu, if we are going for Japanese ghosts, there's a few we could go for depending on if you want something more scary or just generally creepy. Also if you want one ghost the entire time or to switch it up with each phase.

-So one thing could be the Yuki-onna, which is a kind of snow ghost kinda (sometimes like a snow vampire) or will lure people to a frozen death. Kinda would have more snowy environment with things getting colder and darker as you get to the next few phases.

-Then there could be a Kappa which is like a human-like turtle creature. This one is more related to water, as they tend to stick in rivers. Also the site I am using says they have an affinity for cucumbers so that could be a replacement for Sayu's trident.

-I also like the idea of a Gashadokuro, which is a giant starving skeleton, being used for the neon light phase, like the deep sea version because I just think it would look cool to see a glowing skeleton lol.

-For the actual final phase, the reverse mermaid, Sayu could instead be a Chochin Obake (a paper lantern ghost) instead of a fish. Kinda like how Sayu is a handheld bell for that form during Christmas.

-Each form for Sayu could be a different folk lore from Japan (or even from each country of the Sayu Crew, so like one from India, one from Japan, one from Singapore, one from Vietnam, and one from China).

-Other than that, you could just go with the kinda standard and (what I think is) the most well known Japanese ghost which is the Kuchisake-onna or "slit-mouthed woman." The problem with this is that it might be too much for younger audiences which is what Sayu is aimed at (also probably not something the actual NSR devs would put in the game).

-And for a more general look, you could just have Sayu be a more scary looking mermaid that turns into an angler fish in the final phase (oh! or ze could be a scarecrow! with the trident being a pitchfork and the final phase being either a crow or like a vegetable like a pumpkin or something lol)

Okay, Yinu. I had 2 ideas right off the top of my head. One was Yinu wearing calaveras makeup, which is usually worn on Día de Muertos (which is right after Halloween) or Yinu being a like forest elf or something. I also don't really have much of an idea, same with Mama as she should probably match Yinu to some degree so I don't see the calaveras makeup being something for Yinu to wear as it's also not really a costume and Mama wouldn't want to wear it as such (Yinu probably wouldn't either but I can also see her wanting to wear it since it is so close to Día de Muertos).

If you want to get silly, you could have Mama in a Slenderman costume lol. Her being tall and either not having a face because of a mask or only having eyes could be creepy. Don't know what Yinu would wear. Maybe something generic would be good, which is why I think the elf or maybe a fairy of some sort. I can actually also see Mama being a banshee for some reason (probably because they are related to the death of a family member which kinda fits the whole Yinu and Mama deal with Papa being dead).

When it comes to 1010, I do agree that they should be wearing a group costume design. I kinda like the idea of ghost pirates with Neon being the ghost captain. I don't think you should change Neon's head for this, specifically because they didn't change it for the holiday outfit (just gave him a beard and a hat) so it should probably stick with radar head. MAYBE if you really wanted to change it you could go with a diving helmet, oh wait. Nevermind, I think I misunderstood you lol, you meant change the radar on the screen to a nautical compass, not change the whole head! Lol, yeah I think that would look nice, but probably not something that would happen. (or 1010 could be male succubus, succubi? whatever, something like that as they are supposed to be like sexy idols lol)

I can definitely see the Cleopatra vibe you are talking about. Though I can also see her being some kind of spider queen or playing off of Greek mythology where she is wearing a combo comedy and tragedy mask while always having 4 arms out and maybe even having 4 legs as there is the myth that humans were made with 4 legs, 4 arms, and 2 faces but were split up by Zues (also realized after typing that that Zues and Zuke are really close to being spelled the same, that could be another thing that ties the costume to Eve as she felt split after Zuke left her lol).

I actually have an idea for Tatiana! She could be a gargoyle, like fully grey color scheme with more cracks on her clothes as well as her normal body cracks. She would even have wings on too! But as you fight her in the final fight she turns into a phoenix because of her fire and the wings making her look like one!

Mystery Man being phantom of the opera I feel fits. I don't actually know anything about the phantom other than he's like... mysterious? Maybe, idk. It might be too similar to Eve's Greek costume if that is something you care about. I can also see him as a werewolf for whatever reason. Probably because I think he gets a mustache in the Christmas mural so I can just see him getting hairy because of that lol. Otherwise, I don't really have any other ideas for him.

You make me realize I should probably be planning some new costume ideas for each of the characters for another Halloween picture! I definitely don't want to reuse costume ideas even though it wouldn't hurt anyone to do so, and I was a kid who went as a fox for like 8 years in a row so it wouldn't be completely uninspired to reuse some costume ideas lol.