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tempesthound · 3 years ago

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I tilt my body to the side as I move my motorcycle between the dead cars on the highway; the wind hits the top half of my face, making my eyes water a little. I have to slow my bike to a stop as I got to the highest point on this stretch of road. I could see just what I had come to: a traffic jam. Pulling my hood off my head, I take a drink from my canteen, swishing the stale water around in my mouth before swallowing. It had been a month tops since humanity’s extinction event, and looking around, you would think it had been years. I look inside the car beside me; a corpse laid forward, its head on the steering wheel. It had smashed into the front end of the vehicle. I guessed this lady must have broken her neck upon impact. Pulling my scarf over my nose, I grab my hunting knife and open the door, dragging the lady out. I gagged a little as I searched her body, then the inside of the car. A box of pop tarts under the driver’s seat bless whoever is listening. Popping the trunk, I find a knitted blanket, some chapstick, a backpack with some girl products, which is always an excellent find. I check a few more cars and find a few things before I siphon some gas into my bike. It gave me a few minutes to think about it before.

“Ali, be careful. I heard about some strange attacks happening lately; why don’t you extend your brake a little, tell these attacks to cool down,” Sam says as she touches my arm with a concerned look in her eyes. I sigh, and roll my eyes as I lean on the hood of my car. “I will be fine. My dad didn’t spend years and hours training me just for me to fail at stopping some attacker. Also, I worked too hard to get into this college not to go; I’ll be fine, and it’s just four days from here. If it gets crazy, I’ll come back out to this middle of Nowhere town.”

I should have stayed looking back now; it wasn’t even three weeks later that the world went to hell; I had been making my way back to my hometown. My entire life, I had made jokes about being ‘Zombie apocalypse ready,’ so when I saw the signs, I emptied my bank account on supplies. Water purifiers, battery packs, a few MRE rations, first aid kits, things like that. Then I got in my car and drove, staying off the highways. I headed for the backwoods, but first, I had to go through Missouri. There I lost my car but gained my bike, which I hated for the exposure but loved the gas I saved using it. I heard about the safe zone in Atlanta. Did I believe in it? No. Shaking my head, I cap off my small gas can and strap it down in the saddlebag that I had on the side of my bike, putting everything else in my bag. I get on my bike and start it up. I look around before I take off-putting in one headphone. I start my music, something I had because of several battery packs that were my veritable treasures to keep my phone working for as long as possible.

I slowly drove up to what looks like it was once a camping zone. I parked my bike against a tree. I cover it in the tattered blanket. Then I climbed the tree, wrapping a rope around myself to keep myself from falling out. “Best place to sleep for tonight,” I say as I bunker down, wrapping my arms around myself along with a heavy hoodie for warmth.

Nights like this always made me think back to the good times, times before the dead were ripping into every living creature.

I turn on the news it was, talking about violent attacks worldwide for the past few days. The attacks didn’t sound like they were going to let up soon.

As the news on the riots ended, I shake my head; this was like the start of a cliché horror movie. People broke into Walmarts, riots in food stores, people stalking up on guns and the needed ammo.

“Uncle Jhonny is laughing in his grave now,” I say to my mom, who is humming away in the kitchen, my youngest brother Luke, on her hip like the monkey he was. “Alice!” my mother lightly scolds me. “He called it; he said we would kill ourselves before anything else” I look at the photo of a fiery red-haired male with a smile stretched cheek to cheek as he holds a golden-haired girl with matching green eyes. That was one of the good days when cancer hadn’t eaten away at his bones and taken his mind. “You remind me of him; all his crazy theories filled your head, Rabit” I turn to face the angelic voice of my mother, her little monkey fast asleep in her arms, a smile on her face as she called me that.

Looking back now, it was days like this that I would miss the simple days, days at home with Luke and Mom. Days when my only trouble was school and work; Now I had to worry about walkers and, worst of all, those who survived.

I lean my head back against the tree; I ignore the tears running down my dirty face. Once clean, pale, freckled skin now always smeared with dirt and sweat. The golden blonde hair my mother loved a greasy mess. No, I knew tonight the demons in my mind would keep me awake.

Faster move, don’t stop, don’t look back, when someone is chasing you, you never look back, it raises the risk of you tripping over something in front of you. The words of my trained military father fill my head. My lungs cry out for air, my legs are all but jelly under me, but I can’t risk stopping now. They are too close. The screeches and groans of the man-eaters chasing me are enough to push me past the limits of my weak body. Days of rationing, my food, and water have left me malnourished. So I force myself until the air I’m taking in no longer reaches my brain or muscles. The branches of trees cut at my exposed skin as I push them out of my way, growing dizzier. I jump over a fallen log and stumble as I reach the other side, my legs finally giving out on me.

The once faint sounds of the walking dead now all too close, The dead woman trips over the log falling on top of me, its jaws snapping at me, its grotesque graying skin falling off in places, hollow eyes stare at me, dried pieces of something in its teeth. Reaching for the hunting knife in my boot, I use one hand to hold it by its throat as my hand easily slips through the decaying flesh above me. I turn my head and, using all the force I can, slamming my knife through the temple of the thing’s head, the spray of black blood that hits my cheek and chest is thick and smells worse than rotten eggs. This dead thing that was once alive woman falls like the dead weight she is. I pull myself from under her and lean against the log. The other dead seem to have forgotten me or too far behind for my exhausted body to care.

I don’t know how long I sat there, slowly letting my body catch up to my mind, letting it rest. I had run over five miles of unknown terrain on a body that hasn’t eaten or drank anything in three days. I sat there staring at the dead thing. It had the burned body of a woman. Half her face is gone. It was missing some hair, and it smelled of rotten pork, which made my stomach grumble in emptiness. I pull my bag and look in it. I had a protein bar half-eaten and half a water bottle with boiled river water in it. “Yummy,” I say half heartily.

The woman she probably hadn’t turned over three weeks ago, maybe four. I shake my head and stand my legs, only wobble a little before they decide to work with me instead of against me. My lungs no longer feel like they will jump out of my chest, and my throat doesn’t feel like it’s bleeding. I finish my water, shoving the bottle in my bag—no need to add litter to the decaying world.

Keeping my eyes and ears open as I’m walking munching on the protein bar, it wasn’t more than maybe half an hour when I hear the men’s voices, the sounds of their heavy footfalls and wolf whistles that fill the air in a dangerous song. I stop moving the sound of my feet on the dry leaves on the ground go silent, but the others take a moment, dropping my bar. My movements are quick reaching for the pistole that I had in a hostler on my hip. I pull it out, cock it, and keep walking. Spotting one man, then another, I can hear one more before I pick up my pace, and I sprint. That’s when the chorus of cheers and the chase truly began.

The men are faster than the bitters are they can think and plan when I zig, they zag, I dance through the woods, monitoring the two men at my sides, not daring to slow down, I’m coming up to an opening in the trees, no place to hide, no safety. It’s a battleground. As I break through the woods, I feel two arms grab me wrapping in me in a menacing hug.

I slam my foot down and throw my head and elbows back. I hear the satisfying crunch and groan of an injured man.

“Bitch” The unknown man says as I jump forward, the gun pointed at the man’s head.

“Back off, I know how to use this,” I growl out. I keep backing away from the man, his buddies showing up, their weapons raised. They all looked like the stereotype of an inbreed hilly billy, ratty matted, unwashed hair, and overalls. One even had a potbelly, the man who grabbed me had smelled like he never washed even before the downfall of humanity., none of them had guns. Still, three against one isn’t in my favor, no matter the training, not when my body wasn’t at its peak.

“Three against one honey, come with us nice and quiet, and maybe just maybe you get out of this alive” Lie, I won’t survive what they have planned for me, my body might survive, but my mind won’t. I pull the trigger and shoot the man who grabbed me.I can’t hesitate not when my life is on the line.

“MATTIE, You killed my brother!” Pot-belly yelled he came at me first, and I shot him in his chest twice with two quick pulls of the trigger. I had three bullets left with Potbelly down. I quickly aim at the other one. He came at me at once. Brown hair sticking to his sweaty skin, his arms spread out wide. I brace myself for the hit from him. He takes me to the ground, my gun falling from my hands and away from the us.

He hits my sides and face as I struggle under his weight; I bring my knee up between his legs as he grabs at my leather jacket, pulling at it, trying to tear it off my body; just as my knee reaches his third leg, he holds my hair. Pulling it as he groans, I claw at his face as he slams his fist on my face again. When I scream, he hits my head into the ground. I use my arm to feel around for my knife, my finger brush against the smooth metal at my thigh; he holds my arm down, stopping my movements; I squirm myself under the man as he feels up my body pulling at my thin tee shirt. I bring my head up and slam it against his face. I feel the blood run down my forehead. He falls backward, and groans as my fingers hook around the hilt of the hunting knife. I jump on top of him and slam the blade into the man’s face three times; I bring it down until he stops moving bright red blood, sprays against my face covering my hands and chest, my jacket hangs loosely off my shoulder, my white shirt torn and bloody. I’m still on top of the dead man when I hear a whistle.

“Well, damn, look at these boys” The voice was cocky, and as I turn, I can see why he was tall with a thick beard and messy black hair, a leather jacket hung with grace off his shoulders, a baseball bat with barbed wire wrapped around it like a Christmas tree lights in his left hand. He screamed Alpha male; he was dangerous. The five men behind him didn’t intimidate me as much as he did and the guns they all held.

“Take one step closer. I fucking dare you” I spit out a mix of my blood my victims and slowly stand adrenaline coursing through my veins, my blood knife held in my hand.

“Now wait a damn minute, we’re not here to hurt you, Doll,” Alpha male said as I move away from my bloody victim, picking up the gun not a few inches away from where I shot Potbelly, who was groaning and moving again. I slam my booted foot down on his head over and over, cursing him to hell.

“Then I can leave you and your men, stay there, bury your friends here, and I will go. They would be alive if they didn’t try to kidnap and then rape me.” I feel my adrenaline high slowly coming down; my body suddenly feels very heavy after killing the last attacker I need to get out of here. I walk away from the bodies. My gun still pointed at the Alpha man and his team.

“Names Negan Doll and those sad sacks of shit ain’t my men Number one rule to run with me, no rape,” Alpha man or rather Negan says.

“Then you’re not here because I just brutely beat and shot your men,” I say, lowering my weapon and taking a deep breath, the entire ordeal finally catching up to my brain. I have just been violated, it hasn’t even been a month since the world ended, and people were already taking and killing people. I had just killed someone. I killed three someone’s

“No, in fact, I like a woman who can handle herself,” Negan said his men, relaxing at the sight that I had lowered my gun on their boss. Negan takes this as a sign to walk closer to me. He was a good foot taller than me and huge muscles, no fat on his body covered in denim and leather. Almond brown eyes and a dimple smirk.

“God, Doll, you’re a mess; how about you come with my men and me? We have a nice little house not too far from here. You can wash up, relax, have something to eat. No one will hurt you as long as you’re with me.”

I tilt my head up and look at the unknown man. He pulls out a scarf from his jacket, and cautiously he raises his hand to clean the blood off my face.

“Your one badass woman just kicked a bitter’s head in, took down three shit heads all by yourself, got me all tingly in all the right places” Is he flittering with me right now? Negan is wiping blood human blood off my face and flirting with me, and he’s not scared of me at all. He finished wiping off all that could be when he offers me his hand.

“Come on, Doll, let me take care of you.”

Negan was my savior that day, and we filled the days that followed with flirty words and sarcastic comebacks. We fought but grew closer. He never treated me like I was fragile, never made me stay back when the Bitters came. I was a warrior in his eyes, and he treated me like a queen.

“Never hide from me, Alice, you are a warrior, you are a survivor, a badass built for this world, never forget that”

Then that day happened, the day that the world reminded me that nothing in the apocalypse is safe; nothing is forever.

We had grown in number more men, and the youngest one was 17. I was no longer the youngest in the group, and we moved on from the small farmhouse to just being on the road. We had stopped for the day one scout had spotted a mall that appeared not to have gotten raided. The cars were waiting for their owners to come back to them< I was apprehensive about going into the mall if the vehicles were still there, then where were the people or bitters.

“Don’t worry, Ali-cat, Lucille will watch out for you,” Negan said. I glared at the six-foot-one man.

“I’m not scared, just worried you can’t be too careful, Bossman,” I say, poking his chest; he grabs my hand and kisses it.

“No need to worry, Doll, this will be easy in and out.”

If only that were true, if he had just listened to me, we would still be together.

When we got in, it was quiet, and Negan made it known that he was right; the mall was safe. We were laughing and grinning, going in and out of stores gathering supplies. His men kept a respectful distance behind us. Negan takes my hand and pulls me into an open Forever 21, where Negan is pulling out dresses and heels. I roll my eyes and look around, my eyes falling on a perfect gift for him.

“Hey, look what I found,” I say as I hold up a red scarf as Negan holds out a black choker with a golden letter ‘N’ hanging from the middle.

“I found you something as well,” He says as we swap gifts, “Help me put it on,” I feel his warm hands brush my golden blond hair over my shoulder, slipping the black felt choker over my neck clasping it in place.

We walk around just a little more when we hear the tell groans and moans of the dead outside one door of the indoor theater; we look at each other and head back to the group. I drop Negan’s hand as I see one of the younger guys; Gary reaches for the theater room’s main doors. “DOn’t,” I yell just as he opens the doors; it was too late. He pulled both doors open; the swarm of Biters that came out was overwhelming. We didn’t stand a chance. All we could do was scatter. I feel Negans rough hand grab for mine, but then the dead get between us. It wrenched Negan from me. The sounds of our men’s guns overran the mall, firing shots and the screams of those who were ripped and torn apart. I see Negan’s beloved bat coming down on the heads of the monsters and the men who were too late to be spared as he and the inner circle of men make their way out. “ALICE!” his voice calls out as I pull my knife from the skull of another Bitter “NEGAN, I’LL FIND YOU, I SWEAR,” I call out as I push myself to the main door shooting three more bitters in the head.

“STAY ALIVE DOLL” I hear his voice one last time before I make my way out the fire door of the mall. Stay alive; that was his final order to me: stay alive for Negan for my savior. I make my way to the woods, one hand reaching to touch the necklace at my throat. The sounds of the dead following me as I found myself back at the beginning alone and chased by the deceased.

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dacreshoney · 4 years ago

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chapter 1 the new kid on the block

the days outfit | above |

chapter 1 of my new stranger things/billy Hargrove x reader series

summary: The new kid on the block billy Hargrove, the two baddest kids in Hawkins catch each other eyes

warnings: flirting, swearing and actions some people may not agree with

(I do not condone any behaviours)

read to find out more

Recap: August 20th 1983 - senior Year, not like it mattered to me, I'd already missed the first week of what is said to be the most important year of my life. This was to hide the bruises and cuts my father decided to place me with this week, but If you asked Steve Harrington I missed school to avoid him after our summer hook up. Definitely not the case, but I'll let him fill his giant hair with a little more ego.you know, having the bad girl/popular persona at school always helped hiding the cuts and bruises, suppose that's why I like to play on the stereotype a little. Saves me explaining a whole lot of no good to the principle or the police; in which would do me a fat lot of no good as my dad is the chief of police. But today I needed to get myself out of bed and stop feeling sorry for myself if i ever want to get out of this shit hole, I needed an education.

7:00 am The sun started beaming through your window, the sunrise catching your eyes, you were always an early riser, but this morning you did not want to get out of bed and face the music of school. You dragged yourself out of bed and slogged your way to the bathroom to fix yourself up, you freshened your face and applied the days makeup. Nothing too dramatic but something which compliments your features, you made your way to your wardrobe where you grabbed your favourite black cropped sweater and khaki midi skirt to match with your dr marten boots and black backpack. Your hair wavy and tucked behind your eyes complimenting your chiselled face.

You made your way downstairs in which your father was in the kitchen reading the Hawkins daily newspaper, he glared at you as you walked passed him in the Kitchen, expecting you To forget everything he had done the days previous.

"stopped feeling sorry for yourself and actually going to make use of your life today are you" he mocked, edging for a sarcastic response

in return you tried not to ease into his schemes and replied, turning on your heel To glare right back at him

"don't you worry, you will still have a job by the time you get home today" you uttered with a slight smile coming from the left corner of your lip and made your way to fetch your car keys and headed out the door. You had a black alfa Romeo spider convertible, you turned the keys in the holder and headed towards heathers house, she was just as shocked to see you pick her up for school as well as Nancy and Barbara.

“just tell me again why you decided to miss the first week of the most important year of school miss head cheerleader?” heather probed you with one arm lent onto the edge of the window, followed by Barbara who also questioned,

“yeah, Steve has kinda been telling everyone you were trying to avoid him after he dumped you in the summer” barb giggled with the girls.

you eyed them up in the mirror and responded with some annoyance,

“ for a a matter of fact girls, I dumped his ass and two heather, had stuff to deal with”

“you won't be saying that if you don't get into college Y/N” Nancy vocalised in the back of the car

The girls then started to giggle as heather spoke, “just you wait till you see the new boy y/n,now that is someone I wouldn't mind taking my virginity and just walking away” and she followed, “ maybe someone to finally put you in your place and play you at your own game” she mocked. You smirked and rolled your eyes at them in which you stated,

“I would like to see the poor boy try” and laughed, the girls followed on to coo over the new kid, you really was not interested in boys after your recent fling with Steve Harrington, well you were interested in boys, but not for a relationship. You didn't mind playing them here and there, but you had decided that there would be no strings attached, your life was too crazy for anyone to handle. As you pulled up to school and found your parking spot, crowds of people entered the hallways as the bell rang.

5 minutes late you were to class and Mr Hodge just had to call you out, you could just never catch a break with that man.

“late miss Y/N Johnson, and he followed with “nice to have you finally grace our presence” he spoke as the class looked up to find you at the doorway. You edged towards the desk and lent over in a flirtatious manner and stated

“ well hodge, just missed your face too much so of course I had to make an appearance for you” you smiled and walked to find your seat as he dismissed you, the class laughing. You saw a new face, one you hadn't seen before staring right at you smirking and licking his lips, this must be the new boy everyone has been gawking over. Billy Hargrove.

“this seat taken?” you winked and questioned the boy, slumped on his chair legs spread in his tight denim jeans, he looked right up to you and cheekily responded with a wink right back,

“well princess, you could sit of my lap or the chair, take your pick?” you knew he was a little heartbreaker just by his comment. You further added while taking the seat on the chair,

“ sweetie, we've just met, don't get to big for your boots”

“ill take my chances with you darling” he teased.

Billy’s POV: this was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, she seemed cheeky as well, not afraid to say what's on her mind like the rest of the cat litter at this s*** hole of a school. He knew then he'd have to get to know her, maybe someone who would make his time in Hawkins a little more bearable.

Y/N POV:

The class had begun, you started writing your notes and could feel like someone was watching your every move, every inch of your movements were being hawked on. You turned to face billy who you could feel eyeing you up and asked abruptly “so, you must be billy, explains why you feel the need to eye up anyone with a pulse, heard a little about you”

Billy paused and smirked right at you and commented, “well all good things I hope, but judging by that I guess not sweetheart, so tell me, why has no one mentioned you?”

“well” I turned to face him and implied, “because i’ll break your heart sweetie, should be happy you got no one telling you about who I am” .

“already broken, besides I might break yours” he quickly responded licking his lips.

“already broken too, shame, I might of enjoyed breaking your heart Hargrove” I claimed, turning to face the front of class as mr hodge turned to face my direction and projected. “I hope you aren't distracting my class miss Y/N Johnson”

(BTW this is a sexual education class)

“not at all sir, billy over here was a little confused about what circumsized meant, so I was giving him a little explanation” everyone in the class giggled and turned to face billy who turned bright red. never had someone pulled him up before, never mind a girl.

“well aren't you a class A dick sweetheart” he spoke

“ I am yes, get used to it billy boy” I smirked

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End of class came around fast, the bell had rung for break, you spent all the first few periods teasing billy, after the end of each lesson you would make sure he got an eyeful of your long legs and curves budging past his desks.

“still not going to tell me your name princess?” he shouted as he packed up his things to leave, your turned to face him with a smile and lent over his desk whispering in his ear,

“ it’s Y/N” and you walked off.

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Later that day was cheer practice, you were cheer captain and you had a lot of s*** to prepare for the schools champion league for the soccer and basketball team games. So you had a lot to prepare to get the team ready and geared up to support them teams and you couldn't deny it either, you looked good in a cheer uniform.

The soccer team had finish practice and the basketball players were getting ready to enter the pitch, to your surprise you noticed the gorgeous permed blonde `come out from under the bleachers, ripped to the heavens he was in his tight khaki booty shorts. You carried on coaching your team, shooting and throwing commands for them to get their toe touches right when you heard a voice come right up to your behind and say

“ I wouldn't mind you ordering me about princess” billy spoke as he was licking his lips bouncing the ball on the ground.

“I'm sure you would like to be someones little bitch hargrove” you winked, the whole practice you made sure he had full view of you in your short cheer uniform, you're good at teasing. Also not to my liking Steve was on the basketball team, having a right good stare, he was not happy one bit with Elena flirting with the new kid.

After practice billy approached you at your car, hands leaning on the roof of your car and asked, “hey sweetheart, how's about we go for a ride? you take your car home, I follow you and we go from there”

“why do you thing I would one let you follow me home and two get into a car with you hargrove?” you joked with him, leaning on your car door. in which he answered,

“well I know when a girl is into me so, thought id make the offer first” he smiled.

I laughed, “confident and cocky, must think me to be like one of the other girls here then, to fall straight at your feet, think again pal”

to your annoyance Steve interrupted with a bitter tone to his voice, “wouldn't go there mate, she will sleep with you and leave you hanging like her dirty washing”

you both turned to face Steve, you shouted with a hint of anger in your voice, “really Steve, you are still hung up on that, come on”

“stay clear if I was you” Steve followed

“just proving my point harrington” you laughed as you opened your car door and turned to face him.

“and what's that huh?” Steve laughed, expecting you to come back with a s****y comment.

“ that you are just a little boy and I don't need a little bit steve, I need a man” you claimed facing billy who was smirking the whole time, Steve waked off with his friends in a tantrum.

“so that ride?” billy questioned

“you still wanna be seen with me huh?” you smiled getting into your car, turning on the engine, and billy lent down to the window where you would then be face to face and said

“ you sure as hell I do”

“then lets go billy boy”

#strangerthings #stranger things imagine #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove #strangerthingsimagine #stranger #things #dacre montgomery x reader #reader #fanfic #strangerthingsfanfic

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starblazerm31 · 5 years ago

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Sonata of Whoa

A fic request by @coloursagainstthewall

Modern AU Hector Vasallis x Julian (featuring Azalea and Imalia! OMG I was so happy...)

Hector’s band is performing at the Rowdy Raven. Julian is not prepared for the performance.

Ko-Fi ☕

Julian sat in the parking lot of the Rowdy Raven for a moment, checking his hair in the rear-view mirror. His phone lit up. He picked it up and saw the photo of Azalea giving the raspberry, signalling her text. He opened up his messages and saw the words "Are you here yet?" followed by "they're doing sound checks, the band is gonna start soon!!!"

She had been really insistent that he be here tonight. One of her favorite cover bands was playing live, and she had invited her friends to come and enjoy the show with her. Another text, this one a photo. In it, he saw four faces. Azalea, her aqua-coral ombré hair up in pigtails, making a pained face. Next to her was Imalia, glaring. In the background, Asra could be seen taking a swig of beer from a bottle, and just beyond him was Lucio making a lewd gesture with his golden fore and middle fingers. Julian snorted and replied with "On my way in, hold your horses. Geez."

He climbed out of his car, locked the door, and closed it. From outside, he could hear random chords on a guitar as it was being tuned and checked. His boots clicked on the steps as he reached for the door and opened it. Inside was the sound of many patrons talking and laughing. He walked inside, and shut the door. Immediately he was greeted with a loud "JULIAN!!!!" He barely had time to react before Azalea hurled herself at him, jumping up and landing on him like a koala on a tree.

He hugged her strongly. "Sorry I'm late," he said, "traffic was a bitch." "It's okay, at least you made it before the first set," she said, climbing off of him. Her blue and gold eyes flashed. "You can't miss Sonata of Whoa. You CAN'T!"

Julian chuckled to himself. That was a clever band name.

"Nice duds!" Azalea said. "Very hawt."

Julian looked down at himself. He'd decided on a black button up shirt (with the buttons only halfway closed) and a pair of fitted grey slacks. He wore his usual thigh-high boots.

"Thanks," he said. "Looks like you went with Anime Raver Chick?"

She looked cute in a powder blue Sailor Moon babydoll t-shirt and high-riding pink Daisy Duke shorts. She sported rainbow leg warmers and purple Chuck Taylor shoes.

"No other way to do it!" Azalea said. "C'mon, we've got good seats, and the Bitters are free flowing tonight." She leaned in close. "Lucio's paying." Azalea grabbed his hand and pulled him through the crowd. At the table, he saw four chairs. Imalia and Asra took up two of them, and Lucio sat in the third. Asra waved them over.

"Ilya! Sit down, we just got a new pitcher." Julian did as he was told, and a frosty glass of Salty Bitters was slid to him. He couldn't help but blush slightly at Asra's outfit. He was wearing rainbow tye-dyed leggings and a neon pink fishnet shirt that Julian distinctly remembered stripping off of him when they had dated several years ago. He had on neon blacklight reactive eyeshadow and numerous glow necklaces and bracelets. He noted that Asra was also wearing a new choker. Black leather with a ruby-encrusted "I" charm. A glance to Imalia gave an explanation, since she was wearing an identical choker with an opal "A". She was sporting a red and black leather corset with tight black pants and leather knee-high boots. Her brown and burgundy hair was in its typical ponytail. She fist-bumped Julian as he sat.

Julian noticed that there wasn't enough chairs for everyone. He was about to offer to swipe another, when Azalea simply sat down in Lucio's lap. Lucio looked like a mafioso, with an open silk shirt in crimson red and white pants. And way. Too. Many. Gold. Chains.

Julian took a swig of his drink. "Lots of people here to see a cover band," he remarked.

Azalea gave him a petulant look. "Hey, don't knock it," she said. "Cover bands have some of the absolute best talent that just gets overlooked. The lead singer tonight...man, he's amazing. Kicks Mick Jagger's ass, seriously."

"Hey, don't disrespect Mick Jagger," Lucio said.

Azalea smiled mischievously at him. "Mick Jagger doesn't have a magical voice, if ya get my meaning, babe."

"So...this guy sings with magic?" Julian asked

. "Yes and no," Asra said. "He's genuinely talented, but he does seem to use a bit of song magic in his shows."

"Voice layering without all the clunky machines, you know," Imalia said. "Plus, if you can do it, why not?"

The hype man appeared on stage and the crowd erupted with applause. "I hope you all brought towels," he said enthusiastically, "because you're all gonna be jizzing your pants! I give you the first secret wonder of the music world...SONATA! OF!! WHOA!!!"

Azalea leapt out of Lucio's lap and screamed at the top of her lungs along with everyone else in the bar. The sounds of synth in a catchy beat seemed to start out of nowhere. No one was on stage. Then suddenly there was a blast of smoke as several fog machines spilled their contents at the same time, absolutely covering the stage. The stage lights came on, covering the mist in several different colors and then with a blast of magical flame, the mist was totally gone and the band were on stage, instruments in hand. And front and center was the lead singer. He was around 5'4", clad in a denim hooded vest and leather pants. His very muscular arms and chest gleamed in the stage light. Atop his head was a crown of brown curls that fell around his golden eyes in a way that made Julian completely stop mid-sip.

"So hot Out the box Can we pick up the pace? Turn it up, Heat it up I need to be entertained Push the limit Are you with it? Baby, don't be afraid I'm a hurt 'ya real good, baby"

Julian's eyes were glued. As the singer danced and gyrated on stage, Julian took in everything. Every movement, every sound. This guy was entrancing and the song had just started.

"Um...hey, Julian?" Imalia said.

"Let's go It's my show Baby, do what I say Don't trip off the glitz That I'm gonna display I told ya I'm a hold ya down until you're amazed Give it to ya 'til your screaming my name!"

"Julian?"

He didn't respond. It was like he had frozen in place.

"Dude, you're spilling your drink!!"

Julian blinked and realized that while he had forgotten to drink his Bitters, he apparently hadn't forgotten to tilt the glass. Now the front of his shirt was completely soaked. Lucio cackled, holding up his phone. He'd been recording.

Imalia laughed. "Now you're back with us. Here." She waved her hand, and the beer on his shirt lifted away and flitted through the crowd into a garbage can. Imalia then took the glass from Julian and set it down on the table.

"Take time to ogle and THEN take a sip," she said, refilling the drink.

Asra had gotten up and danced along with Azalea, the two of them appearing to freeze in time each time the strobe lights in the rafters blinked. Julian's eyes went back up to the singer and he felt his entire body explode in heat. The singer was looking dead at him. Those eyes, like golden coins from a treasure long hidden, pierced Julian straight to the core. It was like the song had changed at was directed only to him.

"Oh! Don't you know what you got into? Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do? 'Cause it's about to get rough for you I'm here for your entertainment!"

The singer winked and continued the song, every so often looking at Julian. Julian felt like he needed air...but to leave while that specimen performed would be a travesty.

Each song afterwards took on a whole new meaning to Julian. "Story Ain't Over" by Avanstasia. "Runnin'" by Adam Lambert. And then, the cherry..."Angel" by Aerosmith. Everyone in the bar swayed to the music; Imalia and Asra and Azalea and Lucio all danced together in time to the beat, both couples gazing into each others' eyes. Julian desperately wished that beautiful creature on stage were doing the same with him. But his eyes never left Julian's. It were almost as if he were dancing with him, dedicating each note and word to him.

The spell was broken when the lights came up.

"Thanks for coming everyone, we will be in the back selling our album! Stop by the table and visit us!"

Oh. My. God. He has an accent. Slightly hard to place, but it had a Cajun lilt to it that made Julian want to seep through the floor in bliss. He stood up as the band all filed offstage and settled in the large booth in the back, the table littered with albums and merch. He felt a pang of jealousy as Azalea shot over to the table as soon as the singer was seated. Julian's face turned red as she spoke to him with animated gestures and he jumped up and gave her a huge hug.

"Don't even think about it, Curly," Julian heard next to him. He glanced over to see Lucio with his arms folded, a scowl on his face.

"C'mon, she's just talking to the guy," Julian grumbled. "This whole thing was her idea."

Julian felt a lump form in his chest when he saw the singer lean forward and say something conspiritory to Azalea. She glanced back at Julian and got a devilish smile. What was she doing?? She said something else, gesturing to their table, and the singer stood up and followed her. Julian felt himself panicking.

"Hey, guys, this is Hector!" Azalea proclaimed. "Thank him for his show, it was bomb!"

"Hell yes, you guys rock!" Imalia said. "Damn fine!"

"Yes, thank you so much, it was amazing," Asra chimed in.

Lucio didn't speak. He just puffed up his chest and pulled Azalea against him.

Those eyes fell on Julian and he felt his legs go weak. Hector leaned forward and reached for Julian's hand.

"Hector Vasallis," he said. "And you are, cher?"

Julian's mouth suddenly went bone dry. He opened his mouth to speak, but words completely failed him.

Imalia rolled her eyes. "That's Julian," she said. "Sorry, your performance has struck him dumb."

"That's sad, cher," Hector said. "I really like it when fans shout."

Julian felt heat from his chest to his ears. Holy shit, this man was fine. And his hands, strong and calloused, felt warm and gentle wrapped around his own.

"It...it was an amazing show," Julian somehow managed. Hector smiled.

"Why don't I buy you a drink? I'd love to get to know you better."

Julian evaporated into a cloud of steam before coming back to his senses. "I'd, uh, really love that."

Julian would have to thank Azalea for this later.

#the arcana au #modern au #the arcana asra #the arcana julian #the arcana lucio #hector visallis #azalea nevra #imalia gabriev #coloursagainstthewall #starblazerm31

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Family Matters (Daughter! Reader x Joker)

“Imagine being the Jokers daughter. Because of him, you have power and money but it all comes with a price. You don’t want to be evil like your father. The only chance you have is to team up with Jokers biggest adversary, the Batman.”

Requested by @jokerhastakenmeover, “YN is Jokers daughter and Joker makes her work with him, she can be more scary or intimidating than him, but her and batman speak whenever they can to try and figure out how she can get Joker in prison and work with Batman because she doesn’t want to be evil, they get a plan”

A/n: I really wanted to explore this further so I decided to make this a series~ I hope you guys like this, I’m really enjoying it so far.

Warnings: Language.

It was an ordinary night for the daughter of the Joker. You were leaning against the counter of bar, drink in hand as your eyes moved over the people grinding against each other on the dance floor. You watched as a woman walked up to a seemingly random, but rich judging by his watch, guy who had been dancing with a different girl. She told him her name and once they were passed introductions, she wasted no time shoving her tongue down the mans throat. You rolled your eyes at the sight, some people just didn’t have any class. You swirled the contents of your glass around as you looked away for the gold digger.

“You got a problem? Huh, little girl.”

You looked up from your glass and spotted the angry looking woman who was drunkly sauntering over to you. She was swearing at you but you were too distracted by her smudged makeup and the fact that one of the straps of dress had slipped off her boney shoulder.

“You got that?!” She hissed.

“Hm, what? I’m afraid I wasn’t listening?” You downed the rest of your drink and pushed yourself from the counter.

“You dumb bitch, who do you think you are?!” At this point, she was angry enough that she’d probably attempt to hit you soon. You had a few options, tell her exactly who you were and scare her shitless or you could just kick her ass yourself.

“Listen, maybe you should calm down,” you tried to be civil with her but she appeared to drunk to listen to reason. She stepped forward, her hand moving towards you and about to make contact with your face. Before you could even move, her hand was stopped mid air. You looked to the man who stood between the two of you.

“Perhaps you should go home, before my boss sees you trying to pick a fight with his daughter…” Frost narrowed his eyes at the girl, making sure she wasn’t fooled by the laid back tone in his voice.

Frost was well known when it came to the club, if he was there, it meant your father would be too. So people tended to start recognizing him in the crowd, purely out of fear for the Joker. The woman snatched her wrist back and you couldn’t help but smirk at the way her face paled. She looked back and forth between Frost and yourself, connecting the dots. You could of sworn you heard her mutter a quick ‘sorry’ as she rushed past the two of you and out of the club.

“Thanks Frosty,” you playfully hit his arm, your smile widening.

“Don’t mention it, by the way,” his smile faded for a moment as he became serious. “I got it, the ‘thing’ you wanted.”

“Where is it?” You asked, getting excited.

He glanced around the bar before he reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a envelope. He held it out to you and you gladly took it. “Thanks Frost, I won’t ask where you managed to get this.”

“Good. I don’t know why you want it and I’m not going to ask what you’re planning on doing with it.”

“And…?” You smirked, crossing your arms over your chest as you waited for his response.

“I won’t tell your father,” he sighed, his eyes moving over the crowd of young people, they were all so carefree and ignorant to the dangers of this city. He remembered when you were that young but he couldn’t remember you ever being oblivious to how the world worked. Your father had seen to it that you were aware of every evil that could be encountered.

“Thanks again,” you leaned up to kiss his cheek. You turned your attention back to the envelope, pulling out the invitation that was tucked in nicely. “Tomorrow night, huh? Well it looks like I’ll be needing a new dress~ if my dad asks, tell him I went shopping.”

Frost nodded, “Will do. Just make sure to be careful.”

You winked at him before you started to walk off, “I always am.”

You pushed open the door to the back door, the lights in the club changed behind you as a song ended and new one began. The crowd started to cheer as you disappeared from the club and into the alley.

You waited patiently in line, playing with the ends of your bracelet. There was a couple ahead of you that were being a bit too chatty with the ticket usher to notice the line that was being formed because of them. Your eyes moved over the woman, she seemed to be wearing her weight in gold. Pretty ironic considering the event they were attending. A few more minutes past and the couple had moved on, allowing the crowd to move.

The usher smiled politely at you as you stepped up to him. “I’m terribly sorry about that miss.”

“It’s alright,” you returned the smile as you handed the invitation to him. “You’re just doing your job.”

He looked it over and put it down on the podium with the others. “Have a wonderful time, Miss.”

“Oh I know I will,” you smirked and started to make your way up the stairs to the large double doors at the large of the building.

“You don’t understand! My invitation was stolen! You can even ask Bruce himself! I should be on the list.”

You looked back over your shoulder at the man who was getting angry at the usher. The usher just kept denying him and soon he walked away in defeat. You grinned and entered the building, you guess you knew where the invitation had come from.

The hall had been dressed in the best decorations money could buy. All around you were people who’s wealth could probably build another Gotham if they wanted to. There was suppose to be an auction later, where the money would go to charity. Honestly, you doubted that all these rich people truly cared about the poor or even the orphans who littered the streets of Gotham. This was a publicity stunt, no more, no less.

“Champagne, miss?”

You smiled at the waiter and took the glass from before thanking him. You walked around the room, your eyes moving over the well off and dolled-up faces of the crowd. That was when you could feel eyes digging into you. As you followed the feeling, you found him. Bruce Wayne himself, his eyes had a deadly focus on you as you slowed your pace to stand where you were. You knew that he recognized you and if you were being honest, you were surprised that he hadn’t ran over and tackled you down. You smirked, challenging him to come over. And he did.

He apologized to the group of people he was talking to and made his way over to you. Once he was close enough, his mouth opened and he was about to ask you why the hell you were here. But you cut him off before he could.

“Care for a dance?”

You could see him groan as he reluctantly held his hand out to you. You took it and allowed the man, who had on numerous occasions had tried to kill your father, lead you to the dance floor. Both of you waited as the string quartet started to play, filling the room with classical music. Once it had you took a step forward. Your gaze remained locked on him as you could see him trying to calculate the situation in his head. Bruce placed his hand on your back, your hand on his shoulder, and your free hands finally met. Together, you both danced to the music, both of you in perfect sync to the music that flowed through the ballroom.

“How did you get in here? This event is invitation only.”

“Trust me, I’m aware. But I’m afraid that one of your dear old friends was unable to attend, they say his invitation was stolen.”

He glared at you but you just continued to smirk. “Sorry Brucey, I heard your parties were to die for, I couldn’t very well miss all the fun.”

“Where’s your father…” he finally asked. He was alert, eyes scanning the room around of him, watching the crowd but still giving his attention to you.

You were angry that he even asked about him but you hid it well. “He’s not here, nor does he know that I’m here.”

His grip on your waist tightened as he moved to dip you, “You’re here alone?” You nodded as he pulled you back up.

“Yes…” you allowed him to spin you and when his hand returned to your waist, you smirked up at him. “It’s just you and me.”

“So what do you want?”

“That’s not very polite,” you frowned playfully.

“(Y/n)…”

“Oh come on, it’s not like I can tell you in a room full of people,” you smirked, “Lets meet in the back room.”

He reluctantly nodded and his hands moved from you as the song ended. You walked away first, knowing that he’d followed at slower pace. Once inside the room, you could hear him close the door behind him. His footsteps got closer to you, his intentions became very clear and you quickly stepped backwards, turning around. His eyes widened at the gun you had pointed at his head.

“This may come to a surprise to you, but we are on the same side,” you voice was filled with bitterness.

“Do you actually expect me to believe you?”

“Not really, but you’re going to anyway.”

“Doesn’t sound like I have much of a choice…” his voice was gruff as he walked over to a table and poured himself a glass of something strong. You followed his movements with your gun, never lowering your hand.

“You really don’t. So, Mr. Wayne…how would you like to put my father away for good?”

To be continued.

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