#I'm just dying over Speirs-as-a-rockstar

[basilone]

tatiana/speirs, dead but pretty for the ask game?

Ooooh this is delicious, thank you for suggesting this! 😊 I am going to take a little outing away from their main fic right now, as I have an AU that's just perfect for this occasion: rockstar Speirs criticized popstar Tati a little too publicly for her one-size-fits-all sugar-sweet albums, after which she dared him to write her a new song she could sing.

dead but pretty

He thinks she’s going to balk at the lyrics – her horde of screaming fans will undoubtedly dissect every scrap of them, and there are only so many ways you can interpret these – but he’s not even rewarded with the familiar raise of an eyebrow this time.

Petrova’s hand tucks a few stray hairs, escaped from her braids that look like some sort of absurd crown, behind her ears before she picks up her pen and begins to annotate the lyrics – his lyrics, written for her in the vain attempt to get her and her pink-colored circus off his fucking back for all eternity – with nothing more than too-neat cursive and carefully drawn key changes. She’s humming under her breath, wrinkling her nose as she hits the bridge, and then she’s shifting into a voice that’s different from anything of hers that he’s previously heard on the radio.

“– let me keep you a little longer,” comes the slow, velvet-colored whisper, “carve your heart up into a c-a-a-a-age”– and, fuck, the whining pitch she ends on is something that carries its own haunting – “keep you with me, keep you pretty,” she spits, voice contorting on the word as though it harbors more venom than he thought, and then there’s laughter on the next notes, “ain’t that what you say to dead girls like me these days?”

Ron sits, stares, wonders as Petrova – no, Tatiana, she’s Tatiana now that she’s singing something so thoroughly fucked-up as though she’s lived every single moment of being one of those dead-but-pretty almost final girls – looks up from the page and shoots him a dazzling, most radiant smile between a high-pitched “kill me” and a sotto voce “I’ll haunt you until you’re dead”.