Threads of Affection

by Yukinehana

Summary:

Having been the center of resolving the conflicts in New Eridu in recent memory, Belle is suddenly finding herself surrounded by friends who keep gravitating towards her. She’s bubbly, confident, and maybe just a little too good at making people fall for her. She has a lot of work ahead of her, but the worst part? She likes the attention.

OR

Belle's rizz is so powerful, most of her friends end up in bed with her

Notes:

Hello, and thank you for clicking on this story!
I'll try and make it brief.

I have tagged all the pairings I've planned to write at least one chapter with.
And while I don't plan on writing about anything extreme, the beginning author notes will be reserved to tell which pairing the chapter features, as well as additional warnings if necessary 🙂‍↕️

I will adjust the order of the pairings in the order they get a chapter, as I continue the story.

I got this idea when I saw the "Belle Rizz" meme on twitter, and while it's an experiment for me to try new things, as well as a very mild crack fic for me, I still have a lot of fun writing it. I hope you'll have fun reading it~

Chapter 1: Cat and Mouse

Notes:

This chapter features Belle/Jane Doe. No warnings apply.

 

What had begun as an otherwise peaceful morning, questions had soon begun to pile up for Jane.

“Jane, where is the report on the recent Companion Hollow incident?”
“Jane, where did you put the files on the rise of minor gang activities?”
“Jane, what did you do with my handcuffs?”

Doing her best to remain calm and professional in the moment, she felt an increasingly strong headache, making it feel like her head was about to explode.

“I need a vacation or something after this,” she thought to herself, rising from her chair to show her colleagues where the files and reports had been archived.

Just as her subordinates were thanking Jane for her help, she barely managed to catch a breath before Seth came running up to her, his eyes fixated on her.

“Jane! I’ve asked you twice already, what did you do with my handcuffs?” he snapped, growing impatient with her lack of response.

Jane let out a sigh before mustering up the willpower to answer him.

“Seth, what makes you think I have seen your handcuffs?” She did her best to mask her annoyance.

“You usually like to mess with my stuff, so I'm sure you’re to blame this time as well,” he promptly responded.

Rolling her eyes, Jane walked away from the conversation with Seth following closely behind her.

“I want this conversation to end yesterday,” she thought, looking around for an escape. As she scouted her options, she found one place where not even Seth dared follow her. She smirked, turning to face the eager officer.

“Listen, Seth, just because I like to mess with your stuff, doesn’t mean I’m automatically to blame,” she said, walking backwards while tauntingly smiling towards him.

“I’m confident you did something, Jane!” he responded, clearly annoyed, adamant that Jane is the one to blame.

A moment later, Jane and Seth found themselves exactly where Jane wanted them, though Seth seemed oblivious, too focused on Jane.

“Seth, I know you’re persistent, but following a lady into the ladies’ room is quite daring, wouldn’t you say?”

Looking around, panicking, Seth finally realised where he was. Turning beet red, he stormed out of the restroom, giving up his interrogation—for the time being, anyways.

Finding an available stall, Jane sat down on a closed toilet and let out a sigh—it was one of the only places she wouldn't be disturbed while she had a rest.

“Yeah, a vacation would be nice,” she thought, closing her eyes and enjoying the absolute silence that filled the restroom.

Just as she had started to relax, her phone suddenly vibrated, as a text message popped up on her screen. When she looked, she felt her lips curl upwards.

“Hey Jane, would you like to hang out later?” 

It was a text from Belle, a few emojis of a pleading face ending the question. Seizing the moment to tease her adorable Belle a bit, she furiously started tapping on her screen.

“Belle, your timing is perfect. I can’t survive without some motivation. Send a selfie, please,” she replied.

Moments later, Belle had attached a selfie of herself, featuring her bright and cheerful smile, making a peace sign with her free hand in front of her face. Seconds later, a text accompanied the selfie.

“Here you go, please survive! Do you want to hang out tonight?” she asked again, this time with a sticker of a fidgeting bangboo. Tapping her screen once more, Jane typed out a response.

“That sounds great, I could use some R&R after this awful day,” she wrote, hovering the send button. Getting an idea she knew would make Belle blush wherever she was, she smirked.

She closed the messaging app and started stripping off her outer layers, neatly folding each piece on the toilet seat. Standing practically naked in the middle of the precinct restroom in nothing but her black lace underwear certainly was a choice.

She grabbed her phone and opened the camera app. She did a few poses and settled on one she liked. With her free hand, she teased the camera by pulling down on the cup of her bra with her slender finger. On the screen, a hint of her pink areolae could barely be made out. Making sure not to show too much, she bit her lip seductively and snapped the photo, playfully keeping her eyes out of view.

While she was making sure everything looked fine, she felt a familiar sensation between her thighs, trembling at the thought of unwinding with Belle after her shift was over—it couldn’t happen quickly enough.

She opened the message with Belle and edited the message she had typed out before.

“That sounds great, I could use some R&R after this awful day. Make sure to wear something cute,” she wrote, sending the message along with the risqué selfie she snapped.

Feeling cold, she put her clothes back on. As she was straightening out her jacket and hooking her garter belt back onto her stocking, her phone vibrated once more with a reply. She couldn’t stop smiling when she left the stall and went back to work.

“I will!” the text said, followed by a few smirking emojis.

“Suddenly, I’m looking forward to tonight,” Jane thought, returning to dodging Seth for the rest of the day.

 

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Later that evening, when she had finished up her copious amounts of paperwork, analyzing criminal behavior in the rise of smaller gangs, Jane trudged through the empty streets of New Eridu.

The cooler air caused dew to cover the electrical boxes, phone boxes, and the few signs some of the shop owners had forgotten to drag back inside when they closed down. Walking with her phone in hand, Jane kept up a lively conversation with Belle, telling her of her small delay due to the amount of work she was asked to do.

Having come across a newly opened restaurant, hunger had guided Jane to purchase a few bowls of noodles and some fried meat croquettes, tempted by the smell of food, caressing her senses.

When she bit into the crispy, outer shell of the croquette, she realised just how hungry she’d been from not eating all day. Like a bomb, it exploded and coated her mouth in an almost overwhelming flavour. She could barely contain herself as she wolfed down the croquettes.

“That hit the spot,” she thought, relishing the aftertaste of the delicious snack, meant to keep her going until arriving at Random Play .

Turning onto an empty Sixth Street, she recounted some of the first interactions she had with Belle at the video store. She’d been undercover as a criminal and needed to find a movie for one of the gang members, and was lucky enough that the shop, Random Play , was still open.

Back then, there was something interesting about Belle, almost enticing. After a few encounters, she realised it was her bubbly personality and the wonderful smell and aura Belle exuded, drawing her close and piquing her interest in getting to know more.

The more time she spent with Belle, the stronger her attraction to her grew, and each time they talked, she felt a greater pull towards the Manager.

“I have to know more about her,” she recalled thinking.

Thinking back on her little stunt at the precinct, she felt a tightening sensation in her stomach, imagining the evening and night alone with Belle.

“She didn’t mention anything in the texts, but she probably hasn’t even eaten yet,” Jane muttered to herself, stopping in front of the door to Random Play . Trying to curb her feelings, she knocked on the door.

Loud steps from someone running down the stairs echoed from the other side of the door, followed by what sounded like the crashing of a small stack of videotapes. The faint sounds of someone cursing under their breath, followed by them quickly cleaning up the mess, made Jane chuckle to herself.

The sounds suddenly stopped, and the door slowly opened, with Belle sheepishly greeting Jane from a slightly opened door. She paused before saying anything.

“Did you hear that?” Belle hesitated.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jane chuckled. “I’m sure I would’ve heard if someone came running down the stairs, knocking over a stack of tapes and then started cursing,” her eyes narrowed, looking for a reaction from Belle, who nervously chuckled as Jane kept talking.

“Just come inside,” Belle surrendered, letting Jane inside.

Stepping into the dark shop reminded Jane how late it had gotten. The shop itself had been closed and all lights turned off, with only the faint glow from the light up on the landing of the stairs shining.

Closing and locking the door behind them, Belle rushed to catch up to Jane, only just noticing that she was carrying something in a plastic bag.

“What are you carrying?” she asked curiously.

“You didn’t say anything, but I figured you hadn’t eaten yet,” Jane responded, seeing an expression only a child getting caught in the act could make.

“Y-you know me so well,” Belle answered, nervously scratching her chin.

Bending down to match Belle’s height, Jane affectionately pecked her forehead. Leaning into Jane’s display of adoration, Belle tried her best to stifle a gleeful laugh. Jane smiled as she stood up again, seeing the gigantic smile on her partner’s face.

“Come along now, these noodles don’t eat themselves,” she said, making her way towards the stairs. “And I’m quite hungry as well.”

With hushed voices and quiet steps, the two made their way up the stairs, to not disturb Wise—he had most likely been just as busy as Belle, and deserved his rest.

Coming up on the landing, both doors to Wise and Belle’s rooms were closed, and it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop. Belle went ahead of Jane and pushed against the large door, leading into her room. 

As the door slowly opened, Jane was met by the soft glow of candlelight coming from the couch table inside the otherwise pitch black room. Creating a cozy and comfortable atmosphere, sweet notes of gourmand and jasmine lazily hung in the air like a haze, caressing Jane’s senses, beckoning her to come inside and relax.

Welcoming Jane with her arms wide open, Belle turned to face Jane and gave a bright and cheerful smile.

“Welcome back to my room, please make yourself at home,” she said, laughing at her silly greeting. Returning the gesture with a smirk, Jane closed the distance to Belle and embraced her, bending down to nuzzle her face into Belle’s neck, taking in the scent.

“Thanks for inviting me,” Jane said in a muffled voice.

Happy, Jane let go of Belle and went to unpack the food she had brought, before sitting down on the couch while Belle went downstairs to fetch something to drink.

“I love spending time here,” Jane looked around the room. Not much had changed since she was last here. Notably, some new pictures had been added to the “memory board,” as Belle called it, of everyone Belle knew. 

A few pictures showed off group activities, and some pictures were of just Belle and one of the other girls in this group of lovers orbiting her. Not a single person appeared to be featured more than anyone else, and judging by the pictures on the board, Belle took great care to treat everyone equally.

“That’s just one of the reasons I fell for her,” Jane smiled to herself. “Well, one of many.”

Breaking her train of thought, Jane subconsciously shook her head when Belle’s careful footsteps approached the outside of the room, as she was coming up the stairs.

She threw the plastic bag aside and opened the small treasure chests, packed to the brim with delicious noodles. A quiet yet persistent rumbling in the pit of her stomach betrayed her growing hunger.

Moments later, Belle came back with a can of soda in each of her hands. Using her foot, she closed the door behind her, and with a proud grin, she placed the cans on the table.

“There!” she triumphantly said. “I hope soda is fine.”

“It’s perfect, thanks, Manager,” Jane responded, her voice soft.

“I told you not to call me that when we’re alone,” Belle crossed her arms, feigning to be upset. With her best pouting face, she looked the other way. With a grin, Jane approached Belle.

“I’m sorry, but you should eat your noodles, else they get cold, love, ” she said, emphasising the nickname. Kissing Belle’s neck, the sweet scent of vanilla grazed her nose. Belle pulled back and returned the kiss on Jane’s cheek.

“Sure thing, darling. ”

Lingering a few seconds longer, both Belle and Jane returned to their food. Fidgeting, Jane felt the same sensation from back at the precinct between her thighs—arousal.

An air of anticipation sank around the two as they ate their food, only a few sentences uttered between them. If not for the television in front of them, it would’ve been even more awkward than it already was. From the corner of her eye, Jane kept a close look on Belle as the penny finally dropped, and she realised the reason for Belle’s abnormal quiet.

“She’s trying hard to hide her anticipation,” Jane secretly smiled. “I wonder if she did what I asked,” she thought, thinking back to her selfie.

 

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Eventually done with their meal, the two sat beside each other, savouring the remaining flavours still playing with their taste buds. Still relatively quiet, Jane jumped up from the couch and stretched her entire body.

“Let’s see where the night is about to go,” she thought to herself, making her way towards the bed, as she was about to take the stage in tonight’s play.

“I think I need to lie down now,” she said, turning her back to Belle’s bed, letting herself fall backwards. Getting no immediate reaction from Belle, she decided to press her luck.

“Why don’t you come join me, love? ” she patted the bed, beckoning Belle to come hither.

“Oh? Is it already bedtime? I thought we’d be up all night,” Belle walked up the few stairs to get to her bed. Sitting on the side of the bed, Belle lay beside Jane, facing her. Inhibitions slowly getting weaker, Jane rolled to her side and stared at Belle.

“You seem especially eager today. Any particular reason?” she asked, knowing full well that her lover might have been looking forward to them spending the night together. Even more than she had.

“I got this really cute and sexy selfie today, and I was just really looking forward to the sender to–,” Belle said, interrupted in the middle of her sentence, as Jane rolled on top of her.

Straddling her legs across her hips, Jane kept Belle in place beneath her. Her slender hands slowly travelled the length of Belle’s arms, stopping when they reached her wrists, where she further restrained her lover.

“Oh yeah? What would you want her to do?” Jane asked. “You wouldn’t happen to have been looking forward to tonight all day, would you?”

Belle’s face turned a slight shade of red as the realisation of her situation seemed to sink in. She looked to the side, only some quiet mumbling escaped her throat. 

“... did,” Belle quietly mumbled, Jane only catching the tail-end of her sentence.

“What was that?”

“I did,” Belle whipped her head around to face Jane. With a smirk, Jane felt elation at the admission. She continued.

“Oh, did it now?” she purred, letting go of Belle’s wrists as she sat up straight, her weight still straddling across Belle’s hips. She placed her hands on Belle’s stomach and found the hem of her shirt. She slid her thumbs underneath and slowly began lifting the shirt, revealing her bare stomach.

“I’m curious about what you chose to wear,” Jane teased, leaning forward slightly, getting closer to Belle’s face. Staring deep into her eyes, Jane let go of the shirt and started circling Belle’s navel. 

Her skin, now flush with excitement, goosebumps appeared at the touch, and Jane couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

“Now for the grand reveal,” she said, grabbing onto the hem once more, tenderly pulling the shirt over Belle’s chest and halfway up her arms, covering Belle’s face.

A slightly sheer, blush pink lace bra covered Belle’s modest chest, greeting Jane when it came into view. Two small peaks were forming where her nipples were hidden, giving away the desires she was trying to play off.

“She’s blushing up a storm, I bet,” Jane imagined the look on Belle’s face under the shirt covering her face.

She let go of Belle’s wrists entirely, letting her do whatever she wished. But Belle stayed put, awaiting Jane’s next move.

Grabbing on to the sides of Belle’s upper body, Jane slid further down Belle’s legs, now straddling her knees instead of her hips. She leaned down, moving her face close to Belle’s uncovered chest.

“Mmh, I have to admit, that is a cute set,” she paused. “Good job,” she tenderly kissed all over Belle’s chest, just below her bosom. Practically blindfolded, each kiss sent shivers through Belle, making her writhe in unseen pleasure with each kiss.

With a light touch on one of the peaks covered by the bra, Jane sat back up, sliding further down Belle’s legs.

“Let’s see what you chose to wear down here ,” she said, grabbing onto Belle’s skirt, slowly wiggling it over her soft buttocks. She revealed a pair of matching-coloured lace cheeky panties, with a small, red bow adorning the crotch.

Jane placed a finger on Belle’s stomach and playfully ran it towards her crotch, causing more goosebumps to appear. Looking closer, a small patch of wetness had formed on her panties, and Belle was trying to squeeze her legs together to hide it.

As Jane ran her finger past the red bow, a jolt from Belle signalled Jane to stop, and lifted her finger from Belle’s body. With her chest rising and falling, Belle’s breath hitched from under the cover of her shirt.

Wanting to free her ‘prisoner’, Jane moved to help get the shirt off Belle entirely. Underneath, Belle’s face had turned a deep scarlet from embarrassment and arousal, and even her ears had taken on colour.

“My dear Belle, what am I to do with you?” Jane asked, kissing Belle on her lips. Wanting more, Belle responded by sticking out her tongue, inviting Jane to do the same. As their tongues explored each other’s mouths, they shared a deep and passionate kiss, leaving a trail of saliva when they separated. 

Not wanting to let go just yet, Belle instinctively tried to follow Jane when she moved back.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” Jane chuckled, lying on top of Belle, nuzzling her face into Belle’s neck. The intoxicating scent of vanilla and jasmine filled Jane’s senses, causing her to come close to her breaking point.

“I need more of her,” was all Jane could think. 

Both breathing heavily, Jane pushed herself away from Belle, and they both nodded in unison, sharing a glance. They were both drunk on arousal, ready to enjoy each other to their fullest.

Jane reached around Belle’s back and unhooked her bra, freeing her breasts and revealing her two sensitive buds, stiff and anticipating pleasure. Tenderly placing her mouth on Belle’s breast, a light moan escaped Belle.

Hitting one of her sensitive spots, Jane lightly nibbled on the pink bud in her mouth, making Belle jerk underneath her. The response was more than she could have hoped for. But she craved more.

With a quiet pop, she let go of Belle’s breast and inched her way down her body, kissing every untouched part of Belle on the way. Tenderly kissing around the navel she had previously teased, she gradually slid further down Belle’s legs, until she stopped just above her lace panties.

Her warm breath made Belle squirm underneath her, and Jane could scarcely contain herself. She kissed Belle’s exposed thighs as she grabbed onto the edge of her panties and slowly wiggled them over her soft buttocks, just as she had done with her skirt.

A patch of well-kept hair hid underneath the blush pink panties. Combed toward the center of her entrance, it was dense without being overwhelming.

The inside of her panties caught the light and showed how excited Belle had been. Smeared in her slick, her entrance glistened with wetness, and a small string of arousal connected the lace panties and her crotch.

With the panties off, Jane gently nudged Belle to spread her legs for her. 

Doing as she was asked, Jane tenderly kissed the inside of Belle’s thighs, trembling with each careful touch of Jane’s lips. The scent of her arousal filled Jane’s mind, and as if Belle’s body could read her mind, a clear liquid trickled from Belle’s folds, showing off her lust.

Intoxicated by Belle’s scent, Jane moved towards Belle and licked some of the trailing juices, each movement of the tongue sending a jolt through Belle, making her entire body jerk.

Satisfied and drunk on Belle’s arousal, Jane placed her tongue at the bottom of her folds, gliding across the length of her slit, towards her clit. Pleasured by Jane’s rough yet slick tongue, Belle shuddered, making her fight to stifle some of her moans.

Her tongue gliding closer to Belle’s swollen tip, Jane felt the pull of her own desires. She opened her mouth around the nub and pressed her tongue against Belle’s most sensitive part. 

Twitching under her teasing, Jane drew circles around her clit, making Belle writhe in pleasure, under her teasing tongue.

Feeling Belle’s lower clenching under her, Jane paused her pleasurable assault on her partner and carefully withdrew from her sensitive nub, now covered in a mix of slick and saliva. 

Catching her breath, Jane looked up to make sure her lover was alright, but she was met with Belle interrupting her before she could speak.

“W-why did you stop?” she managed to say between heavy breaths.

“Oh, were you close? Want me to continue?” Jane asked, knowing the answer to the question beforehand.

“Y-yes…” Belle’s voice trailed off.

Getting up from between Belle’s drenched crotch, Jane sat next to Belle, her back against the headboard of the bed.

Leading her slender fingers between Belle’s legs, she placed her middle finger along Belle’s slit, keeping a constant yet light pressure.

With Belle squirming between her fingers, Jane began moving the finger from side to side, digging deeper into Belle’s folds. Saliva and slick coated her hand, as wet sounds echoed off the walls of Belle’s room.

Under Jane’s stimulating touch, Belle’s breath shuddered as her hips started bucking against Jane’s fingers. Feeling her partner’s hole spasm, Jane removed her hand, now glistening in the low light of the room. She brought her fingers to Belle’s face, barely pressing against her small lips.

“You’re so adorable,” she said, sticking her fingers covered in slick, inside her mouth. Resisting at first, Belle quickly began caressing Jane’s fingers with her tongue, licking up the juices, almost drooling as she went.

Licking her lips, she watched her partner happily lick her fingers clean. She withdrew her fingers from Belle's mouth and stood up next to the bed.

She started stripping off her clothes, gently swaying her hips as she gave Belle a little show, seductively letting each piece of clothing fall to the floor, while avoiding revealing too much.

Acting modestly, Jane covered her breasts and crotch when she turned to face her lover on her bed. Taking great care to cover her own nipples and crotch, Jane carefully hid the same pink areolae which she had sent a picture of earlier to Belle.

Crawling back into bed with Belle, Jane crawled on top of Belle and kissed her partner on her cheeks and neck, sending shivers down her body.

Pressing her lips against the base of Belle’s neck, Jane sucked hard on the area, making Belle let out an uncontrollable moan. When she lifted her head, she had left a very visible red mark where her lips had been moments ago.

She smiled at her work.

“Ready to continue?” Jane purred, looking at Belle on her back, drunk with lust.

“Please,” Belle responded, her voice broken and raspy. “I thought you’d never ask.”

“I really can’t resist her,” Jane thought. Still cupping her breasts, she sat back up on top of Belle, with a look of famish on her face.

“As you wish,” she said.

Spreading Belle’s legs, Jane lowered herself onto Belle’s crotch. She felt a tremendous heat radiating from her lover’s folds, directly touching her own. Both releasing a moan, Jane breathed heavily at the pleasure, completely untouched until this moment.

“I’m sorry Belle, but I don’t think I can hold back any longer,” she said. Arousal dripping from their slits, the sound of squelching continued to echo in the room as Jane rhythmically grinded her crotch against Belle’s. 

Each rocking of Jane’s hips caused jolts of pleasure to spark through their bodies, momentarily causing them both to pause to regain their composure.

“This is so much better than I imagined,” Jane said, her voice husky, breath hitching. Panting, Belle ran her hands across Jane’s bare shoulders, sending shivers through her.

“So I wasn’t the only one?” Belle smirked, rocking her hips.

Intoxicated on lust and Belle’s arousal, Jane couldn’t stop herself from lowering herself once more, even if she wanted to. The slippery sensation as she slid over her lover’s slit kept bringing her closer and closer to climax.

Gasping heavily from her partner’s grinding, Belle’s hips started bucking on their own, giving away her imminent climax. 

Cupping one of her own breasts, Belle began kneading the sensitive mound as she kept pleasuring herself against Jane.

Mimicking her lover, Jane began kneading her own breasts along with Belle, feeling pleasure from both ends of her body.

“Just a little more Belle, then I’m there,” she said through heavy panting. She’d gotten closer to climaxing herself, and each jolt of pleasure could bring her over the edge at any moment.

Belle couldn’t take it anymore, the pleasure had grown too unbearable.

“Jane… I’m cumming!” she yelped. Her body stiffened as she went over the edge, grunting as her slit trembled and clenched, and a small amount of clear liquid squirted from her.

Feeling Belle climaxing and jerking between her folds, Jane soon followed with her own climax, her body shuddering and trembling.

“Me too,” Jane managed to say before falling silent as her climax washed over her body, her crotch still pressed against Belle.

Strength vanishing from her body, Jane fell on top of Belle, their skin sticky from juices and sweat. Just able to roll off of Belle, Jane let out a soft chuckle.

“What’s wrong? Belle asked.

“I think that was more than I bargained for,” Jane replied, turning her side toward her lover, cuddling against her.

Belle returned the gesture by doing the same, rolling to face Jane. Enjoying what felt like an eternity, the two lay there, pressing their foreheads together, being close.

A comfortable silence enveloped the two, but was soon disturbed by Jane getting up from bed. Confused, Belle propped herself up on her elbows.

“Is something wrong?”

“Wait a moment,” Jane said, wrapping a blanket around her nakedness, before stepping out of the room. Only minutes passed before she returned with towels in her arms.

She dropped the blanket and sat next to Belle.

“Be still,” Jane said, unfolding a warm, damp towel, carefully wiping Belle’s body, taking great care to wipe off her stomach and crotch. Her face growing red, Belle averted her eyes from Jane.

“I can do that myself… This is kind of embarrassing,” she said, even her ears turning red again.

“Hush now, I’m almost done,” Jane ran the towel across Belle’s legs. After going over herself with the towel as well, Jane awkwardly crawled next to Belle, finding her spot in bed once again, this time pulling the comforter over the two of them.

“You okay?” she asked Belle, seeming a little flustered.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I was really looking forward to something happening tonight.”

“Satisfied?”

“Yes!” Belle exclaimed. “It felt amazing. I feel bad for turning into a mess when we’re together,” she paused. “You just know all my weak spots.”

“Don’t worry, I thoroughly enjoyed it as well,” she ran her hand through Belle’s short hair. “Next time, I can show you some of my weak spots.”

She took Belle in her arms and closed her eyes.

“With what I do for a living, I never thought I’d find people I was this compatible with,” she said.

Surprised by the sudden heartfelt confession, Belle took a few seconds to think properly. She nuzzled her face into Jane’s chest.

“I feel the same way.”

 

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Light poured into the loft room, signaling the start of a new day. Both Belle and Jane groaned as they were woken up by the light.

Laughing at each other for having the same reaction, they both got up and ready to start the new day—Belle had the store to run and Jane had her PubSec work to continue with.

After a quick shower together and brushing their teeth, they both stepped out of the room, and made their way down the stairs to the store floor.

Greeting them from behind the counter, Weiss gave them a small wave, before letting out a large yawn.

“Tired Wise?” Belle asked, laughing at the sight of her otherwise composed brother so openly showing off his tiredness.

“Yes, a little,” he said, averting his eyes from the two of them. “ Someone kept me up most of the night,” he said, going back to sorting movies and updating their inventory.

“Oh… S-sorry, I guess,” Belle stammered. Jane took her hand and dragged her with her.

“Let’s get out of here,” she laughed. “See you next time, Wise,” she waved goodbye, not too bothered by the situation.

The two shared a kiss before splitting to return to their routines.

“I can’t wait for the next time,” Jane thought as she walked away, waving back at her partner.

 

 

Notes:

AAAAAAHHHHH finally got the chapter released 🫠
I've been spending an entire week polishing this story, and I do apologise if I ended up getting blind to some mistakes!

I hope it was worth the read 🫶
Comments are always super appreciated, but if you don't know what to say, here's an emoji key for you!
❤️= You wish you could kudos again
😭= I got you right in the feels
🔥= This was so hot!
🐰= It's so fluffy!

Next chapter will come out, when the inspiration strikes, but I will do my utmost to promise that each pairing will get a chapter with time!

Thanks for reading~

Chapter 2: Fish out of Water

Summary:

This chapter features Belle/Ellen Joe. No warnings apply

I updated the relationships to match the planned relationships in this story, but many more can be added later~

 

One early afternoon, and the streets of Lumina Square were busier than usual. Nestled between towering buildings, a relatively small building had a line of customers, eagerly waiting their turn to enjoy a slice of cuteness.

A popular café had recently changed direction, offering their own take on a maid café near the center of Lumina Square. What set this café apart, were the workers, who catered to their customers’ wishes.

Where other cafés had gone all in on the over-the-top cute factor, this café had a much more varied staff, ready to serve their masters.

 “Good afternoon, Master, here is your order. Would you like a touch of magic, to enhance the flavor?”

It was a rehearsed line, meant to be a cute, playful way for the café to interact with its customers. But somehow, it was entirely betrayed by Ellen’s deadpan, ‘tired-of-it-all’ delivery.

With a bottle of ketchup, Ellen began squeezing its contents over the popular ‘omurice’ she had just served the customer, citing another rehearsed line—somehow even more monotone than before.

“Bringing you lots… of love,” she said, unable to stop herself from contemplating her life’s choices which had led her to this moment in the middle of the sentence.

Smiling happily, the customer grabbed their spoon and started digging in before Ellen wandered off to the back of the café, waiting for the next customer she was supposed to serve.

The café was filled to the brim today, and all workers had been called in to help out. Summer was one of the busiest times of the year. People wanted to go and experience things, and a popular maid café was no exception.

Dragging herself out to the back of the café, Ellen found a wall to lean up against. She pulled out her phone with a shark-themed case around it, swiping through her notifications. It was mostly the school group chat, complaining about homework over summer.

Groaning at the dreadful reminder, she was about to reply to her friends, before a new notification popped up. Ellen recognized the profile picture immediately. It was that of a small Bangboo. It was Belle.

“Hey, Ellen~ What are you up to?”

“Not much. Just working.”

“Aww, you can’t be working when it’s this perfect outside! Wanna hang out later?”

Ellen paused before she started typing a response. She didn’t feel like hanging out with anyone today. Belle would understand, right?

It’s not often I get to see Belle like this. But I can’t be bothered today. She silently groaned, typing: “Sorry, Belle, I just can’t—”

She was cut short as another notification, a new message from Belle.

“We’ll have so much fun! I was thinking of taking you to the new resort out by the Throne Quarter—The ‘Fantasy Resort.’ I’m helping some friends rebuild the place, and you get to see me in a swimsuit~”

Rolling her eyes, Ellen started deleting the rejection she was about to send to Belle, tapping away on the keyboard as she changed her mind.

“… I need to pick up my swimsuit first. I’m off work at 3pm.”

“Awesome! Let’s meet at the resort later. I’ll see you then~”

Ellen lowered her hands as she let out a long, drawn-out sigh. Somehow Belle had made her change her mind, without even being present.

I don’t even have a cute swimsuit to wear.

She put her phone in her pocket, just as she was called on by one of the other staff members. Rolling her eyes once more, she reluctantly went into the café, with her rehearsed lines and the dangling carrot of spending time with Belle later.

⎯⎯ ✧⎯⎯

Baring down from above, the sun scorched everything it touched, heating the sand almost unbearably. Only the shade from the parasols or buildings offered relief.

Running along the water’s edge, beach-goers of all ages were playing in the cold water hitting the beach, creating the only stretch of sand that was cool enough to stand still in. Crashing waves hitting the shore filled the air, and the happy squeals of kids playing catch created the atmosphere fitting a beach.

Standing under the shallow shade of a beach hut, Ellen stood with her back against the small hut’s wall. Scanning the area, she started clicking her tongue, every time she saw someone looking pretty in their bikini.

I should’ve bought something cuter.

She had come across a one-piece swimsuit, affectionately called the “shark bite.” If not Ellen, then who else could wear it?

It was a charcoal-gray one-piece swimsuit, with the entire midsection cut out, fitted with faux shark teeth adorning the top and bottom of the cutout, imitating an open shark’s mouth.

Fitted across her chest, was a strap of red fabric with the words “BITE ME” written across and on her leg, a thigh strap with the same words and color.

She sighed, crossing her arms in displeasure. But not long after, she noticed Belle walking down the stairs, leading down the beach. Expecting something simple and not-too-revealing, Ellen is surprised to see what Belle had chosen to wear.

She wore small, orange hot pants, with the strings of a swimsuit underneath sitting on her hips, and a matching, orange swimsuit top, covered by a slightly sheer t-shirt. This revealed a modest chest, usually hidden by her usual graphic long-sleeved shirt and her vest.

Walking down the stairs, Ellen had to show self-restraint, as to not stare with an open mouth. Feeling a flicker of heat in the pit of her stomach, she watched as Belle’s hips swayed in an almost exaggerated fashion. After she reached the bottom of the stairs, she headed in Ellen’s direction.

“Ellen~” Belle waved as she got closer. “Thanks for your hard work! I’m happy you wanted to hang out.”

“I’ve been looking forward to it,” Ellen blushed slightly, averting her eyes from Belle.

“Let’s head over there! There’s a free parasol,” Belle pointed to an empty spot on the beach, slightly hidden away in an alcove. Nodding in agreement, Ellen followed after Belle, trying her best not to stare too openly at Belle’s surprisingly jiggly rear. She felt the flicker of heat, slowly growing warmer and warmer.

Finding their spot, Belle opened a large towel and draped it on top of the slightly warm sand. Nudging Ellen to sit down, they both enjoyed the shade from the parasol, while drinking some cold refreshments.

Finally relaxing, Belle looked Ellen up and down, making the Shark Thiren somewhat nervous.

She’s probably going to make fun of me…

“By the way Ellen, your swimsuit is really cute, you’d almost think it was made for you!”

Feeling a wave of comfort and ease wash over her, Ellen’s shoulders dropped. It wasn’t more than five minutes ago, she felt a little resentful towards all the pretty swimsuits she’d seen.

As long as Belle likes it.

Trying to hide her blushing from the compliment, Ellen looked around, trying to not make eye contact. About to open her mouth to return the compliment, Belle quickly turned to face Ellen.

“Why don’t we get some sun? We’re at the beach, after all.”

Looking around her belongings, the realization slowly dawned on Ellen. Of all the things she could forget to bring to the beach, in her haste, she had forgotten to bring sunscreen.

“Belle, I’m really sorry, I completely forgot—”

Turning around to apologize, Belle had already found a bottle of sunscreen, and was waving it in front of her face, taunting her. Ellen let out a sigh, relief mixed with annoyance.

“Do you want to put sunscreen on me, or should I help you, Ellen?”

Without a word, Ellen got on her stomach, flat on the rolled-out towel. She closed her eyes, waiting expectantly.

I don’t have the energy to help Belle right now. She offered to help me, right?

She felt something heavy pressing against the base of her shark tail. Knowing it was Belle pressing against her, was supposed to make it less appealing, but not being able to see her made it exciting.

“You know… Ellen, if you don’t want tan lines, you should pull off the top of your swimsuit~”

 

After a moment of thought, Ellen let out a sigh. While lying down, she tugged the top of her swimsuit off, trying to hide her modest mounds from potential onlookers as she went.

Burying her face in the towel, Ellen realized her hardened nipples were brushing against the soft surface. She felt a faint throb in her abdomen, her mind wandering to Belle’s swimsuit.

She looks so good in that swimsuit…

Before her thoughts could stray too far, she was interrupted by a small giggle from on top of her. Lifting her upper body, Ellen twisted her torso slightly, trying to get a better look at Belle.

“Hehehe,” Belle giggled, as the sound of sunscreen being squeezed out followed.

“What?”

“Your boobs. I totally forgot how cute they were~”

“… shut up… just hurry…” Ellen said, burying her face in the towel.

“As you wish~”

She barely heard Belle rubbing the sunscreen into her hands, before Ellen felt a pair of cold hands touch her bare skin. Surprised by the coldness, a small yelp escaped her, bordering on an involuntary moan. She pressed her face into the towel, muffling any other sound that she may produce.

Feeling her face grow warm, she averted her eyes from Belle, on the off-chance Belle was staring. Squeezing her thighs together, she felt her arousal build up between her legs.

It was obvious she playfully tried to avoid Ellen’s more sensitive areas, inching close to the small of her back, or her exposed breasts. 

But as the tension continued to brew, and neither of them saying anything, Ellen closed her eyes and focused on Belle’s hands. Travelling all across her skin, with every pass, she kept creeping closer and closer to Ellen’s breasts.

Her breath caught from the anticipation, and her hips shifted against the soft towel underneath her. Her hands gripping the towel, she suddenly felt something touching the top of her shark’s tail. 

Just as she was about to turn to see what it was, she was denied by Belle, pushing on her shoulders with her hands.

“Stay down, I can’t spread sunscreen like this.”

Doing as she was told, Ellen lied back down, and not long after, the touching sensation happened again. Unlike most Shark Thirens, Ellen’s tail had grown to be quite sensitive in spots, and the top of her tail was one such spot.

Lost in thought, Ellen suddenly felt Belle’s hands on her skin, once more. Following the contours of her body, they had almost taken on an entirely different persona—massaging the small of her back, and cupping the side of her breasts.

The touching on her tail started to pick up movement, quickly turning into friction. Fabric rhythmically grinding against the top of her tail, faint sounds of wetness came from behind Ellen.

Ellen froze when she felt Belle’s hands slip between her breasts and the towel, cupping around her naked chest. She began kneading the pillowy mounds, slowly but determined.

“Belle—mmh…”

“Mmm… just as soft as I remembered~”

Another muffled whimper escaped her throat. Her toes curled from feeling Belle’s soft hands on her skin, tenderly touching her with care. Leaning down to the side of Ellen’s face, Belle whispered in her ear.

“Your tail’s so slippery, Ellen~”, continuing to knead. “It’s almost begging me.”

“B-Belle! Not… mmh—”

Leaning back up, Belle removed her hands from Ellen’s chest, and picked up speed, grinding against her tail. Unable to keep her voice under control, Belle began quietly panting and moaning, filling the air surrounding them with her excitement.

“It’s okay… I chose this place… for a reason,” Belle said, her words getting caught between moans. “Should I… stop?”

Burying her face in the towel once again, Ellen showed no signs of resistance.

“… idiot… don’t stop…”

Continuing to grind on Ellen’s tail, Belle soon began to moan louder and more erratic. Her breaths started to hitch, and the wetness on Ellen’s tail grew with each passing second.

Supporting herself on Ellen’s back, Belle began grinding faster on the sensitive part of Ellen’s tail, building closer and closer to a climax.

“Ellen, I’m gonna—” she managed to say, before her entire body shaking. Losing strength in her arms, Belle caught herself, before she crashed into Ellen underneath her.

Her hands clenching the towel and squirming against the towel, Ellen found herself whimpering as she had been brought to the edge of climaxing herself.

With an expression of some sadness and frustration from being brought to the edge, and no further, she looked away from Belle.

“S-sorry Ellen, I left you hanging, didn’t I?”

Getting no response, she mustered her strength and turned Ellen on her back. Her face bright red and a trail of saliva from the corner of her mouth, she was drunk on having Belle grinding against her.

Looking towards the ocean, Ellen tried not to look at Belle, as her breath returned to normal.

“… that better not have been it…” she said.

Smiling, Belle moved back, sitting on top of Ellen’s thighs.

“I wouldn’t dream of doing that. But first, we should get this off” she said, grabbing the loose top, helping the rest of the one-piece swimsuit off Ellen’s hips.

Underneath, a small patch of hair caught the light, glistening with sweat and slick from her juices.

“You’re so cute like this,” Belle said, brushing her fingers on the small patch.

Ellen’s breath hitched at the sensation, remembering how long it had been, since she’d last let herself go. Working for the Victoria Housekeeping Co . meant being ready at a moment's notice—and, living in close quarters with Corin left her with no privacy at all.

“Please… just get to it,” Ellen conceded, her voice breaking into a plea.

“As you wish.”

Settling between Ellen’s legs, Belle slowly but surely coaxed them apart, her fingers digging into Ellen’s soft thighs. Fully exposed, Ellen felt as the summer air kissed her soaked slit, making her squirm, her thighs trembling.

Tugging Ellen’s hips up against her chest, Belle left her butt perched there, legs flailing wide with no purchase to rest them on. Feeling her heart pound from the exposure, Ellen felt heat rising in her cheeks.

Smiling, Belle wetted her lips and grabbed the underside of Ellen’s thighs, before she moved closer to Ellen’s hips. Soaked in slick from before, Belle kissed and cleaned up the mess she’d left Ellen in. Starting from close to her knees and working down, she never got close to the source of the arousal.

Each kiss sent sparks of pleasure through Ellen, causing goosebumps to appear with each loving touch. Trying to remain calm in the moment of respite, after Belle had finished cleaning her up, quiet whimpering betrayed Ellen’s actual feelings.

“There, that should do it,” Belle said. “Now for the main event.”

Expectantly sticking out her tongue, Belle lustfully licked along the outside of the length of Ellen’s lips, tasting the slightly sweet and salty juices that had coated her from her arousal.

Twitching under her tongue, Ellen fought to not whimper too loudly, pressing her hands against the soft ground underneath her.

“B-Belle—”

Her gaze locked on the shark, she stared intently, as Belle slowly worked her tongue closer and closer to the inside of Ellen’s slit, until her tongue had buried itself between her folds.

Her body trembling, Ellen lightly bit down on her own lip, trying to muffle a moan. But seeing her fight to not let out a noise, Belle began licking along Ellen’s folds. 

The sound of kisses and wetness being stirred came from where the two connected, the clear nectar pouring from Ellen’s entrance.

Following her folds with her tongue, Belle began circling the hooded nub, hiding where the lips met. Quivering with each touch, she could tell Ellen was beginning to convulse from the pleasure, ready to burst at a moment's notice.

Grabbing on to whatever she could, Ellen dug her fingers into the towel, as if trying to grab the ground beneath her. A slave to Belle’s tongue, she could only accept her inability to escape her.

Bringing Ellen to just the edge, Belle withdrew and stared at the wet mess she had left Ellen in. Licking her lips clean from juices, she paused, grinning at the shark resting her butt on her chest.

“I hope you’re ready~” Belle said, before she leaned down to Ellen’s folds once more, this time wrapping her lips around all of Ellen’s slit, trying her best to catch all of Ellen’s juices.

Pressing her tongue against Ellen, the rough, yet still slick tongue, spread her entrance open, scraping along her sensitive walls. Involuntarily trying to curl up from the sensation, Belle wrapped her arms around Ellen’s hips, forcing her to stay where she was.

Pushing her tongue in and out of Ellen’s entrance, Belle concentrated her attention on Ellen’s impending climax.

Using her hands, Ellen tried pushing against Belle to escape the overstimulation, to no avail. She was locked to Belle’s mouth, and she felt her abdomen tighten and throb at the building climax.

Trying to keep her voice low, she looked at Belle, pleading with her eyes. With an almost hushed whisper, she covered her mouth.

“B-Belle… I’m gonna cum…”

Smiling greedily with her eyes, Belle pressed her mouth firmer against Ellen, running her tongue through her folds, prodding her sensitive clit with the tip of her tongue. 

Maintaining eye contact with Ellen, Belle kept using her tongue against Ellen’s clit, caressing it with circular motions and gently flicking it from side to side. Each movement of her tongue, caused Ellen’s body to convulse and jolt, bringing her to the edge of her climax.

“Cumming!”

Biting down on the towel, the sudden sensation locked up Ellen’s body as her climax washed over her. A small stream of clear liquid squirted from her slit, before Belle managed to catch the tail-end of her reward for her efforts.

Trembling and shaking, Belle kept her arms around Ellen’s waist, helping her not get hurt. As her climax subsided, Belle carefully helped lay down Ellen on the towel. Huffing and puffing, basking in the afterglow, Ellen stared with a blank expression at Belle.

“Belle…” she dazedly whispered.

Just when Belle was about to reach down to Ellen, the two heard a small group of people approach their secluded spot. Panicking, Belle helped Ellen get her swimsuit on properly, before they quickly rushed to the buildings further up the beach.

They left their belongings behind and rushed to find a place to hide and properly clean up.

They managed to find some outdoor showers, where they quickly locked themselves inside one of the small booths. Slightly cramped, it was designed for only one person at a time, leaving barely any elbow room for the both of them.

Using the weight of her body, Belle pressed both her hands against the door, fighting to catch her breath. Both of them drenched in sweat and juices, they had tried taking the less-travelled path to the showers.

Behind Belle, Ellen was fidgeting in place, unsure what to do with herself. Feeling the rush from being pleasured by Belle, and then the frantic run to the showers, adrenaline, and excitement was coursing through her body.

Looking at Belle, she scanned the Proxy from head to toe, her attention captured by Belle’s rear. Feeling an itch between her legs, she slowly moved a hand underneath her swimsuit, feeling her slick.

Heat rising in her body from the touch, her Thiren nature was slowly taking over. Going into a heat-like state, slowly staggering closer to Belle, pressing against the door as she tried to control her emotions. 

Wrapping her arms around Belle from behind, Ellen rested her chin on Belle’s shoulders, whispering into her ear with a breathy voice.

“I’m sorry, but I need more.”

“Ellen?”

Before she knew what was going on, Belle felt Ellen’s lips on her neck, kissing and licking Belle, hugging her tighter from behind.

“Please Belle…”

Grabbing Ellen’s arms, Belle turned around the horny Shark Thiren and pushed her back against the door. Ellen’s face flushed, drooling and looking as if she was in a trance.

“Did that turn you on?” Belle asked, resting her forearms against the door, next to Ellen’s face. She moved closer, placing her lips a few inches from Ellen’s.

Nodding almost by instinct, Ellen leaned into Belle’s kiss without thinking, meeting Belle’s tongue with her own.

Engrossed in Belle’s kiss, Ellen felt the Proxy’s hand travel from her shoulder and down to her now-covered breasts, cupping her hand against one of them. Jolting from the touch, the swimsuit couldn’t hide the peaking nipple underneath.

Using the palm of her hand, Belle ran circles on top of Ellen’s nipple until the shark’s legs began showing signs of giving out.

“You must be so close already~” Belle said, leaving Ellen’s breast alone, letting her hand travel down Ellen’s body.

Feeling Ellen’s chest rise and fall with each heavy breath, Belle resumed kissing her, then slid her fingers past the hem of the swimsuit to tease Ellen’s slit from outside.

Squeezing her legs together, it was as if Ellen’s body didn’t want to let go of Belle’s hand. Drenching her hand in slick, Ellen’s arousal was reaching its absolute limit, ready to go off any agonizing second.

Using two fingers, she drew small circles on top of Ellen’s clit, from outside the swimsuit. Ellen’s knees buckled, and her hips began rolling against Belle’s touch.

She began panting and moaning, getting ever closer to another climax, completely enthralled by Belle’s touch.

“You’re so cute,” Belle said between kisses, this time not returning to Ellen’s lips. “But I think you’ve waited long enough now.”

Lifting her hand, Belle found the edge of Ellen’s swimsuit, and slid her hand under the fabric, pressing the flat of her hand against Ellen’s skin. Reaching her sensitive nub with her fingers, she teased Ellen a little more, before pushing her entire palm against Ellen’s lower lips.

Drenched in juices, wet sounds betrayed Ellen’s arousal. Feeling Belle’s hand against her slit, Ellen pressed her face into Belle’s shoulder, gently biting down on the exposed skin.

She felt Belle jolt as she carefully bit down on her shoulder.

“Naughty shark~”

Beginning to rub her fingers outside Ellen’s entrance, she used two fingers to tease her lips apart, causing Ellen to bite down a little harder, and squeeze her thighs together. Smiling, Belle continued to run circles on the outside of Ellen’s lips, before she stopped, and looked out the corner of her eye.

“Are you ready?”

“Mhm,” Ellen nodded, closing her eyes, still biting down on Belle’s shoulder, tugging at her clothes.

As soon as Ellen nodded to Belle, she felt an almost searing heat, as suddenly Belle inserted a couple of fingers inside her entrance. Carefully hooking her fingers, Belle quickly found Ellen’s most sensitive spot, keeping a constant pressure on the area.

Losing all strength in her legs, she felt Belle support her with staying upright, using her other hand to guide Ellen’s arms around her neck.

“There, there. Just a little more and we’ll be all done~”

Picking up speed, obscene noises came from the small shower room, and anyone walking past would be able to tell what was going on inside.

With her walls vigorously being scraped by Belle, Ellen’s eyes began rolling back as her climax drew closer and closer.

“Belle—” Ellen’s voice caught in her throat.

“I know, just let go.”

Hearing her words of encouragement, Ellen’s hips began bucking as she got closer and closer to the inevitable climax. Unable to resist the urge any longer, Ellen unintentionally bit down on Belle’s shoulder, leaving clear marks, as her entire body shook and shuddered.

An intense climax washed over her, her body, and shark tail stiffening as it did. Clenching down on Belle’s fingers and shoulder, Ellen was a prisoner of her own body, waiting for her orgasm to subside.

When it finally did, Ellen loosened her jaws from around Belle’s shoulder and slumped into her arms, weak and spent from Belle’s loving touch.

“Good girl, Ellen~”

Gently caressing Ellen in her arms, Belle managed to turn on the showers and let the water run warm, giving them the chance to wash off, when Ellen could finally stand on her own again.

Kissing Ellen’s forehead, Belle ran her fingers through her hair and hugged the shark tight.

“I’m so happy you said yes today, Ellen.”

Resting her head against Belle’s shoulder, Belle suddenly jolted when Ellen’s chin made contact. Leaning slightly sideways, Belle managed to get a glimpse of herself in a mirror, as a worried look washed over her.

A very noticeable bite mark peeked out from where Belle’s clothes would barely cover it. Playfully, she flicked Ellen’s forehead with her fingers.

“I just hope no one will notice this,” she said, gesturing with her head towards her shoulder.

“Sorry,” Ellen moped a little, feeling happy with leaving a mark of their time together.

⎯⎯ ✧⎯⎯

After their fun in the showers, Ellen and Belle managed to wash themselves off, before they headed outside and found the stuff they had left behind.

Picking up the sunscreen, they helped each other to properly get coated this time, Ellen blushing as she remembered what happened last time they did this.

Giggling at the suddenly-shy shark, Belle laughed as Ellen pouted at the reaction, and the fact she was caught already thinking about the fun they had had.

Barely had they sat back down on the towel, before Belle’s phone rang. She picked up the phone, and Ellen could hear the faint sound of a feminine voice.

Nodding along with the voice, Belle seemed to agree with whatever the voice said, and not long after, she ended the call and stuffed her phone back in her pocket. 

“Do you remember the friends I mentioned, who I’m helping rebuild this place? They just asked if we wanted to come hang out and get some ice cream. Wanna come?”

“Hmm, sure. Sounds like fun,” Ellen nodded.

The two got up and packed their things, leaving the spot as they had found it.

I’m glad she convinced me to come along.

The two met up with Alice, Yuzuha, and Manato, getting some ice cream under the sweltering sun.

 

Notes:

Holy moly, that chapter was a long time coming 🫠 (pun not intended)

I hope it was worth the wait, I know a lot of people have shown interest in this silly story of mine, and thank you so much for that! ❤️❤️❤️
Next chapter will come out when I get the inspiration, so I do hope you'll stick around 🙇

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