#path to nowhere shalom
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Pairing(s): Rahu and Shalom x female reader
Warnings: NSFW, transfem Rahu, transfem Shalom, double penetration, overstimulation, breeding, threesome, polyamory.
MDNI
Waking up with two women on either side of you, holding you tightly as if they're afraid to lose you, made you feel protected and loved. However, you couldn't deny the soreness in your body from being held tightly in that position throughout the night.
You groaned, attempting to sit up and free yourself from their grip, but it was to no avail. Rahu and Shalom held you tightly, and from the way they were embracing you, you could already discern which one aimed to protect you and which one desired to dominate you.
"Where are you going...?" Rahu opened her eyes, gently touching your cheek to turn your head and make you look at her. "Bathroom? I could come with you." she suggested before sitting up. She released her hold on you to stretch her limbs.
However, the moment Rahu let go of you, a pair of arms tightly wrapped around your waist. "What's this? Are you paying more attention to her?" you heard Shalom whisper near your ear, pulling you closer towards her body.
You couldn't help but chuckle when Rahu tried to snatch you away, only for Shalom to steal a kiss from your cheek, looking at Rahu with a teasing grin.
"You..." Rahu growled lowly, quickly kissing your cheek as well before glaring at Shalom.
"What? It's not like you couldn't do the things I did." Shalom said, her gentle smile never leaving her face.
It was an everyday occurrence. They were like a loyal and protective dog, one who wanted to keep you all to herself, and a mischievous and graceful cat, one who sought to claim you as her own.
They both knew there was nothing to fight about because you loved them both equally. Still, they couldn't help but vie for your love and affection.
The only thing they could agree on was their desire to make you feel good and happy. Even though they argue while they pleasure you, they share the same goal: to make you feel like you're on cloud nine.
One of the things you find amusing is when Rahu and Shalom make you toss a coin. If it lands on tails, then it'll be Shalom who gets to fill you up first; if it's heads, it'll be Rahu.
Their faces while they wait for you are truly adorable, filled with anticipation and excitement... completely different when they have you writhing and whimpering while they're deep inside you.
You watched them closely, their gazes following the movement of your hands as you tossed the coin in the air. The moment it landed in your hand, they moved closer to get a better look.
"It's… tails." you said, showing the coin to them. If Rahu had a tail, it would be drooping to the ground now, making her look like a puppy who had been accidentally kicked.
Shalom chuckled, wrapping her arms around your neck from behind as she looked at Rahu. "Too bad, huh?" Shalom said in a teasing tone, sticking her tongue out, which made Rahu frown. "Don't tease her too much…" you told Shalom, but she just shrugged.
"Alright, let's get you ready." Shalom is quick to remove your clothes, her hands were gentle but you could feel the desperation in her touches. While Rahu moved behind you, making you rest your back against her body while she embraces you.
Shalom started to remove her clothing, one by one, slowly... making sure to maintain eye contact with you. Your gaze quickly shifted towards her erection, and oh how big she is... makes you wonder how can such thing even fit inside of you.
"You ready?" Shalom asked, her hands gently caressing the soft flesh of your thighs before spreading them slowly to reveal your already wet cunt.
As you mumble a barely audible "...ready." she lifts your chin with her finger and commands, "Eyes on me first." Your gaze remains locked onto hers as she moves even closer, bringing her length right up against your soaking wet heat.
"Open your mouth." she whispered softly, her gentle smile guiding you into submission. Without hesitation, you obey and open your mouth wide for her as she leans closer. Her tongue swiftly darts into your mouth, causing a soft moan to escape your lips.
As Shalom's tongue slowly explores your mouth, she teases your clit with the tip of her cock. The gentle pressure against it causes your toes to curl and hips to buck in search of more contact.
The tip of her cock gently crushing your clit, Shalom's hold on you tightens. Rahu's hands find their way to your breasts, fondling them gently as she begins to bite and lick your earlobe before pushing her tongue in. The combination of sensations is almost too much for you to handle, causing your eyes to roll back in pleasure.
Shalom and Rahu's teasing leaves you trembling with anticipation. When Shalom finally pulls away, a string of saliva connects the two of you as your breathing becomes ragged. Tears form in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure they have given you.
Shalom purred, "So adorable... we haven't even started yet." She gave you one last kiss on the lips before holding your thighs apart and keeping you still with Rahu's help. "You're already dripping wet." she said as her cockhead ran along your wet folds, causing your body to shudder in anticipation.
"Please, hurry..." you mumble, offering yourself to her completely. Shalom aligned her cock in front of your entrance and slowly began to penetrate you. The feeling of her thick length pressing against your tight pussy is almost too much for you to handle as she finally pushed all the way inside.
As you felt yourself being stretched by Shalom's cock, your back arched slightly. Rahu held onto you tighter and leaned in to place soft kisses on your neck before nibbling gently at your flesh. The pressure of Rahu's cock bulging through her pants against your back adds another layer of excitement for you.
"You're so cute..." Rahu whispered in your ear, her voice filled with anticipation. She carefully undid her pants to free her throbbing cock, which was already leaking precum. Shifting positions, she positioned herself near your face as she pleaded silently for you to take her cock deep into your mouth.
As Shalom begins to thrust inside of you in a steady rhythm, your hand reaches out and grasps Rahu's cock. The moment your skin makes contact, Rahu groans loudly and her hips buck forward. Her eyes plead with you for more as she begs for you to take her entire length into your throat.
As you open your mouth wide enough to take Rahu's cock inside, she lets out a soft groan. You begin by swirling your tongue around the head before slowly taking her entire length into your mouth before starting to suck on it eagerly.
Shalom watches intently as she speeds up her thrusts, hitting deeper and deeper inside of you with each stroke. "Pay attention to me too..." Shalom's hand squeezes your breast roughly, causing you to moan muffled sounds around Rahu's cock.
"She's taking us so well," Shalom says, looking at Rahu. "I bet she can take more." Rahu nods in agreement as her eyes never leave yours. "You know how to stop us when it gets too much for you, right?" She asks softly, a faint smile playing on her lips.
Feeling reassured by your nod, Rahu begins thrusting her hips harder into your mouth while still maintaining care not to hurt or overwhelm you. Her hand fixes your hair gently before moving down to caress the side of your face lovingly.
Meanwhile, Shalom continues to drive deep inside of you with steady rhythm, the sensation of being taken so carefully and intimately by both women is exhilarating beyond words.
The room is filled with the lewd, wet sounds of your mouth sucking on Rahu's cock and the squelching sounds of Shalom's entire length sliding in and out of your pussy. The slapping of flesh against flesh echoes through the air.
You start to tear up from the overwhelming pleasure as Rahu's cock throbs against the back of your throat, causing you to gulp down all the precum that leaks out. Shalom grabs both your arms and pulls you closer to her as she starts pounding into you.
As Shalom takes control, her hips buck wildly against yours, accelerating her thrusts deep inside of you. You can't help but let go of Rahu's cock momentarily as Shalom's cockhead presses against your cervix in every powerful stroke. Rahu notices this immediately and holds onto your head firmly while shoving her entire length back into your mouth.
Rahu's voice is full of desire and desperation as she mumbles, "Just a little more..." Her hand tightens on the back of your head to keep you in place while Shalom's cock bulges out in your stomach with every powerful thrust.
Your cries of pleasure are muffled by Rahu's cock as both women reach their climaxes at the same time, filling you with their essence. Thick ropes of cum flow down your throat from Rahu while Shalom buries her entire length deep inside of you, pressing against your cervix and filling every inch of your womb with her seed.
"You're so good..." Rahu praises as she holds onto your head tightly for a moment before releasing it slowly, allowing some air to enter your lungs after she's filled you so fully. She watches as Shalom continues thrusting her hips hard against yours, pressing her cock deeper and harder against your cervix, pushing all of her cum into every corner of your womb.
Your eyes lock onto Rahu's throbbing cock, wet with a mixture of her cum and your saliva. The urge to clean it off overtakes you as you lean forward instinctively, taking her cock back into your mouth once more. You suck on it hard enough for Rahu to let out a deep groan of pleasure.
Shalom pants heavily, her thrusts slowing down and eventually stopping completely. She remains buried deep inside of you for just a few more moments longer – savoring the feeling of being so deeply connected with you in every possible way.
Shalom smirks down at you with satisfaction, her chest still heaving from the exertion. "Good girl," she praises softly as she carefully pulls out of your pussy. "Did it feel good?"
Your pussy grips around Shalom's cock deliciously as it finally releases its hold on you, leaving behind a trail of her cum. You let go of Rahu's cock with a satisfied pop before speaking up, "It was amazing." As Rahu's cum trickles down your chin, Shalom leans in close to wipe it away softly for you.
"We're not done yet... I still have my turn to fill you up." Rahu quickly helps you sit up and then easily lifts your entire body weight onto her lap so that you're sitting down on top of her.
Your pussy rubs against Rahu's cock teasingly as it continues to throb and leak pre-cum beneath you. You lean forward slightly, offering yourself more fully to her.
Rahu's arms wrap around you tightly as she lays back slowly, holding onto your body close to her chest. "Ride me?" she asks in a pleading tone, causing you to laugh softly at her eagerness.
"Please..." Rahu adds with an endearing blush on her cheeks, her hips bucking upwards to rub her cock against your folds teasingly.
"Of course, how can I refuse you?" You lean against Rahu's shoulder for support as she holds her cock still, allowing you to sink down onto it slowly. Her low growl of pleasure fills the room when your wet pussy easily surrounds and engulfs her thick length.
Rahu's hands reach up towards yours, interlocking your fingers tightly together. Her hips buck upwards slightly in response to the sensation, urging you deeper onto her cock with each thrust. You feel yourself opening up more fully around her girth, welcoming every inch of her into your core as if it were made specifically for her.
As you lose yourself in the pleasure of riding Rahu's cock, a pair of hands snake around your waist from behind. Shalom whispers into your ear, "Aren't you forgetting about me?" She gently pushes on you, making you bend down slightly so that your breasts are pressing against Rahu's chest and your ass is now presented to her temptingly.
"Can you take us both?" Shalom asks with a teasing grin as she begins caressing your ass gently, sending shivers of anticipation through your body. Her fingers trail up and down your crack, spreading your cheeks open wider for her inspection. You feel her hot breath against your sensitive skin before you suddenly feel something blunt and hard pressing against your entrance from behind.
"Shalom, wai– ah..nggh!" Your eyes go wide with surprise at the sudden intrusion as Shalom slowly starts pushing her own cock inside of you from behind – stretching you out further than ever before.
You can't see Shalom's face, but you just know she must be grinning widely down at the sight of both her and Rahu taking turns filling your body completely.
Rahu holds onto you tightly against her chest, not letting go even as she thrusts powerfully inside of you in perfect sync with Shalom behind you. Her cock hits all the right spots inside of you, sending waves upon waves of pleasure coursing through every nerve ending in your body. As for Shalom, each thick inch that disappears into your ass is met with a moan from deep within her throat.
Your pussy grips around Rahu's cock tightly while your ass clenches greedily onto Shalom's invading length. It feels like being filled up by two impossibly large and hard members at once.
As Rahu continues to thrust into your pussy, her breathing becomes more labored and she lets out a deep moan of pleasure. "So good," she mutters between ragged gasps for air. "So tight..."
Meanwhile, Shalom's cock inside you feels like it's hitting every single one of your sensitive nerves as she takes advantage of the position to grind against your ass cheeks with each powerful thrust. Her free hand finds its way down to play with your clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight from your core to every inch of your body.
As Rahu continues to thrust into your pussy with all her might, her tongue circles around your nipple before she finally takes it into her mouth, sucking on it with such intensity that you feel like you might float away from the sensation. Your entire body feels like it's melting under their combined assault.
You don't know how much longer you can hold out as Rahu continues to thrust powerfully inside of you while Shalom pistons in and out of your ass, claiming every last bit of your attention for themselves.
Your voice is barely a whisper as you find yourself on the brink of orgasm. "Too much..." you murmur hoarsely, your soft whimpers filling the room now that your loud moans have subsided.
Rahu's tongue flicks against one of your nipples while Shalom pinches and rolls your clit between her fingers – each touch sending shivers down your spine. Their pace doesn't slow even for a moment.
Shalom's voice is hushed, almost a murmur against your skin. "Shh... you can take it." Her thrusts grow deeper and harder as she matches Rahu's pace, pushing both of you closer to the edge.
And then finally – with one last powerful push from behind – Shalom finds her own release inside of you while Rahu follows suit moments later. Their combined moans fill the room as their hot seed spills into and around your body in a thick, sticky mess.
Your body feels completely filled to the brim with their combined weight and presence as Shalom pins you between her own body and Rahu's. You can feel every inch of them against your skin, from their chests pressed against yours all the way down to where they're still buried deep inside of you.
Just as you thought they were done, Rahu held your head still with one hand, burying it in the crook of her neck while the other kept you pressed against her body. Shalom, on the other hand, kept her hands around your hips. It felt overwhelmingly good when they resumed their pounding into your holes.
This time, their movements became more intense. Losing themselves as they started slamming their hips in ecstasy as they enjoy the sounds of your moans and cries. It's as if they were racing towards their climax using your holes, yet you still found yourself enjoying every moment of it.
Your body unconsciously tries to get away from the overwhelming pleasure, but Rahu and Shalom hold onto you tightly. They continue pounding into you like two animals in heat as their loud groans and your moans fill the room.
You grit your teeth, trying your best to keep up with them both. Every inch of you is stretched taut around their cocks; it feels like being taken by a pair of wild beasts whose only goal is to claim you completely for themselves.
"Fuck..." your voice trembles along with your body as you let out a hoarse cry, overwhelmed by the intense sensations coursing through every inch of you. You can barely form the word as Rahu's cock pulverizes your womb again and again – filling it up to bursting point with her thick seed while Shalom's invading length continues to stretch and fill your ass greedily from behind.
Shalom leans back slightly to get a better view of your body trembling and shaking as you lie flatly on Rahu's chest, unable to move an inch anymore. Rahu stares down at your fucked out face with an expression that mixes tenderness with pride.
"How cute..." Rahu murmurs softly before adding with a laugh, "If you keep being this adorable, we'll just keep going for the whole day and night if that's what it takes."
At the mention of more pleasure, Shalom quickly interjects, "That's exactly what she wants. Let's give it to her." She grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your head back so that both women can see clearly into your eyes – searching for any sign of discomfort or pain. But there is none; instead all they find reflected back at them is your satisfied expression, eyes asking for more.
As Shalom lets go of your hair, you collapse back onto Rahu's chest with a contented sigh. Rahu quickly pat your head lovingly before leaning down to place a soft kiss against it – as if she hadn't just filled every inch of your womb with her cum.
"There, there..." Rahu murmurs soothingly. "We'll give you more... much more." She promises, her voice full of unwavering commitment towards satisfying all of your desires.
While Shalom planted soft kisses against your back, you could still feel their cocks throbbing inside of you – a reminder that neither woman intends to stop anytime soon but you could tell they're holding back to give you comfort from how roughly they treated you earlier.
"How about I join Rahu inside this tight little hole of yours?" Shalom's sudden suggestion echoes in the room as she slowly pulls out of your ass, leaving it gaping and leaking her cum steadily. Her eyes then drift down to observe how tightly your pussy grips onto Rahu's throbbing cock.
Rahu's voice holds a note of concern as she shakes her head slightly, replying to Shalom's suggestion. "I don't think she can handle that..." Despite her words, you felt Rahu's cock twitch inside you. You knew how much she wants to try it as well.
Shalom grabbed your hair once again. As she pulls back your head, her other hand rubbing soothingly against the side of your face. "I'm not asking you, Rahu..." She starts off teasingly before adding with a sultry chuckle, "I'm asking our beautiful girl right here... So, want to try? Don't you want to feel us both inside your tight little pussy?" Her words send shivers down your spine and between your legs.
Shalom's eyes light up with anticipation at your nod of consent, her own smile widening into something predatory yet somehow endearing all at once. "Good girl..." She coos softly against your ear.
With that, they both promised to be gentle with you... but the moment they felt how tight you were around them, they immediately went wild. Slamming their cocks into you alternately, making you scream and cry out in pleasure as they took turns hitting your cervix. You were so stuffed full of them that all you could do was pant for air while drooling from the sheer ecstasy of it all.
"...more... so good..." you whispered, your voice carrying the passion and desire in it. They fucked you for hours on end, only changing positions when Rahu picked you up in her strong arms while they continued thrusting into you deeply. All thoughts were driven from your mind as you sobbed in pleasure, your head resting on Rahu's shoulder, biting her hard when it gets too overwhelming. Despite their ferocity, they made sure to comfort you with praises and soft kisses throughout, making you feel exhausted yet satisfied.
#inou works#ptn women x reader#ptn rahu#ptn shalom#rahu smut#shalom smut#ptn smut#path to nowhere smut#path to nowhere rahu#path to nowhere shalom
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"You belong to me"
☆Prompt: Shalom and Reader has been friends since childhood and Reader has always been in love with Shalom until one day, Reader had to move away and she never saw Shalom again. Shalom hadn't figured out her feelings for Reader but one thing she knows for sure is that Reader belongs to her.
☆Warnings: Possessive Shalom, G!P Reader, nothing too intense, quite an innocent reader, Slight Anne x reader, beef between two of my wives (Anne and Shalom)
Growing up in Syndicate, it was not a good life. You got bullied and beaten every day, made fun of because of the way you looked. When you moved to the East Side, under the care of the Nineth Agency, life became immediately better, and it became the best point in your life when you met Shalom. Together you and Shalom battled the world and every danger it threw at you. One thing you knew for sure was that you were in love with her and when you told her, she replied with this, "Oh? You like me? That's quite unexpected. But I can't give you an answer now. I don't understand how my heart works."
The next day, Shalom disappeared. You knew she wasn't dead, but she just randomly disappeared. You grew up years later, still stuck on that beauty. Even after being appointed Chief, and hundreds of women threw themselves at you, you rejected them, your heart and love was for Shalom. But with recent events, you ended up back in Syndicate, and you met a wonderful doctor, Anne. She was gentle and soft spoken, reminding you of Shalom and slowly your feelings dissolved for Shalom and re-grew for Anne. The two of you started hanging out, it wasn't nothing to serious but you saw potential.
You were peacefully in your office when you got a call from the arrest captain that an unknown Sinner was there. She was accompanied by some members of FAC, meaning that she was VIP. She even requested to meet you specifically and when you entered the room, your heart left your body. "Shalom?" You whispered softly.
Shalom had that gentle smile, one you had grown to love and cherish. "Why isn't it the Chief of MBCC? How have you been, old friend?" She smiled, her smile carrying a familiar warmth in it.
"Cut the crap! Where have you been?! Why did you suddenly disappear like that?!" You approached Shalom and pulled her into a hug. Shalom didn't hug back for a few seconds.
"I've been quite alright. How are you? Did you meet anyone interesting these days?" She smiled, a knowing smile.
Now that you met her again, feelings that you've buried deep down resurfaced back again and you suddenly felt it difficult to speak. "I-uh...I no...yeah...."
"Yes? No? Which one is it? Don't be shy tell me." She chuckled slightly.
"...I can't tell you where I was. But all that matters is that I'm back and yes... I've missed you as well." Shalom returned the hug, and buried her face in your neck, inhaling the scent of your body which made goosebumps arise.
"I've heard what happened these past few months. I didn't know my y/n had the courage to stop two black rings," she sat on the chair as you did on the opposite one.
"It was my duty to interfere."
"Hmm? You've gone cold y/n. Did my absence affect you that much?"
"You-" you gritted your teeth before sighing.
"You have no idea how much I've missed you. Shalom I-"
"Shh~ no need to tell me more. I can clearly see how you feel."
"...what do you mean?" You hadn't realised you were crying until you felt a tear rush down your eyes. Quickly, you wiped it away before returning your gaze to a smiling Shalom.
"Why are you here?"
"I've been sent by the FAC to assist the MBCC on their tasks for the next few months."
"I don't need your help. The MBCC is capable enough to handle our own problems."
"Well... don't tell me... tell the FAC."
Facing the FAC was a big no for you. You already have problems with the Nineth Agency so you don't wanna get under the radar of the even higher ups.
You stood up and motioned for Shalom to follow you. The two of you walked through the MBCC building, showing Shalom around. When you arrived at the nurse's quarters, you were immediately greeted by Anne, who had a bright smile on her face. "Ah Chief, I've wanted to see you," she peeked behind you to see Shalom standing behind you with an expression you couldn't read.
"Who is that?"
"This is Shalom, she'll be assisting us for the next few months. Shalom, this is Anne my um... Nurse."
"Nurse? It's a pleasure to meet you Anne," Shalom smiled bitterly. Anne returned the smile.
"Likewise Shalom." Although no words were spoken after that, you could tell that a battle had started between the two. Anne didn't sense any good vibes from Shalom and Shalom didn't like the fact that Anne was close to you.
"Well uh-we-we-i have to keep showing Shalom around. I'll see you later, babe-um I mean Anne."
Anne looked at you with a raised eyebrow. Why did you change your nickname from babe to Anne. "Are we still on for tonight, Chief? I've bought a beautiful red dress that I'd love to try on for you!"
"Ah, yes yes I-we're still on." You nodded before hurriedly pushing Shalom out. The two of you headed back to your office where you immediately collapsed onto the couch.
"Anne huh? More like babe," she chuckled darkly. You didn't understand why she suddenly changed behaviour but all you understood was that Shalom was jealous and it was radiating off of her like perfume. "Do you think that the higher ups will let this slide, Chief?"
"T-they don't know."
"How long do you think this secret will be hidden? Eventually, they will find out. I advice you to quit your relationship with that nurse of yours." Something in her tone suggested that she was pissed.
"Okay? And why do you care all of a sudden about who I date huh?" Shalom chuckled as she straddled your lap, cupping your face while stroking your cheek.
"Because my dear Chief, you belong to me."
#shalom x reader#path to nowhere shalom#ptn shalom x reader#shalom ptn#ptn shalom#shalom ptn x reader#ptn#path to nowhere#shalom#anne#ptn anne
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if three of us in the same room together one of us will get pregnant and it's ME
#OH LORT PLS ONE CHANCE I CAN TAKE THEM#fvck im drooling over them i want them to [censored] me#honkai star rail#hsr kafka#kafka honkai star rail#kafka#path to nowhere#ptn#shalom ptn#ptn shalom#path to nowhere shalom#hot women >>>>>>>
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Eyes- Before.....
Eyes now..
#path to nowhere#ptn#game#gameplay#sinner#path to nowhere character#ptn character#ptn shalom#ptn christina#ptn oak casket#ptn zoya#ptn hamel#ptn hacate#ptn rahu#path to nowhere rahu#path to nowhere zoya#path to nowhere chief#path to nowhere shalom#path to nowhere oak casket
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all the wolf-like strong possessive and powerful sinners become domestic puppies after their child is born i swear to god. soft and nice bunny-like sinners get extremely supportive and even softer than before and mischievous cat-like or bird-like sinners become an absolute disaster they spoil their child as much as they can and they teach them lots of... things. not always the best things but hey does it matter? who cares! their child is happy! they're laughing and smiling and simply enjoying their parent's company. so what matters more? some social policies...? never!
YAASSSS I AGREE 1000% this is gonna get long so I'll need to put a read more...I got carried away 😳 If you want more added, lemme know! 🤩
Zoya becomes a very compassionate and protective parent. She always makes sure to deal with her children's needs while helping you out with anything around the house. She dresses up, tea dates, and spoils them!
Rahu is a bit awkward still and more protective than any other parent. She will ensure their safety no matter what and might be deemed around them too much. However, she has the gentlest touch with them because she's afraid of harming them in anyway.
Ninety-Nine has a bit of clueless aura with her. She never envisioned herself as a parent, but here she is. She relies heavily on you until she gets her own groove, but she is very loving and caring to her children. She may teach them a few nasty habits!
Shalom is ironically a tender and loving parent. She teaches her children so much about the world but doesn't shy away from the bad. She warns them and prepares them when their older. She loves having tea parties with them and sitting down reading books with them.
Langley is one of the strictest parents out of the women. It's simply because she expects so much from her children and knows they can do it! She is very caring and teaches them all they need to know. She prefers sitting with them and teaching them, not some tedious tea parties. A little coaxing she'll cave.
Coquelic is very supportive and yet stern. She has a very creative view of everything. She insists on her children to look into gardening, but if they dont, it's okay! She supports them no matter what they choose to do and encourages with a smile on her lips.
Cinnabar is the most fun-loving mother. She's protective, caring, compassionate, and soft. She looks out for every one of her children with a watchful eye and does whatever they want to do, as long as it's not bad, of course! She always insists on family time to form a bond that is one of the strongest yet. Her family means everything to her.
#claire talks#path to nowhere#ptn#path to nowhere x reader#ptn x reader#path to nowhere langley#path to nowhere zoya#path to nowhere ninety-nine#path to nowhere shalom#path to nowhere rahu#path to nowhere coquelic#path to nowhere cinnabar
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I don’t know why but I have been thinking about Shalom and Rahu x fem!paradesis (or however you spell it) reader. Like they’re paired up for missions and stuff 😭😭😭
Here you go, anon! I figure that any Paradeisian that dates Rahu and Shalom is either already doubting Paradeisos or can be radicalized quickly. Also, these headcanons are mostly canon-compliant, but assume two divergences: 1) Rahu has been Shalom's bodyguard for longer than in canon, and 2) Paradeisos suspects something is fucky with Shalom. I spent a lot of time focusing on the pre-relationship, so if you want more, feel free to ask for a continuation!
This is 2.2k words, by the way. So I'm putting it under a cut to respect people's dashes.
Shalom and Rahu x Fem Paradeisos!Reader
When you first get paired with them for missions, they’re both… distant. On their guard.
Shalom is so polite and pleasant with you, it’s eerie. Rahu simply deigns not to talk to you unless you do so first, and when she does speak with you, her responses are short and sharp.
You’re used to the politics of Paradeisos leaving little room for niceties and frivolity, but these two feel like it’s something else. You can’t help but feel that you’re missing something you should really be aware of, but when you look around you, no one else seems to be bothered by it. Not even Shalom’s Schorl. Maybe it’s all in your head?
(You know that it isn’t, but what can you do about it?)
Honestly, you have no idea why your superiors keep assigning you with these two. Doesn’t Shalom have the entire HUSH system at her disposal, not just Rahu? And that’s without even mentioning the incredible power of her Schorl. All of it reeks of Paradeisian politics and you can’t help but feel like you’re just a pawn in a very intense game of chess with countless dimensions. Well, everyone is, but usually you can ignore the fact and get on with your duties. Not this time.
When your superiors have you report in secret at the end of the first month, you’re sure of it. They ask you all sorts of questions, but all of them relate to one topic – Shalom’s loyalty. It was in question? You’re baffled. You’re not privy to the details of her situation, it’s far above your station, but Shalom still never seemed like the type of person who’d betray Paradeisos. Rahu, maybe… but your superiors seemed to care as little for the Hush’s bodyguard as one would care for a slug beneath their boot.
Still, what can you do but answer honestly? You’ve not seen anything strange from either of them that would call their loyalty into question. You have no idea if this is the answer Paradeisos wanted to hear; the official you are speaking to has a completely unreadable expression, as always. He simply takes a few more notes and dismisses you, thanking you for your cooperation.
This continues, and you have to report on Shalom and Rahu’s activities every month. You get the feeling that the pair know why you’re truly here, and that’s why they’re so cautious of you. You don’t really blame them, as while you don’t have any evidence, you’re pretty sure that they must have something to hide. Paradeisos won’t care about mere speculation, though; it’s a blessing in some ways, since the unease you’ve been feeling about this whole situation has only grown stronger.
Paradeisos has really fucked up somehow; it’s the only impression you get of the whole thing. Much as it makes you feel like you’re walking directly into the lion’s den, you quickly come to the conclusion that you’ll never know peace unless you figure out just what is going on behind the scenes.
It’s impossible to catch Shalom without her Schorl, and you don’t want it reporting on your actions to Paradeisos. You’re not as valuable to them as the Hush, you’re expendable; if they so much as suspected your betrayal as they did with her, you’d be executed immediately. That left you with only one choice; speaking to Rahu. It was not a thrilling prospect.
Rahu didn’t like being in your company at the best of times, so interrupting her during a moment of repose did no favors for her mood. Her dark eyes glowered at you, lips twisted into a frown, almost a snarl. Still, it wouldn’t help her temper any more if you just left without saying anything, so you steeled your resolve and forged ahead.
“Rahu, sorry to interrupt you like this. I just want to ask you a few questions,” you began, and it wasn’t exactly Paradeisian to want to wither under somebody’s gaze, but the bodyguard looked for all the world like she was imagining one hundred different ways to kill you here and now. “It’s about you and Shalom… At the end of each of these past few months, Paradeisos has been asking me strange questions, ones that seem to call Shalom’s loyalty into question, and I wanted to know–”
You didn’t get to finish your sentence before Rahu lunged for you; you could hold your own in combat, but you were no match for a powerful Sinner like Rahu. The struggle could barely be called that, and within moments you were pinned helplessly on the ground, Rahu’s blade a hair’s breadth from your neck, bloody fury making her silver eyes seem to glow. Even as it marked your imminent demise, they were as breathtaking as they were terrifying.
“I knew you were a Paradeisian mole,” she growled, her hot breath tickling your face. “Shalom said the best thing to do was keep acting normal, but if you’re getting this nosy, no need to keep you around any longer.”
Her blade pressed into your skin, droplets of blood welling to the surface. You weren’t going to survive this – she wouldn’t listen to anything you had to say – but you resolved to keep your eyes open and at least face your demise with some degree of dignity.
However, that final blow never came. Instead, you heard the door swinging open, and Shalom’s voice sighed. “Did you two get into a fight? Rahu, let her up. I’m sure whatever you were arguing about isn’t worth killing her over.”
Rahu gave you a venomous look, but obeyed her lady’s orders, standing up and withdrawing. You were left on the floor, reeling in shock, unable to process what had just happened and instinctively taking Shalom’s offered hand. It was softer than you thought.
“Please forgive Rahu for her outburst,” Shalom said to you with a smile that almost felt sincere. “She’s been restless lately. I should have paid better attention to her. I’ll talk with her to make sure this doesn’t happen again. May I treat your wound?”
You’re honestly too shocked to do anything but accept her offer, and she guides you to sit down. Her hands are surgeon-steady as she dabs disinfectant into your wound – a shallow cut, really, it didn’t call for this almost-clinical care – and she’s surprisingly tender about it. Your heart flutters even as you press your lips together to silence a hiss of pain.
That month, the stern-faced official who receives your reports asks you a new question. “Schorl reported that you were attacked by the Hush’s bodyguard. Could you report the incident in more detail? We will eliminate the rogue element if it will prove a threat to your work.”
Your work, more like a threat to Paradeisos. You paused, careful to make it look like you were taking a moment to recall the incident. Without a doubt, this was a test from Shalom. Apparently, she had seen something that she was willing to trust in you, despite everything; she had to have known that what provoked Rahu to almost kill you wasn’t just a simple disagreement. Yet, the fact that she dared to issue this test in the first place… Surely she knew that you had the power to have her most trustworthy ally killed, right here, right now. Knowing her reputation, that meant only one thing: she was sure you’d cover for her and Rahu.
She was right. You spun a story about how you’d accidentally provoked a spike in Rahu’s Mania, which, in a Sinner as volatile and powerful as her, had quickly led to violence. You were pretty sure this would get Shalom scolded for not disciplining her dog better (you were certain that’s how Paradeisos viewed Rahu), but that was a mere slap on the wrist compared to the alternative.
When you next returned to Erica Villa, Rahu was waiting for you. You half-expected her to finish the job from last time, seeing as her gaze upon you was still distrustful. At least it wasn’t downright venomous anymore. Instead, she just grabbed you by the arm – firmly, but not roughly – and muttered “we need to talk” before dragging you into a room and locking it behind her.
Inside this locked room, Rahu admits that Shalom’s loyalty is to nobody but herself, and Rahu will faithfully serve her lady alone until her dying breath. She doesn’t know the details, but Shalom’s plan would ultimately undermine both the Underground and Paradeisos. The first thing was undoubtedly a good thing, and you were starting to suspect the second might not be so bad. Apparently, since you hadn’t reported the true nature of Rahu’s attack to your superiors, you were seen as a possible ally, trustworthy enough to be privy to Shalom’s designs – “but if you become a liability, I’ll kill you where you stand,” Rahu added.
You had no intentions of betraying these two, of course, so you accepted the offer so graciously posed to you. Rahu still didn’t look like she was entirely happy with the arrangement, but she was willing to yield to Shalom’s judgment. So it was that you began aiding the two properly; Shalom would give orders to Rahu through their special connection, who would then pass them on to you. Paradeisos didn’t cease their monitoring of the pair, but didn’t seem to be aware that you were no longer serving their interests, which worked out well.
This new arrangement gave you a chance to be closer to Rahu and Shalom, too, and it caused you to notice things you’d never paid attention to before. Rahu was a gruff, scarred soldier, but there was a certain melancholy in her eyes that caused tides of sorrow to swell within your own heart. She protected Shalom, and to an extent, you, so faithfully, but sometimes you couldn’t help but feel as if she was the one who needed a guardian… and every now and again, it seemed as though Shalom filled that role for her, bringing her a much-needed comfort.
Shalom, on the other hand… You started to notice she was not as machine-like as she first appeared. How much of her typical pleasantry was a farce, you didn’t know; that was par for the course with Paradeisians. But what she couldn’t fake was the warm glow in her eyes when her gaze lingered on Rahu, or the way her touches lasted a moment longer than they needed to when she tended to the bodyguard’s cuts and scrapes (and occasionally more serious wounds). Schorl didn’t notice it, perhaps couldn’t notice it, but you did. It almost looked like… love? But that was impossible, wasn’t it? If Rahu and Shalom were in a secret relationship, surely you’d know by now. Surely that was something you could be trusted with? You had to admit, it sounded kind of cute, even if it made your heart twist in an uncomfortable way.
Well, you guessed it wasn’t really any of your business. You tried to put it out of mind…
“Huh?” You were sure you’d misheard Rahu. “You… want me to join your relationship?”
Rahu rolled her eyes, but the effect was largely lost due to the pink flush that ran from her cheeks to her ears. “If you don’t want to, just say so, and we’ll forget this conversation ever happened.”
Of course, you very much did want to join their relationship, and you accepted with a giddy glee that Paradeisos would surely disapprove of. Good thing they’d never know.
Dating Shalom and Rahu was… interesting. Dating Rahu was definitely the easier part, as far as the traditional image of a relationship went – without Schorl’s 24/7 monitoring, you two were able to steal plenty of private moments in locked rooms. Rahu wasn’t much of a talker, so your relationship with her is full of passionate physicality. She kisses you like she’s drowning and you’re her only source of oxygen, and you often have to remind her not to leave marks in places that are hard to hide. You suspect she’s compensating for not being able to touch her other girlfriend, and the marks you do permit her to leave tend to last for days, both silent declarations of devotion and territorial claims to spite Paradeisos, even if they would never know.
Schorl made dating Shalom a whole lot harder than you would’ve liked. You can’t say pretty words of adoration or cuddle and kiss each other without landing you both in scalding water that may very well end with you all three of you killed. So, you have to compensate with more subtle acts of love, such as waking up early to make breakfast in bed for the other instead of one of the maids, or finding excuses to pretty much stay glued to one another for “protection” during missions. It’s not easy, but now that you know how Shalom expresses her love, you are never left in doubt of her feelings.
Despite how difficult the relationship can be at times, you’d never consider breaking up with Shalom and Rahu. You’re overwhelmingly happy, and you hope every day that Shalom’s labor will soon bear its fruits, and you’ll all be free from your yokes – or at the very least, that Paradeisos won’t bring you all crashing back down to earth.
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Shalom interrogation [spoilers]
Best actress award goes to.....
Her interrogation did not really answer everything but gave us even more information about her and why is she like this, which is nice bc thats usually how intero works. And with Shalom's interrogation this is where i finally finished the anniv. event. Im so happy about the Flora Unfurl event it was very fulfilling to play so many rewards, so many things added in the update and the pity system this event is so sweet to me f2p 🥹 i couldnt asked for more (well maybe ch13 of main story lol)
I'm so unsettled of how chief is before. I WANT TO KNOW MORE. So this is before the the awakening of chief in the prologue that is why chief cannot remember Shalom
#path to nowhere#path to nowhere shalom#ptn#i really believed in her for a quick sec#this is the third time i fell for her acting#🤡#ptn shalom#major spoilers
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spoilers for shalom's interrogation below!
so many things going through my mind, i did not expect what happened, to happen. this might have changed my views on shalom a little bit. it was so good? so many lore? not only shalom lore but the story lore too. so, the reason why it says "no need for shackles" when you look at her profile is because she has already been shackled by chief in the past, without chief knowing it. with that, chief manage to "shatter" shalom. cause of that, shalom had some kind of a rebirth. maybe that's why shalom has this slight fondness with chief while she was at mbcc or is it just me who sees it?
in the last phase of the interrogation, i honestly did not expect shalom to let donald take chief away. i also did not expect for donald to show up and be an actual sinner. i was surprised. maybe shalom doesn't want the person who helped her to be in the hands of paradeisos?
also, that scene in the cell. aisno knew what they were doing with that one. i am so glad i played this with my earphones.
if you have done shalom's interrogation. please, let's discuss it here or send me asks about it! its really hard to love a game this much without talking about it to someone who also plays the game.
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I have been thinking of Shalom's interrogation lately because it's very interesting to me and she is a very complex character! I am one of the people that would really want to see her again at some point, and to learn more about her past and her history with Chief !
To my understanding, Shalom is obviously a very manipulative person, more than the average person in the PtN universe. She is trapped in a situation and she can' t get what she wants, which is freedom, by asking for it or actively seeking it so she as to use others as means to that end.
Which obviously is the reason why she is so cruel, because she doesn't regard their feelings. However, I do think she does care to some extent about Christina, Rahu and even Chief. Just in the extend she can becaus e of her... Situation.
Buuuut, I think Shalom hws the 'big picture, the end justifies the means' kind of mentality. So I think she is like, 'well, I am going to hurt you, and it will suck but it's all so we can all be free. '
I am not sure about this at all, obviousl y, it's just my understanding of course. Feel free to let me know more, I'd love to talk about this !
But I do have a question as well. Spoilers for her interrogation if you want to read it yourself !
In the last phase, when she visits the chief, she does this whole thing of holding their hand and being vulnerable in a way, but it said after that, that she finished with her 'show', aka acting caring like that.
But I still havent understood why she would pretend? I'm not denying she did, I just don't see why. If someone could let me know, that would be very nice :')
Thank you if you read this far! Leave a comment -or a message - i f you want to talk about this some more! It would be my absolute pleasure, really !
Remember to drink water, have some good food and care for yourself!
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Path to Nowhere Shalom Cosplay Costumes
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Pairing: Shalom x female reader
Warnings: NSFW, praise kink, cunnilingus, strap-on, cursing, cowgirl, nipple stimulation, biting, squirting.
Author's notes: My praise kink is acting up whenever I see her so I'm just indulging myself...
MDNI
"Stay loyal to me, and I'll ensure you're rewarded."
Shalom's words never left your mind. You've eagerly anticipated the day when you'll finally receive your well-deserved reward for staying loyal to her and obediently following her orders.
As you sit beside the bed, watching Shalom rest, you can't help but imagine the wonderful reward you might receive when she wakes up. Perhaps she'll cuddle you, pat you on the head, or maybe a kiss? You're not asking for much, really; you just want her attention focused on you.
Shalom is taking longer than usual today; perhaps she's been too tired. But you don't mind; you continue to shift your position on the chair you're sitting in as you wait for her to wake up. Leaning back and sighing, you decide to close your eyes, seeking a bit of rest yourself, even if just for a while.
As usual, you dream of Shalom's touch, her embracing you and offering praises. It's a dream you'd never grow tired of...
Feeling a gentle touch on your cheek, you leaned closer to it. It felt so real and warm... until you opened your eyes and saw the person you've been dreaming of: Shalom, caressing your cheek with her usual gentle smile.
"Did I wake you up? I'm sorry." Shalom retracts her hand, and you frowned at the loss of her touch, but you tried to keep your composure. "No, you didn't... I was just closing my eyes." you quickly say to her. Now that she's awake, the butterflies in your stomach grow wilder. Her presence alone is enough to make you a bit nervous and excited.
A brief silence followed, just the two of you gazing at each other. As much as you wanted to look at her, to stare and appreciate her beauty, you couldn't maintain eye contact for too long. Her smile and gaze always flustered you.
You heard Shalom chuckle, and oh, how that made your heart race. You shifted your gaze back to her, and she was looking at you with an amused smile. "Is there anything you want to say to me?" she asked in her usual gentle and soft tone.
There is... there's a lot you wanted to say. But for now, you just wanted to say how beautiful she looked and how much you desired your reward now, but you didn't want to sound too needy.
"There's nothing..." you trailed off as you looked at her, but she didn't seem too convinced. You had to say it. She probably knew what you wanted, anyway; she just wanted to hear it from you.
You took a deep breath, gathering the courage you needed before speaking. "I would like to... have my reward now." you said in a low voice, trying your best to maintain eye contact with her.
Shalom gave you a nod, and you watched as her hand moved toward your head, patting it gently as she looked at you lovingly. You tilted your head down, offering it for her affection. "You've been very obedient... good girl, good girl." she praised, and you couldn't hide the smile on your lips anymore. Perhaps your cheeks were a bit red right now, but that didn't matter.
Your heart was racing like crazy, and you were a bit worried that Shalom might be able to hear it. The gentle touch of her hand made your knees weak, and you just wanted this moment to last forever.
You felt so satisfied the moment Shalom lifted her hand, indeed, it was a reward, you thought. You wouldn't mind serving her for the rest of your life. Then Shalom moved her hand towards your chin, lifting your face up carefully.
"I'm looking forward to spending more days with you." Shalom says with a smile. She gently pulls your face towards her as she leans closer as well. She's so close that you have to close your eyes, just so you won't get too flustered.
She cupped your cheeks with both of her hands, and you felt her breath against your face. Is she going to kiss you? Your heart raced faster at the thought. But then you felt her soft lips against your forehead, making you open your eyes.
"Ah... thank you." you mumbled softly as you looked at her. Thinking it was done, you tried to pull yourself away, but Shalom isn't letting go of you. "I'm not done yet..." Shalom says, and you quickly nodded, staying still for her.
Shalom planted soft kisses on your nose, both of your cheeks, and then on your chin. This is what you've been dreaming of—receiving her affection like this. Your heart had calmed down, somehow. Her touch was relaxing, and her kisses gave you comfort.
Shalom stayed close to your face, looking into your eyes. You noticed her gaze shifting toward your lips before returning to your eyes. "May I?" she asked softly. You blinked repeatedly, pondering what she meant, although you already knew deep inside.
"Yes... please." you almost whispered, and Shalom chuckled at your response. "No need to be so stiff, okay?" she said, moving her face closer and closer slowly.
You nodded with a smile, and Shalom noticed your hands moving around, perhaps uncertain of where to touch. So her hand reached for yours, the other staying on your cheek. "Close your eyes..." she said firmly, yet it didn't sound like a command. You held her hand with both of yours as you closed your eyes.
Shalom gave your hand a light squeeze, as if letting you know that she's about to do it, and then she did it—soft lips pressing against yours. You held her hand tightly, leaning closer to her. Your lips parted slightly, catching hers in between yours.
You couldn't help but sigh in satisfaction as your lips brushed against each other in a tender kiss. Shalom's hand moved towards the back of your neck, pulling you even closer to deepen the kiss.
As if on instinct, your tongue moved towards her lips, tracing them with it as if asking for permission. Shalom responded by wrapping her arms around your neck and opening her mouth slightly, inviting you in.
Her tongue met yours in a delicious exchange, teasing and exploring every curve of each other's tongues. As the kiss deepened, you felt Shalom pulling you closer still until you were almost sitting on her lap. She arched her back slightly, pressing her body against yours as if trying to melt into your embrace.
You pulled away slightly, trying to catch your breath as a string of saliva connected you both. Shalom's tongue stuck out a bit, and her gentle eyes locked onto yours. "Keep going..." she whispered, encouraging you further into the moment.
As if in response to her words, an irresistible force drew you back towards her. You felt yourself being pulled down until you were on top of her, with her legs wrapped tightly around your waist.
You looked down at Shalom, her hands caressing your neck and ear as she gazed up at you with a smile. You couldn't help but wonder if this was part of your reward, or perhaps, if Shalom is more fond of you than you think.
"You gave yourself to me... and that is why I'm giving myself to you." Shalom trailed off, her voice barely above a whisper. She reached for your hand, guiding it slowly towards her chest.
Your breath caught in your throat as she placed your palm against the soft mound of flesh there. "Take me." she added, squeezing your hand gently between hers.
You stared at Shalom for a moment, her eyes locked onto yours as you gently squeezed one of her breasts. She let out a soft sound that was somehow both adorable and incredibly arousing. Unable to resist any longer, you began to fondle her other breast as well, your thumbs rubbing circles over the sensitive skin there.
Shalom arched her back slightly in response, offering herself more fully to you. The look on her face was one of pure surrender mixed with desire - it was clear that she wanted this just as much as you did.
"You're so soft." you mumbled, your fingers continuing their gentle massage. You couldn't help but notice how Shalom's nipples were starting to perk up and become more prominent through the thin fabric of her blouse.
"Mhm... that feels good," Shalom hummed softly. She reached up to your face, her thumb tracing gentle circles along your cheekbone as she looked at you with a mix of tenderness and anticipation. "What do you want to do now?" She asked quietly.
"You're not planning on just touching my breasts, are you?" Shalom asked with a teasing tone. Your cheeks flushed slightly at her words - did that mean there was more she wanted? or maybe you could do more with her?
"I want to make you feel good..." You replied, your voice a low rumble. "I want to... do more." With that, you squeezed her breasts gently but firmly once more - this time, just a bit harder than before. Shalom let out a soft moan of pleasure at the sensation, arching her back further into the mattress beneath her.
Shalom let out a sigh before chuckling. "More? I'm willing to give you all of me." she said, her arms wrapping around your neck as she ran her fingers through your hair. Her gentle touch felt so soothing that your mind could only focus on her.
No more words were needed. You leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against Shalom's forehead. Your lips lingered there for just a moment before you gently cupped her cheeks in your hands.
Her eyes met yours once again - this time full of nothing but pure desire and invitation. It was as if she was daring you to take things further... and you couldn't help but be tempted by the offer.
As Shalom began to undo her own blouse, you couldn't help but watch in fascination as she slowly bared herself to you. Her bare chest was even more inviting than when you had seen it before - there was something about the way she offered herself up to you that made your heart race and your blood boil.
When she finally pulled your head down between her breasts, you didn't hesitate for a moment longer. Your mouth found one of her nipples almost instantly, tongue circling around it teasingly as you sucked gently on the sensitive flesh. She let out a soft moan, arching her back further into your touch.
"Hah... you really are mine," Shalom mumbled in between soft sounds of pleasure. "So eager to serve and please..." Her fingers continued to run through your hair as she watched you suckle at her nipple, the other now twisting gently between your fingers and you could feel her body tense and shudder slightly underneath yours.
Just as you were about to move onto her other breast, Shalom stopped you with a smile. The way your expression quickly turned shocked and sad made her laugh softly. "We're not stopping, don't make that face." She assured you gently, pecking your lips before pushing herself out of your embrace to reach underneath her bed.
Your eyes widened in surprise when she pulled out what looked like... a strap-on? You couldn't help but stare at it - the length of the toy held tightly in her hand, ready for use. It was quite large indeed, almost intimidating.
"I want you to use this on me," Shalom told you softly, "can you do that?" For a moment, you were taken aback by the request. But then something inside of you clicked into place - this was exactly what she wanted from you. With a nod, you took the toy from her hands gently.
As you slipped the strap-on onto yourself, Shalom quickly undressed herself completely. Her body was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp now, and it was hard not to get lost in her beauty for just a moment longer.
Shalom watched you intently as well. She couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at seeing how eager you were to please her - and how willing you were to try new things for her sake.
"I'm done." You told her softly, giving one last tug on the straps securing it in place. She smiled slightly at your nervousness before motioning towards the edge of the bed.
Shalom sat on the edge of the bed, slowly opening her legs to reveal her wet pussy. You couldn't help but gulp at the sight.
"Come here," She motioned with a finger, beckoning you closer. The moment you were in front of her, she smirked. "Kneel." Without hesitation, you quickly dropped down onto your knees before her.
You looked up at Shalom as her hand slowly rested on top of your head while her other hand reached down to spread her wet pussy lips apart with gentle fingers. The sight of her clit peeking out from its hood made you shiver with anticipation.
"I want you to make me cum with your mouth first," She told you softly, looking deep into your eyes. "Do you understand?" With that, she gave a firm tug on your hair to keep you locked in place.
"I understand..." As you leaned closer, Shalom's warmth enveloped your face. Your tongue started to yearn for contact with her wet folds, and when it finally did, it was a moment of pure ecstasy. The tangy-sweet flavor of her juices filled your mouth as you began to lap at them eagerly.
Shalom moaned softly in response, her fingers digging into your hair slightly more firmly. She loved the feeling of being worshipped like this; there was something so intensely erotic about having another person focus all their attention on bringing her pleasure.
With each lick and stroke of your tongue against her sensitive flesh, she felt herself growing even wetter. Her hips began to rock forward instinctively, pushing her clit harder against your eager mouth. "Oh fuck," She breathed out between gasps for air. "That feels so good..."
Shalom's moans and praises echoed through your mind, sending shivers of delight down your spine. You felt a newfound sense of power knowing that you were bringing her so much pleasure.
With renewed vigor, you focused on her clit once more - sucking it gently between your lips as you pressed your tongue against the sensitive nub. As she arched her back in response to your ministrations, you took things one step further by pushing your tongue deep inside her pussy.
Her juices continued to flow freely now; coating your mouth and chin. It was a messy affair - but both of you loved every second of it. "G-Good girl," She mumbled out softly between gasps for air. "Keep doing that... don't stop..." Shalom gripped your hair tighter, making you groan in response
As you felt Shalom's inner walls start to pulse around your tongue, you knew she was getting close. You looked up at her, watching as her eyes closed and her chest heaved with each ragged breath. It was a sight that sent shivers of excitement down your spine - something you never thought you would see.
Shalom held your head in both of her hands now, digging her nails into your scalp slightly as she ground her hips against your face. She needed more; she could feel it deep within her bones. Without hesitation, you obliged: licking harder, sucking harder, pushing deeper inside of her than ever before.
Her cries of pleasure filled the room now, echoing off the walls as her body trembled from sensation after sensation. "Fuck," She gasped out between moans. "I'm cumming... I'm cumming so hard..." And then she did – hot waves of ecstasy coursed through her veins as she came hard on your face, body trembling and her legs wrapping around your head.
As Shalom's orgasm finally subsided, you continued to lap at her juices eagerly - swallowing every last drop of her cum. She smiled proudly down at you now, reaching out a hand to gently ruffle your hair. "You're so fucking good..." She murmured softly, still caught in the afterglow of her climax.
As Shalom pulled you up, her fingers traced lightly over your cheeks and lips - drawing attention to the cum that still stained your skin. "You're so cute," She murmured softly with a grin spreading across her face.
Your hand moved instinctively towards your face in an attempt to wipe away some of the mess – but she stopped it gently. "Stay like that."
Without further prompting, Shalom pressed herself against you once more; this time your tongues tangled together in a passionate kiss. It was a long slow kiss filled with desire and lust for each other.
As Shalom tasted herself on your tongue, she moaned softly in approval. It was a sensation unlike anything else - hot and sweet and utterly addictive. She licked your mouth all over – tracing your lips with her tongue before sucking gently on it.
As Shalom broke away from the kiss, she gave your tongue one final long and hard sucking. It was a sensation that left you whimpering loudly in response – a mixture of pleasure and need so intense it felt almost overwhelming.
Shalom grinned at you, her fingers tracing lightly over your chest as she pushed you gently onto the bed. "Now..." She murmured softly.
Shalom leaned down and grabbed hold of your cock. Licking it slowly from base to tip before taking it into her mouth; her warm, wet tongue circling around the head while she covered it with her saliva. It was a sight that made your heart race and your breath hitch in your throat.
Despite it being a toy, you could feel pleasure just from watching her; from seeing how much she wanted this - how much she needed it deep inside of her.
As she took more of the thick shaft into her mouth, you couldn't help but let out a soft moan of approval. Her tongue danced around the head of your cock;
When your cock was finally covered in her saliva, Shalom moved on top of you, she took hold of your strap once more. Her smile was warm and inviting; her eyes locked onto yours as she began to rub the tip against her clit.
"I'll show you how it's done." She murmured, with one quick motion, she lowered herself down onto your shaft; her tight walls enveloping you in an instant. And when she finally positioned herself just right, she ground her hips forward slightly.
"Move your hips..." Shalom whispered softly, reaching down to guide your hands onto her hips. With a slow grind of her hips, she began moving up and down on your cock - taking you deeper into her body with each thrust.
Her breath came out in short gasps as she leaned forward slightly; her weight pressing against you in the most delicious way possible. As she bounced up and down on your shaft, it felt like every nerve ending in your body was alive with pleasure.
"Beautiful..." At your murmured compliment, Shalom's eyes lit up with pleasure. She leaned down slightly; her arms wrapping around you as she ground herself against you. The sensation of her breasts pressing against yours was indescribable – hot and heavy, each touch sending shivers of excitement through both of your bodies.
As you moved your hips in time with Shalom's, the pleasure intensified. Her breasts were pressed firmly against yours; her soft moans echoing through the room as she rode you harder and faster.
"That's it," She whispered into your ear once more. "Make me cum hard." And with that, she tightened her grip on you – straddling you with her legs wrapped around your waist in a way that made it impossible to move without pushing yourself deeper inside of her.
"Cumming..." You heard Shalom whisper, her body shuddered and trembled on top of you, you could feel her inner walls clenching tightly around your cock. And then she let out a muffled scream – biting down hard onto your shoulder as she was overcome by wave after wave of intense pleasure.
Her orgasm was fierce; its intensity almost too much to bear. But you pushed through it together - each thrust sending another shockwave coursing through both of your bodies until finally...
With one last deep groan, Shalom collapsed forward onto you; her breath coming in short little gasps for air. Shalom looked so vulnerable at the moment, with tears in her eyes and drool in the corner of her lips... you wanted to see more, you need to see more...
With careful gentleness, you sat up; pulling her close to your body before laying her down on the bed. Your cock was still buried deep inside of her as you took hold of her hips once again.
"Hold on, let me catch my breat– nngh!" Shalom threw her head back as you began to thrust into her once more, she arched her back with a moan. Her nails dug deep into your shoulder; she was trying desperately to push you off herself - to slow down the pace that felt too intense for her body at this moment.
But instead of pulling away or relenting, you leaned down and pinned her beneath your weight. "Bad girl," she murmured weakly. "listen to me...!" she said between her loud gasps and moans and without further warning, you picked up the speed – driving yourself deeper inside of her than ever before.
As you continued to thrust into her relentlessly, Shalom's face contorted with pleasure – and something else. It was clear that this was too much for her; the intensity of it all threatening to overwhelm her senses at times.
"Fuck fuck fuck..." she mumbled through gritted teeth, arching her back and throwing her head back as a soft moan escaped from between her lips. You couldn't resist taking advantage of her vulnerability; moving your face closer until one of her nipples was in your mouth. With a growl, you sucked hard enough to make her eyes roll back in her head.
"I'm sorry... let me pleasure you more, please..." You whispered against her skin, and just like that, Shalom was lost. Her body trembled uncontrollably beneath yours as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her. She cried out – her voice hoarse from moaning since earlier.
Shalom's body shook with every passing moment; her nails digging into your back as she held on tight. Her legs were wrapped around you, keeping you buried deep inside of her while pushing you deeper still with each thrust.
Without thinking twice about it, you continued to push yourself even further into her – hitting that sweet spot within her walls that made her whole body tremble uncontrollably beneath yours.
As Shalom pulled you as close to her as she could, you felt the warmth of her breath against your skin. And then she bit down hard onto your shoulder once more – a clear sign that another orgasm was imminent.
Unable to resist any longer, you continued hitting that spot inside of her; relentlessly and repeatedly until finally...
With one last cry of pleasure mixed with pain, Shalom squirted uncontrollably - wetting the sheets beneath in an intense burst of release. Her body shook violently for what seemed like forever before finally beginning to slow down.
You watched as Shalom gasped for air; her body still trembling. "Are you okay...?" You murmured softly, giving her slow thrusts to help ease her back into reality bit by bit. As you took hold of her hair – smoothing it down and fixing it up a little – she nodded slowly in response.
You hugged Shalom closely now, planting kisses all over her face as an apology for not listening to her earlier. "Where did you learn to do that, hm?" Shalom asked softly, still trying to catch her breath while her eyes fixed on you.
"Perhaps... you've been serving another woman with your body like this?" She added with a teasing tone, and you quickly shook your head in denial. "I would never!" You responded immediately.
Shalom chuckled before sighing in satisfaction. "I was just kidding. I will never let you serve anyone else. You're mine... and mine alone." You couldn't help but chuckle as well, nodding while looking at Shalom lovingly as you got off of her and laid down beside her, wrapping your arms around her in a warm embrace.
"You have to cuddle me all night, do you understand?" Shalom hugged you back tightly, her gaze half-lidded. "You're not allowed to leave my side, not even for a second." she added with a gentle smile.
"I understand..." you mumbled, planting a soft kiss on her lips before pulling the blanket over your bare bodies. You could hear Shalom humming as she buried her head on your chest, snuggling even closer.
#inou works#path to nowhere shalom#path to nowhere smut#shalom smut#ptn shalom#ptn shalom x reader#ptn women x reader
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"Let me be the one for you"
☆Prompt: In which Shalom is hopelessly in love with reader and does everything in her power just to be with them.
☆Warnings: mentions of reader having depression, suicidal thoughts.
She never thought she'd fall in love so hopelessly with someone, let alone you. Someone who brings her the most joy whenever she sees them. Someone who does nothing but could look so gorgeous. Someone who's not in the right state of mind but she didn't care, she will fix you.
Her eyes linger on your every move, no matter where you go or what you do. She just wants to protect you. Protect you from the cruelty of this world and its despicable creatures. You are her sunshine, even though you could never radiation a spec of light. You were her everything.
The rain poured heavily against the ground of the roof you were currently sitting on. The city illuminated a gorgeous light that you couldn't seem to take your eyes off; that is until you felt a shade come over you.
"Are you trying to catch a cold dear?" You looked at the angelic voice that spoke to you. Shalom bent down with a smile, not the kind you'd normally see on people's faces. You didn't answer her and returned your attention back on the city lights.
"I guess I should become a city light if it means getting all of your attention," she giggled as she fully sat next to you.
"...what do you want from me?"
She looked at you with an expression you couldn't read. "What I always wanted."
You had no idea what she was talking about and didn't care to ask as the building looked so good to jump off right now. "It's not so fun to jump off here you know."
Your eyes widened, how did she know what you were thinking? "How did-"
"It's the only thing you think about dear...but death... isn't always the answer to your problems. Sometimes the solution could be...People."
"...People?"
"If a person has lost there spark, all they have to do is to let someone in and that someone will ignite that spark again."
Was she hinting something?
"What if... what if the person is scared... to let others in?"
"There's nothing to be scared of if another is willing to light their spark. Do you think that if they didn't care, they would keep trying? No they wouldn't. They would probably move on." Her voice was soft and sweet, almost like a lullaby that puts even a grown person to sleep. You admired how beautiful Shalom actually was.
The rain had stopped it's falling, only leaving a small drop or two. "Nobody is willing to light my spark."
She looked at you and cupped your face with one of her hands. "That's not true. If there's one thing in this world that I know for certain... is that there's someone that would kill just for you to get your smile back. That precious smile that always used for greet me in the morning and night."
You leaned into her touch without realising it and she stroked your cheek. "Let me be that person who will ignite your spark again."
"Shalom I-"
"Don't be scared. Please, I won't hurt you. I will only love and protect you. It's a promise." Those words resounded in your head.
"I love you y/n." Time seemed to slow down as Shalom muttered those words. Just those words were enough to break down your walls and get your heart pumping again. You pulled Shalom into a hug and sobbed into her shoulders, gripping her tightly as if she's going to leave, but she won't. Shalom will never leave you, not in those lifetime or the other.
A/n:
I missed the event where Shalom showed up and I know nothing of her but am still in love with her 🥲 excuse me if this didn't make sense.
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Our Dearest Sin: Chapter 3: Taking Care of Flowers (Crossposted on Ao3)
@lirational It took me quite a while, but I hope you like this.
The flowers were in bloom, the fragrant aroma of poppies and carnations, lavender and roses, and many others filling the cell, or perhaps chambers is a more apt word, of the woman known as the Mentor of the Garden, her eyes closed in tranquility as gentle fingers carded through her ivory locks, a low humming further aiding in lulling her into a state of tranquility.
Her eyes were closed, and her senses enveloped in the gentle warmth of the lap her head resting on, along with the fingers trailing through her silken locks, as her violet gently caressed her scalp, resting her back against the dark wood headboard of her mentor’s bed as she did so, her own eyes heavy lidded in quiet peace.
Further enveloping the Poppy was the warm body of her beloved ‘Moonlight Cinderella’(1) who lay resting beside her, gently rubbing her stomach as nonsensically babbled into her ear as they nuzzled against her, their forehead resting just above her ear as they fought the urge to fall into slumber beside their Mentor.
Her carnation rested at the foot of the bed, gently rubbing her feet, softly caressing her calves and soles as they looked up at her with a heavy lidded gaze of contented peace and a smile of warm adoration, their lilac hair falling loosely around them as they allowed themselves to relax in full with their family.
Of course these were but 3 of the many flowers that were gathered around her, some lounging against her bed and others against other surfaces, some dozing in peace as they held fast to one another while others lay slumbering or dozing in a state of half awake and half asleep tranquility, the smell of flowers and incense joining with the warmth of gathered bodies and the gentle babbling of water from the fountain that rested in the center of the room further lulling them into a sense of tranquility.
On this day there were no contracts from the Spider and the Hush, there were no quests for revenge or debts to settle, no threats to the one that had offered them shelter and comfort, amidst the storm of malaise and mania that hung over the city as Paradeisos and the Underground waltzed their dance macabre upon the bones of the unknowing and innocent, that needed pruning.
No, on this day there was nothing but each other and the comfort of their family being together, of the younger members huddled together as they listened to the dulcet tones of their elders telling them stories or simply conversing with them as they rested their heads on their laps and shoulders as the older members paired off to cuddle with one another, some exchanging gentle kisses and caresses, and others simply basking in one another's company.
Such was the intensity of the tranquil atmosphere, and so all encompassing its embrace, that none did more than turn a raised brow or inquisitive glance when the doors to the room were opened, an ever welcome and familiar figure entering and, after examining the scene before them for but a moment, moving to approach Coquelic.
Even from her position on her bed, and even with her senses enveloped by her flowers as they were, Coquelic knew who it was that was now winding their way around her room to her, she did not need to see the way Sumire lit up with an all encompassing joy as they approached or how Garofano’s eyes lit up with a possessive love, or how Gekkabajin smirked with a glint of hunger in her eyes, nor did she even need to register the familiar clicking of shoes on stone or the familiar perfume.
Indeed, all she needed was the growing warmth of the Shackles to tell her who it was that had come to stand beside her bed, eyes traveling across the quartet of bodies that lay upon the bed, 3 of them eagerly beckoning for her to join them
Barely had the Mentor of the Garden had time to open her mouth to invite Persephone to lay beside her when she felt her bed dip down, a smile crossing her face as she felt a pair of arms, that were still far too thin for her or any of her Flowers liking, gently wrap around her as another warm form came to rest with her.
Idly Coquelic contemplated turning to face Persephone, to lay her lips against hers and pull her to rest atop her as her flowers gathered around them and joined them, the younger ones being shepherded to soundproofed rooms or turned loose upon the bureau as a whole while their elders indulged themselves in the comfort of their bodies, though ultimately she decided such a thing could wait till later.
For now, she was content just to reach out the arm that was not wrapped around one of her flowers and gently slip it under the chief and embrace her to her side, her fingers gently carding through Persephone’s hair as she felt the Chief nuzzle against her neck, her breath ever so gently caressing her skin as she relaxed.
Silently and in tranquility they lazed there for what could have been hours just as easily as it could have been minutes, time having long lost all meaning to those within the room as they silently enjoyed the moment of bliss they were entrapped within, many seeming fit to fall asleep if they had not already done so, that is until Persephone shifted ever so slightly so that she now was supporting herself with one arm as her other gently caressed Coquelic’s side.
“Oh?” Coquelic raised a brow as she looked at the Chief with a smirk forming on her face, her eyes fluttering shut for just a moment as she felt dexterous fingers caress her ribs for just a moment before they leaned up to lightly brush the side of her breast, moving further up to ghost over her pulse, pausing for but the briefest of moments to feel the beating of her heart before resuming their journey to cup her cheek.
The Mentor’s eyes slowly opened, her gaze locking with Persephone’s own, silently gazing at her for several moments before she began to lean up, allowing for the chief to slip a hand under her upper body as their lips met, their kiss was slow and tender, Coquelic taking care to gently seize the chief’s bottom lips with her teeth and lightly nip as it before she pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connecting them for but the briefest of moment before it fell away.
Already Coquelic could hear her Flowers begin to shift and stir, moving to herd the young pens away even as they giggled at the scene of their mentor begin to flush as desire began to pulse through her body, the other elders on the bed moving to join in as well as Gekkabijin sighed before she rose from the bed, offering a kiss to her Mentor’s cheeks before she moved to help herd the younger ones before she would return to join in what was to come.
The mood in the room began to shift, the Flowers eyes darkening as they began to move to gather around their Mentor, Sumire already leaning down to place her own lips Persephone’s head, taking a deep breath of her scent as she began to reach out to tilt her head up so she could kiss her as well.
At the same time, Garofano, torn between trailing kisses up her Mentor’s legs until she was near enough to her center to savor her scent and taste, or pulling Persephone down and into her arms once Sumire was finished with her so that Sumrie and her Mentor could have some time together, found her gaze flickering between each of the women above her as a pit of hunger and desire began to grow in her stomach.
Though all such movements paused as Persephone leaned down once more to nip at Coquelic’s ear, her tongue lightly caressing it for several moments as her other hand began moving to go under the Poppy of the Garden, Coquelic raising herself up just enough for the hand to slip under her and cup her rear, the Mentor letting out a sigh of pleasure as Persephone leaned in to her ear once more, before she stage whispered to her-
“Sorry about this.” Persephone breathed out, causing all to pause in their actions and look at her in confusion, Coquelic raising a brow and opening her mouth to query just what it was the chief was sorry for, only to be cut off as she continued.
“But I was told flowers need to be watered, and that you needed some exercise.”
“What are you-” But barely had the words left a confused Coquelic’s lips before-
“And I have heard that swimming is a wonderful exercise!”
And with her words said, and a twinkle in her eye, Persephone shifted herself just enough to-
A loud splash echoed in the now dead silent room, the young members that had yet to be shepherded out and the elder members all gaping in silent shock as they saw the Chief flee the room with speed that far exceeded what they thought her weary form could muster, the doors flying open with a resounding *Bang* as they collided with the walls for a moment before closing once more.
Once the echoes of the doors banging open had died down, there came forth an oppressive silence that suffocated all those present to such an extent that none dared to even breathe, indeed they dared not to even move as the sound of water splashing broke the silence.
Coquelic slowly rose from the pool that she had been flung into, her white lingerie soaked through such that all was visible to the naked eye, from the mound of her sex to even the pink of her areola and nipples were visible if one were to focus, her poppy ornament was resting lower on her damp hair than it once was, and said hair hung over her head like a wet curtain of white.
Slowly, and with a visible tremble to her movement, Coquelic lifted up her hand and brushed her hair to the side, delicately tucking it behind her ears and revealing a scene that had the younger members fleeing with as much speed as they could, even the elder members found themselves torn between fleeing into cover or remaining where they were in hopes of being ignored by the threat before them.
For there, upon the Poppy of the Garden’s face was a smile, a wide and beautiful thing that showed off her white teeth and sharp canines, and yet such menace was there radiating from that expression that none could bring themselves to breathe once they gazed upon it, least of all when they took notice of their Mentor’s eyes being ever so gently closed as her body trembled in incandescent fury.
“My darling Flowers,” the words were spoken as softly and delicately as a petal blowing in a breeze, so delicate and gentle that if one were not in possession of senses as heightened as those of the Flowers, they would be unable to register but the faintest of exhales.
There was a brief pause, as a stillness before a storm, the faint breath of their beloved Mentor that of the first breeze of what would soon become a hurricane, the gentle caress that carried upon it the aroma of death and destruction soon to be made reality as nature unleashed its wrath.
And then the stillness vanished as the storm broke.
Not with a bang, nor with a boom came forth the storm, no, instead its arrival was heralded by red eyes opening as twin scarlet stars as there once more came forth that gentle voice, though now it came not as petals in a breeze, but as the breeze of death itself.
“Get her.”
The doors were once more flung open as the Garden vanished through them in blurs that the naked eye could not track, their Mentor joining them after, in a blur of movement to fast for the eye to track, she grabbed a dry robe of a darker color and threw it over her drenched attire, the process taking her not but a few seconds before she joined her Flowers in the hunt.
Line Break
It said a great deal that this was not the craziest idea that Persephone had ever had.
Indeed, compared to facing down Corpseborn armed with nothing but her Potestats, Shackles, that she was barely skilled with at the time, and two Sinners that had no reason being on the battlefield at all and instead should have been in a classroom or bundled up in their rooms, throwing someone into a pool was actually relatively tame.
That the ‘someone’ in question was the Mentor of the Garden and one of the most lethal S-Rank Sinners in all of Dis, especially given the effectiveness of the most recent treatments in regards to her mania, was where the madness of this idea came from.
In her own defense however, she was not particularly well known for her ideas being what one would refer to as sane on a good day, and when one factored in that she had been too busy to do anything other than binge on caffeine and crash when it ran out for several days as she coped with stress levels that rivaled the mania levels of a Black Ring, it was really no surprise that she would wind up in a situation like this.
Granted, at least a small portion of responsibility had to be laid at the feet of Dr. Iron, as if she had not been griping to Anne about how Coquelic had been neglecting exercising in favor of lounging around in her room, then the idea would not have come to her.
Of course, the fact that she wanted to get some manner of revenge on Conquelic for her having put a collar that read ‘Property of The Garden: Hush Do Not Touch,’ that she had been unable to remove for several days, alongside of the rather sizable amount of marks that had been left on her just before an important meeting, was likewise a factor into her decision.
Granted she was also just feeling like fucking with the Garden a bit before they actually got to fucking.
With a shake of her head, Persephone jolted herself from her thoughts as she quickly dived into a hallway, whirling about on her heel to fling open a door to temporarily bar her pursuers path, an indignant squawk echoing behind her as someone rammed into the door.
Seeing the hallways splitting in 2 ahead of her, Persephone quickly darted down the right path, the sign reading ‘Common Area’ giving her an idea, one that very soon proved to make many more members of the Garden let out yelps and cries of indignation and pain, some even ceasing the chase for a few moments as they tried to ease the aches that overwhelmed them.
The cause?
Persephone leading them straight into a field of building blocks, well known for the pain stepping on them caused, that Oliver and Letta were using to build houses for their plush animals, the pair barely having time to blink as the Chief kicked over one of the containers of blocks they had asked KawaKawa to bring them, just as she leaped over another one, whirling about to kick it over as well, before she dashed out the open door, nearly bowling over a returning KawaKawa in the process.
The trio paused for just a second before the door was flung open and the room filled with not only colored blurs and the scent of flowers, but also cries and howls of indignation that were joined with promises of vengeance as the Flowers continued their chase.
Though there were a few Flowers that broke off, pausing the hunt to help clear the way for the rest of their fellows and their Mentor to spare them the pain they went through, said Mentor and their fellows offering them respectful nods that none but they could see as they tore through the room a split second later.
Yet those that managed to avoid the hell of the building blocks were not spared the next torment the Chief had in store for them, for they had barely turned the corner in their pursuit when they noticed that the sprinklers were active in the hallway.
High speed movement met with slick floors and walls in a terrific display of chaos as several younger members were sent spiraling across the floor in indignant heaps, picking themselves up with curses grumbled under their breath as they tried to regain their footing and resume the chase, some of their senior fellowship causing to assist them in their efforts.
Most found themselves hauled to their feet by a blur of white as their Mentor seized their hands and lifted them to their feet faster than they could blink one after the other, never once breaking her own momentum as the chase soon resumed in full.
The next obstacle in their chase soon revealed itself, for now the hallway led to a storage area for recreational goods for the various Common Room and such that filled the prison, boxes and crates piled high with empty pallets resting against them, the towers casting ominous shadows under the flickering lights.
Under normal circumstances, this would be a playground for assassins.
However, with the Chief dodging and weaving between towers of crates and boxes, all while slamming pallets down behind her and occasionally knocking over the less fragile items, such as a tower of surplus pillows used during movie nights, on her pursuers, it soon became a nightmare.
And then several members had the brilliant idea of leaping atop the boxes and crates, trying to pounce down on their prey like a cat would a mouse, only to encounter another issue, that being that not all of the towers were exactly stable and thus it soon became a game of trying not to cause a domino effect that would take out both sides as they had to pause or stop the towers before they could fall before they rejoined the chase.
How long they spent dodging pallets and falling towers, or digging their fellows out of piles of stuffed animals and pillows, they had no true way of knowing, only that at some point the speakers had come alive with an announcement that echoed across the Prison.
“To all personnel, this is Adjutant Nightingale, please be advised that the Chief is currently engaged in a pursuit with the members of the Garden. While I have no knowledge of how this chase occurred, it is safe to assume that she has done something to warrant this chase. That said, please do not interfere in the ongoing pursuit and allow for nature to run its course.”
Persephone’s cry of ‘Traitor’ as she ducked into a slide under a tower before bolting out the door, was soon drowned out by the sound of what seemed to be someone laughing hysterically over the intercoms.
Said laughter soon growing to near hysterical levels as they arrived in the hallways near what the sinners and Staff had come to call the Bazaar, a makeshift marketplace ran by Sinners and staff alike, with lifts allowing for one to traverse to the upper layers and the multicolored tents and stalls, it seemed as though a miniature version of the Drifter’s Camp had been remade within the Prison.
Despite what one would think, Persephone had not been the one to create the sprawling marketplace, made of renovated cells converted to stores and tents, instead it seemed to have simply cropped up overnight at the hands of Sinners and staff alike, and with so many high profile Sinners backing it, along with her own boss, Persephone had allowed it to continue to exist, the place growing into what it was today.
And now the bustling marketplace found a storm sweeping through it.
Sinners and staff alike paused in what they were doing, both as a result of the message over the intercoms and as they saw the Chief run as though a legion of the Apostles of Ashes were on their heels, dodging and weaving around the various stalls and carts that some Sinners had set up as their own businesses and the Sinners and staff themselves in their flight.
As she deftly spun the dumbfounded form of Oak Casket, who had been talking to Dudu as they enjoyed some kebabs that had been made by one of their fellow Sinners but a moment earlier, and placing her in the path of the storm as Persephone plucked the kebab from Oak’s hand as she continued her flight.
The lady of the Romanesque Hall had barely had time to look at Dudu, her mouth opening to ask just what it was that had just occurred, before she found herself watching as blurs passed her by, the smell of flowers enveloping her alongside of the yelps of the stall owner as he found many of his kebabs plucked from him by the group, though a violet colored blur at least left him some Discoins to cover the kebabs.
Slowly blinking, Oak turned to look at Dudu and once more began to open her mouth to speak, only for a blur of white to race past her, seizing a kebab for herself and leaving some Discoins of her own, as the trio of the stall owner, Oak, and Dudu simply silently blinked at the scene for a moment before Oak reached out and plucked the last kebab for herself, the owner simply allowing her to as he tried to process just what had happened.
Soon they were joined in their confusion by Adela, who had been walking to her salon with Crache trailing behind her, or rather Crache was being dragged by Raven who was lecturing her in regards to how her hair was a mess of split ends and tangles due to her avoiding the Salon for so long.
That Crache had yet to slip away via her shadow manipulation was of course in no way related to the promise of a special new doll that the Bird Brained Journalist of Rustfire had made by Garofano especially for her.
Of course not, she simply had nothing else to do at the moment and wanted to get the bird brain off her case, not because she wanted a doll of-
“Sorry!”
“Wha-”
The trio had barely had time to register the familiar voice of Persephone apologizing for something, Crache having barely opened her mouth to ask what was going on, before she barreled through where they had been standing a moment ago nearly bowling them over had they not leapt out to the sides Crache pulling Raven down and onto the ground with her while Adela remained standing.
Crache found herself turning to look at Raven and Adela, the three sharing an open mouthed look of confusion for a moment before they found themselves swarmed by a blur of colors and scents, one of which passed by Crache close enough for a voice to fleetingly whisper into her ear-
“I hope you like the doll.”
Before they passed them by completely in their pursuit.
For a moment the three simply looked in the direction that the fleeting blurs and the chief had gone, before Adela managed to regain her composure and help the pair to their feet, softly murmuring under her breath as she faced the direction the storm had gone.
“I believe we now know what the announcement was about…Miss Inspector, what did you do this time?”
The thought of simply stealing the doll and returning to her room was more tempting than ever to Crache at that moment…though the idea of following along and watching the chaos was also tempting.
Of course, the bird had to start dragging her again as she mumbled under her breath about the articles she was going to be penning later on.
She really should have just stolen the damn doll.
And why could she hear someone eating popcorn over the intercoms!?
In The Command Center
Of course she had no way of knowing that the command center of the bureau was currently watching the scene of the chief blitzing across the bazaar with the Garden in hot pursuit, several sinners that had been nearby doing various tasks having dropped in to watch the show as well.
Nightingale had her face in her palms as she peaked through her fingers at the scene of her superior, watching as she ducked over a stand that was selling records and tapes of bands both current and long passed, Joan and Peggy diving to the sides as the Chief nearly bowled into them in her mad dash.
The pair had barely gotten to their feet before they had to dive back down for cover as the Garden passed over them, Peggy having stood to start yelling at them before a white blur seemed to leap atop her shoulders and then launch off them and over the stall, sending the rapper sprawling back onto the ground in the process.
Snickers and outright laughter rang through the room at the scene, said laughter only growing as the Chief’s next stunt was to seize Hella, who had been arguing with EMP over something trivial while Ninety-Nine watched on as she munched on a slice of watermelon, and then toss the pipe wielding regenerator in the direction of the Garden.
That she had the audacity to say “Go get the Hella, Ninety-Nine,” as though the now currently screaming Sinner was a stick and the dumbfounded berserker was a dog only furthered the laughter, especially when said berserker indeed charged after her sun, forcing the Garden to part like the Red Sea so as to avoid being trampled by her.
Hella’s indignant scream was drowned out by the laughter that echoed within the Command Center, granted that was not the only sound that drowned out the screech, as there was also-
*Crunch*
Nightingale let out a low groan as she turned her head to see the form of Shalom calmly sitting in a chair and watching the screen, a small bowl of popcorn resting on her lap that she was snacking on as she watched the screen with rapt attention.
Where she had obtained it, Nightingale had no idea, though she suspected the form of Rahu, who was standing behind Shalom, was at least partly to blame for it, though it could have likewise been Faye, who was also busy cackling with delight as Persephone pulled off a surprising feat of acrobatics by leaping off one of the platform and landing on the one across from it, tucking into a roll that she soon sprung up from to resume her sprint.
“You have to admit,” came the amused voice of Langley, who had taken a seat and was watching the show that was playing out on the screen as well, “the rookie has some decent moves.”
The spider chuckled to herself as she saw said Rookie make another dash for the edge of the platform, this time latching onto a pipe and sliding down it, launching herself off when she reached the base and seizing onto another one that she dropped down from and onto the edge of another platform that she dropped from and onto the one below it, quickly bolting once more.
“Do we know what she did to get the Garden after her like this?” Cinnabar asked from where she was standing beside Nightingale, seemingly trying to avoid looking directly at the screen for longer than a few moments as she tried to maintain her own professional persona and not give in to the desire to either laugh at her superior’s antics or go and assist her in escaping the Storm pursuing her.
“Not at the moment, no. But knowing her it had to be something that warrants this.” Nightingale said in answer, sighing at the end as she saw Persephone race through a tent where Serpent had been putting on a performance, emerging from the other end a second later with a rather large snake sticking its head out of the opening as if to curse at her before it turned back around.
That said movement coincided with several of the Garden’s Flowers lunging out of other openings in the tent or making their own as they broke off from the hunt and picked up the pace until they were certain they were away from the main tent before they returned to the chase, was surely neither here nor there.
“Should I go and help the Chief?” Came the ever so calm voice of Hecate, the young woman having found herself stopped from aiding her Chief previously by Nightingale, the Adjutant claiming that the Chief needed to learn her lesson.
Though she did not understand what the lesson was and why it involved the Chief being chased, she had been told it was for the Chief’s own good and she had been barred from leaving when she tried earlier, and as such resolved herself to simply watching the screen and waiting to see if she would be needed.
Though perhaps now was her chance to be of use and earn praise from the Chief and perhaps even a head-
“No, she made her bed, let her lie in it.” Langley said from where she was sitting, with Nightingale and Shalom voicing their own agreements soon thereafter, the words making Hecate turn her gaze downwards as she let out a quiet “oh,” before she found herself feeling a hand patting her head.
Blinking in confusion, even as she enjoyed the action though it did not come from her Chief, she looked up to see Zoya smiling down at her, the Wolf Of Syndicate ruffling her hair a bit more before she lifted her hand up and pulled the smaller sinner against her with a one armed embrace, Hecate silently enjoying the contact as Zoya took in the scene on the screen.
“The twig’s detective,” Shalom did not deign to respond to the nickname with anything but a faux smile, “managed to get in touch with her lover in the Garden,” Zoya continued as she moved into the room, guiding Hecate to sit beside her as she took a seat, resting her boots on the desk in front of her, much to Nightingale’s annoyance.
“Apparently the Chief decided to have some fun by tossing their boss into a pool and then bolting, the only reason she was able to learn that is because her girl was one of the ones in charge of herding their brats.” Zoya finished, her lips forming into an amused grin as she saw the way everyone in the room went still, several soon giving way to chuckles and outright laughter as others, such as Nightingale, facepalmed even harder.
The sight of Shalom freezing in place, a piece of popcorn falling from her hand and onto her dress as Rahu turned her head to the side, her shoulders shaking as she fought the urge to laugh, was something Zoya would recall for years to come.
The dumbfounded look Hecate was giving her would be equally as treasured.
“Why Persphone…just…why?” Nightingale managed to choke out as Langley succumbed to laughter, throwing her head back and laughing with delight, her hat almost slipping onto the ground had Hecate not caught it for her and placed it back on her head.
Yet Zoya soon found her own laughter interrupted as she heard Shalom, having let out a few delicate chuckles of her own as she sorted her thoughts, speak up towards her, the woman’s eyes as cold an iced razor blade as they met her own.
“And why is it that Christina would be in contact with you?” The joviality in the room, even with the scene of the Chief spilling several buckets of paint that Lisa was using as she made a painting of the bazaar, and her promptly dodging a bucket the painter had thrown at her as McQueen tried to restrain her, failed to stifle the intensity of the sudden query, an intense bubble forming around them as they met each others gazes, the rest, bar a few, still lost in humorous
That Rahu had ceased her battle with laughter in favor of turning an inquisitive stare towards her as well, her hands clenching ever so slightly as she eyed the wolf, only further heightened the tension in their small bubble.
Yet instead of displaying any form of unease, Zoya instead smirked at the former Hush and her bodyguard, casually reclining in the chair as she turned her gaze to the screen, her smile widening as she saw the chief call out to Horo and have her toss her back on to one of the upper platforms of the bazaar, the lack of an answer making Shalom and Rahu narrow their eyes at her before she at last replied.
“Well, your little detective wanted some advice on how to treat her girlfriend, and decided that I was a better source of it than you. After all, I don’t need a special power to get someone in my bed.” Zoya could not stop her smile from growing as she saw Shalom tense and narrow her gaze at her.
For a moment, there was silence as the former Hush of Paradeisos and the Wolf of Syndicate met each others gazes, before at last Shalom offered a faux smile once again, her frigid gaze developing a hint of something that Zoya could not name as she turned back to the screen, speaking so softly Zoya was certain only her and Rahu could hear it, Hecate likely being unable to as she fought to keep Langley from falling from her chair.
“Oh Chris, you and I are going to need to have a chat aren’t we.” Her words, made Zoya feel slightly worried for the detective, though she soon found her attention shifting back to the screen as she saw the Chief-
Both the Wolf and the Hush joined the Spider and the Adjutant, along with all of the others present within the Command Center, in gaping at the screen, Hecate being stopped but by Nightingale and Langley having firms grips on her shoulders as they all saw the scene of-
The Bazaar.
It is not everyday a chance like this comes, a moment in time where one is permitted to witness one of the most sublime and wondrous scenes that the natural world has to offer, especially within a jungle of concrete and steel.
Already those that had gathered to watch the scene in awe had begun to record and make note of this momentous occasion, for they were among the most privileged and honored few that were permitted to see this magnificent sight before them.
And such a scene it was!
For there before their eyes was a species of Homo Sapiens that most did not believe to exist, indeed there was before them a breathtaking view of a Wild Woman of Minos, her hair blowing backwards as she swung across a great ravine upon a length of colored cloth, her lips parted as she gave voice to the mating cry of her people.
“Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!”
Ah, such a wondrous sound it was!
Indeed, she continued her mating cries even as she let go of the length of cloth and landed on the platform below her, tucking into a roll and springing up into a sprint as she bolted down a nearby hallway, many cheering her display of acrobatics as her mates echoed her cries and began finding ways down to pursue her.
Though a white blur simply leaped across the divide and mimicked Persephone’s earlier movements of tucking into a roll before springing up and resuming the chase, her fellows already on her heels.
Ah, the wonders of nature.
At the same moment as the gathered Sinners and staff were ruminating on the wondrous sight they had just been witness to, Persephone had barely rounded one of the corners when she noted the form of Hamel walking towards her.
Seemingly lost in her own world, as was the norm for the first recorded sinner, though her eyes gained a light to them as she beheld the chief racing towards her, though it was soon swallowed by confusion as Persephone passed her by, only managed to give voice to-
“Sorry Hamel, I’ll dance with you later, have to run right now bye!”
Before she resumed her mad sprint.
The first recorded sinner simply blinking in confusion as she saw the chief continue racing down the hallway, her keen ears registering the sound of Lynn and Deren letting out twin yelps as they were almost bowled over as they left the room they had been taking her pictures in, before the noise was eclipsed as a storm of colors and flowery fragrances enveloped her.
For a moment she simply stood there and tried to process what she had seen, only to shake her head as she decided to head off to the cafeteria, her curiosity drowned out by the promise of ice cream that Deren had made her.
Already she could hear the director and the photographer hurrying to catch up with her, the pair's conversation on what was going on was drowned out by her own thoughts on whether she should try a new flavor today or not.
A rather loud crash that echoed from a distant corridor jolted her for but a moment, long enough for her to silently pray that her dance partner would survive whatever it was that they had brought down upon themselves this time before she resumed her trek.
Said crash having originated from the Chief having toppled over a stack of boxes to try and buy herself some time, quickly darting through a side door and taking off at a sprint down another hallway, though soon she found herself stopping as she almost ran headfirst into a wall.
Eyes widening, Persephone began to look around for any potential escape routes that she could find, only to be met with nothing but smooth walls, and a growing smell of flowers.
“Well…shit.” Persephone mumbled under her breath, her worries amplified as a reply echoed down the corridor in the form of-
“Indeed, my dear little Chief.”
Gulping slightly, she turned to see the form of Coquelic standing at the end of the hallway, smiling at her as she began to advance towards her, the lights and her hair casting her face in shadows as she advanced.
Beyond her, Persephone noticed the Garden having cut off any potential retreat, many looking winded, many more looking irritated at her due to her stunts, and some were looking at her with what could best be described as a mixture of satisfaction at catching her, and pity at what was to come as Coquelic seized her by the collar of her shirt and pulled her to meet her gaze as she leaned in.
“Do you have anything you want to say my dear Flower?” Coquelic purred to her, lips delicately ghosting her ear for but a second before she pulled back to meet her gaze, her hands shifting such that one rested on her cheek and the other on her neck, scarlet eyes boring into hers for several moments as she patiently awaited her reply, nails lightly digging into her skin as the Mentor thrummed her fingers against her neck as she awaited her reply.
Taking a moment to gather herself and steel her resolve, the Chief of Minos offered Coquelic her best smile as she wrapped her arms around her and gave her a tight hug as she leaned in to place her lips against her ear as she whispered to her.
“Before you punish me, I have one thing to say,” She breathed, sin coating her voice near the end, her smile softening as she felt the way Coquelic relaxed and leaned into her embrace on instinct, the scent of sweat and the floral of a flowers whose name it seemed none knew that oft clung to the Chief gracing the Mentor as she waited for her to continue.
“You always look so beautiful when you are soaking wet. I wonder, are you still wet for me?” Her words made the Flowers gape at her, with Sumire placing her face in her palms as Garofano began to chuckle, both them and their fellows wearing the beginnings of a blush on their faces as they silently agreed with Persephone’s words.
For a moment there was silence, and then it died as Coquelic wordlessly tightened her grip on the Chief, leaning in to let her lips ghost against her ear once more as she spoke aloud for all to hear in a faux whisper.
“Oh my dear, I hope your schedule is clear for…hmmm…what do you all say, the next 4 days or so sound good?” Her words made Persephone gulp slightly, as she saw the gleam that came alight in the eyes of each of the Flowers, each of them sharing a silent conversation with each other in glances before Garofano spoke up on their behalf.
“Let’s make it an even week, shall we Mentor? After all, our dear Chief is going to be a very busy bee and is going to need quite the time to recover.” The smile she wore was as sin coated as the words that flowed from her lips, her pupils were blown as idea after idea played through her mind, each one more delicious than the last.
Persephone felt herself pale slightly when she saw the way Garofano licked her lips as she eyed her, Sumire blushing scarlet next to her as her own thoughts began to run wild as well, with Gekkabijin giving voice to the Flowers thoughts as they began to enclose around her.
“Don’t worry Chief, we’ll be gentle…for now.”
The laughter of the Flowers drowned out Persephone’s cries for mercy as she was spirited away to the Garden’s chambers once more, not to emerge for many a long day, though at the very least, she was able to insure that herself and Coquelic got the exercise they needed.
Something that was readily apparent when she was found tucked into her bed by Nightingale, her freshly sewn clothes resting on top of her dresser with intricate designs of various flowers stitched into them alongside of the repair work needed to make them wearable once more after the Garden had torn them from her form.
Of course, it was not just flowers that were stitched into the clothes, for there, sewn into the collar of her shirt and again into the rear of her pants, was something that made Nightingale sigh upon seeing them as she put the clothes up for Persephone.
The stitching that elicited the response?
“Property of The Garden.”
Upon learning of said writing Langley managed to make a not so small amount of discoins, enough to fill her hat near to the brim, as a result of several bets she had made in the Command Center, a more than fitting final blessing to mark the end of the great Garden Chase of the MBCC.
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A low sigh left Christina’s lips as she entered her room, one hand beginning to search for her lightswitch as the other began to pull her deerstalker hat from her head and rest it on a-
“Hello Chris.”
Christina would swear to her final breath that she had not screamed when the voice suddenly cut through the gloom and caressed her ears, she had merely released a sound of surprise at the shock of hearing the oh so familiar voice echo from within her room.
Gulping as she felt her blood begin to run cold, Christina turned to where the voice had come from, hearing the sudden *Click* of a lamp being turned on, the light illuminated the form of Shalom sitting in a chair beside her desk, the detective's spare coat resting on her lap as Shalom’s own coat was draped over her shoulders.
Now, while the sight of shalom being in her quarters was already cause for slight concern in the detective, it was the gleam in her eyes that made her truly certain that this was not going to be a pleasant experience for her, something that was further cemented as she felt the towering form of Rahu rest her hand on her shoulder from behind her, somehow having snuck up on her without her knowledge.
“I believe we need to have a little chat about your choice in sources of advice for dating, now don’t we my dear detective?”
It was a faux question, the smile that did not quite reach her eyes and the way she was looking at her told her all she needed to know, and yet still the valiant detective was not one to go down without a fight, and so she summoned forth her resolve and courageously spoke aloud-
“Thistle was the one to make the claim about you needing to use your power on people to make them fall in love with you, and she was also the one to recommend we go to someone else like Zoya for advice since neither of us really know anything about this, and she was also the one who suggested we go to those with more experience before we try anything and-”
Her valiant efforts to throw her lover under the bus and spare herself a lecture were rewarded with a low chuckle from Shalom, the former Hush patting her lap as she smiled at Christina, Rahu letting go of her shoulder and allowing for her to move to sit on the ground beside Shalom and rest her head on her lap, silently accepting her fate.
“Oh I know my dear, she and I are going to have a conversation later on regarding the matter, but for now,” Shalom delicately lifted Christina’s head to where their eyes could meet, before she continued, “We are going to have a conversation about courtship and the necessity of obtaining said information from a trusted and reliable source.”
Christina knew she was doomed, especially when she saw Shalom lift up her tablet and turn it so that they could both face it, the image depicted on it making her squeak and Rahu choke out a yelp of her own.
“Let’s start with the ins and outs of flirting shall we? We will be using Rahu and myself as the study material so please pay close attention Chris, there will be a test afterwards.” As though her words had not made her pale and Rahu blush enough, the way she looked over her shoulder at her shadow covered bed, smiling as she called out-
“That goes for you as well my dear Thistle, I need to know you can be trusted with My Detective, after all.”
Her heart now beginning to hammer in her chest and her blood running as frigid as the arctic, Christina turned to look beyond Shalom, and realized that there, bound on her bed like a trussed up turkey, was her girlfriend.
The same girlfriend she had just thrown under a bus to try and evade this lecture.
‘Well…I’m fucked.’ The detective thought to herself, only for her thoughts to seemingly be read by the woman whose lap her head was resting on as she spoke up with that same gentle and loving voice that Chris had come to cherish over their time together as she carded her fingers through her hair.
“We will cover proper and safe sexual intercourse and aftercare at a later date my dear,” Rahu let out a yelp of shock at the same time Chris and thistle did the same, well as much of a yelp as one with a gag shaped like an apple could in Thistle’s case.
That Shalom looked down at her and, with a wondrous smile on her face, proceeded to tell her, “Oh, and I will be there to supervise you two during that practical exam as well Chris, Rahu will be there as well so don’t worry. I have already planned out a demonstration for you, perhaps I will be able to coerce Coquelic into assisting with it as well come that time…hmmm…” Shalom trailed off for a moment, perhaps unaware or uncaring of the sanguine blush adorning the faces of the other women in the room.
“Now then, let’s start with ‘Establishing a Dialogue for Romance’ shall we?” Shalom smiled again as she resumed stroking Chris’s hair as though she was an extremely terrified kitten, as she pressed the play button on a video of her and Rahu.
Silently, Chris cursed the Wolf of Syndicate, and she knew that Thistle shared her sentiments, perhaps Rahu did as well given the atomic blush she wore and the way she seemed to be doing her damndest to blend in with the shadows and avoid starting at the terminal in Shalom’s hands.
As the video began to play, Chris knew that she was in for a long and painful ride, but at least she would not be suffering alone.
Fin
The English name for the Gekkabajin flower that is Gekka’s namesake.
Well my friends, this makes it 3 acts this play of ours has been going on for, each relatively short by our standards…so how about we spice things up a bit with the next chapter eh?
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Chief asked what Shalom really wants when she came to mbcc and she didnt answer. But also Shalom later on be like:
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