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“Cereza,” she turns onto her side, slowly, the mottled dark red on her chin catching Cereza’s eye yet again. It really was her best colour at the end of the day.
“Are you afraid?”
She swallows.
“Terrified.”
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Cereza gives a gentle huff when Jeanne leans in to kiss her, their hands intertwining in the process.
It feels like a death sentence.
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A chapter of the Umbra have fallen on hard times, but with the guidance of their leader, Elder Iseult, they look to rebuild, and reclaim their honour. Her most loyal followers, the heiress, and the wretched Outcast make up the set of witches who follow her right into the den of the Tuatha; denizens of the Upper Ríocht, so that they may be slain, and transfigured into the finest of weapons.
In the end, they'll be adequately rewarded.
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Effortlessly, she flips Jeanne—as if she weighs absolutely nothing at all, and presses her back into the length of the sofa. Pushing her hands above her head, Cereza seamlessly pins her wrists to the armrest.
“Keep those hands out of my way, Princess.”
It’s an easy instruction, one that Jeanne has no issue with following. She can feel a flush spreading over her cheeks, her chest, an anticipatory warmth building in her belly when Cereza loosens her hold.
She drags her fingertips along the inside of Jeanne’s exposed wrists, featherlight, almost ticklish in their gossamer touch—and traces the length of her arms, her torso, till she reaches the hem of her tunic.
Cereza smiles at her then, tongue poking out as she bites the tip.
“May I?”
Jeanne has to resist the urge to roll her eyes, to break out in a huge grin; Cereza always had a penchant for chivalry, and the recent change in their relationship only encouraged the behaviour. Not that Jeanne was disappointed, in fact, she secretly delighted in it.
“You may,” she breathes, fingers flexing above her head.
“I can never deny you anything.”
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A nsfw continuation of requiem’s 5th chapter
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When Luka had been offered the chance to go away for the weekend for work they had both breathed sighs of relief, hoping some distance might help. He had held her tightly before he left, a wet kiss pressed to her neck, a quiet “love you, Bayonetta” murmured into her ear. She had laughed, smile plastered on her face, and shoved him out the door with a reminder to not be late for his flight.
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“You could come over.” She doesn’t mean it to sound suggestive, she swears she doesn’t - but she had just gotten herself off to the thought of Jeanne and the perfume is still on her neck and maybe if she sees her it will curb the ache somewhat, and help her get her head on straight.
It does anything but that.
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“We got off on the wrong foot,” she gives the barman a wave and beckons him to her, and gets one of those tequila beers that are a little too easy to drink.
Cereza would never drink that, is the silly thought that immediately comes to Jeanne and she thinks that she might be finally losing it.
“We did,” Jeanne agrees after taking a sip, eyeing Seline as she pays for her drink. She has closely cropped dyed black hair, and is wearing a leather jacket that has clearly been through so much.
“Perhaps we should start again,” Seline smiles, a Cereza smile, Jeanne thinks. It’s gentle and unwavering in how it sets on her lips, but laced with confidence. She stretches out a hand.
“I’m Seline.”
So she follows suit, and shakes. The hold is warm and firm.
“Jeanne, pleasure.”
They stand together in an amicable silence—but Jeanne can feel there’s a current of tension that she has a curdling desire to break.
It’s just as well that Seline beats her to the punch.
“Do you want to get out of here?”
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She’s wearing an ornate mask that’s doubled as a set of glasses, plus a suit made of hair. She has a blanket pulled over her shoulders for that extra bit of warmth; he had happened across her frightened and volatile, pointing ancient pistols at him. She was soaking wet and covered in the blood of angels.
Mostly angels. He could pick up the twang of human—mortal—blood.
“Well, you’re gonna need one,” is his terse reply as he lights a cigar using his thumb, an action she does not even look slightly perturbed by. He chuckles as he exhales.
“How about we spin a wheel and just pick one you like?”
That doesn’t make her laugh, doesn’t even make her crack a smile. Stormy eyes flashing with annoyance right behind her frames.
“I’ll kill you.”
Ok. Damn.
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Rodin makes an interesting friend.
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Standing in front of the display case, hat at a rakish angle and the famed Witch's Heart dangling from her finger, is La Papillon d’Ombre le Deuxième.
Jeanne hates everything about her, as passionately as possible.
Detective Jeanne d'Arc just wants to do her job - find Les Papillons d'Ombres and put them behind bars, once and for all. But as shadowy figures begin to draw closer, bringing with them dark memories of the past, Jeanne finds herself unexpectedly thrown into the path of a certain blonde thief.
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The woman is all confidence and leather, voice like smoking flowers, and Jeanne can’t help but lean in closer, desperate for a taste.
Jeanne’s first time at her local gay bar seems like it will be a drag…until Cereza takes an interest in her.
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The sand scratches at her skin, coarse and dry, but it doesn’t matter so much when Jeanne is looking at her like that, gaze fond, smile shining brilliantly under the morning sunrise.
Princess Bayonetta and her loyal retainer, Jeanne, as they navigate royal life in the desert.
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- Part 1 of desert hearts
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28 Nov 2022
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Jeanne had promised her, before their palms had known the shape of a gun or the horrors of the world, that she would protect Cereza no matter what. Small fingers entwined, hands held tightly despite the bars between them. Many moons before, Jeanne had seen her and immediately understood what loyalty was for. What love was for.
She’ll keep her promise, even if it kills her. Even though it will kill her.
Bayonetta 3 Hanahaki!AU.
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"This world is lost."
She's falling, body limp and magic overtaxed. She's falling and it feels like forever, careening through extreme heat to shockingly cold rain.
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An AU rewrite of Bayonetta 3
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17 Nov 2022