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Weiss never went to Beacon. Beacons still fell, and the effects of it have ravaged all of Remnant. Atlas responded by tightening “anti-terrorism” laws (particularly on the faunus) and have allowed the Schnee Dust Company to keep violaters as slaves. On her twenty fifth birthday, Jacques gifts Weiss one of these slaves, hoping that having her own sex slave faunus would help her stay in the closet. It just so happens that this slave faunus is one Blake Belladonna who has rejoined the White Fang in the wake of Adam and Sienna’s enslavement and subsequent deaths. And Blake might just have something to say about becoming a sex slave for a Schnee.
Yes, this will be a dark slave fic, yes, Blake will be the top, ofc, don’t like, don’t read. But for those who do read, this will be a fun one, I promise. -
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When Jaune is captured and has information Cinder needs, all her torture seems to get her nowhere! So, she tries to take away the one thing she knows all 'men' hold dear. Only one problem, maybe Jaune isn't as much of a man as she thought.
Trans Joan, MTF, slow burn, I tried my best to feature these themes while being respectful.
Warning! This is an odd fic. It is a story about trans Joan and how she learns she is trans, what that means to her, and her journey. It just so happens that Cinder is forcing it upon her.
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"Miss Sunday. Look at me."
Feeling like a schoolgirl about to be lectured, Sunday dragged her eyes up from the relatively safe vicinity of Ratio's arms and chest (oh, who was she kidding, there was nothing safe about that) to meet his rose-hued eyes with trepidation. Ratio gazed at her with an odd sort of intense yet benign interest, not unlike his usual scholarly mien, but she could feel the energy rolling off him. He was clearly enjoying this.
"I'll make it easy for you," Ratio began again, that familiar patronizing tone curling into his voice. "Lift your skirt so I may examine you."
Sunday limps back onto the Astral Express late one night after an unexpected rendezvous with the Stellaron Hunters leaves her bruised, tattered, and exceptionally well-fucked.
Unfortunately, one Dr. Veritas Ratio has been visiting the Express and is still awake to intercept her attempt to sneak through the party car. A misunderstanding leads to Sunday allowing the doctor to examine her injuries, only for it to become obvious to both of them that, for all her shame, Sunday still inexplicably aches to be touched.
Naturally, Ratio has a solution.