AKA a look into some of Hazel's personal struggles with herself and why- As well as her realizing the real reason she left for Pentagram City in the first place. This chapter covers her hesitance of talking about her time before working with Velvette.
TW FOR A BIT OF BAD EX TALK. the ex hasn't done nothin yet, we'll get there in the flashback
Today had started like any other day for Hazel.
She woke up decently early as the sinners screamed outside the window, slipping underneath the many arms, tails and legs alike from her partners. The bed creaked as she leaned her weight particularly hard, and the large hound had to hold her breath as the three still asleep adjusted accordingly, filling in the gap she'd made with no real hassle. It certainly was a sight, seeing Velvette curled up between the ridiculously larger Rosalina and the more average leaning Sage in bed.
Hazel's eyes scanned over the three once more, a crooked smile on her face as she finally made the effort to stand, scratching at the scruff of her chin as she made her way to the bathroom, stepping over discarded shoes and clothes from the night before, thrown away as they all filtered in to snuggle into bed. She did nearly fall, one of Velvette's heels being the cause, but she soon had recovered with a huff- Claw catching the doorway as she turned on the light.
It was still a bit jarring just how... Full the bathroom was. Hazel could recall many a times in her life where she wouldn't really think a tube of mascara left open would make her so soft, or the way the counter had been sanctioned off in zones for each of them made her snicker, but there were a lot of things she felt she'd outgrown. Herself, being one of them.
Her tired eyes caught herself in the mirror, and as much as she was sure her girls would say she looked so "macho" and "handsome" rolling out of bed, she couldn't really find it in herself to agree with them. She combed, or at least tried to comb a claw through her thicker fur around her neck, but she found herself snagging a matt or two with even just the small effort. 'Shit, it ain't gettin' any better...' The hound growled to herself, a bit embarrassed over the fact that her simple method of forgetting it existed failed, yet again. As she continued to tug and yank at the knotted fur, an all too familiar feeling of dread prickled up her skin as she traced over something she'd thought she'd never remember.
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It was a casual night out in the Lust Ring. Hazel herself had never really found herself going all that much to begin with since she moved here with her girlfriend, Indigo, a greed shark she'd met during her "daring escape". Not even a year ago, she'd finally escaped that damned house, and found herself.. Free. Of course, her heart grieved for her litter mates, her pack, but.. It was necessary. For survival, she told herself. Something she needed to do. It's what she needed to tell herself to get to sleep, at least.
That wasn't really as important to her now. No, she was more focused on the stuffy air of the sleazy club Indigo had swore up and down about, that it was going to be an amazing night out and a perfect date all in all. That's at least what Hazel was told, and as she found herself getting pushed by another demon with no real respect, she realized that Indigo had gone off without her, again. Just like the last time, though this time Hazel couldn't really catch the shark demon within the crowd, and her heart sunk at the realization.
Yet again, she'd been dragged around like some stupid pet dog, following after her girlfriend like a lost puppy before she was inevitably shoved off by another demon, before she inevitably found herself walking home alone again. Though, this time, she found herself busting open the doors much sooner than she usually would. No, she didn't sit around, sip awkwardly on her drink waiting at the door for her beck and call. Not anymore.
No, tonight she walked with conviction, brows furrowed and her maw curled up into a snarl as she made her way to her and Indigo's apartment- This time she didn't even bother with the keys, her strength alone enough to rip the handle out of place. With that, she started the process of packing up her things. Considering the few months she'd been staying here, there wasn't much that she would really claim as hers, and not something that Indigo would demand back after just a day with an excuse that it really WAS hers. It was a bags worth of stuff, mostly clothes if anything, but.. Wait, where was- Where was her box of letters?
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The recollection Hazel generally had with herself in the mirror every morning was soon cut short though, as she felt a pair of thinner arms wrap around her, a cheek nuzzling into her furry back as she looked down- Though, she knew who it was as soon as they walked through the door. "Mornin', Boss, miss me that much?" The reply she got in return was a muffled groan, and Hazel couldn't help but chuckle as she got distracted from her tangled mess, turning around and pulling Velvette into her arms with a snicker. "Gosh, yer grumpier than usual, what's got ya in a twist, love?" She was pretty sure that the few huffs and mumbles in reply were about her getting up and leaving, as she generally was the bed's heater at night. "...Did you make coffee yet?"
Hazel rolled her eyes as she shook her head, which had Velvette groaning as she slammed her face back into the fluffy chest, though as she moved to wrap her arms around Hazel's neck, it.. Was rather odd that Hazel had gone up to intercept her, instead now holding her hands. The confusion was clear enough on the overlord's face, and Hazel gave a more awkward laugh. "Well- I better get started on yer cup, right?" The both of them knew that it really wouldn't be enough, and that they were going to be having a chat later together, if not with the four of them, but Velvette knew better then to press than that.
So, as they unraveled, Hazel couldn't help her tail tucking between her legs as she exit the bathroom, feeling the overlord's gaze follow her the entire way, and apart of her was thankful for the plans today. She wouldn't get poked and prodded about it until later tonight, as, today was one of the days that Hazel was working with Rosalina- Another myth meeting, and this one she was actually invited too! That was exciting! Of course, she'd miss Velvette (though not the impending investigation), but she knew that Sage could handle it. Hell, Sage could come BACK if she died or was torn apart.. Hazel wasn't as lucky, but no one had really gotten that close. Not since....
Hazel huffed and shook her head as she started to brew the coffee, leaning against the counter as she watched the coffee drip into the pot, and she had the handful of mugs ready and waiting, every preference covered for. In moments like these, she was grateful that she only drank sugar in coffee form- And as she looked into her own cup, she swished the creamer around, ears flat against her head as she started to think again. 'What am I gonna tell her? That I just don't take care of it? She'll know I'm bullshittin' her.. And I ain't like lyin' to her much either. Fuck.'
The beep of the machine finishing it's pot had snapped her back, and as she poured the cups, she was met with Sage, who she handed a mug to with a smile and a little kiss to the top of the demon's head, which was met with an appreciative hum as they sipped at their mug, now leaning next to where Hazel continued to pour the other cups, not really minding the eyes on her.
That was, until, Sage spoke up.
"Mm, you seem like you're thinking about something, Hazelnut,"
How the fuck was she so easy? Hazel froze up, two mugs in hand, and she turned her head around, giving a nervous laugh. "Shoot, why do you say that, Bluebell?" The shakiness of her voice didn't help her case at all, and she nearly spilt the boiling hot coffee onto herself when Sage simply pointed at her tail. "You're not subtle, you never tuck your tail like that around here unless you were getting into some fun, and we all just woke up. I know you're quick- But, I'm assuming it's something else."
It was hard to argue with that sort of logic, even with how stupid Hazel could be, and so she didn't. "Just.. Boss is gonna wanna talk to me, and I don't really know if I'm.. Ready?" Hazel sighed, now just staring at her cup, wishing she could just drown herself in it rather than talk about her mushy feelings about it. It was just fur, she told herself, she just.. Didn't want to go to a groomer yet. That's it. Nothing more. Too busy, most likely. That's what she kept telling herself.
Sage took a few moments to ponder, tilting their head at the hound as they watched her internally struggle, before shrugging. "I can't force you to talk if you don't want to, I just was curious, love." Sage gives a soft little smile, raising their non-robotic hand up to gently caress Hazel's cheek, a gesture greatly appreciated with how she leaned into it. "...Thanks, sugar." Hazel mumbled out, that bushy tail of hers starting to finally wag again, and it was hard to deny that the demon's attempt at cheering her up had worked wonders.
"Now, you better get ready to go with Rosa, before Boss changes her mind and keeps you here." Hazel nodded in agreement as she scampered back off to the room, Sage's eyes following after her with a soft chuckle, enjoying the coffee and the show.
- CHAPTER 1 END
MAN. MAN ARE YALL READY FOR THE FUCKING LORE?? THIS FIC HAS REALLY BEEN A PAIN IN MY ASS AND THE REASON I HAVENT POSTED...
i also will doodle some stuff for these probably idk
sage n rosa belong to thge pookies
@theacedragon0w0 and @mirconreadzztuff22
also have fun @helluvadyke
I know that nobody on here, except the rest of the guard squad, knows who Pip is, but it's fiiiineeee.
As usual, I did not proofread this.
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"PIP?!"
Sydney whisked around the street frantically. THE ONE TIME-
The door had been open. Pip was gone.
Fighting tears, Sydney tried to scent the air. Everything smelled like blood, urine, and booze. "Please please please," She chanted as she looked.
The others had been called. They knew now. Surely, they were looking, too.
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Th streets were almost barren now, save for the occasional drunks that stumbled past. There was a puddle of blood, and while not unnatural, it had a scrap of green fabric near it. Fabric that was scented like mint.
There was crying up ahead...
Sydney tentatively moved towards the sound until it stopped, she wasn't too far now. But she could hear somebody talking.
"Okays Kitty." Came Pips voice suddenly.
Sydney turned the corner faster than she could think and launched herself between her son and the stranger. Through tears and growls she could make out pink and gray skin and a purple sweater.
There was a tense moment of silence before...
"Sydney?"
She knew that voice. Why did she know that voice? Who-
"Oh god. They said you died!" The figure threw themselves at the hound, arms wrapping tightly around her neck. "I thought you were gone!"
Sydney stiffened but that smell....
Silk.
"Me die?! Bitch you went missing!" Sydney shouted, her tail curled around Pip, who remained behind her. "Never to be seen again!"
"I got nabbed," Silk sobbed into the hellhounds shoulder. "I got back and you were gone and they said you died in a work fight and-"
"Shhh shh," Sydney comforted. "I'm okay. And so are you." Finally she wiped her eyes and got a look at the sinner. "Most of you."
Silk gave a pitiful chuckle and chewed her lip. "Lost my arm in the extermination after I was taken."
Sydney looked her over and stopped at her eyes. They were silver and red. Normal enough. But oh so beautiful.
And oh how grateful Sydney was to be able to look in those eyes again. She wiped her eyes once more and cupped Silk's face. "I have a friend with a prosthetic, maybe they could hook you up."
"I don't need pity, Syd."
"Not pity... an apology." Sydney brought their foreheads together.
"What for?" Silk asked anxiously, a sad tint to her voice.
"Never finding you." Came the whispered reply, hushed between the two.
"Momma. Dirt." Pip squeaked out from behind his mother.
Sydney sighed softly, wiped her eyes for the last time, and pulled back. She turned and looked over her son, who was indeed dirty and had a scraped up knee that was bandaged with a fresh, clean cloth. She turned to look at Silk again, just over her shoulder. "Come back with me?"
Another moment of silence.
"I don't think I should."
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WHOOO
I suck at writing angst 😔
That was rough to write, period. Sorry it's not longer. Might make a part two at some point.
♡ Rosie and you have very different physiques, but it works well for the both of you.
♡ Whenever she mentions that she's even a little tired, you'd pick her up and carry her, not a difficult task for you, obviously. She'd always say it's unnecessary, but you'd assure her that it is.
♡ I mean, she is your AMAZING wonderful girlfriend, you have to make sure that she knows she picked the right girl, considering she could easily get anyone with her charming nature.
♡ Sometimes, Rosie teases you about your muscles, I a good fun! She likes them a lot, and if you're ever insecure, she'd comfort you<3
♡ You do get protective at times. Even tho she is an overlord, she's still your girlfriend, and Rosie finds it cute how you care so much that you'd hurt anyone to protect her.
♡ You're the "strong muscular knight and her petite and kind but also badass princess" aesthetic
♡ Velvette truly adores your figure, she thinks having different body types is great because you can help her find our how to make clothes that look good on more muscular builds<33
♡ When you ask why she doesn't hire actual models and rather just uses you as a model, she says It's because you're the best girl for the job
♡ You definitely scare people, but in all honesty you're a softie for Vel<33
♡ SHES CONSTANTLY TOUCHING YOUR MUSCLES. Oh, you have a crop top on? She's touching your abs. You're literally just watching a movie about murder? Good time to caress those juicy thighs! Whenever your talking, she loves holding your arm or holding you by the waist.
♡ If for SOME reason her client isnt listening, she likes to call you to bring her a coffee or something, telling the client one of her associates is going to handle this, and speaks very loudly when you enter so you know she's annoyed at the client. Needless to say the client listened a lot more carefully to Vels demands after that.
Summary, Sage is given a chance to test the waters in their relationship with an unexpected tool
NSFW WARNING: butch4butch, use of robotic arm, fingering, oral sex, intense make out session, power playing?
OH BOY I SAID THIS WAS GONNA HAPPEN
Hazel belongs to the fabulous @puffymucher who inspired me to write this
"Try something different? What do you mean?"
"I mean let's try changing it up a bit Bluebell, yer usually the one getting railed by either me, the boss, or even Rosa for that matter, have yer ever even thought about giving us a bit of our own medicine?"
Sage was flushed at the notion, they did prefer being the receiving end of their partner's desire. It wasn't from the lack of experience that worried her but the rather the notion of being given control. She rationalized it as performance anxiety but did agreed on Hazel's point.
"Ok I guess it makes sense that you should experience some of the methods you and the others test out on me~" as Sage's face was nearing toward her lover's heat, but Hazel quickly stopped her,
"Actually, I was thinkin we can take that fancy arm of yours for a spin?" Pointing toward the recently upgraded prosthetic that was sitting on the nightstand
Sage hesitated, the arm was tailored for Sage's cooking and combat needs as, in her words, "that is all that I need from it," but allowed Vox to add a "fun mode" if the situation arrived, which didn't seem likely at the time.
Hazel's puppy eyes were irresistible to Sage, giving her at least enough encouragement to humor the idea, "Eeargh, fine we will see if this will actually work, and if this backfires we will use good old reliable," being her right hand that still remained attached to her body.
"Ya got yerself a deal love~" already positioning her legs around Sage, giving reassurance at every shift and touch between them.
The arm clicked into place when Sage attached it, she was feeling the wires being activated as the arm began to come more responsive to each nerve signal that it received. It took a few minutes of stretching the arm; flexing each finger, rotating the wrist both ways, and even the elbow for good measure. It wasn't painful but rather an annoyance of having to reattach the arm for it to charge or if it became too heavy. It just felt like pins and needles during every start up but she was grateful she didn't have to do it alone.
"All ready to go?" Hazel teased, pulling Sage closer toward her.
Not wanting to keep Hazel waiting, she began to work her hand at Hazel's entrance, gently tapping around the sides and using her other hand to grip Hazel thighs. Hazel's moans and whimpers motivated Sage to proceed.
And then they both got a jolt from the arm. Sage wasn't sure if it was from the stimulation but her thoughts jumped to her lover, who made a yelp and tucked her tail between her legs
Oh god I fucked up
"Oh shit are you ok?! Are you hurt? Did the arm shocked you?!"
Hazel's face was a deep crimson, she didn't expect to feel that sensation even with her rounds with Velvette and Rosalina. Hazel knew it wasn't an electric shock but seeing Sage's face of horror made her realize that she was about to chuck the arm across the room. Not when things were getting good.
"Wait calm down Sage, I'm fine really"
"You're sure? You made a sound that isn't usually good for sex."
Face still beat red, Hazel grabbed one of Sage's arm that was attempting to disconnect the prosthetic. Legs still having a strong grip on Sage's lower torso, refusing add space between them.
"i-it aint. a bad bad.." Hazel admitted "uhm. uhm. i think. id.. like it. lots."
It was Sage's turn to turn deeper shades of crimson, she was expecting to let Hazel to switch instead but was now told that she was still doing a decent job,
"o-oh, ok, as long as it isn't painful I keep going right?"
"Yes you can keep going love," remembering that Sage needs clear confirmation for these types of activities, which was very sweet of her.
Getting the clear, she readjusted herself so she would be able to work without another jolt from happening. Fingers gliding up and down with the same rhythm as before, with the thumb moving in circles around Hazel's clit.
Hazel was being to moan again, this time with one hand keeping Sage close and the other keeping them both upright.
Hazel then heard Sage grumble "she can make that sound?"
"Hazel this feels hella awkward, here can you lie back?" To which Hazel obeyed, still clinging on to Sage so they weren't an inch apart. To be honest neither of them expected this to be going this far, Sage now starting to insert their digital digits in. Hazel whimpered as Sage was going in and out of her, Hazel's arms and legs now wrapped around Sage, determined to keep them close to her
"Fffuck, Bluebell, just like that," Hazel begged as she felt Sage's legs now pining against her thighs and Sage's right arm gripping the back Hazel's scruff, reciprocating that need to be as close as they can get.
Hazel's moans were getting louder as she felt herself getting closer to the edge, claws digging into Sage's shoulders but it didn't stop Sage's momentum.
Sage felt it as well, and when Hazel loosened her grip Sage quickly slipped her head downward.
"W-wait, what are you doinng aug," Hazel buckled as she felt Sage's tongue sliding in with the robotic arm now gripping her inner thigh. Sage wasn't going to let this opportunity pass them, Sage needed to taste every inch of Hazel. Hazel's back arched as she became at the mercy of her partner's conquest. Now gripping Sage's hair to keep them from pulling away.
Sage could have made Hazel edge just how Velvette and Rosalina would to both of them, but they weren't here, it was just Hazel and Sage alone together. And they both knew how more enjoyable the aftercare would be with some energy to spare.
So Sage let Hazel release everything, including a bellowing howl that would have perceived Sage's eardrums if it weren't for Hazel's thighs squeezing Sage's skull.
Sage was about to pull away when Hazel pulled them up towards her, quickly locking lips when they reached eye to eye.
This was both Hazel's and Sage's favorite part. Being able to just melt into each other with no fear or judgment. Just being here together as their most honest selves, letting the other lovingly feel every curve that encompassed them.
Sage rolled off to the side of Hazel, still holding on to her while nuzzling their face into Hazel's neck. Both still trying to catch their breath
"So," Hazel managed to puff out, "how did you enjoy that?"
Sage, still trying to steady themselves responded "Heh, guess that arm turned out to be quite handy"
Hazel now howling with laughter, turned to pull Sage into a long embrace.
oh my bad! i posted this months ago but i shouldve included what the book is, this was from kate bornstein’s “my gender workbook: how to become a real man, a real woman, the real you, or something else entirely” and it’s also on internet archive where you can borrow it for an hour
GOD I WAS SO EXCITED!!1 TO DRAW THIS!!! sage ofc belongs to the pookiesaurus @theacedragon0w0 but like- GAH!!1 these bitches gay!!! hazel can be a poet sometimes (if you prompt her about her gfs) and i think it's hilarious that these two kinda knew already they wanted to be with sage but it took them almost DYING for them to figure out they wanted the girls!!!
yknow, being shorter than someone is still really new to hazel. it leads to some pretty funny moments.
rosa belongs to the pookie pooks @mirconreadzztuff22
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