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forthelostones · 1 year ago

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𝚙𝚝.𝚝𝚠𝚘 ; 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 ─── ⋆

⟡⋆˙୨ᥫ᭡. 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚞 - 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎!𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ᥫ᭡.୧⋆˙⟡

synopsis: abby was a woman whose presence was becoming deeply irresistible to you. in your final year of nursing school, you toil with the idea of pursuing her — ruin what you have or enjoy what’s in front of you?

warnings. 18+ (mdni); sub!abby (eventually), mini slowburn, suggestive language, jealousy, nora & mel & ellie ft, smoking/drinking, mentions of parental death, nickname: dummy, and modern au - pre-established relation.

an: hi everyone, waaaa thanks for all the follows! i appreciate you all sooo soo much. this is something i just thought of idk, maybe a series who knows! i am thinking abt putting this on ao3 too!

(no y/n)

wc: 4.3k

pt one.

Alarm. Dress. Meet Abby. Go. Today was a lecture day and although long, at least you got to sleep in a little this morning. The only thing is Abby is always locked in and there’s no way to get her out of that headspace. She doesn’t take unnecessary breaks or doodles, she is virtually a perfect student. But you sit beside her scrolling through your notes, unamused.

Abby’s head is downwards, with her braid falling over her shoulder, focused on the presentation. Her hand moves quickly as she writes all the details down, while you type mindlessly. You notice how her bulging veins dress her hand peak-a-booing out of her cardigan. The way she gripped her pen enhanced the greenish threads under her skin as she drew diagrams and large title cards. Why was everything about her attractive, you thought. Mel was sitting next to you with her laptop open, scrolling on Pinterest, mumbling. Her clique of girls speak in what they think is a hushed whisper, but it's just a poor attempt. You feel your lips forming to sh them.

“Hey.” Abby snaps, holding direct eye contact with Mel.

Mel looks over her screen with disgust, like she just wished death upon her. But that lasts only a minute before they start up again and Abby sighs, slamming her pen on the desk which causes your professor to turn and look in your direction.

“Ladies, let’s focus.” She said.

At the 30-minute break, Abby stormed out of the lecture hall and you followed behind like a lost puppy. She stood in the hallway with her hands above her head, inhaling and exhaling with her eyes closed, counting silently. She rolled her shoulders back and finally looked to find your eyes. Which calmed her for a moment — seeing you there.

“Y’know what pisses me off about that Mel?”

She said her name like a swear word.

You were taken aback at the anger bubbling inside of her. Her calm demeanor was all you knew, she avoided conflict, never raised her voice but seeing her like this pang in your heart unlike anything else.

“She only acts like that because she doesn’t have the mental capacity to comprehend what’s going on. Not everyone can just throw their life away, some of us actually have to work for what we want.”

Her eyes were wide, her fists curled, and her lips tight. You walk over to her and just wrap your arms around her. She was reluctant to reciprocate but eventually did — give into you, and fell into your arms. Her hands linger on your lower back, tugging you.

“They don't understand.” Her voice cracked.

You knew what this was about, it was about her dad. You saw how reluctant she was to go into detail about him last night. She just changed the subject. You didn’t know what illness he passed away from, if any, she wouldn’t go that far.

“Abby, I know. They don’t.” You reply pulling away sooner than you both would like.

She composed herself and peered at your welcoming eyes and she suddenly forgot where she stood. In the middle of a high-traffic hallway, filled with the rustling of scrubs. Her hands came up onto your shoulders and she nodded her head. “You’re right and I can’t fault them for that, can I?”

The rest of class was incredibly quiet.

As you both stood at the entryway of your apartments you felt like you wanted to spend more time with her. Just because. You slid your key into the lock and swatted the thoughts away. “Dummy?” She asked.

“There’s a party today, uh, some sorority thing. I don’t really know anyone else going—“

“Yes, yea absolutely.”

You smiled at her and then closed your door with excitement, maybe too much?

Abby wasn’t sure what came over her, after overhearing the other nursing students she thought it would be nice to go out, since it had been three years. That text from Nora was burning her phone, flames encased it so brightly that she didn’t go on her phone all day.

After pouring a glass of wine and stripping to get in the shower she stood in the mirror examining her body. Checking her back out, quads, and glutes… she didn’t know why but looking at herself was so invigorating. She pulled her phone out and snapped a photo, forearm covering her chest, gently flexing. Her eyes brightly admired her frame and debated sending it to Nora. She had never taken a nude photo before let alone sent it to someone. She shook her head reaching into the shower, turning the knob, and throwing that thought aside.

When she was showering all she could think about was your embrace earlier. It was unusual for her to be held — well have human contact at all. She wasn’t one for physical touch, but in that moment she yearned for more. She wet her hair and paused, rekindling the memory in her mind, how you smelled, your warmth, and how she felt — safe.

She didn’t want to admit it to you this morning but she stayed up last night after you left. She replayed the quick events as she rinsed her hair, visualizing sections of your face behind her eyelids.

As she was on her last full body rinse, there you stood on the other side of her apartment door knocking, slightly startling her.

“Wait!” She hollered from the bathroom.

Quickly wrapping herself in her white towel, wet feet trailing to the front door, she peeped out the hole to see you nervously awaiting her arrival. “Hi, oh shit. You were showering, right. Sorry. I just, I should’ve texted you, but if you wanted to get ready at mine you can.” You said casually.

Abby felt your eyes flick toward her collarbones, making her pull the towel taut.

“Yea perfect, leave the door open for me ‘kay?”

After closing the door Abby became self-conscious instantly. Her sopping hair clinging to her wet face made her feel strange, especially with your lingering eyes. Abby wasn’t the type to rush but she wanted to be closer to you as quickly as she could. She blew her hair dry, finished her wine, and got dressed in twenty minutes, already walking through your front door.

She had never actually ever seen your apartment in its full glory. It was cluttered by her standards, decorated by yours. “Hey Dummy, it’s me.”

You peered your head out of your bedroom and welcomed her to help you pick an outfit. You sighed at Abby fully dressed, all ready to go, and completely misunderstanding the concept of getting ready together.

“So, I was thinking of this combo.” You say, breaking her wandering eyes from your unpolished bedroom.

Abby looked at your dress, long sleeve, black number, comfortable and easy. She imagined you in it and it made her tense as her mind began to wonder.

“That’s pretty.” She replied eagerly.

You were in your silk robe that wasn’t very well at hiding what was underneath, she became flush and attempted to focus on the stitching on the dress or something. But when you bent over to reach for the next item you laid out on your bed she fought herself to look away. Your skin was freshly moisturized and the scent filled her nose so instinctively making her nostrils twitch with pleasure.

“I think so too, but I also have this. I used to wear this a lot, I don’t know. Should I try them on for you?”

You showed her a dark brown number with a swoop back, flowing out at the knee in a wing-like manner. She thought about how high up the hem of the bottom was and blinked her eyes vigorously, unsure if this was a dream or not. She said no words but just nodded her head.

“Okay, let me change, there’s tequila on top of the fridge.”

Abby pulled her hands into her carpenter-style jacket and retrieved the liquor. She took the bottle, no glasses, and waited for you at your dining table. Her forehead was misty with beads of sweat looking for an escape, she felt sheepish at how turned on she got from looking at your body. What the fuck is wrong with me, she thought.

You walk out in the black dress and look at her eyelids lifting at the fabric hugging your body. She brings her hand to her chin as you do a spin for her and then pose. Abby watches you walk towards her in what she swears is slow motion, and straightens her back as her eyes drift up and down your body. She looked completely hypnotized by you. You reach for the bottle, removing the cap in a swift motion and then bringing it to your lips. Abby latched onto each of your movements. In her comatose state, she made it a mission to let it be known at that moment that she was yours. Her thick eyelashes hung heavy as she watched you move your hand to her chin, lifting it and pouring a shot directly into her throat. As her lips came to a close you swiped her chin.

“I like this dress a lot.” She said, now having an excuse to peer down at your body.

“Me too,” you smiled. “Let me show you the brown one.”

She couldn’t refuse the pleasure of watching your ass switch as you went to change. She took another pour into her mouth and shook off the heat coming from her core and throat. You threw your arms up and spun again.

“I like both but the black one, it’s— it’s really pretty.”

“So, I’ll wear that one then.”

Abby felt a light bubble form in her stomach from your willingness to listen to her and do as you’re told. She watched your hips sway into your bedroom, just moments after she realized her jaw was set like a rock, wide open, admiring your ass.

Abby held all the doors open for you as you exited the apartment building, which rendered small thank you’s from under your breath. The sound of your boots clattering against the pavement filled both, you and Abby’s ears, prying at the silence in the air. She looked exceptionally clean tonight, most days you don’t see her outside of her uniform but today, you were really mesmerized by her. You questioned if it was the drinks you consumed or just her sweet scent enticing you.

Her black boxy tee was blanketed in a woody sage perfume, just nipping above the hem of her dark-washed denim that was slouching below her hips, exposing the skin around her navel.

“I haven’t been to a party in a while,” she sighed.

You smiled at hearing her voice within the stillness.

“Me too, I’m glad you invited me.” You reply. She peers over to you with a bewitching smirk that makes your cheeks hot.

“To be honest, I wouldn’t have wanted to go with anyone else.” She says matter-of-factly, not knowing how sweet her words sound. You think of a reply, but nothing seems good enough at the moment.

You both slip side glances at each other as the moon shimmered on your skin. You kept tucking your hands in your hair and adjusting accordingly. In this moment, you became conscious of how close you two were huddled together. Occasionally her knuckles would tickle yours and she’d hum a sorry, but you couldn’t help to indulge in the brief moments of her touch.

The house party was secluded, the bass of the shitty music vibrating the outside of the porch that was sprinkled with stoners and nicotine rats. Abby grabs your wrist to guide you up the steps sees your dress ride up your bottom and gently tugs it down, following behind you. Your mind buzzed with the image of her hand drifting further.

You pull open the jagged screen door and inhale the miles of smoke trailing outside. You look over your shoulder to see Abby retreat into her turtle shell and instantly become turned off. You reach for her hand and clasp it, to which she refuses and intertwines them, tying her clammy hand into yours. Your palm pushes wet bodies to find a corner worth standing in. The house was crumbling under the music and clabbering feet.

Abby saw you were struggling to plow your way through the crowd so she took the lead. Her eyes were like darts, locking in on the target. She used her elbow as a driving force, the pull of her weight had you tripping over your feet. You ended up at steps going towards the basement, florescent with colored lights. The vibe was mellow and not as many people were here. After hitting the last step, you feel the release of compression from Abby’s hand, and you casually cross your arms.

“You good?” She asks, hand softly grazing your hip as she leans in.

All you can muster is a nod.

The room was surprisingly cold, the old basement that had been decorated in FSL graffiti and memorabilia. In the corner was Mel and her friends from class who instantly spotted you and Abby like a sore thumb. Sitting on the couch were two women, legs laid on top of each other, sharing a dab pen. The brooding brunette peered over at you and you swore you could hear her voice by the look coming from her eyes. Abby taps your shoulder and gestures to all your classmates who are now loudly offering drink service. Mel lifts a bottle of flavorless vodka to Abby’s lips, pouring it into her mouth, while nursing her open jaw.

“Good job, Anderson.” She practically moans. You’re unsure if she’s being condescending or flirtatious, either way, you become uncomfortable.

Mel was in a mini skirt and a tube top, both white and pristine. Her hair was pinned back and tied in a low bun, embellished with a pink silk bow. Her makeup was simple but flagrant, enhancing her features so beautifully and highlighting her predator eyes on Abby.

Suddenly, after handing you both a shot, Mel’s perfectly polished fingernails were gripping Abby’s strong shoulder. Massaging it and laughing as if she hasn’t been an asshole to her for almost four years. Obliviously, Abby just continued to collect shots from Mel, being drawn into every string pouring out of her mouth. You follow shortly behind but are left out of the conversation, standing behind Abby, watching like the Secret Service. Mel’s hand slowly creeps down towards Abby’s back, under her jacket, and now making some joke about our professor, throwing her head back and forth, then setting it on her shoulder, rubbing her.

You glance over to the couch to see the cat-like woman sizing you up. She waves her pen in front of her face like a dangling carrot. You strut towards her and she pats the couch and you swear you see dust fly into the air. She brings the pen up to her lips and lets the smoke brush her bottom lip. Her hand comes to rest on your thigh and then blinks narrowly at you.

“Why haven’t I seen you before.” You whisper in her ear.

She waits to pull away, allowing the pattering of your breath to trill against her skin.

“Don’t know,” her hand slides upwards. “What’s your major?”

“Nursing.”

Her arm was colored with an interesting tattoo that you find yourself tracing. Her hand came up to the curve of your ass. “Smart girl, so if I get an injury say… here,” She brings her mouth to graze your neck, then places a soft kiss. “Then you’d help me out?”

Her lips flick against your ear lobe which makes you shift under yourself.

“I certainly can.”

In the midst of the ever-present tension, Abby walks over with her pinky wrapped around Mel’s, a smile, unapologetically flashing gums and teeth. “Coming to dance with us?” She asks.

“Yea we can come.” Your new companion replies.

Abby smiles stiffly at her, then dashes her eyes back at you, saying your name, and then lets go of her connection to Mel.

“Sure, be up in a minute. Get us some beers?” You smirked.

Even under the lights, you can see how flush Abby became. Mel dragged her off, their hands back in love. You look back at your partner, cup her chin, and follow shortly behind.

Abby stood in the corner with Mel waving her hips against the beats of the song. She held three bottles of beer by the neck in her large hands. You two caught each other’s eyes and for a moment you could see her grin. Once you join them in their designated area, your date retrieves the bottles from Abby and sips behind you, wrapping her hand on your waist.

“I love this dress?” Her voice vibrating against your damp skin.

Her hand kept running over the smoothest parts of your body, gripping, pinching, — drinking you in.

“What’s your name?”

“Ellie.”

Abby came over to you and asked if were you okay to which you replied with a nod. Ellie was pushing her pelvis against your ass, gyrating desperately. Her hands became sticky with desire, practically bending you over, forcing you to arch your back.

Mel pulled Abby into her sphere and tacked her arms around her neck, tossing her head wildly, and making Abby slide her free hand on her lower back. Mel’s eyes were glossy with a feminine ache, the same one you had. You stood confused watching it all play out and Abby went along with her. Something boiled inside you, lust or jealousy, you didn’t know. It distracted you so much you didn’t realize Ellie’s lips pressed on your nape.

You turn to her and she latched her lips onto your neck, tattooed hand cupping your ass, dipping you back as she fused with you. It felt so good to be wanted like this, you felt your eyelids flutter and you could've sworn you smelt Abby’s shampoo. You could feel Ellie’s hands widen, and you could see the shimmering blonde locks under the flashing lights, and the formation of Abby’s name on your bitten lips.

“What?” Ellie pulled away in a half-hearted laugh.

“Hm? Did I say something?” You yelled.

Ellie couldn’t stop peering at your mouth, then glancing upwards, then down again. As she closed her eyes and moved inward, a shove from behind you interrupted your connection. Ellie yells at them but all you see is Abby locking lips with Mel, her hands full of her ass and Mel’s knees buckling. You see how Abby casually slides her tongue inside her mouth, and Mel accepts it like it’s hers.

Ellie bucks up to the guy who pushes you. His beer split on his shirt, hair soaked in sweat, mouth sloppy, and hollering slurs at her. Abby looks over at the situation and notices you in the midst of it all and pulls you away.

Her lips were bright and wet as she looped her arm into yours and put you behind her. You bring your hands up to her shoulders and tug at her when you see Mel searching for Abby in the crowd. Abby’s steps stuttered as you led her out of the house. It was like being released from a chokehold as the fresh wind smacked your face. You guide her down the steps and she smiles, teeth on display and eyes wedged into her cheeks.

“Abs?”

“Hmm… fuck me. I’m drunk.”

Her voice was resonant, sexy.

She stumbles over to you and dangles her wrists off your waist, face-to-face. Although drunk, she had no issue flashing you a playful gaze. You analyze her soft face and stare at the tip of her nose, then her lips, and back to her eyes. You break out of your tipsy and notice how fidgety her hands are, causing your panties to dampen.

“You think you can handle me?”

“Wha— what do you mean?” You choke.

She reaches into her coat pocket and dangles her keys, which you take for safekeeping. Thoughtlessly, her hands return and cascade towards your ass, fingers brushing your dress fabric. You stay like this for a moment, relishing her touch.

“Let me get you home Anderson.”

She tried her best and pick her feet up off the ground and not wash her shoes against the concrete. You held her by her waist, looping through her outer arm, hoisting her up, which wasn’t an easy feat. The puffs of her breath filled the air in front of you and you couldn’t believe you were carrying her home.

You walk her through her apartment and lay her out on her bed, turning on her lights. She groans loudly, pressing her palm against her temples, “No, turn it off. Open the blinds.”

She sounded so sweet, totally different from her persona at the house party. So you comply, the moon was full in the sky, cascading over the room like the sun, illuminating her face. Abby sat up lazily and attempted to remove her shoe, but all she could do was giggle at her failure. You sat the the edge of the bed and unlaced them, placing them across the room. She manages to remove her jacket alone, but you insist on tucking your fingertips under her shirt and pulling it upwards. The static made her fly-aways stand up, which you naturally brushed downwards. She observed you as you then moved to unbutton her pants. The beats in your chest were obnoxious in your ears — you were sure Abby could hear it too. The only noise in the room was the huffing of her breathing, which was two touches away from becoming moans. Abby sat before you, legs spread, dangling off the edge in her nude bra and matching lace panties. Her dainty underwear in contrast to her toned body filled that cave in your belly. She brushed her hands through her hair, rolled her neck, and fell back on the bed.

You ran in the kitchen and filled a glass with water, leaving it at her bedside. She was now under her sheets, admiring you.

“I’ll come check on you in the morning.”

A heavy pause floated above your heads.

“Wanna just… s—?” / “I’m gonna go.”

You both speak simultaneously, you freeze, curious if you let her repeat herself, but you don’t.

“Okay.” She smiled weakly.

“If you need me just knock. ‘Night Abby.”

You peeled your dress off and tossed your shoes and underwear on your living room floor. Your naked body glistened with goosebumps, making your nipples harden. They became so sensitive, begging for touch, and suddenly you wished you didn’t leave Abby alone. You fall into your bed that was plush with warmth, ruffling the sheets under you. Your mind painted images of Abby’s hands slipping under your dress, pushing aside your panties, and sticking her fingers in your slick that she was responsible for.

Your hands trailed to your aching core, surprising you with how wet you stayed all night. You roll your arousal-covered clit languidly, imaging Abby. The picture of her partially nude body flashed clearly, making you sweat. Once you build up the courage to slip your fingers in you groan her name. Abby. Letting her name levitate in the air as the sloshing noise between your legs increases.

The Saturday sun broke through the curtains of your bedroom, revealing the state you left yourself in, nakedly aroused. A soft pattering was rhythmic at the door, which spooked you. Your back is now erect, and you don’t care to remember how or why you were this nude in bed, you just reach for the nearest t-shirt and cover your top half as you open the door. Abby was grinning, a smile as bright as the sun, holding two coffee mugs. She had ditched her matching attire for red and black plaid pajama pants, with an old college top that was worn from time. You undo the chain lock and let her in, kicking aside your dirtied clothes.

Even hungover, she still looked beautiful.

“Good morning.”

You were slightly upset that Abby woke you up this early on a weekend, especially looking this good. You run to the bathroom and see the caked makeup on your face and wash it fresh. You lead her to your room where you ruffled through your dresser for a clean pair of underwear. Abby shot her eyes to the ground as you lifted your shirt to slip them on. You accepted the coffee from her hands and sat on your bed, curdled in the corner.

“Thanks.” You squint.

“I woke up feeling like shit.”

“You had a night.”

Just for a moment you had forgotten the Mel fiasco, but quickly remembered.

“I did?”

“You and Mel…” You allude.

Her face falls into her palm, “Oh no,”

You force a giggle but you hated seeing it.

“Full tongue.”

“Fuck. I really — I don't really know why or how that happened.”

“She got you drunk, kept feeding you drinks… hands all over you.”

“But it’s Mel! It’s Mel, she hates me.”

“Hmmm.”

She stares.

“There you go with that again.”

“What?”

“The hmmm stuff.”

“You’re just hard to understand sometimes Abby.”

“Maybe I’m not meant to be understood.” She smirked, watching your face contort with agitation.

She leans against your headboard and just stares at you.

“Did I do anything else?” Her voice suddenly capricious.

You shook your head in reply as you sipped.

“I just didn’t know she liked girls.”

“Abby, she doesn’t.”

She pinches the bridge of her nose.

“Glad nothing further happened. Right?”

“Nope. I mean unless something happened just as I put you to bed.” Her eyes lit up at this news, something ignited in her, mostly gratified. You drink more and feel your body tensing up under her lens.

“Put me to bed?” Her fingers find her ridges in your sheets, the same way they did to your dress, and smooth them out. You shudder remembering her drunken touch. Her eyes glaze over with a sharp look, almost as if she remembered too.

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heliosthegriffin · 1 year ago

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Shadow Knight and Magic Girls XIV

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Chapter 14

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Jaune really wanted to close his eyes. They feel so heavy, like someone had tied anvils to his eyelids. He couldn't take a nap though, not where he could be watched. Uncle-, Big Bear would hear about it.

He had to be a representative of the Xiongs.

He looked down at his test. Jaune hadn't even wrote his name down. What class period was he even in, had he had lunch yet? No. So, it had to be before lunch...

Maybe, he should look at the questions? ... Still no clue. He got up, getting attention from across the room. "Mr. Arc?"

"Just stretching."

"Can it wait until after the test?"

"No."

The teacher gave a frail smile. "Well, I'd much appreciate it if-"

Jaune leaned back, a series of bullet-loud pops echoing across the room. Several students flinched, looking up from the test for the source of the test, others covering they're ears at the sudden noise, and a couple nodded they're head finding the sound oddly pleasing.

"Nevermind." The teacher sat down, and so did Jaune. He started to remember what class he was in. Something something science. Usually he slept through it.

He looked at the questions again. It was asking about chemical change, was he is chemistry?

It was dumbly worded though, bland enough he wish had some salt to put on it.

Still, he knew the answer to this one strangely enough, he had done a lot of experimenting in his early days of monster-fighting, so he knew a bit about chemical change.

It was asking for a example, and he wrote gunpowder, explaining how when a spark hit it, it created a chemical reaction that made a small explosion and smoke.

Jaune nodded to himself.

Reading the rest of the questions, he realize that all of them he sorta of knew the answer too, especially since they all related, to one degree or another, to his experiments.

Once figured out, Jaune handed over his test to the teacher, who took it, reading over it.

Exiting out into the hallway, Jaune made his way down the hallway to find a secluded place to close his eyes for a bit. Turning around the corner, he took a step to the side, as a faunus girl almost walked into him.

She paused mid-step to look at him, eye's going wide. "Wait-"

"Yes?" Jaune paused.

"Um..." She stuttered. "Thank you."

"For what?" Jaune couldn't remember ever-, oh. "Oh the purse. Get everything back? Nothing missing?"

"Yes!" She nodded, her rabbit ears bobbing slightly, Jaune found himself unable to look away from them. "Thanks to you." She noticed his gaze and blushed. "Sorry, I don't want to bother you."

The Xiong heir-to-be shrugged. "It's fine, I was just going to nap. Nothing major."

"Oh!" She brightened up. "Then, you wouldn't mind if I treated you to a drink? My treat?" Her rabbit ears twitched forward, the ends drooping slightly.

He couldn't look away, Jaune realized. So, just slowly nodded.

"Great!" She gave a chirp. Then looked nervously at him. "Oh! I haven't introduced myself. I'm Velvet, Velvet Scarlatina."

"Jaune, Jaune Xiong Arc."

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"So, do you girls believe in ghosts?" Nora asked the table.

"No. That has no scientific backing." Weiss said firmly.

Her fellow comrades stared her down ruthlessly, with a expression of 'really?'.

"Well, I do." Nora said proudly. "In fact, I've met one or two, right Ren?"

"They weren't ghosts," Ren said flatly. "She found my parents in a ... intimate moment, and they ran hiding under some white sheets."

"Same thing!"

Ren sighed. "No, because my parents are very alive, this happened yesterday."

"OH." Nora hit her palm with her hand. "That's right. Sorry." She looked around the table. "By the way, Jaune. Renny's parents want to know when you're coming by, they miss you!"

There was no Jaune at the table.

"Oh." Nora drooped sadly. "My boy has grown up." Then perked back up. "We'll, I'll just have to find and tell him myself!" Then disappeared in a blur of manic energy.

"Shouldn't you mind that?" Blake asked Ren, who shrugged.

"Jaune can handle that."

Blake nodded. "Do your parents actually miss him?"

Ren smiled. "Yes."

Ruby poked Weiss in the ribs. "So, don't believe in ghosts?" Yang joined in poking her other set of ribs. "Yeah? Don't believe in ghosts?"

Weiss squirmed being poked repeatedly. "Stop that! The idea of ghosts is just so illogical to me."

Pyrrha cocked her head at Weiss. "And? You don't have an opened mind to it, with your own circumstances, it seems even more illogical not to consider it."

"Ok. Point taken. But, that doesn't mean I believe in them."

Ruby laughed. "Gosh, Weiss, if I didn't know better, I'd think you were afraid of them with how much you don't want to be real!"

Weiss looked away, saying nothing.

Yang brightened up. "Oh. This is golden."

Blake peered at Weiss. "So, ghosts?"

"My childhood home was drafty that's all. It pushed doors open, perfectly logical explanation, I'm sure. The cold spots were just because of poor construction. The moans were just echos." Weiss fired off trying to explain it, mostly to herself.

"Geez," Yang chuckled, backing off. "Alright, it's fine. Not like ghosts are going to hurt anyone."

Ruby put a arm around Weiss. "Don't worry, we'll kick any ghost butts that try to haunt you!"

Weiss sighed. "Thank you, Ruby."

Blake looked at Ren. "You didn't say what you think about Ghosts?"

"Neither did you girls."

"I think we're pretty open minded. " Blake said, with all but Weiss nodding.

"Hmm. That's good." Ren sipped his tea. "I'd just say, they're not the strangest things to exist."

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The door opened, revealing a dark room, Velvet flipped a switch, and Jaune went bug-eyed at the sight. 'There's no way this is real.' He looked around the room, trying to make sense of what he was looking at. 'But, it's here.' He looked at Velvet with a bit of fear.

It was a room entirely of him. As the Shadow Knight, not normal him, thank his ancestors it wasn't. But, all across the room was pictures of his alter ego, boards full of text, rare-video of him being played, and what he could only know as a half-way decent reconstruction of his first costume.

Jaune fought the urge to burn the room to cinders, he looked around, wishing very strongly to have brought a lighter to school. He'd know better from this day forward. Flint and steel, too.

"Excuse the mess," Velvet said meekly, then gestured to a chair. "Take a seat, while I brew some tea." Jaune sat down, staring at he wood, desperate to not see all his pictures, this was embarrassing to a level he didn't know existed.

"Oh, I didn't realize you were that tired." He heard Velvet say, causing him to snap back up. "I don't mind if you drift off for a bit. It'll take a moment to make the tea, anyway."

He was very tempted to do so. However, he decided to not do so. Embarrassing or not, he needed to figure out what the hell this all was. So for the moment, Jaune watched Velvet move around getting the tea leaves and setting the water to boil.

Velvet then took a seat parallel from him, looking shy. "Do you like black tea?"

He wasn't a big tea drinker, but he'd try anything once, foodwise at least. "Yeah, that sounds fine."

"Great." Silence mostly filled the room, other than sound of the water slowly boiling.

"What is all this?" Jaune decided to bite the bullet, gesturing around the room at ... all of that. "It's ... through."

She blushed. "It's not that great, it's just a bit of hobby."

Then he'd hate to see what really caught her interest. He looked at the replica of his old suit on a mannequin. "Yeah, a hobby. We all need one." Jaune watched a video of him decking a someone with Ferrum Vis, his old pipe, he missed it already. The video then showed him running away from the police, that had been a couple weeks ago, wasn't it?

Velvet nodded energetically. "Yep! Well, it's more than a hobby now, but it started out as such." Her ears wobbled. "I have a hard time talking to people. Now's not much better, though. I only really have Coco."

Jaune could understand that. "Yeah, people are strange creatures." Velvet looked down. "Not that you are, just in general." Jaune backpedaled.

"Thanks. But, I know this is weird, but ... I feel so drawn to him. It's like he's more than a man. It's just big thing to solve to me, a puzzle with so many moving parts! It's makes it all the more fun to try and figure it out." Velvet's voice grew in energy as she talked. "Like why does he do it? Who is he? When did he starts? It's all so many questions without answers."

"Maybe, that's for the detectives to figure out." Jaune added neutrally.

Velvet sighed. "I asked them, but they don't care. They have more pressing matters, other than some, and I quote, 'Crack-head bum getting into pissing matches with gang-bangers,'." Velvet frowned, and Jaune fought the urge to pet her. "How rude. But, I guess that's the best I could ask for, at least they didn't turn me away like some would."

That was actually a relief to Jaune. Knowing that police didn't think much of him, which he hoped to keep that way. Though, it did beg the question how much they knew? Maybe, he should take some time to find out?

Big Bear had hardly had any information on the shadow monsters, other than what his family passed down, and what he already knew.

Jaune thought about that book he found, it had mentioned The Moon Lady summoning darkness monsters? This went back several hundred years minimum, and he hadn't managed to cross-reference the story yet, so it's impossible to tell how old it was. It could have very well been written by somebody in the know, or just some guy.

Jaune sighed.

Velvet then misinterpreted this. "I know, right? The lack of interest in the topic is staggering, we have a actual modern day hero going around fighting for us, and no one cares, or hardly knows."

Jaune would fight her on that, given how many people had called to him as the Shadow Knight.

She then looked at Jaune hopefully. "What do you think about it all, Jaune?"

The blonde young man swallowed. "I think ... he's doing his best. Not perfect, but I think this 'Knight' is trying to make the world better, as much as one man can... Even if it kills him."

Velvet's ear's slowly stood up, her eyes widened, and she gave him a wide-happy smile. "I knew it! A good guy like you would surely get it!"

The kettle whistled.

"Let me get that." Velvet said happily, then sat a cup of steaming tea in front of him. Jaune took a whiff of it, it was very floral. Then brought out his lunch-box. It's weight making the table groan as he sat it down.

Velvet looked in shock at what must be a body-builder sized meal. "Wow." Then she looked at the clock. "Oh. I guess it is about lunch-time." Then went and retrieved her own lunch from the back of the room.

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Yellow flew over the harbor, bored out of her mind. She had to control her power output while she flew, to keep anything sensitive from noticing her. It put her in a bad mood, as her control was by far her weakest trait.

Still, she had promised the rest that she would do her part and parole for a couple hours. It sucked that people were getting killed over here, but it's like all the people at the harbor were upstanding citizens to begin with. She honestly thought, that they're energy was best used going after Grimm Swarms, even if individually they were more than enough to handle that.

Still, flying in circles trying to sense something that might not be there anymore was driving her nuts, she really just wanted to pound some Grimm heads into oblivion.

She looked at the dark sky, realizing it was probably close to midnight now. They usually got done around 1, but sometimes as late as 3. Thankfully, for her beauty-sleep, was one of the perks for being a magical girl, along with Aura, was a reduced need for sleep. Otherwise they'd be useless by daylight.

Though, she still did miss sleeping in.

In the distance she spotted a crimson-glow making its way towards her.

"Hello, Yellow." Crimson greeted her politely.

"Hey, Crimson. Am I done, yet?"

"Indeed you are, feel free to go-" Crimson wasn't even halfway done, before Yellow took off.

"Great!"

Crimson shook her head, and got to patrolling. As a cargo-ship was coming in from the darkness, a heavy and thick fog following in behind it. Orange sparks appearing inside the dark mass only to then disappear.

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Jaune looked at the rapidly dissolving mass of shadows, then at his ax. It was ridiculously sharp. It had cut through the head of a small shadow-wolf with next to no effort on his part.

It was a big step up from using Spite, the knife had been getting dull, and wasn't very high quality to begin with.

This was going to make combat going forward at lot more efficient.

Taking a breath, he organized his thoughts and controlled his breathing, time to find another one.

He tapped his helmet. "Hey, girls. Anything on your end?" The twins were sitting back at the van keeping a eye out, ready to take pot-shots at anything that got too close.

'Nope.' Miltiades answered.

'Nothing of interest.' Her sister also responded.

"Alright, then."

Jaune went on a stroll, trying to see if he sense any more of them out tonight. But, so far, other than a few stragglers, it had been unusally quiet tonight.

Which would be fine with him, if not for the feeling of dread collecting in his stomach.

He stopped moving, feeling a chill down his back, and looked behind him.

There was a girl with pink and brown hair staring at him from the other end of the alley, she had a parasol over her shoulder, and looked amused.

Jaune stared back. She smiled, and then gave a 'follow me,' motion before running off. He had a bad feeling about her.

He followed anyway.

She was fast, hardly able to keep up, as she practically danced in the air in front of him. It was unnerving. But, he kept pace, running for what must have been ten minutes, with her not even straining.

Then she stopped abruptly, as they rounded in front of a store that had been broken into. A dense heavy fog was surrounding the store, as from within two large, lumbering shadow-wolves scooped up in they're clumsy arms whatever valuables they could, before venturing back into the fog.

Jaune stopped, looking in utter confusion at the sight, trying and failing to figure out what the hell was going on. Analyzing the beasts, before noticing a single glowing sigil on they're heads.

That of a Fox.

He looked back at the girl, then sighed, as she was gone. He looked at the store, and the retreating shadow-wolves disappearing into hardly-visible shapes in the fog.

"Well, well, well." A cocky voice came from above him. "Look who we have here?" Jaune looked up to see the vague-shape of girl glowing yellow, and felt his heart start beating rapidly. "What brings you round these parts, mister Shadow-Knight?"

"Wait-" He didn't get a chance to finish.

"'Cause, it looks like to me that you're robbing the place! Well, whatever, I've been itching for round two for a week now!"

#Jaune Arc #Fanfic

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thehoundwrites · 2 years ago

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Nightmares

Werewolf!Sevika x female reader: Part 2

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

CW: dead dove do not eat, dark content, blood, gore, injuries, reader has a break down, nightmare, attachment issues, suicide mentions, animal attack, guns, alcohol, violence, smoking, possessive Sevika

Shout out to @nora-xox for being my beta reader

Tagging: @sevikasleftpussyflap (you convinced me to post this first) @nora-xox @colourfulkidglitter @midnightsk13s @iwritesmuttyfics @witxhy-lexx @biphrogg @thebleccbird @lucky13les @petitepersephone

Words: 1876

The transformation is something you'll never forget, the feeling of your bones breaking your skin ripping apart at it's seems, to your own volition. The choice you have to make, do I put the gun to my mouth and end it all. Or do I change.

No one ever chooses the former. Except one.

His greying beard fell with his jaw, blood covering his large now bare chest as I frantically moved to patch his wounds as he taught me. The claw marks of a beast tearing him, as it did me. His eyes somehow held the hope he always spoon fed to others. I however knew the truth. He was just as terrified as the rest of us.

The fire he held in them faded. "Vi… Powder" he croaked eyes maintaining contact with them.

"C'mon now, you know they're fine"

"No"

"They're sitting over there resting, see" it was hard hiding the panic in my voice. It usually came naturally. Like an instinct to hide.

"Wasn't-" his words slurred lowly basically croaking through his stiff body.

"VANDER."

"Hmm, protect our family Sevika"

"They're okay"

"No- That wasn't an animal"

"It was a wolf Sir"

"A werewolf"

My silence left him the opening he was waiting for.

The next thing that happened was one I'd never forget, I wouldn't have known what he did if I didn't notice the movement in his hands.

"The family Sev"

But then he slumped and his blood splattered over my white T Shirt.

Sevika sat straight up, her grey eyes practically glowing in the dark, her scars going up her ribs stung in pain. She was warm, sweat dripped down her forehead, and when she wiped it away she noticed tears.

She wore nothing but a black tank top and boxers, yet she walked to the kitchen to grab some water, and check on the girl. Her eyes flashed into the dark seeing your face made her stiffen, there was a peaceful look and you snuggled with your pillow. She took a few sips of her drink watching your peaceful slumber before laying back down.

She tested her palms on the cold satin sheet that was splayed out across her mattress. She could clean them all she wanted but she could never get the blood off of them.

Yea. She wasn't going back to bed. Sevika grabbed a bottle of jack, and sat on the couch across from you and lit a cigar, sighing heavily letting the tension leave her chest, yet quiet enough so you wouldn't wake. You'd think she'd stop having nightmares after ten years.

(Your pov)

The pognant stench of cigars is one that didn't leave your nose for a while. Although you much preferred this dry aroma to the copper smell of the night before.

Your eyes lingered across the thick of her body, as she walked away. Inside of you, you were rather conflicted from everything that's happened. You wanted to trust her, the fact that she saved you, the fact that you're alive. All screamed for you to throw yourself at her knees and thank her. Yet there was a part of you that told you this was a horrible idea, that you should run. That's she was a monster, she must've killed that guy, but. Who else has she killed?

Your memories flared as you tried to recall more of the attack, you tried and tried but it only came rushing back to you bits and pieces.

That was the woman who was drenched in blood, carrying you away from the attack. She must've bandaged you, dressed you, fed you. But why?

You weren't sure why you stayed either. In fact the feeling of anxiety never left your side despite the reluctance you had for moving at the moment.

Your hands lingered over the spots of your body the woman's fingers had touched. How much had she seen? A sense of embarrassment made your face pale and your stomach queasy.

You were out. And when you woke up you felt a bit of a wet spot on your pillow. Your body must've needed it.

The pain wasn't excruciating today, in fact it was rather bearable. You could feel most of your body, and the bandages no longer were soaked with blood.

You remember calling your friend and hearing their ringtone yet they weren't around.

Your hands sifted through your clothes, today she had brought out a black T-shirt and more sweatpants.

How many grey sweatpants can one woman own?

But your phone wasn't there. Anxiety fled turning into full on panic, if you didn't have your phone how could anyone contact you?

"What's up"

The gruff voice startled you, you looked up and your eyes widened.

"How long have you been there?"

Silence. She didn't seem to want to be friendly.

Your eyebrows furrowed.

"Why did you save me?"

"I plugged your phone in over there." The woman said pointing next to your couch behind your head.

"Oh" you let out a sigh of relief "thank you"

She snorted, smirking a bit.

"Names Sevika"

"Wh- Oh. That's a nice name"

"Tsk" you noticed the bottle of whiskey in one hand while the other raised a cigarette to her lips.

"Rough night?"

"What d'yo think kid?"

You scolded yourself in your head but stayed silent looking at your phone. It wasn't early, it was almost midday.

"My name's ____"

"I know"

"Oh"

Silence again. She wasn't very good at holding conversations.

"I'm Rans friend."

"Y'know Ran!?" You smiled at her eyes lit up with a new gleam.

"They're practically family"

"Oh shit! Do they know what happened?"

She huffed and pulled herself to the couch, you couldn't help but notice her eyes linger.

"How did you meet that vampire?"

"Are you gonna answer any questions?"

"No, and you won't be leaving until you answer my questions"

"YOU CAN'T JUST KEEP ME HERE!"

"I can, answer"

"I uh, I met him at the bar."

You felt her tense

"Do you go to back alleys with strange men all the time or what?"

"NO of course not, what do you take me for sevika?"

"Dumb. Bad judge of character, a problem, kinda pretty"

"Pretty?"

"Is that really what you're taking from this?"

"What other questions do I have to answer before I'm released"

She sighed. "Why do you have to be so difficult"

"What did I even do now?"

"Nothing, Rans gonna be here soon so calm down"

"Okay"

"Is Ran a wolf too? They don't have ears"

"Rans a different type of wolf."

You knew you weren't going to get anymore out of her so you took the jack from her hand and took a swig grimacing at the taste.

"That tastes like shit"

She laughed, and you caught the small smile that peered on her face as she sat down next to you

"You'll learn to love it." She said, patting your shoulder softly. That soft touch lit a fire in both of you and you looked at her.

She cleared her throat "D'you need anything, breakfast, toothbrush, shower?"

"Not yet, my body is still really numb"

Her grey eyes scanned your body. "You were missing a lot of blood"

She got up, your body already missed the heat she was giving off. She came back in and tossed a bottle of water at you.

"Drink, I have to let ran in"

You nodded, grabbing the water bottle. It made you feel a bit nauseous to put something in your mouth but it'll make you feel better so you take a few small sips.

Rans voice was familiar to you, and when you heard it you got excited. "Ran!"

Their figure appeared in the doorway behind Sevika as they both walked in together sitting on the couch across from you.

"Hey angel, I'm glad you're doing okay.'

Sevika chimed in "it probably hasn't hit yet."

And to no one's surprise it did when she said it. Your head spun recalling the horrifying events of the other night, your eyes zoned out, and you were back. There with him.

"Oh my God"

"Shit" you heard Sevika curse. Ran got up over to you and flicked the lighter in your face, which made you snap out of your trance.

"He can't hurt you, you're under our protection."

"But- he had so many bodies Ran"

"It's okay he can't hurt anyone else."

"Oh my God, I can't go back can I"

"One thing at a time." The. You felt a bit of a familiar hand on your thigh, the one that lights your nerves aflame. And a deep gruff voice "it'll be okay, you can stay here with the pack. And we can still do normal things, we all work at a bar and you can work there too"

Your blushed looking at her her face was so close, her grey eyes lingered on you her thumb moving back and forth on the clothing that covered your skin.

"But my friends-"

"Are safer without you"

Ran cut in "for now, until we can guarantee your safety"

"But I don't get it, why me." Sevika stood quickly making you flinch. Before her calloused fingers gripped your cheeks holding your head in both her hands. They were touch and veiny, tattoos covering one of them, it almost made her arm look mecha.

"Look at me" you couldn't help the way your eyes darted to her lips as she leaned in her hot breath inches away from you.

"It's going to be okay"

"But-" your eyes darted down.

"Her thumb lifted your chin "Look at me" you nodded and raised your eyes mumbling and apology.

"It's gonna be okay I promise"

(Sevika time)

It was magnetic, the way her voice sounded, the way she looked at me, the way she breathed. My gut turned threatening to flip, yet my stayed composed.

Until Ran comforted her. I got… angry..

But then I didn't know what else to do. I wanted to help her. I needed to. And I did. But the way she stared at my lips, the way I can feel her emotions, her sadness, her rage, her fear, her excitement to see Ran, her lust for me. It was all threatening the beast and my stomach churned.

Sevika ended up leaving shortly after you put on TV and fell back to sleep.

"What's wrong with you"

"What"

"You're acting weird"

Sevika sipped her coffee "I'm not doing this"

"What happened while I was gone"

"Nothing I couldn't sleep so I drank, the usual"

"We're best friends you know you can tell me anything"

"Good to know."

"What do you wanna fuck her?"

"I wanna fuck you what's the difference?"

"Oh so you wanna date her."

"Ran you're almost 30 years old"

"Sevika and ___ sitting in a tree"

"Enough" Sevika said, a growl in her words. And that was all it took. "I'm the alpha not you"

"Yea, sorry"

"I have to keep order, friends or not. If you step out of line then what? Dustin? Shoola? Lock? How do you think HE would feel about Lock, Ran."

"Okay I'm sorry I get it."

"But you're acting weird"

She sighed, tossing her cup in the sink and walking out.

#sevika #arcane #sevika x reader #werewolf sevika #queue never learned patience

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howlingday · 3 years ago

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tragic backstory (tm) au) after jaune's little sister leaves it's time for the vital festival, but cinder thinks she might have to change her plans with jaune arc around, the stories about the boy are... troubling, to say the least. meanwhile neo wants to kiss that nora girl, if she knew just how much fun she could have had with writing the backstory of blondie she would have put even more crazy shit in there! oh well, better late than never!

Clashing Canon!

The city of Vale begins it's daily, or rather nightly, shift as the sun sets behind the towering skyscrapers. Children run inside for supper before going to bed, resting for another day of school. Employees of various businesses make their way from work to either home, or the local bar. Said bar owners and employees open their doors to the awaiting public, ready for the ritual of drink, pay, leave to begin.

In one of these bars, a man sips at his glass as he reads the paper. Stocks rise and fall, sports team win or lose, and politicians do what they do best; lie, cheat, and steal. He chuckled at the familiarity of the ideal. Setting down his glass, he shifts his hands to drag on his cigar, puffing smoke into the paper's most interesting story.

"Royal Line Restored?"

"Could the King of Vale's Descendants Walk Among Us?"

Roman: People will believe anything these days. All it takes is one little rumor, and people think you're the king of the world. Almost enough to make you laugh, huh, Neo?

Neo: (Filing her nails)

Roman: To be honest, I don't care if the kid actually knew my sister. I didn't know she was dead until last week, and I still don't care!

Neo: (Raises her brow)

Roman: Listen, last I heard from anyone in the Torchwick family, my old man died after pissing off the wrong card shark. What happened to my sister isn't any of my business.

Neo: (Rolls her eyes)

Roman: Exactly! But if playing along with this game gets us off scott free? Who am I to say no? Speaking of, did you get what I asked?

Neo: (Reaches under her, Materializes her scroll)

Roman: (Chuckles) Talk about "out of your ass!" (Neo pouts) Now, what have we learned about Jaune Arc?

Mercury: I heard he killed a Deathstalker with his bare hands.

Emerald: I heard it was two, and a Nevermore.

Mercury: Psh, yeah, ri-

Cinder: Enough! I've had to listen to these rumors incessantly since coming to this school. You don't honestly believe these stories, do you?

Mercury: Of course not, but it's still fun to listen to. The guy's as harmless as a corgi, but everyone is hyping him up like he's a god. It's hilarious!

Cinder: If you have time to listen to rumors, then you have time to listen to our plan.

Emerald: Another change, ma'am?

Cinder: Indeed. We'll have revise our approach. We can no longer trust the blueprints we gathered from Atlas, so the robot will have to be exposed a different way. More subtle, less obvious.

Mercury: Uh huh, and this has nothing to do with the rumors?

Cinder: I'll admit, there is merit to spreading rumors and using heresay. If we can get the population to believe she's not human we can break Atlas' trust with the public.

Mercury: And this has nothing to do with the rumor Jaune Arc is an Atlas battle android designed to protect Atlas, but went rogue and now thinks he's human?

Cinder: Of course not. Rumors hold no sway over my mind.

Mercury: I think the, "Eugenics in Robotics" book says differently.

Cinder: (Hides book, Blushing) D-Don't think! Obey!

Jaune: Ugh! Finally! (Falls into his bed) They're finally gone!

Nora: Aw, and I didn't get their number.

Jaune: Another good thing about today.

Pyrrha: Jaune, if you don't mind me asking, why didn't you tell us your sisters were coming?

Jaune: Because they didn't tell me until they were already on their way. Them landing at Beacon was the first time I spoke to them in months!

Ren: When was the last time?

Jaune: Uh, probably after they already left home. They moved to start their dreams as wedding planners and dress designers.

Pyrrha: Are they any good?

Jaune: I can't speak for Vi, since I don't know anything about her wedding planning outside her binder, but Indie is pretty good. Check out this dress she made my future wedding. (Shows off his wedding dress)

Pyrrha: (Blushing) Oh my... I'm sure your bride will be very happy to wear it for her big day.

Jaune: Bride? This is my dress.

Pyrrha: What?

Jaune: Yeah, it's weird, I know, but it kind of grew on me the more I thought about it, y'know? (Gets up) I gotta go to the bathroom. (Steps in, Shuts the door)

Ren: So, what's the story now, Nora?

Nora: Hush, Ren! I'm instigating...

Ren: Investigating?

Nora: That, too! Mm... Gah! I've got nothing! I can't figure out why Jaune would wear a wedding dress!

Pyrrha: It's fine, Nora. I'm certain it could be worn beautifully, even by Jaune.

Blake: (In the ceiling) It's a bit bland for a wedding dress.

Nora: GAH! CEILING CAT! Also, hi, Blake!

Blake: He says it's his wedding dress, but is that the whole truth?

Nora: Huh?

Blake: (Drops down) The Luna Tribe was notorious for many things, including their simple, yet beautiful dresses. Perhaps Jaune is nostalgic of them, and asked his sister to recreate them.

Pyrrha: The tribe that enslaved him? But why wear something from such a dark time in his life?

Blake: Do you see that band around the waist? Only the elite of the tribe was permitted to wear this.

Ren: It's spite.

Pyrrha: It's brave!

Nora: IT'S PERFECT!

Jaune: What is? Oh, hey, Blake! When did you-? (Knock, Knock, Knock) I'll get it!

Neo: (Door opens, Waves in her disguise)

Jaune: Oh, it's you!

Neo: (Flutters her eyes)

Jaune: No, I didn't forget! I just lost track of time. (Turns to his team) I'll be back, guys. Mint wanted me to show her around. I'll meet you guys at dinner. (Steps out)

Blake: Well, this plot seems to be getting more and more interesting...

#rwby #rwby au #tragic backstory (tm) au #roman torchwick #neo politan #neopolitan #mercury black #emerald sustrai #cinder fall #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #lie ren #pyrrha nikos #blake belladonna

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mediocre-writerr · 4 years ago

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feel something [leah rilke]

leah rilke x fem reader

requested #1: Hi. Can I request a fem!reader x Leah fic where reader gets hurt and Leah gets kind of protective afterwards. Thank you!

requested #2: Part two of that Leah x insomniac reader please!!!!! Maybe one where the girls see just how bad her hero complex is

Pt.1

This wasn’t the first time you’ve almost died on this trip.

According to Nora, you’v been here for 22 days. And you’ve died almost four times since then. Much to Leah, Shelby, and literally all the other girls disappointment.

The first time was after your first actual sleep with Leah. You were climbing up the mountain with Rachel, Shelby, and Leah when the mirror started slipping off the mountain. And without thinking you decided to dive and try to save it.

“Y/N!” Leah yells as you reach for Fatin’s mirror.

“Jesus Y/N!” Shelby yells, “Get up! It’s just a mirror!”

“No we need it to call help!” you reply in between gritted teeth.

Shelby yells, “We’ll figure it out another way please!”

The mirror falls off the cliff and you smack your hand on the hard dirt, “Fuck!”

The three girls drag you back onto a more steady surface. You look down at your scratched up hand and sigh.

“Are you kidding me right now?” Shelby whispers, staring at you incredulously.

“I was just trying to help.” you mumble, continuing to stare at your hand.

“Help us what?!” the blonde scolds, “Help us extend our graveyard?!”

You knew why she was so upset. Back home it was always you, Shelby, and Becca. But ever since Becca was gone, Shelby became more protective of you than she already was. She couldn’t lose someone else.

“I’m sorry.”

Her eyes softens. “It’s okay. Just please be more careful.”

While Shelby got over it, Leah was shaken up on the thought of losing you. She thought it was ridiculous you two just met, but she never felt so drawn to someone one.

Not since Jefferey.

She threw her arms around you. And you immediately reciprocated the hug, wrapping your arms around her waist.

“I’m okay Leah,” you whisper softly.

The next time it happened was a few days after that. You managed to keep your sleep schedule straight with the help of Leah, but again almost died.

Overexertion is what the girls like to call it. But you like to call it putting in 100% effort to help everyone else survive. This one wasn’t too serious, just passing out and being lost for a few hours.

No biggie really.

You wouldn’t necessarily count this one as a near death experience, but Nora insists. Because if they didn’t find you wild animals could’ve probably eaten me.

After that Leah made sure you ate and drank as much as possible. When the girls found out you were skipping out on food, so there was more for them to eat they scolded you.

“Dude you need to eat!” Toni yells, after they bring you back to the camp.

“I thought everyone else deserved more food than me.” you say.

Toni scoffs, but Fatin cuts into the conversation, “And we really appreciate that you’re trying to help, but you need to take care of yourself too.”

“What is this some intervention?” you ask, jokingly, but all of their faces were serious, “Oh you’re being serious.”

“Hell yeah we are!” Rachel yells.

“Y/N, you can’t keep putting yourself in life or death situations. We’ve cheated death once. You continuing to do it will kill you one day!” Toni says and you look down at your feet.

Leah was quiet for the rest of the time that night. She would just stare out at the ocean, lost in her own thoughts. You knew she was mad at you, but there wasn’t much you can actually do.

You thought she wasn’t gonna talk to you or even interact with you for that matter, but she put her head on your shoulder and nuzzled into your neck. You gently rest your head on top of hers.

Hesitantly, you turn your head ever so slightly placing a kiss to the top of her head. And you couldn’t see it, but Leah was smiling probably wider than she has ever smiled in the past couple months.

The third time was a little more scary for not only the girls, but for you. It was the next night.

The tides were rising higher than they ever did before. Crashing hard and fast, it was like a mini tsunami. The girls were all freaking out trying their best to hold in so they wouldn’t get swept away.

“Is everyone okay?” you yell above all the screaming, “Dot! Can you do a head count?”

“Shelby?” Dot yells.

“Right here!” her Texas accent comes through and I release a sigh of relief.

“Leah?!” Dot yells out again and your heart dropped into your stomach.

“I’m over here!” her voice called out, but it was distant.

You turned your head, searching everywhere for her voice to see that she climbed up onto the cliffs. You let out another sigh of relief.

In the distance, you could see Fatin trying to grab the rest of her luggage. And she seemed to have had a hold on it when a wave came crashing in, as she disappeared from view.

“Fuck Fatin!!” you yell and it gets all of the girls attention.

You finally see her as she starts to drift off a little by the riptide. And without hesitation you immediately took off running, taking off your shirt, shoes, and jeans in the process.

“Y/N! No!” Dot yells.

But it was too late you were already swimming against the current. It was tiring to say the least, but you had to get to Fatin. Your arms and legs were burning, but all you could think about was helping her.

You finally got to Fatin and pulled her and her suitcase in front of you. She was floating on top of it, trying to stay above the water. You pushed her suitcase as you tried your best to get back to shore without getting swept back.

Just as you’re about to reach shore another huge wave came crashing down. With one last push you pushed Fatin further causing her to reach the shore. And you? Sucked back in right where Fatin was.

It was getting too tiring, swimming back. You were about to give up when you heard Shelby’s voice come from the shore.

“No fucking way! You’re not giving up right now!” she yells at you and she could how you stopped treading water and just floated. You were too tired and your arms and legs felt like they were about to fall off, “If God brought us to it, God will bring us through it! So push Y/N!”

Your whole demeanor changed hearing those words. It’s something you, Shelby, and Becca said to each other whenever one of us had a bad day or needed some inspiration.

So you pushed and pushed until you finally got back.

Breathless and tired, you laid on the cool sand. Coughing up a storm at the very least.

“Y/N!” Leah says, rushing over to your side immediately.

She immediately grabs my dry clothes and throw them over me. Leah scoops me into her arms and places me onto her lap. She rubs my back softly as I continue to cough up a lung.

“You’re an idiot.” Dot says bluntly, but a relieved smile was on her face.

You chuckled softly, “Someone had to go save her.”

The rest of the time following Leah never left your side. She watched you eat and drink. Yelled at you to take your breaks when needed and kept you sane.

And if any sort of danger arises, she grabs my wrist and pulls you to sit back down.

Now here you were day 22, finding yourself risking your life for yet another time. And by the looks of the situation probably your last.

After the tide swept away your shelter, you decided to make another one. A bigger one. But as the odds like to have it lightning struck down causing to catch on fire in the middle of the night.

Dot was doing yet another headcount, “Shelby? Where’s Shelby?!”

You look around frantically desperate to find your best friend. Leah was right by your side, so you knew she was okay.

“Help me!” you hear the blonde call out and you knew immediately where the sound was coming from.

The fucking shelter.

Leah saw the look in your eye and right when you were about to take off running she grabbed your arm, “No, you can’t. That’s a death wish going in there!” she exclaims.

“Leah, she’s my best friend,” you whisper softly, “I can’t let her die.”

“If you go in there, I will never forgive you.” she states, a serious look in those blue eyes.

Your eyes soften, but you take your hands and cup her cheeks lightly. You close the distance between the two of you. When Leah kisses back, you can feel tear drops fall onto your cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” you state as you pull apart, before taking off running for shelter.

Once you made it in the small, really hot space, you saw Shelby trapped underneath a pile of burning wood.

“It hurts so bad Y/N!” she exclaims and you know she’ll definitely have some burns.

“I know Shelb, I know. I’m right here. We’re gonna get you out of here okay?” you say and she nods her head.

There was only one way out and if you pull Shelby out of the burning wood this whole thing can go collapsing on top of you. But what other choice do we have? She can’t walk so either way you would have to drag or carry her out.

“Come on Y/N, think. Think!” you yell to yourself as the exhaustion starts to build up in your chest.

From all the smoke you continued to cough and cough. If you didn’t get her and you out of there now, you might as well be dead.

“Y/N look at me.” Shelby whispers and you finally look at her, “If God brough us to it?”

“God will bring us through it.” you whisper back, nodding at her.

You squatted down in front of her, “I need you to wrap your arms around my neck, like a piggy back ride.”

She follows suit, “Okay done.”

“Once we pull you out from underneath there, I need you to wrap your legs around me. It’s gonna hurt, but it’ll be needed.” you say in between coughs, “Now all we have to do it take that leap of faith. Ready?”

“Yeah.” she whispers.

You pull her out of the burning wood causing her to groan out in pain. And the building started caving in on top of each other. But as if you had real life super powers you ran out of the place as fast you could.

Barely making it out of there on time as the two of you trip and fell over a log that was outside.

“Shelb? Are you okay?” you say in a fit of coughs.

“Yeah, my leg just really hurts.” she replies.

You immediately get up in the midst of your coughing fit to pick her up bridal style. Walking the little ways back to camp, you could see the girls’ faces lighten up.

And when your eyes landed on Leah you could see how red and puffy her face was. Your heart dropped in your chest once more as you saw the worried features on her face.

“Dot I need you to tend to her burns before they get infected.” you say in between coughs.

Your lungs felt like they were on fire right now, “What about you? What do you need?” Dot asks.

But you just cough into your hand, shooing her away to go take care of Shelby. You were fine, Shelby needed the most help. And as you were walking to go sit down, the world started spinning and everything went black.

“Come on Y/N. I need you.” you hear a voice whisper, awaking you slightly from your sleep.

Your head was lying in someone’s lap and your eyes fluttered open to see Leah staring back at you. The sun now shining down upon the crazy beach.

“Hey, you’re awake.” she whispers, leaning down to hold you tightly, “We thought we lost you. I thought you were gone.” she replies.

You cup her face lightly, “I’m right here. I’m sorry.”

“You can’t do this Y/N. You can’t keep trying to kill yourself! I need you. Please. I need you. You can’t-you can’t leave me.” Leah starts to cry and you do your best to wipe away all the tears.

“I’m not going anywhere okay? I’m staying right here.” you say softly, trying to soothe her worries.

She nods, “Promise me?” she whispers her voice practically begging you to promise her.

“I promise.”

#leah rilke #leah rilke imagine #leah rilke x reader #leah rilke x fem reader #the wilds #the wilds imagines

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spahhzy · 4 years ago

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Promise.

No Fall AU. Fourth year.

*Dimension 52*

"I promise Ruby on my name and life as an Arc you'll get that dance!

Ruby sighed for the umpteenth time as the music blared in the background students all around her were dancing and having a good time.

"He'll be here Rubes" Ruby looked up and saw her sister Yang, and the rest of her team along with Team JNPR minus its leader.

"Yeah ruby Jaune-Jaune will be here he promised!" Said Nora handing Ruby some punch.

Blake put a hand on her shoulder.

"Has he ever broken a promise too you?" She said and Ruby shook her head and looked at the clock and looked down at her red dress and evil lady stil-heels.

9:00pm

The dance was almost over.

Where is he?

Yang watched her sister sit in her chair away from the crowd upset.

"Where the hell is vomit boy?!" She said and Weiss nodded while looking at her scroll trying to get ahold of junipers leader. They all did Jaune had said he was going into Vale to get nice suit for his date/dance.

"It shouldn't have taken long...you don't think he is standing her up do you?" Blake asked

"Jaune isn't like that he made a promise...and you know how he is on promises especially ones to Ruby" Weiss said defending the knight. Over the course of the school years Jaune had earned her respect for all his hard work he put on at Beacon.

"Then where is he!?" Yang said eyes going red and kicked the railing as silence fell amongst the group.

From another side of the auditorium Glynda and Ozpin looked on seeing everyone having a good time well...not everyone.

"It would seem that...not everyone is enjoying themselves" said Ozpin as he eyed the Rose girl sitting in her chair, the red dress clashing with the white seats.

"Ah yes...miss Rose...apparently Jaune Arc was her date no?" Glynda asked to which Ozpin nodded.

"Perhaps Mr. Arc had second doubts?" She asked and Ozpin sighed.

"I don't think he would be the type...we've seen how far he'd go for people" Ozpin said as he recalled moments over of all Jaune's deeds he's ever done for him and many of the faculty members.

Suddenly a buzzing sound came from his scroll.

Pulling it out he looks to find an incoming call from...

"The Vale General Hospital?"

It was now 10:30.

The dance was 30 mins from being over and still no Jaune Arc.

No calls or texts.

No one could get ahold of the arc knight.

"I'm so sorry Ruby" came the voice of her sister as she came to comfort her.

"Sigh it's alright...I...I didn't expect him to break his promise though...sure we had a fight a few weeks back" Ruby said tears pooling in her eyes.

" I love him...I really love Jaune and he said he loved me...so why isn't he here" to which Yang just hugged her sister tightly as the DJ announced it was now time for the last slow songs of the night.

"This isn't like our fearless leader Ren!" Nora said as she took a sip of her drink.

Weiss was still working on trying to get ahold of the dolt but still so far nothing. No one had been able to get ahold of Jaune.

Suddenly Weiss scroll beeped and her screen came to life with 'Breaking News'

"Guys come look" She said to Ren, Nora, Pyrrha and Blake as they all gathered around to see a special news report.

"This is Lisa Lavender coming with you live on the scene from downtown vale where a explosion had just taken place just a few minutes ago" said the reporter as fire and smoke were present in the background as fire fighters came storming by.

"The explosion came during a conflict with a hostage situation involving 3 armed suspects in this building or what is left of the building before it toppled down"

"The three suspects before detonating the explosion were confronted by one individual but we are getting reports that he was a Beacon student" The moment she uttered those words everyone began to have a sinking feeling in the pit of their stomachs.

"We do have video footage of the matter just before the building collapse from a near by cctv camera" she said before cutting to the video and their everyone's heart sank.

Their was Jaune, shield up and sword in hand dressed in his unbuttoned dress shirt and tux as the three individuals just looked on before pressing what looks like a button suddenly an explosion happened which showed Jaune was only knocked backwards a few feet before getting up, he looked to his right for some reason.

The camera picked up on his body glowing before the camera angle changed as suddenly a young woman was shown in the wreckage of the explosion crying out for help.

Every one was silent fear in the pit of their stomachs as they saw Jaune come to the ladies rescue able to get all the rock and debris out of the way before trying to get her somewhat stable to remove her from the situation.

Suddenly he looked up behind him as his body glowed again and he raised his shield up before suddenly mountains of rubble came crashing the CCTV cut off.

"We have reports that the lady in question after the rubble was cleared is okay! Though we do not know the status of the Beacon student in question as he neglected treatment before leaving..."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Jaune was alive but they also realized that was why Jaune was late it was because-

"Renny look! Fearless leader!" Nora shouted in excitement as she took off with Ren and Pyrrha in tow.

Weiss immediately ran to the railing as their at the entrance was a clean, safe and alive Jaune Arc..

She looked on as Jaune rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment before Pyrrha pointed to all the way to the dance floor where the lonesome Ruby awaited.

Weiss sighed before sitting back down.

All would be well after, Arc kept his word.

10:45pm

He really wasn't gonna come was he...

He really was gonna break his promise....

He -

"At the special request we are now going to play a special song before tonight's end"

*play whatever special slow song you'd think Ruby and Jaune would dance to*

Ruby's eyes widened that was her's and Jaune's song but wait...

"Hey craterface..." She heard his voice as suddenly the dancefloor that had many people dancing started to thin out before finally only one person was standing their.

Jaune Arc looked at her as she stood up from her chair.

Jaune looked to his right to see Yang giving him a thumbs up of approval, he nodded before wincing a bit as he walked forward.

Ruby started walking towards him...meeting him halfway before finally they were feet apart.

"Hey..."

"I'm sorry I'm late...I didn't mean to make you think I was gonna stand you up...something happened in vale took longer then I expected" Jaune said to which Ruby shook her head before reaching in and giving him a hug.

"Your here...thats what matters...its our final Beacon dance and I wanted it to be with you" She said nuzzling into his chest as Jaune chuckled.

"Then would this lovely rose accompany me to our final dance of the night?" He asked to which he felt Ruby nod as they began to sway to the sound of music.

Weiss joined the others as they stared at the last two on the dance floor.

"So vomit boy tanked a building falling on him while saving someone...to think I couldn't get more impressed" Yang said as she was caught up to speed on why Jaune was late.

"That's our fearless leader alright a true knight in shining armour!" Nora said happily as Ren hugged Nora as Pyrrha and Blake all looked on in happiness.

Weiss scroll rang again and she pulled it out.

It was a call from the headmaster? That got everyone's attention.

"Hello? Headmaster how can I help you?"

Before she could get an answer a scream rang out and everyone turned back to the dance floor.

"Glynda we must getJaune Arc immediately!"

Ozpin put away his scroll as Glynda looked at him confused.

"That boy was in a serious situation and no doubt its on the news by now but he refused help" He said as Glynda got up from her seat.

"His aura probably healed whatever damages he sustained" She tried to deduced as Ozpin shook his head.

"The young women he saved came in on the call from the General Hospital explained that he shielded her from the debris using his aura" his voice grim as he tried began scrolling in his contacts for Weiss Schnee.

"So then he is fine right? His aura saved her and him" to which Ozpin shook his head.

"His aura didn't stop everything...when the women came too she saw Jaune with a piece of-"

"Hello? Headmaster how may I help you?"

"Weiss it's of the utmost urgency yiu get to Jaune Arc and get Aura into his system now-"

But was cut off as a screamed pierced the auditorium.

The song played as they continued dancing.

Ruby was happy...it was everything she wanted she looked up and saw Jaune smiling down at her with tear blue eyes. It wasn't long before Jaune tilted his head down to her and she met him halfway before their lips met in a electric kiss.

Euphoria was all Ruby felt as she finally separated from the kiss and continued their dance.

"So how was that Vomit boy"

"Heh...it was...to die for" he said to her as he kept dancing as once again they tuned the world out.

Unbeknownst to Ruby...Jaune glowed brightly before his aura slowly started to shimmer away.

It wasn't a few more minutes before the song came to an end and they both stopped but continued hugging each other.

"I love you Jaune Arc...thank you for keeping your promise" Ruby said her arms still wrapped around his chest.

But Jaune said nothing.

"Hey...how about we go back to your room hmm cuddles and such?"

Jaune still said nothing and suddenly Jaune decided to lean against her becoming surprisingly heavier.

"Hey Vomitboy your too heavy for these lady stilt" She laughed but still Jaune was unresponsive and her hand started to get wet.

"Jeez Jaune were you sweating this dance your whole back is all...wet?" She looked at her right hand from behind him to find it was not sweat...but blood.

"Jaune..." she pulled her head back to look at his face and all she saw was lifeless blue eyes looking at her in a sad smile as he finally got to heavy and they both fell to the ground.

Ruby looked at him frightful as his he was facedown as blood began to pool out, soaking his tux and the dance floor.

Ruby began hyperventilating and the world seemed to slow down as she looked on at the love of her life laying down in his blood.

It was too much.

Ruby screamed.

"I promise Ruby on my name and life as an Arc you'll get that dance!"

For the 9 days of Lancaster.

Enjoy.

#jaune arc #ruby x jaune #rwby lancaster #ruby rose #9daysoflan21

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jouretnuit-nightandday · 4 years ago

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gen requests!! if it interests you, i would love something with dot being taken care of by the others, or them all letting toni know how she matters /to them/ in their own ways, or something with an unlikely combination of the girls (a dynamic you wish we’d seen more of) stirring shit and being friends!! i know that was a bunch, but i just figured i‘d give you a few and see if any of them resonated. thank u!! <33

Thank you! I loved all of them, but went with Dot being taken care of, cause our girl sure needs it.

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As soon as she wakes up, Dot can tell something’s wrong. For one, everyone else is already awake and gone, even Fatin, even Toni, which has never happened, not even once, ever since they got stranded on the island. She opens her eyes, and she’s alone, in the shelter she had them rebuild a few weeks ago. Someone has taken care to drape one of Fatin’s sweaters - the leopard skin one, which is, incidentally, Dot’s favorite - on her chest like a blanket, and the same person - but who? - has also placed one of the pink visors atop Dot’s head, to protect her from the light of the rising sun peeking through the interstices of their roof. She rises up on her elbows, confused, almost alarmed by the silence - but then she looks through the shelter’s opening, and sees that the other girls are all sitting quietly around the campfire, the one they built sixty feet or so away from the shelter after a strong gust of wind almost set fire to the whole camp.

Dot yawns, and gets up, and shuffles out of the shelter, and comes face to face with the strangest thing. A rough plank of wood, on top of which, artistically arranged, she finds one of the bottles they use to keep drinkable water, a few handfuls of red berries in a small cup made out of braided leaves, and five strings of smoked goat meat - big ones, Dot notices, the kind they usually reserve for dinner, when they’re starving after a full day of hard work. And, weirdest of all, there’s a little bouquet of yellow flowers, stuck in an empty can of Diet Coke. Dot briefly wonders if the flowers are edible, but comes to the conclusion that whoever left this for her wanted to add a touch of beauty to... what is this supposed to be, actually? A breakfast tray?

“What in the world is going on,” Dot murmurs to herself, squinting at the rest of the girls, far away, as if she’ll get some answers just from looking at them. Oh well, food is food. She gobbles down the berries, drinks the water, chews on the sticks of meat, and places the plank back next to the shelter, with the flowers untouched, before she walks up to the fire.

The waking-up all alone, she could chalk up to coincidence. The aesthetic breakfast platter, to Shelby or Martha wanting to test out their decoration skills in the wilderness. But Dot can’t help noticing how fucking weird the girls are acting as soon as she joins them, and her suspicion only grows. Rachel keeps offering her water, as if Dot just ran a marathon or something, and is in need of rehydrating. Shelby sits next to her and can’t stop touching her, little pats on her arm, on her back, on her knee. Fatin tells her she looks good this morning - which wouldn’t be weird, except there’s no obnoxious flirty comment, not even a wink, following that statement. Leah asks her about the survival shows she watches, and tries very hard to pretend she’s interested in Dot’s answer, which is kind of endearing, but mostly a bit surreal, because Dot has a very clear memory of Leah explaining in detail how much she hates reality TV shows. Nora and Martha also ask her a million questions, about her favorite sport, her favorite food, her favorite animal, her favorite actor. When Toni offers her a foot massage, Dot can’t handle it anymore.

“Okay, who did what?” she asks, firmly, looking around her with what she hopes is a stern enough expression that the culprits will confess immediately. “What happened while I was sleeping?” Bemused silence meets her, and Dot rolls her eyes. “Come on, you’re all trying way too hard, I know that means one of you fucked up. Spill.”

“No, Dottie, it’s nothing like that,” Shelby says, with a tentative smile. She hesitates, looking at Fatin for help, but it’s Nora who explains, with the sort of calm confidence Dot has grown to expect from her.

“We just wanted to show our appreciation. You always take care of all of us, so we thought we’d try to take care of you, for once.”

“And we felt bad about yesterday,” Martha adds, quickly, honestly. Ah, yes. The day before had been particularly chaotic, and Dot had in fact developed a real bad migraine by midday, from the sheer stress of trying to make everyone behave for five fucking minutes.

“Yeah, we wanted to make it up to you,” Fatin says. She looks at Dot above the rim of her ridiculous sunglasses, half apologetic, half amused. “We realize, now, that we were acting like a bunch of assholes.”

“Some of us more than others,” Rachel says pointedly.

Leah and Toni both avert their eyes, sheepishly, which, well. You have to admire the self-awareness, at the very least.

Dot blinks. “So the food outside the shelter --”

“We made you breakfast, bitch. Hope you liked the flowers.” Fatin smirks, quite obviously proud of herself. “And you’re not lifting a finger today, we got it all planned.”

“We made a chore list,” Toni adds. “Me and Shelby will go get some water before lunch --”

“And they promised not to fuck on the way,” Rachel interjects.

Shelby has a coughing fit, and Dot instinctively slaps her on the back a few times, while Toni glares at Rachel, cheeks darkening, before continuing. “--Nora, Rachel and Leah are on food prep. Fatin and Martha will clean up, take care of the fire, and, like, entertain you if you’re bored while the rest of us are busy.”

“Entertain me, huh?” Dot asks, drily.

Fatin waggles her eyebrows, and Leah gives her a light smack on the arm. “Toni means we’ll play Uno,” Martha explains. “Or any other game. Or we’ll leave you alone if you want to chill by yourself.” She smiles at Dot, open and genuine. “This is your day. You get to do whatever you want.”

“Anything you wanna do, or you want us to do, just ask,” Shelby says.

“I can recite some poetry,” Leah offers.

“Except that,” Toni mumbles.

Leah flips her off, and for a second Dot worries about these two fighting again, like they did the day before, but they’re both smiling at each other, so they must have made up, for Dot’s sake, and that unexpectedly moves her.

“Guys,” Dot says. “You don’t have to do all that.”

“Yeah, we do,” Nora argues. She cocks her head, looking at Dot carefully. “We love you.”

“Come on, let us treat you like fucking royalty for a day,” Rachel says, with a little smile, and then she grows serious. “You saved all of our asses countless times. You saved my life, after the shark. Let us thank you.”

“You deserve it,” Martha adds.

Dot finds that her throat has closed up, embarrassingly. There may even be tears in her eyes. “I’m… Fuck. Hm, thanks,” she murmurs. She wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, and nobody comments on it, thankfully. Shelby wraps an arm around her waist. Fatin blows her a kiss from across the fire.

“Honestly, you know what would make me happy?” Dot says, voice a bit hoarse from emotion. “Spending the day together. Just having fun, for once. Enjoying the fucking vacation we were supposed to have, you know. I just wanna have a good time with my friends.”

Fatin grins. “I think we can do that.”

Dot closes her eyes, turns her face towards the sky. The sun is high, already, and hot on her skin. But the warmth she feels, spreading from her stomach to her chest, has nothing to do with it.

#Anonymous #the wilds #dot campbell #fic #the unsinkable eight

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mauserfrau · 4 years ago

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7. Topless and face-down, a kiss on the shoulder blade. Since you got me thinking about it, Amara. ;)

So this seems to be the person referenced in Chapter 3 if & Then We Were Nothing (NSFW)...

Yeah, she never should have picked up that photographer. Terrible life choice.

Not that there was anything wrong with photographers. The problem was that particular photographer. Nora Navi had a reputation that preceded her, at least among socially notable sapphic-inclined women.

Nora was also a six-two hard body Maquette-build with superfine silky black hair down to her ass and a pet feather lynx that was trained to ride around on her shoulder. Amara couldn’t have missed her if she’d wanted to, let alone tried.

She’d told herself she was having one drink with the woman to feast her eyes. Maybe she’d have two drinks and pet her kitty. She made it to three drinks and the kitty petting became a double entendre. Next thing, they were sharing the cover of Hot Folx and Amara hadn’t been back at her own apartment in a month.

(Since Amara had an apartment. It was knee-deep in the blue collar ward of Vhys City, a place in the Six Galaxies she found comfortably familiar when she wanted familiar things.)

Nora Navi lived out of a space yacht with a wine tug. She was old money leftover from some long defunct corporate empire and had used her share of a nigh-incalculably fortune to fuel her career and herself.

Her most famous images had been taken with a camera embedded in her left hand. She also featured an editing rig built into the associated arm. It projected the commands across her skin and made her glow at weird moments in bed since Nora Navi also had insomnia and would work and smoke and mou for hours even after the intimate encounters and hot baths. Wine kept her awake and most sedatives did nothing.

Amara found her sleeplessness adorable. She could lie awake for hours, watching her fight with herself. Such dedication to her work and to her many causes: corporate abolition, the New-Old Religion movement, veteran support and feather lynx conservation. She even started getting in on Amara’s own personal crusade uplifting others.

Nora honestly did conjure the most amazingly touchable images with that camera of hers. It made so much sense she carried it in her hand instead of either eye. Amara watched herself soaring and crashing and punching and picking street people out of flood waters. She didn’t usually find images of herself erotic, but her and Nora had some quality playtime over Nora’s images of her. Amara could feel that woman’s hot desire for her in the way said woman took her picture.

And took her picture.

And that was the problem with Nora Navi. There was literally no way to separate the woman from her art. Her obsessive dedication would have put a strain on any relationship.

Amara had eight-handedly taken out entire cartels. She figured she could handle a love language quirk like excessive pictures of herself munching on lime leaf candy.

She’d been lying in their bed after a rub down that had gotten very sexy indeed. Nora was still on her, sliding against her back, her teeth and lips intruding here or there, her fingers straying through Amara’s hair. The camera click did not surprise or bother Amara. But then, there were a lot of those.

“What are you doing back there? A study of my back? Ha!”

“Maybe,” said Nora, “I’m trying to see.”

“See what?”

“If it’s any different where your other arms come out.”

“They don’t come out. They’re always out. What changes is if I’m using them.”

“Huh?”

Amara hadn’t rolled over. She had tilted her head enough to see Nora’s pretty, flushed face and to smile at her. Her own love language, besides favors and gifts, contained attempts to talk about her Siren-nature, something she normally played close to her chest. “They’re part of my consciousness. You remember how to put on lipstick, but you’re not doing it right now.” The comparison was somewhat inspired by the fact they’d kind of dumped Nora’s purse out all over the bed in search of their favorite pocket vibe.

Nora moued. She picked up a lipstick. She twisted that lipstick.

Amara hoisted her up with one of her arms. Nora laughed and almost dropped the lipstick. She let herself be turned over and spun, her camera clicked along the whole time. “Ah! That’s so cool! I had no idea!”

“It’s hard to explain if you haven’t got it, but you do kind of got it.” The phasehand pointed to Nora’s lens. Nora laughed again. “Or maybe if you ever stopped taking pictures! I swear you do it in your sleep.”

Amara at least relaxed after that. Nora stayed up until near chronological dawn, drifting off when Amara got up to start her morning routine. She remembered, that had seemed like a beautiful occasion, the start of something more. This was the instant Amara accepted that she’d be getting crystal violets for garnish with her fried banana blossoms for the rest of her life.

It wasn’t many more instants though before that scenario began to splinter.

Amara hadn’t been meant to see those pictures of her back. In fact, they were so close and so filtered she took them for shots of marble planes at first. Only the file names that gave them away. There was something clinical and creeping, something that made her imagine erosion to the images and that was why she thought of marble the way she did.

And that something wore off onto Nora too, the next time she saw that pretty smile of hers.

Amara knew then. All those other women had been right.

People who get rich taking pictures of humans suffering don’t quite see humans as people.

One more time she tried to tell herself: well, I’m not exactly a people. We should live in our bubble together, me and this strange girl.

But she could not shake those pictures of her back and the late night sounds, the click-click-mou of what should have been her lover began to wear on her like a thin trickle of dread.

The two of them didn’t so much break up as wind down. In another month, she was back in her apartment explaining to one of her travel brokers that yes she was single and she wouldn’t mind picking up a room on a singles cruise if it was cheaper. That sounded like fun.

Then she didn’t really go looking to see how the end of the affair got reported. Nora stopped calling. People stopped asking Amara about her.

Amara didn’t regret Nora. She didn’t really do regrets . The happy memories remained that: happy. And she decided that someday she might share them with another lover as a part of her life she usually played close to her chest.

But she could still feel that one kiss to the back of her shoulder. It still made her clench all eight of her fists.

#borderlands #borderlands three #amara the siren #amara x oc #fanfic #fanfiction

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agatharionicky · 4 years ago

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Spooky Scary Skeletons

Chapter: one/one

Summary: "What about a chick magnet and a chick?" Sara asked, pulling up the picture on her phone to show Ava.

"No," Ava said, scrunching up her nose in disgust.

The couple was lounging on the bed at Ava's house that night. With Sara laying on her stomach sideways across the bed and Ava leaning against the headboard with a glass of wine.

"Okay, what about a coffee barista and a frappuccino?" Sara asked.

Fandom: DC’s Legends of Tomorrow.

Relationship: Sara Lance/Ava Sharpe.

Characters: Sara Lance, Ava Sharpe, Charlie, Zari Tomaz, Mick Rory, Nora Darhk, and Ray Palmer.

Chapter Rating: General Audiences.

Additional Tags: Halloween, Costume Party, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Avalance Halloween fun! (This is an old one but It’s not posted here so!)

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"Hey, Sara?" Zari asked, pulling her yogurt spoon from her lips. "Can I turn the bridge into a haunted maze for the party?"

"What party?" Sara asked, sitting her oatmeal breakfast down on the table next to Ava.

It was a fairly late morning and the crew was lazy in their efforts to get up and start the day. The majority of them were still in their pajamas as they got breakfast and were not too chatty as they ate. Apart from Zari, Ray, and Ava who were always the early birds of the team.

"The Halloween party? We are having a party, right!" Zari exclaimed.

"A party?" Nate said, popping up his head from where he had been staring into his coffee.

"A party?" Ray sang, as cheerful as ever that morning.

"Oh no," Ava said, knowing exactly where this was going.

"Can we have a party?" Mona sang, perking up.

"Can I get drunk?" Mick added, smiling despite the weary look he had a moment ago.

"Can I get laid?" Charlie sang as they all broke out in song for the last verse.

"Will there be a pretty girl for me to serenade?"

"Not you too," Ava said looking over as had Nora joined in. "It’s too early for this."

"A party, a party. Can we have a party?"

"Can I get drunk? Can I get laid?"

"Will, there be a pretty girl for me to serenade?"

Ava dropped her head into her folded arms as everyone else sang the rhyme again, but Sara wrapped her arm around Ava’s shoulder giving her a quick squeeze. "All right that's enough. We can have a party, but keep it to the bridge."

"Yes!" They all shouted.

Zari pulled out her tablet and pulled up the Pinterest board she had made with all her ideas. Her enthusiasm was contagious as they all talked over each other about the drinks and decorations they wanted. Ava gave Sara a weary look knowing how out of control these things could get, but Sara just smiled and leaned in. She kissed her lips and scooted her chair closer to her.

"Relax, it’ll be fun. I promise."

"I don’t know," Ava said, still not on board with the party. "I’ve never even been tricking or treating, much less an actual Halloween party."

"All the more reason for us to do this, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. We can dress up, have some fun food and drinks and if you’re lucky I’ll dance for you."

Ava blushed and hind her pink cheeks in Sara’s shoulder, kissing her bare skin. "Okay."

Sara leaned her head down onto Ava’s and they enjoyed the quiet moment together, despite the loud and busy conversation happening in front of them. That is, until Zari decided to try out the strobe lights and dubstep music. Causing Ava to jump and fall back in her chair.

"Zari!" Ava shouted as Sara helped her up. "A little bit of warning next time okay."

"Oops."

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"What about a chick magnet and a chick?" Sara asked, pulling up the picture on her phone to show Ava.

"No, it just seems wrong," Ava said, scrunching up her nose in disgust.

The couple was lounging on the bed at Ava's house that night. With Sara laying on her stomach sideways across the bed and Ava leaning against the headboard with a glass of wine.

"Okay, what about a coffee barista and a frappuccino?" Sara asked.

"No, what about Marcie and Patty from Peanuts?" Ava asked showing Sara the photo she had found on her phone.

"No," Sara said, with a shake of her head. "We could do a cat lady and her cat."

"No, Mona said, she's doing that. Or something like that." Ava said, trying to think about what Mona was saying about her costume the other day.

"What about a skeleton and the grim reaper."

"No, but, what if we did Edgar Allan Poe and his raven?"

"No, what about a skeleton and a vampire!"

"No, if we're going to do a couples costume I want us to match more and why do I get the idea that all of your costumes are the sexy kind?" Ava asked looking down at Sara with her eyebrows raised.

Sara gave her a sultry smile and a wink. Ava just rolled her eyes and looked back down at her phone. It wasn't necessarily Ava’s first Halloween with Sara, but it was her first Halloween party. Last year they had just watched Halloween movies and handed out candy to trick-or-treaters and that was Ava's plan for this year as well, but Sara had never needed an excuse to dress up or to party.

"What about a pair of Beanie Babies?" Ava suggested.

"NO!" Sara yelled, rolling over onto her back and onto Ava's feet.

"Okay, Sara just admit it. You want to wear a skin tight costume, so I can try and find something we can agree on," Ava said, fed up with the current argument that was going nowhere.

"I just want to wear a sexy skin tight costume," Sara said, rolling over until she was resting in Ava's lap. "It's Halloween, I just want to have fun, get drunk, and wear a costume that has you staring at me all night."

"Okay fine," Ava said, letting her fingers run threw Sara's hair. "But I would rather wear something fun."

"Okay," Sara agreed.

They went over several options that they have been throwing at each other for the last hour. They had been having this fight all week as they tried to figure out something that they could do together. Now, they were down to the wire as it was October 30th.

"You really want to be a skeleton?" Ava asked.

"Yes," Sara said, smiling up at her.

"Okay, well I guess I could be a ghost, but like one with a white suit and hair."

Sara smiled imagining Ava in a suit with blood. She watched has Sara wiggled in excitement and got up from the bed. She went one grabbed Ava's Time Courier and opened a portal into their bedroom on the Waverider. Ava followed her threw the open portal as Sara opened the second drawer in the cabinet that was built into the wall and pulled out She held up the costume for Ava to see. It was definitely a sexy skin tight costume. It was a three piece skeleton corset, leggings, and black with white rimmed tutu.

Ava just shook her head and smiled. "Okay but now we need to get a costume for me."

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The Halloween party was in full swing. The majority of the lights had been turned off, leaving only red and gray lights. Zari had gotten an actual smoke machine that had flooded the ground. With ghosts and skeletons hung up around the room and a vast array of spider webs crisscrossed the ceiling Zari had gone all out. Ava had already managed to get caught up in one of the spider webs and after a cup of blood punch that was heavily spiked, she was happy to sit for the rest of the party talk with Nora at one of the tables.

"Why a witch?” Ava asked Nora as she set down her yellow and black scarf on the table narrowly avoiding one of the candles set up among the pumpkins.

Nora just shrugged, "I think Ray just wanted an excuse to wear the beard and I couldn't say no."

They both looked over to where Ray was dressed as Dumbledore complete with a long white beard, standing next to the food table and talking with Nate who was dressed as Indiana Jones.

"I suppose I don't have to ask why you chose your costume,” Nora said, referring to the ghost white and gray suit that Ava was wearing along with the skull makeup and splashes of blood and cuts, before looking over to where Sara was dancing with Mona and Charlie, the white skull face makeup and bones of her costume glowed in the dark light. Accenting the low cut corset and short skirt.

"It’s what she wanted."

Nora laughed and Ava rolled her eyes at her friend, looking back at Sara. She caught Ava’s eye and now was purposely dancing seductively until Charlie pulled her aside and they went over can grab another drink.

"We’re not whipped," Ava said looking back at Nora.

"No absolutely not," Nora said with a shake of her head and a frown on her lips, as she quickly took another sip of her drink.

"Yeah, of course not," Ava said shaking your head too fast.

They took one look at each other and burst out into a fit of giggles. They both knew that they were head over heels for their partners.

"Hey, did you finish the book club book?" Ava asked thinking about the Halloweenish, boy wizard book set in England. Mona had been appalled when both of them admitted they had never read it.

"Yes," Nora said reaching over and slapping Ava's arm. "And you should too it's actually pretty good. "

"I know," Ava said frowning at the thought. "I just read the first few pages, but it was just dull and childish and the way his family treats him…"

"It gets better," Nora said. "And you know how disappointed Mona is going to be."

"What's going to disappoint me?" Mona asked appearing at their table out of breath I'm dancing but smiling, complete with cute cat whiskers headband and cat ears.

"The fact that we didn't save you any of Lady Bird Johnson's pecan pie," Nora said, quickly covering and trying her best to not look guilty.

"Oh that's okay," Mona said, waving them off. "Besides I've already had three pieces of pumpkin pie, it's my true favorite."

"I'll have to remember that for Thanksgiving," Ava said with a smile.

Mona squealed and did a whole body wiggle. "I love the holidays! Now come on you have to come dance with me."

She grabbed both Nora and Avas’ arms ignoring their whines and groans of protest as she dragged them onto the dance floor.

Ava barely lasted for fifteen minutes, before she was making up an excuse that she was thirsty and headed for the drinks that were set up on the table in the parlor. It was a bit better lit than the rest of the bridge, although not by much. Ava almost tripped over Charlie who was crouched over on the floor with a broom and dustpan picking up shards of glass. Ava looked over the mess and grabbed a rag to help whipped up the spilled drinks.

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah, Charlie nodded. “It's just those fancy glasses Zari insisted on using. They just shatter the second they hit the floor."

"Are those part of the decorations?" Ava said looking closer to see the outline of bloody footprints leading out of the room.

"Oh bullocks. It must be from Sara, she said she was gonna go get the vacuum."

"I'm going to go check on her."

There was a heavy trail of blood from mostly side or heel footprints and Ava's worry grew as she followed them over to the bathroom across the hall, rather than to the Med-Bay where Sara should have gone. They stopped at the door to the bathroom and she quickly knocked.

"Hey Sara, it's me honey. Can you open the door?"

The door to the bathroom slid open to reveal Sara on the other side of the bathroom. She was sitting on the edge of the tub with one foot resting on her other knee underneath a towel.

"Thank you Gideon,” Sara said.

Ava stepped into the bathroom and followed the blood trail. When she saw the small pool of blood on the towel, she quickly rushed over, kneeling down next to Sara and taking a look at her foot.

"It's not as bad as it looks,” Sara assured her.

Ava wasn't quite so sure. Sara's whole foot was bloody with thousands of tiny pieces of glass shards embedded across the sole of her foot. Sara grabbed a small piece of glass out of her toe with a pair of tweezers and dropped it into a bowl to her left. Ava grabbed the edge of the towel and tried to lightly press it against the blood that gushed from the now open wound.

"We have to go to the Med-Bay,” Ava said looking up at her.

"No," Sara began to protest.

"Sara," Ava said grabbing her hand and gave it a squeeze. "You're bleeding quite profusely and at this rate, it's going to take at least an hour to get all this glass out."

"That was what I advised the Captain to do as well," Gideon sniped at her.

Sara rolled her eyes at both of them.

"I saw that," Gideon said.

"No, I'd rather do it myself, I'll go to the Med-Bay after I get everything out," Sara said taking out another piece of glass.

Ava just shook her head and looked back down at Sara’s foot. She got up and went over to the cabinet, grabbing another towel and bring it over. Sara switched it out with the drenched bloody towel and Ava took it straight to the trash shoot. Ava knew Sara wouldn't listen to anyone's medical advice but her own. Even if it meant withstanding a significant amount of pain and blood loss.

Ava sat down next to Sara and loosely wrapped up her foot in the new towel as carefully as possible, before pulling one arm under her knees and the other behind Sara’s back and picking her up.

"Ava what the... Put me down," Sara protested wiggling in her arms, but Ava just held onto Sara tighter as Gideon open the door for them.

"Sara, it's not going to kill you to just go to the Med-Bay straight away," Ava said, as she walked down the hall.

Sara let out a long drawn out and dramatic sigh but, she stopped wiggling and put one arm around Ava's neck.

"You don't have to carry me, you know, I can hop."

"I know," Ava said with a smile. "But one must always carry their damsel in distress."

Sara laughed at that and leaning up to kiss Ava’s collarbone, since she couldn't quite reach her lips.

When they reached the Med-Bay Ava set Sara down and snapped the bracelet around her wrist. Gideon quickly got to work on Sara's foot, as the robot arms came out and took multiple pieces a glass out at once. The bleeding hadn’t stopped but, Gideon applied a mist over the wounds and it was slowing down. Ava watched as Sara relaxed back into the chair, before lazily looking over at Ava with an easy smile.

"Gideon? Did you drug Sara?"

"Of course, I gave Captain Lance something for the pain as well as a light sedative that I give to all my difficult patients. It should wear off within a few minutes."

Ava couldn't help but laugh, especially when Sara pouted at her so adorably.

"It's not funny," Sara said.

Ava didn't respond, she just leaned in and kissed Sara, reveling in the fact that she quickly smiled against Ava's lips.

Gideon was quick and efficient, as soon as the robot hands disappeared back into the walls Sara sat up and pulled her foot back to inspect it. All the glass and blood were gone leaving only fresh new pink skin.

"Thank you Gideon," Ava said, briefly looking away from Sara and up to the ceiling. "Ah hem?"

Ava nudged Sara who prodded the new skin of her sole. "Yeah, thanks Gid."

"You’re welcome Captain."

"Ready to go back to the party?" Sara asked looking up at her.

Ava’s face betrayed her with a disgruntled look, she leaned down and rested her elbows and upper body on the chair.

"Not a fan of the party?"

"It’s fun, it’s just not really my thing, but I know it’s your thing, so we can go back for a little while longer."

Sara leaned forward and placed a kiss on Ava’s forehead. "It’s okay, I’m kinda partied out too. It’s not as fun as it was when I was 20."

Ava giggled and got back up, she held out her hand. "Want to go home, watch a movie, and hand out candy to all the cute kids."

Sara grabbed her hand and swung her legs around. She stood up and let Ava pull her in for a kiss, that was soft and sweet as they melted into their lips.

"I’m gonna go grab some candy and some wine and I’ll meet you back at the house," Sara said smoothing out the lapel of Ava’s suit.

"After you put on shoes!" Ava insisted.

"Of course."

Sara smiled and kissed Ava again, before untangling herself from Ava’s arms. She walked out the door, but not before she stopped, she held onto the door frame and winked at her. Teasing Ava with a shake of her tutu-clad butt before she disappeared.

Ava let out a breath as the heat rose in her cheeks and programed the Time Courier that was around her wrist. She opened a portal and stepped into the dark living room. She pulled out her phone and used it to turn on the lamp lights and start the fire. She ran upstairs and stripped out of her suit costume, and into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. Ava was relieved to be able to wipe away the heavy makeup and went back downstairs.

After grabbing two wine glasses and pulling up Beetlejuice on the tv, she heard the sound of the portal opening behind her and turned to see Sara walking in. She had traded her corset for a skeleton shit, but kept the tutu and tights, and had also wiped her face clean. Sara held up the bottle of wine and a bowl of candy that she placed on the table in the hall, then flicked on the porch light and walked back over to her. Ava reached out her arms and Sara ran up to her, Ava picked her up with ease as Sara wrapped her legs around her waist.

Sara giggled as Ava sat down on the couch with Sara in her lap and relaxed back into the cushions. Sara leaned forward and poured them each a glass of wine as Ava started the movie. They both settled in as the movie started and Ava couldn’t help but sigh in content.

"This is nice, Thank you," Ava said looking down and Sara. Sometimes she was so overwhelmed by how much she loved this woman. She felt like she was floating on cloud nine when Sara smiled at her.

Which she did, Sara smiled and kissed her lips. "I’m happy anywhere you are."

Ava kissed her again and they settled in to watch the movie. However, the quiet didn’t last long as the doorbell rang.

Sara eagerly jumped up and ran to the door with Ava trailing behind her. She leaned against the wall as she watched Sara open the door and great the kids, giving them each a handful of candy and complemented their costumes. This, a quite domestic holiday with Sara, this was perfect.

#Sara Lance #Ava Sharpe #Avalance #legends of tomorrow #DC's Legends of Tomorrow #otp: I love you ya goober #DC #My Fanfics #my writing #my work #happy halloween #halloween

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nostalthicc · 5 years ago

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send your regards | jeff wittek

mobster!jeff x reader

summary: y/n and jeff both find out some pretty unsettling things about their relationship

warnings: cursing, horribly written, hella mistakes, im just not that happy with it

3k words

y/n didn’t find herself in a relationship very often, so she understood why her friends were so eager to hear about this new guy she had been seeing for about five months. they’ve had to watch y/n come home in the early hours of the morning, new designer items pop into her closet and her mood suddenly shifted from her usual unbothered attitude to a brand new happy woman and hadn’t even heard a peep about who caused all these changes in their friend’s life.

but today was the day, y/n’s small group of friends sat crowded around her bed as she started to tell them about her newfound relationship- if she could even call it that. “we met at sandy’s, the club near the outlet mall. and you know me when i have one, two many drinks. i thought he was gonna kick me out in the morning but ended up making me breakfast and asked for my number.” y/n said, pausing as she noticed the girls were dying to interrupt her story with questions.

“how was it?”

“what does he look like?”

“what’s his name?”

“eggplant and baby carrot?”

“does he have a brother?”

y/n’s eyes widen at the abundance of words thrown her way, she knew they were curious but not this much so. “one, that’s for me to know, court. two, he’s really fucking hot, i’ll show you guys a picture in a second, three his name is jeff wittek-”

before she could go any farther, her older friend, nora blurted out: “What?! Jeff?” y/n gave her a questionable look, urging nora to quiet down and explain her sudden outburst. “y/n, no, you have to end things, you can’t get involved with him.” she said frantically. “h-he’s not a good person.”

“what are you talking about?” y/n asked, her eyebrows furrowed. jeff was one of the kindest people she met whenever they were together, she couldn’t imagine a bad bone in his body. what nora was saying didn’t add up, it seems her friend must have been confused and was talking about the wrong jeff. since the first time she met him he had been nothing but nice to y/n and the people around them and every one of jeff’s friends were also highly kind to her.

“are you stupid, y/n? jeff wittek is the mob boss that haunts this god forsake town. how could you be so clueless and naive?” nora whispered harshly, causing all the girl’s eyes to widen. they’ve never seen nora act this way, she was always chill and down to earth so to see her blowing up as she was, was shocking.

everyone had their attention focused on nora they completely missed the look of horror on y/n’s face. little pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, she knew he was hiding something but y/n never thought it would be of this capacity. the late-night or early morning phone calls, they obnoxious amount of weapons hidden throughout his house, jeff’s constant stance of authority with everyone around him, the bloodied clothing he swore were nose bleeds or bar fights, and the never-ending pit of drugs he had handy at all times. it all made sense now, y/n had dismissed it because she wanted jeff to tell her what his secret was when he was ready but now y/n really regrets her idea. why would he not tell her? how many people has he killed? would he ever hurt her?

“do you know what he does? he kills people, y/n.” she seethed, earning unprovable glares from surrounding customers- not that she cared. nora knew what she had to do and she was willing to do it at any cost. “you better get away before he kills you as he does with all his little whores!”

“nora!”

y/n had heard enough, she swiftly grabbed her coat and purse and made a beeline for the door despite her friend’s calls. frustration was building deep inside her, why had everything gone to shit in a matter of minutes? y/n slammed her hands down on the steering wheel multiple times before resting her forehead against the cool leather. when her mind drifted to jeff a new emotion emerged, fear. she was scared.

y/n knew she needed to confront jeff or it would eat at her alive, she wants to hear the words come from his own two lips before she made any rash decisions. meanwhile, nora had escaped the mob of anger girls and was standing behind the cafe with a burner phone pressed to her ear and a cigarette between her lips.

“hello?” a gruff, agitated voice answer on the other line.

“do i just have the funniest story for you?” she was met with silence from the man. rolling her eyes she continued. “you assigned me to keep on an eye on y/n after you two called it quits but you’ll never guess who’s bed she crawled into...wittek.”

the sound of glass shattering course through the speakers, he was angry, very angry. “jeff wittek?! you had one fucking, nora! one job, how did you manage to fuck it up?”

“it’s not my fault.” nora defended herself, she was not threatened but the anger pouring through the phone and she was not going to be blamed for something she didn’t do. “i was finding out right along with her dumbass friends, apparently y/n’s not one to openly talk about relationships because it’s been going on for three months but guessing from her reaction when she found out, i don’t think it’ll last much longer.”

“if something happens to her because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, so be it, i will put a bullet in your head.”

nora chuckled, blowing out a puff of smoke. “don’t joke around like that i might get excited.”

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todd met y/n at the front door of jeff’s overly large house, he offered y/n a genuine smile but it quickly fell when she didn’t return the gesture and kept her eyes trained on the floor. “hey, are you okay?” he asked, reaching to rest a comforting hand on her shoulder but y/n hopped back before he could come into contact with her. todd took her weird demeanor and silence as a sign to go get jeff, he can always cheer her up.

y/n was terrified to even be in this house, so many awful things must have gone down on this very floor, so much blood. y/n wanted to vomit at the thought. nora’s words continued to fill her brain, how could she have been so clueless? why did she ignore every sign of danger? y/n shook her shook, trying frantically to think of what to say when she heard the footsteps approaching. jeff walked into the entryway with a pair of tan cargo shorts loosely hanging on his hips. he was beautiful, his dark hair and tanned skin, his eyes, his lips, her eyes wandered down to his toned abs. on any other day, y/n would be quick to pounce on the man, she was still urged to greet him with a kiss even after the newfound news.

“s-stop. stay there.” y/n tried her best not to stutter but nothing could have prepared her for this moment, she wished she would have stayed in the car and driven home but her brain never worked when she wanted it to. y/n held her hand up when jeff ignored her wish, taking a few steps back. “please, jeff.”

“baby, what’s wrong? toddy said you seemed upset.” jeff whispered softly, in hopes of not pushing y/n farther over the edge.

“why didn’t you tell me?” a sob fell through the girl’s lips, a sound jeff swore he never wanted to hear as long as he lived. his mind raked with confusion until he noticed the look hidden in her eyes, his girl was scared of him, practically shaking with fear. how had he let this happen? how did she even find out?

jeff took a slow stride towards her, putting his hands up in defense. “baby, listen to me-”

“stop! don’t lie to me again, i don’t want to hear any more lies! i want the truth jeff!” y/n shouted, her body simultaneously stood a little taller on her toes until she remembers who she was talking to. y/n went into a frenzy apologizing to jeff, while still keeping her distance but he kept coming closer and she knew this was most likely the end for her. “i’m sorry, i’m so sorry, i-i- please don’t hurt me.”

jeff froze as he watched y/n break down in front of him, he watched in silence as his nightmares came true. “no, no baby.” he reached a hand out to her cheek, whipping away the tears as new ones took their place. “please don’t say that. i couldn’t even imagine laying a finger on your precious body if it wasn’t to worship every inch. i would never hurt you, ever. okay, y/n, do you hear me? now, tell me who told you.”

y/n sniffled, taking deep breaths at their close proximity. “nora did. she said y-you’d kill me once you were done with me.” her limbs felt numb and hollow, this was all too much. jeff cursed under his breath, looking down as he tried to make any type of connection but he had y/n pretty well hidden.

“i would never hurt you, i could never hurt you. please, please stop saying that, you’re breaking my heart over here,” he said.

“but you hurt other people.” she whispered, a lump forming in her throat. “how many people have you killed? how many people's lives have you claimed? what’s to stop you from doing the same to me?” y/n rambled on, asking so many questions, too many questions, pumping more worry into her head.

“because i love you, goddammit.” jeff shouted, running his fingers through his hair, he watched in horror as y/n flinched away from him, snapping her eyes shut tight, awaiting the blow. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i just wish you’d listen to me. i love you, i really do. i wanted to make you my queen, we would lead together. i promise i was going to tell you.”

y/n shook her head. “whatever made you think i’d want to do that?” before jeff could answer she raised her hand to stop him, y/n had heard enough. “i-i need time, this is all too much.” she stood up slowly and started backing away from the man towards the front door, y/n wanted to bolt away but she didn’t know how he would react to that. by the time y/n made it to the door, she looked back a jeff to see todd’s hands on his chest. her heart broke but if he truly did love her jeff would let her think things through.

“my dear y/n, i knew i’d be hearing from you soon enough.”

for the few days y/n had been with ricky she started to remember why she broke things off with him in the first place. he was obsessive, power-hungry, an asshole and he wasn’t him. ricky wasn’t jeff and as much as y/n wanted to deny it, she missed him greatly. maybe she was realizing she loves him but her mind couldn’t shake the thought of who jeff really was and how he had lied to her for so long.

“god, y/n, i told you no one could treat you better than i can and you went ahead and got involved with a fucking psychopath.” ricky ranted, lighting another cigarette before turning to y/n, eyeing her carefully. y/n knew what he was waiting for and that’s exactly why she bit her tongue. ricky wanted y/n to defend jeff so he could spit a thousand more reasons why jeff is a horrible person and she was stupid for leaving him in the first place but she was not giving him the satisfaction. y/n was starting to realize calling ricky in the first place was a mistake, he clearly had gotten worse since she left; he took her phone, won't let her leave the house, monitors all her meals, and even controls what she wears. ricky was sick.

“my sweet doll, you naive, pathetic precious being,” ricky brushed his fingers across y/n’s chin, scowling as she pulls away from his touch. he was right where he wanted to be, he not only had y/n in his clutches but he had something he could use to bring jeff down. “how do you think i know so much about wittek?” he asked bitterly, the name burning his tongue as he spoke.

y/n's eyes widen in realization. “because you're just like him.” y/n spoke, defeat clear in her voice. while running from one leader she ran straight into the arms of another mobster, she now more than ever she could be back at home cuddled up with jeff on the couch not stuck in a prison with her crazy ex-boyfriend.

“no!” he shouted, slamming his fist on the wall. “i am nothing like him, i’m so much better. jeff wittek wishes he could be like me, lead like me, own what i have.” his eyes cast down to y/n’s frightened face, a wicked smile gracing his features. this wasn’t the same ricky y/n used to know, he changed, became a violent version of himself. before he had always been obsessive and controlling but never once had he been violent towards y/n or anyone for a matter of fact.

“you’re sick, ricky!” he would have thought she knew to keep her mouth shut but y/n was never one to bite her tongue. it infuriated ricky that she didn’t fear him the way she feared jeff, when y/n first called him to pick her up her voice was trembling with fear. why wasn’t she scared of him too? he was just as horrible as jeff, so he thought. ricky grabbed y/n’s arm, dragging her to the living room towards the stairs when a voice halted all movement in the room.

“it’s taking everything in me to not rip your throat out with my teeth.” jeff smirked at the ricky while basking in his frightened appearance. when he finally found out where y/n was, he went out of his mind, doing everything he could to formulate a plan to get her back or away from that psycho. it was supposed to go down two days from now but when jeff got a text from nora he knew he couldn’t wait any longer to retrieve his girl.

ricky’s mouth opened and closed, he became a stuttering mess as he tried to form words. “h-how? what are you doing here?” he asked, his grip tightening. sure, he was scared shitless- he’d never actually seen or been face to face with jeff fucking wittek -but he wasn’t going to back down just yet, everyone had a weakness and ricky seemed to have found jeff’s.

a chuckle could be heard from the mob boss. “newbie’s, man.” he mumbled, turning to todd who had a fancy-looking gun pointed at the rookie. “they’re always so naive.”

nora made her appearance next to ricky, shoving a needle in his neck before he could react. he slipped to the floor, the hand constricting y/n falling swiftly to the ground with the rest of his limp body. she yelped, jumping away from nora and ricky’s body. y/n was sure everyone in the room could hear her heartbeat rumbling in her chest, all eyes were on her and all y/n could do was stare blankly at them.

“y/n, come on.” nora coaxed the girl over to her side with a warm smile and a desperate expression, jeff narrowed his eyes as he watched the scene unfold. he knew nora wasn’t completely loyal to him or the mob but he didn’t think she would try and take y/n away from him after all he’s done for her.

“no, y/n come to me!” jeff countered, earning a highly confused look from the girl. jeff sucked in a sharp breath when nora lost her patience and wrapped her arm around y/n, moving her into a chokehold and pointed a gun to her head. both of the guys pointed their guns at the hostage and her capture, nora had officially crossed the line of his mercy and she would not be leaving this building alive. but before jeff or todd could do anything y/n nailed nora in the stomach, grabbed her arm and pulled it back causing her to drop the gun she held onto right into y/n’s awaiting hand. not a second later she hit nora in the head with the butt of the gun, knocking her out cold.

“god, she was annoying.” y/n muttered, dragging her hand along her throat. when she finally turned to face the boys with a smirk matching their confused and perplexed expressions. “i can tell by the look on your face, you knew, didn’t you.”

“i prayed it wasn’t true. ignored it because i loved you, y/n.” jeff said, balling his fist at his side. even aiming a gun at his girlfriend felt foreign, it felt wrong, like he was betraying her and himself at the same time. “after your performance i didn’t believe the rumors but i guess that was a lapse in my judgment, huh?”

y/n internally flinched at the jeff’s use of ‘loved’, she wished the could have met in another light, where they were free to fall in love and be normal- rather than stuck in the life of mobs and mafias. “loved? god, jeff, you both were my targets but somehow i’m gonna get on this helicopter only eliminating one.” she explained painfully, her life with the boy she cares for so much a mere spec now, the life she built was years gone with the simple wave of a hand. “i-i love you too and i won’t kill you, not now at least, baby. i’ll send your regards to my father.”

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sins of my youth. 001

Billy Hargrove x OC! Evie Fenny~ Also posted to my AO3

Summary: It was common knowledge that Billy Hargrove hated Hawkins. Hated Cherry Lane. Even loathed the strange girl next door. Evie Fenny wasn’t too fond of the chaotic Cali transfer either. An awful high school tradition sparks a chain of events that changes everything, ultimately bringing two frayed souls together.

A/N: Hey!!! I'm definitely not giving up on LFTM, I've had this story whirling around my brain and it's been pulling at me for a while. Hoping I can slow down, care for myself, and juggle both fics at my own pace. Thank you guys for reading and for being so supportive. I hope everyone who enjoyed WTL also enjoys this fic, it's a totally different direction. I'm excited to share it! I'll tag warning in each chp like I always too. TW: Light bullying, hints at an inappropriate relationship between a teacher/student, and teenage jerks.

Chapter 1: Fast Times

A blaring bell trilled. Lunch time. So close and yet so far. Scrambling high schoolers like zoo animals clamored into the cafeteria. Knocking shoulders and bouncing around. No one really cared about knowledge today, the last day of school before winter break began.

1984. Coming to a close.

��Evie!” A hand rose to wave. One pink scrunchie around the elegant wrist. Heather Holloway. Cute as a button smiling there. Hands pulled headphones down to acknowledge her. Evangeline Fenny. Best friends since the sandbox and now seniors. “This stupid day is dragging.”

“It’s killing me.” Evie whined to herself, settling her beat up lunchbox on the table. Red and blue pattern, scribbled all over with song lyrics in black marker. “Mrs. Stockard fell asleep at her desk, I wanted to die.”

“She snores so loudly.” Heather sparkled when she laughed, sweeping her hair back into a high ponytail with her scrunchie. Evie held a mirror up for her to see out of habit. “Thanks.” It was particularly louder than usual. Teens pregaming the parties to come over the two week vacation.

“Going skiing with the folks this year?”

“No, they’re going up to the cabin and I’m staying home after Christmas.” Heather unpacked her lunch, carefully organizing it. Evie pulled a regular PB and J out, amused.

“Sushi?”

“My mom’s going through a phase.” Heather poured herself a bit of soy sauce and plucked up chopsticks.

“Your rich is showing, Heath.” Evie giggled when a foot kicked at her under the table.

“Trade you a piece for half the pear.”

“Deal.” They switched. Evie tucked some unruly dark curls aside, sitting back.

“So...there is a party tonight. Loch Nora. Bunch of schools.”

“Which ones?” Evie’s brow rose.

“Ridgemont will probably crash, but who cares. It’s winter break, we’ll go and have some fun then crash at my place. Eat chips, make fun of them, and pass out like we always do.” Heather bounced a little. “C’mon, Evie. I’ll pick you up and we can walk from my house.”

“I’ll think about it.” That meant yes to Heather. She grinned, reaching across to pat her friend’s arm playfully.

“It’ll be fun.”

Evie just whined and crunched on her pear, brows scrunching. Parties weren’t the same since the incident. But, she picked the popular, social butterfly for her closest friend.

The two couldn’t have been any more different.

Heather Holloway. Rich girl from Loch Nora befriending Evangeline Fenny, a Cherry Lane girl, in preschool. They switched beaded hair ties and the rest was history. Bonded over music and fashion. Heather was classically stunning as if she jumped off a magazine.

Students used to make snide comments. That Heather kept Evie around because she made her look prettier. Sweet Heather shut that down. Loudly. Whenever the subject came up. Evie Fenny was a bigger girl. Plush. Fat. It wasn’t a dirty word. She was a strange and pretty teen who carried herself too high to be bothered with comments.

Water off a duck’s back was the saying.

Used to be she hid herself under big sweaters, tunics, and flared jeans. But, that was before the incident. Afterward, she came to school with a new haircut. Louder makeup. Even louder, fitted clothing. Flaunted the hourglass and caught eyes on her hips swaying. Sat next to Heather at lunch as if nothing had changed. Red glossed lips only smiled and the student body took to her. Those who stayed angry burned alone.

Thick skin, no pun intended.

“If that asshole Tannen shows up, I’m dipping.” Evie decided with one breath.

“I’d say that I’ll protect you, but you made your point last year.”

Ah, the incident.

“I’m never going to live that down.”

“It was legendary.” Heather beamed, crushing her fist into her opposite palm. “Bam. Prick went down. My friend is Wonder Woman. Super Bitch.”

Evie broke to laugh, eyes rolling.

“Truthfully, I don’t recall it all.”

That was a lie, she remembered every second of it. Sometimes her knuckles warmed at the thought.

“I just...didn’t think you had moves like that. Your mom is basically Dolly Parton. You don’t even like violence. You squirm during horror flicks. You love your cat, your guitar, and all plant life...and you beat the hell out of Ridgemont’s golden boy asshole quarterback.”

It did earn Evie some Hawkins’ fame. Ridgemont was their main rival. The Bulldogs. Football players found a soft spot for the teen.

“Don’t tell my mom she’s Dolly Parton, that’ll go straight to her head.” Evie joked, popping her water bottle open to drink. Heather’s big eyes lifted behind her.

A flood of cologne wafted before two fingers tugged a curl. Little harder than they should have. Water choked to spill onto Evie’s chest.

“Whoops, you got all wet, Fenny.” A tongue clicked. Billy Hargrove slid around the table. All his glory. Heather plucked up a napkin to offer it.

“Watch it, Hargrove.” She huffed down at herself. The yellow tee tucked into her jeans was soaked through.

“Girls can’t help it around me, I guess.” He had one hand in his pockets and another cradling his silver lighter. Flicking it open and closed. Eyes narrowed. “Polka dots, huh. I had you figured for florals.”

“You’re an asshole.” She covered her damp shirt and bra with her striped cardigan. Thick fall colors warmed her skin. Noted the fact that he'd thought about it.

“Whatever you say, Ivy.”

Billy knew her name. They were neighbors. Unfortunately. Right down to sharing the same space between their bedroom windows. She’d had dinner at their house. Susan Hargrove was new and eager to make some friends and Ms. Fenny was eager to be friends with everyone. Perfect match.

Evie glared up at him. Fucking Adonis.

“Heather, you going tonight?” He ignored his neighbor and leaned over with one palm on the table, back to Evie as he sat down to flash that darling smile.

“Maybe.” Heather gestured with her chopsticks.

“I can work with maybe.” He acted like the girl behind him wasn’t there. Frankly, Evie was used to being invisible. It was better than being bullied. Most days. “Maybe I’ll see you there.”

“Maybe you apologize to my friend and say her name right.” Heather winked at him.

“Who?” Billy stood and turned, mocked some surprise. “Oh. Evangeline. So quiet, I forgot you, chica.”

She wasn’t sure if that was a jab at her mixed heritage or him just being a smartass. Billy rolled her name off his tongue like it was a joke. Like it wasn’t a real word. Blue eyes alight at her stony expression. Sly and alert.

The California transfer vibrated after leaving the basketball team before the season ended. Word was that he was persuaded to leave after some fight with Steve Harrington. Billy was a strange one too.

Often, he seemed lax when he was alone like the world didn’t matter. Other days, he was rocking and quick on his feet. Hungry and itching for something. Anything. It was a scary look on such a pretty boy. You could never gauge where his mind was. Where it would go next.

“Evangeline.” He sounded out again even slower. “Your mom lose a bet?”

“It’s a poem.” She replied flatly, sitting back to cock her head at him. Billy snapped his fingers to point.

“Sounds like the name of some chick whose man died in her arms.”

She huffed at him, leaning in.

“...That would be what the poem is about.”

“Fucking depressing.” Billy tapped his chin. “I got it. I’m going to call you, Angel. I won’t forget that.”

“You are not calling me-”

“Trying to compromise with you, Fenny. You cast the first stone.” Billy flicked his eyes to Heather. “Bring your friend with you to the party, Heather. Some guys like angel cake.” He winked and slunk off to his band of merry assholes. This school worshiped him. Kissed the ground he walked on since he started in fall.

“What a fucking slimeball.” Evie grumbled to herself, stuffing trash aside to ball it up. Thought about tossing it at Billy's big head. Heather gave this conflicted look as if to say, but he’s cute, right?

“Ignore him.”

“Bad enough his family moved in next to me.” They packed up their lunches. “God, I want a smoke so bad.”

She didn’t keep the habit up just to save her singing voice. Her mom picked up cigarettes only after the divorce last year. Smoked out her window and hid it, but Evie knew. No judgment there. Better than other habits moms pick up after divorces.

“I’ll pick you up at seven tonight?” Heather walked out with her after the bell rang.

“Yeah, I’ll see you in fifth.” Evie turned to go to her locker and stuffed the lunchbox away. Grabbed a book to hurry to class. History. Three more periods left. Students fidgeted around her.

“Hey, Evie.” Steve Harrington batted his eyes at her. Friendly enough these days after he left the popular cliche and broke up with Nancy Wheeler. Sometimes having your heart stopped on made you nicer. Not always. “You, ah, do the paper?”

“All six pages.” Evie set it on her desk. “You?”

“I made an attempt.” It was strange because Steve never gave her the time of day before this year. Maybe the guy was lonely. He tapped his pencil and the chatter quieted when their teacher walked in. Late as always.

“Class, pass your papers to the front.”

“Hopefully they don’t come back with red wine stains.” Robin mumbled behind her, one leg crossed up so she could draw on the rubber side of her sneakers. Evie caught a snort, taking the papers to pass them along. “I like the jacket.”

“Thanks. New haircut?”

“My own dad didn’t notice.” Robin beamed.

“Psst, Evie.” A note flicked on her desk. Tammy Thompson. Pretty girl, kind of shy. “To Steve.”

Evie considered herself a professional middle man for lovesick note passing. Discreetly, she gave it to Steve, head cocking. He furrowed his brow upon seeing it, but wrote back.

Whatever the reply, it made Tammy’s shoulders fall.

AP Biology was next. Teacher treated it like his kingdom and didn’t pose much of a challenge because he was disorganized as hell. Evie was relieved to share the class with Heather.

Billy, Tommy, and Carol also had it too. Hargrove bitched for a week about how the other science classes had no openings. Strange because he wasn’t an idiot. Still got his work in and maintained a B average. Probably due to his dad. Neil Hargrove seemed like a real hardass. And all of Cherry Lane had heard him and Billy arguing at some point.

Evie might have also witnessed some more physical spats through the windows.

She figured it was why Billy hated her. She knew something about him. Something he hid because it made him feel smaller. He caught her eyes once and barked nastily before taking off in his Camaro. A gust of smoke.

She never brought it up.

Dads could be real assholes.

“Watch the movie. Fill out the worksheet.” Their teacher was as ready for this day to be over as the students were. Lights went down. Yawns followed. Evie propped her elbow up on the high lab table she shared with Heather, doodling new lyrics between answering questions.

A crumpled paper hit her hair. Stuck into brown curls. Heather turned back to glare at Tommy shrugging with a sleazy grin.

He was no artist. Evie smoothed it for a wide, big lipped and breasted caricature of herself. She drew on it and scribbled a note back. Smiling sweeter when she flicked it at his chest. Carol and Billy leaned in on either side to see Tommy’s expression sour because Evie gave him nothing.

“You got my hair all wrong.” She’d written. Fixing it for him.

Billy snorted and turned back to defacing his textbook.

“Bitch.” Tommy muttered to himself, tossing it away. Evie finished her sheet, dug for her compact to reapply a lip color. Caught Billy behind her. Intent on whatever vulgar drawing his mind was concocting. Blue eyes flicked like he’d been aware of her this entire time.

The mirror snapped shut.

** ** **

Study hall. Last period of the day. Most kids who had it were skipping out early during the hour. Slipping away one by one through the library. Evie was one of those kids.

“Leaving so soon, Miss Fenny?” The smooth as silk voice lowered, startled her enough to drop her notebooks and folders.

“Fr...Mr. Bowers.” Evie dropped before her English teacher standing so close to her. Second period. Been in Hawkins three years teaching the junior and senior classes. Fredrick Bowers. Dream of a man to all the teen girls. “Sorry.” She bit her bottom lip, eyes lifting to see him and his shadow blocking the light from touching her.

“No, I’m sorry, Evie. I figured you’d heard me coming.” Sky blue eyes centered on Evie there before he came to one knee. Helped her gather lose papers strewn about.

Mr. Bowers had a name and face all the teen girls drew little hearts around in pink gel pen.

Evie thought she saw those same cartoon hearts bubbling up behind his back. Popping like gum. Styled toffee blond locks, trimmed mustache, and groomed side burns. A simple patterned shirt tucked into fitted slacks with the sleeves rolled up. Never a tie. Something groovy about him that stuck from the seventies. Mid thirties and hell of a smile.

Evie tucked hair aside, displayed her blush in full view obscenely when he flashed those sparkly whites at her. Eyes crinkling.

“I’ll warn you next time.”

Her heart plucked like a song when their fingers brushed. Dashing and broad. A Jane Austen character come to life. Enough to make any young girl melt. And how quickly she did.

“Next time.” Evie gave this scoff. Pulling her notes close as they both came to their feet with hard intent eyes.

"I wanted to give you something. A book to read over the break." He pulled it from his leather messenger bag and peered around.

"An assignment?" Evie sparkled at him so he was lighter.

"No, it's just because I believe you're so clever and mature. I think you'll read it with an open mind and we can talk about it like we talked about all the others. It's complicated material. I, ah, really shouldn't be giving you this book." He offered it. "But, there were quite a few I wasn't allowed to give you. After that chat we had over The Crucible. I'm just so fascinated by what you think."

"Lolita. I know what happens in this one." Evie peered at the battered title. Rough paper between her fingers, it was clearly an old copy. She peered at his chest instead of his eyes. "We-"

"Don't you miss talking? You know. Last year. Someone who knows what you're going through. I want all my students to be comfortable around me."

"I am comfortable, we..." Evie glanced as someone passed far down the hallway.

Bowers helped her after her dad left. A shoulder. A confidant. A crush that... She felt her heart close in on itself.

"I thought you said we couldn't anymore."

"I miss you." He whispered that. Lush and blunt. She barely heard it. Eyes snapped up.

Someone missed her. Someone wanted to listen. Someone who saw her depth.

His wife left him before he came to Hawkins. Evie learned a great deal about her too.

"I won't tell, I never do." She hid it away into her bag, matched his tone. "We can...talk. Not here."

"Good." He swallowed. "I just think you blossom under guidance and support. I always knew you were one of those girls."

Evie blushed again. Eyes on her shoes.

“I wanted to say I was impressed with your paper as well. As always.” Fredrick gave her arm a pat and left his hand there. Fingers pressed into the knit fabric of her cardigan. His lip twitched.

“Good. That’s…I’m glad.” Evie’s eyes flickered over stormy blue ones, swaying. Lashes gave a dreamy bat. “I was thinking, ah, about you when I wrote it.”

“Really, you should speak up in class more.” Fredrick gave her one subtle squeeze and dropped his hand. “All those funny poems you shared last year.”

“My songs.” Evie corrected softer and he only smiled to nod.

“Right.” An idle step backwards before he leaned over her. A great deal taller. The shadow crept over her eyes this time. “You have a Merry Christmas, dear. And speak up again in class, Evie. You know I love to hear from you.”

A sensation like a fizzling sparkler glowed in her belly. Out her spine. Spread over skin.

“I know.” She giggled at him, peering around. “Merry Christmas, Mr. B. We'll talk.”

“Small town, I’m sure I’ll see you out and about.” A wink and he was gliding off. Shoulders back and chest perched high.

“You might.” Evie swooned against her locker. Watched him go. Gasped a breath into her lungs. Swept all the clouds aside to fill her backpack with work. He made her feel so special, like no one ever could.

“Anyone...” She sang to herself, “who knows what love is...” Fingers plucked up a final book. Evie hummed and thought of small cartoon blue birds spinning around her head as she went into the restroom. Washed her hands and lingered to see her reflection.

Evie was in a strange place. In and out of her skin. Torn between love and hate for her body.

Usually, it just took a brave face. Her dad always used to tilt her chin and tell her to put on her bravest face before leaving home.

She hoped the one she chose was convincing.

Her mom would always spin her favorite Bible or Dolly Parton quotes. Which helped on occasion even if she wasn’t sure which source the words came from half the time.

A sigh. This was her flesh. She’d live in it as best she could. Dreamed herself into something better.

Footsteps hurried down the hallway until the door shoved open. Humming cut.

“Hargrove!” She gasped, dropping her messenger bag. “Billy, you can’t be in here!”

“God damn it, Fenny. You again?” Billy skidded to hush her. Pressed them back into the wall. The heat of his body engulfed her frame, standing a good few inches taller. “Do me a fucking solid. Hide this for me.”

Billy had no sense of boundaries because he was stuffing a baggie into her front jean pocket.

“What are you doing?” She seethed at him, smacking his arms off her to put some distance. “Get off me!”

“Don’t say a word. Got it?” Billy lifted a finger with an intent look. Smelled of leather and his heavy cologne. Hairspray too. It all overshadowed the cigarette scent. He smoothed his tee out and turned to see the door. Scrambling like a spider, Billy jumped up on the toilet, threw his messenger bag outside, and pulled himself up. Wiggled his way out.

Evie heard a thud and groan.

“What the fuck?” She whispered, more so to herself as he disappeared. Hands pulled what was clearly concealed weed bundled up several times and bagged from her pocket. “Shit.” More footsteps before the door burst as she shoved it away.

“You see that Hard-grove kid?” A thick accent asked. Security guy. Useless.

“Uh!” Evie pulled her bag up. “Who?...This is the ladies room! Can’t a girl have a moment here?”

“Sorry!” He cringed away before she jumped into mushy period talk. It always worked.

Evie rolled her eyes and marched out to find Billy. Casual as can be, he tossed his bag into the trunk of his car and stilled to light a cigarette. Grumbling, steps hurried up the hill.

“Asshole!” She tossed the weed at his chest, made him catch it awkwardly and stuff it into the trunk with a hiss.

“Keep a lid on it, will you?” He slammed it shut. No one was around to see them.

“Don’t do that shit again.” She pushed into him to go, Billy’s big hand wrapped around her wrist. Tugged her square into his chest. An unkind grin swept.

“I had you figured, didn’t I? You didn’t say anything.” Billy blew smoke into the air, plucked the cigarette out to flick it with his free hand.

“Let go.” Evie huffed. “I would have been in deep shit too for that.” She wiggled and pushed at his chest.

Billy flicked his bright eyes over hers. So brown they looked black in winter. He never noticed that she had a dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks like he did. Pale for a girl with darker features. Indiana falls and winters must have taken the color right out of her. Looked like a lot of the mixed gals he knew back home.

Big curls. Soft and curvy.

Angry at him over something he did.

There's no place like home, he figured.

“You’re so weak.” Billy laughed at her. Took another drag. “They told me you freaked out on a guy last year.”

“You want to be next?” She twisted away from him and turned. It wasn’t a real threat. He’s seen her tend to plants like they were humans. Feed neighborhood cats and nurse her own. Old black cat with not long left. Little fucker was always creeping him out from her bedroom window. Constantly staring with huge green eyes like it knew something Billy didn’t.

“Babysit your own weed.”

“You walking home?” Billy was relentless, voice lifting.

Evie huffed and turned.

“What, are you going to say I probably need the exercise? My bike chain broke.”

“Christ, I was gonna offer a ride. Figured I owed you for saving my damn weed and my break. Not like it's out of the way.” Billy turned to open the passenger door. “Quit being a drag and get in. I don’t bite hard...unless asked.”

“You’re such a creep.” She eyed him there. Wondered how he stayed warm in a tee, jeans, and leather jacket. “Not waiting for Max?” He gave this annoyed look.

“She’s going out with her stupid friends, not my problem today.” Billy got in, gesturing. “At least close the door if you’re not coming. I went through the effort to open it for you.”

“What a gentleman.” Sarcasm.

Evie came back toward his car and debated it. Smelled like it might rain with the sky turning grey. And she really didn’t want to walk in these shoes. Rationalizing it, she slipped inside and shut the door. Settled her bag in her lap. Even buckled up. Billy revved the engine and skidded to speed out without a second glance.

“You going to the party with Heather?”

Evie peered at him watching the road with this hard look on his face. Ghosted a smile. Bingo.

“You’re being nice to me to get to Heather, huh. You know you’re not the first guy to pull this. Could have just asked me about her.”

Crystalline eyes flared up at her face.

“What? Dorky chicks like you turn me on, too.” He replied rougher, not bothering to watch the road.

“Wow. Spread it on thick, Hargrove.” She turned from him.

“I always do.” He hit a hard corner. Christ, he drives fast. “I got a shot?”

“She thinks you’re cute.” Evie shrugged. Far too used to this. Eyes slid to his profile. Wild curls still golden on grey days. The boy glowed. It was absolutely insufferable. Leaves whirled by, brown and dead. A smile crossed her face. “Listen. Since you’re saving me a walk. I’ll help you.”

“Help me? I don’t need your help, I just wondered if she was gonna show.” He scoffed, turning on Cherry Lane.

“You want to know what Heather likes. It’ll help you.” She crossed her arms, nearly flying forward when he screeched to a stop in front of his house. Billy shot her a look, filled with pride. “You got a pen and paper, bud?”

He snatched her bag, tore a page from her notebook and dug into his glove box for a pen.

Ass. She hugged it back to her chest.

"Talk."

“Okay.” A breath. “The thing about Heather is she’s a romantic. Jane Austin girl. Pride and Prejudice. If you can quote that just once like Mr. Darcy, she’s yours... Well? Are you writing?”

Billy did a double take and huffed, grumbling. He actually marked it down.

“Mr. Who?”

“Your life amazes me.” She chuckled. “Darcy.”

“Got it. Darcy. I’ll ask Susan about that shit, she’s a reader.” He muttered, tongue sweeping out before he scribbled.

“And she loves museums. First date ideas. Milkshakes. Cheese fries with jalapenos. Cheeseburger gal. Chinese from that corner joint. Always spicy. Easy picks.”

“A girl after my own burning heart.” Billy felt her peer at him again. Lips lifting with this expression he couldn’t read. Blinked her big eyes and went on.

“Definitely loves to snuggle in with something scary even though they freak her out. Must be a curiosity thing.”

“Any excuse to get close to someone, I like it. This is gold, Angel, go on.”

“You know, I think that’s all I got for you.” Evie turned to get out, sighing. That was just a little evil. “Billy.”

“What?” He shut his door and turned from her.

“Thanks for the ride.” She moved to go toward her house. “Knock ‘em dead.”

Billy didn’t reply. Just watched her go into her house before he dug for another smoke.

“Mom?” Evie called. “I’m home.”

“I’m in my room, sweetheart!”

Ramona Fenny was a spirited woman, went by Mona to the neighborhood. A girl of the 60s. Built like Dolly Parton with a pumped hairstyle to match in sleek dark brown, almost black. She worshiped the woman. Looked like she could have modeled atop a cake.

A church going girl who used prayer to get her through the divorce. Never pushed it on others, not even Evie. Too busy pushing other things. Like the free days she lost having her daughter young. She liked what worked in life and this worked for her. Liked the pretty side to things.

Mona was a sunny side up sort of mother.

Best friends with Claudia Henderson as they both went through divorces which was not in God’s plan. Evie liked Dustin, she babysat him on occasion and he was a good kid. Bullied like her.

Mona owned the favored hair salon in town. Worked long hours with a team of women and ran a tight ship. Did hair for all the social elites so she knew everyone and all the hot gossip. And did she love that detail the most. Evie helped out with reception during vacation time. Liked the extra cash.

“I was going to go to Heather’s later, there’s a party.”

“Oh, have fun, baby.” She pushed her kid to go out. To live. To be smart. Never asked her to call. Not out of trust for Evie, she couldn’t be bothered. Never imagined her daughter would be up to mischief.

If only she knew.

Sometimes, Mona keyed in when it suited her. Understood when Evie’s likes and dislikes changed. When she asked to not go to church anymore because it didn’t help her after her dad walked out. Ramona was understanding as long as you didn’t bring up things like depression and anger. There always had to be a way out. Turn the other cheek.

Evie knew her mother always thought the best.

“Great.” Evie crossed to steal the hair brush, helped her mother out with the teasing. Dyed rich and dark locks that used to be a mousy brown. Dark eyes like her daughter. Evie didn’t look like her father with his brighter features. Her lush hair and russet eyes. Thick brows. “You going out? All dressed up...”

“Just into town, couple of errands.”

That was something that changed a week after her dad moved out. Mona’s style revamp. She was a woman of the sixties and seventies and that came back full force. Styled and pumped up like she was walking out of a Nancy Sinatra music video. Men around town noticed it and the woman certainly speculated.

But, her daughter had a style change too after the incident so it must have run in the family.

“Better?” Evie eyed the glittery rings sitting in a ceramic dish. They looked like gumballs there.

“Touch of hairspray and I’ll be right as rain.” Pink manicured nails came up with the can. “Take cover, baby.”

“Got it.” Evie disappeared in a waft of spray. Stole an ice cube from the freezer to crunch it out of this habit she picked up when dad was gone. Cool and melty between her fingers before she swallowed it down. Felt the bulge tense all down her throat. Another followed. Teeth straining to crack it like glass. The chunks went down a little less smooth as she looked for real food and shut the fridge instead.

Evie went into the bedroom to see her old cat on the pillow. His head lifted. Skinny and balding. Blind in one eye.

“How’re we doing, my handsome boy?” Evie dropped her bag and crossed to pet him. Purrs erupted, whiskers twitching. “Bourbon, my darling.”

A scratch of a meow rasped.

“Yes, I love you too. I’d kiss you if my lips weren’t done up.” She smacked her lips and stood. “Outfit.” Clothing pushed around. Her room was a small, intimate space. Few pictures and purple curtains. Desks covered in song lyrics, trinkets, and needle felting projects.

Evie held up garments to the cat, but he was no help. Just purred there like a motor boat. Settled on a black top with some sparkle and a magenta wash denim jacket. Jewelry was a must, she preferred earrings that were huge acrylic hearts. Bourbon had gotten into the window to watch the window across the way.

Billy wandering shirtless and damp. Muscles red and bulging like he’d done a quick work out

“Yeah, not today, my sweet.” Evie plucked the cat from the window and reached to close the blinds. Billy caught her. Winked and licked his lips slower. She made a face at him. Utterly loathing and not impressed at his peacock way of navigation. “Ew."

The blinds snapped down, leaving Billy to laugh there. Evie carried her purring cat out, chiding.

"Don’t make his head any bigger than it already is.”

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artificialqueens · 4 years ago

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Duality, Prologue (Crygi) - Metaluna

Fic summary:

Being 115 years old was something Gigi never planned on, let alone a 115 year old vampire. After nearly a century, she finally begins to settle down, never so content in her undead life. What happens when a group of mysterious strangers arrive into town and threaten everything Gigi has worked so hard for?

A/N: Hey, lovelies! If you follow my Tumblr, you would know that this fic is living in my mind rent free. A HUGE thank you go Juno for brainstorming with me, beta reading, and being so encouraging.

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“Georgiana! Eleanor! Are you ready yet?” their mother called from downstairs.

“Just a moment, Mother!” Nora called back. “Gigi, we’re going to be late to your own wedding celebration!”

“We will be on time,” Gigi murmured as her sister brushed her cornsilk hair as she sat at her vanity. “Besides, what are they going to do? Ask me to leave?”

Both girls laughed. “You’re so beautiful, Gigi. James is a very lucky man.”

“I’m nervous to be married,” Gigi admitted, shifting anxiously in the stool. “Sometimes I wonder if I love him.”

Eleanor gasped. “Georgiana Goode! You love your fiance, you’re going to marry him and become Georgiana Rossini, you’re going to have lots of little babies, and you’ll grow old together.”

“Do you think so?” Gigi nervously asked as she put a barrette in her delicate curls.

“I know so.” Nora gasped. “I almost forgot. I got you a gift!”

“You didn’t have to do that for me.”

“Oh, but I did. Close your eyes.”

Gigi did as instructed as she held her hands out. She felt her sister place a small box wrapped in brown paper with a small yellow bow on top.

“Open it.”

“Okay.” Gigi wanted to rip the box open in excitement, but instead took her time, delicately removing the bow and unwrapping the paper.

Inside the box was a silver chain with ornate detailing around a pearl.

“Oh, Nora, it’s beautiful!”

“Let me put it on you.”

Pulling her hair to the side, Gigi felt the cold silver touch her neck as she examined her appearance in the vanity’s mirror. “It looks even more beautiful around my neck. Thank you, dear sister.”

“Maybe this can be your ‘something new’ for your wedding?” Nora suggested.

Gigi smiled as she traced the detailing of the pendant. “I already planned on it.”

“Girls! We are going to be late!” their mother called.

“Coming!” they called in unison.

Nora wrapped Gigi in a hug as Gigi gazed at her reflection in the vanity mirror. “Yellow really is your color.”

Gigi grinned. “Let’s go. Mother’s going to murder us!”

Gigi was relieved when James suggested that they arrive at the party separately. She knew that it was going to be one of the last times with her family before she was a married woman. The party was to be at her fiance’s home, which was only a short car ride away. The entire time, Gigi and Nora were abuzz about the evening’s festivities.

Whenever Gigi went to her fiance’s home, she couldn’t help but feel out of place. She wasn’t quite sure what business James and his father were in. Anytime Gigi tried to bring it up, James quickly changed the subject, as did his father. Whatever business they were in allowed for a comfortable life and a house with so many rooms, Gigi couldn’t begin to count them.

The party was held in the gardens, which were expertly decorated by James’ mother. Lights were strung through the trees as a plethora of yellow flowers lined the pathway. An impressive spread of food was on display as a band played in the background. Gigi and Nora looked at each other, their faces full of wonderment.

“Wow,” Gigi exhaled. “It’s beautiful.”

“It is, isn’t it?” a familiar voice said. “Hello, my love.”

Gigi turned around to see James, who looked dapper in his well-tailored suit. The yellow tie he was wearing matched Gigi’s dress. Nora made sure that James knew what Gigi planned on wearing. Although Nora probably didn’t need to tell him, everyone knew Gigi’s favorite color was yellow.

“You look so handsome, darling.” Gigi tenderly stroked her fiance’s cheek.

“I have my own family to entertain, so enjoy the night, both of you. I will check in on you later.“

“Where did Mother and Father go?” Nora asked as she scanned the gardens.

Gigi shrugged, taking her sister’s hand. “Let’s go!”

The night was much more fun than Gigi could have ever imagined. She and her sister sat enjoying each other’s company until one of James’ cousins approached Nora.

“Eleanor,” he greeted.

Nora’s face flushed. “Hello, John.”

“Would you like to dance?” he held out a hand, which Nora nervously took.

“I’m going to go get something to drink. Don’t have too much fun,” Gigi teased.

Making her way to the refreshment table, Gigi was stunned by the sheer amount of food on the linen-clad table. Eyeing the various cakes, Gigi looked down at her figure and thought about every time James complimented her slender frame, and opted for a the lemonade in an ornate glass bowl.

As she reached for the ladle, she felt someone’s presence behind her. Taking a sip, she turned around and saw who was staring at her. It was a beautiful woman she’d never seen before. Gigi knew that James had a large family, so she figured the woman was one of his distant cousins.

“Hello,” Gigi smiled shyly.

“Congratulations, dear!” The woman spoke with an accent, which surprised Gigi, who had never met anyone who wasn’t from Chicago.

Something about the woman made Gigi nervous, no not nervous, intrigued. She tucked a strand of hair behind her hair as she said, “Are you one of James’ cousins?”

“Something like that. I’m Nicolette, but you may call me Nicky.”

“Okay, Nicky. I’m Gigi.”

“I know.” Nicky glanced at the banner that had her name on it.

“Oh,” Gigi said as she felt the blood rush to her face. “Of course. You have a very exotic accent. You aren’t from Chicago, are you?”

She shook her head. “I am from France originally.”

“I’ve never met anyone from France!” Gigi raised her voice excitedly before putting her hand over her mouth, suddenly remembering every time James told her ladies were supposed to be quiet in public. “That is so very interesting.”

It wasn’t just where Nicky was from Gigi found interesting. There was something about Nicky that intrigued Gigi greatly. She wasn’t sure what it was, it could have been the woman’s dress, which was much more fashion-forward than her own conservative frock. It might have been the woman’s accent, or the way she confidently held her body.

Everything about the woman was an enigma. Nicky was a stark contrast from the cookie cutter housewives-to-be from the Midwest. This was proved when the French woman took a cigarette from her purse and lit it.

Nicky offered one to Gigi, who said. “Oh, no. I was taught proper young ladies shouldn’t smoke.”

“I guess I’m not a ‘proper young lady’,” Nicky said as she took a drag.

“No! I mean… You are. Although, you aren’t young. Not that I am saying you’re old!” Gigi felt horrified. Whenever she was nervous, she rambled, oftentimes not thinking about her words. “I mean… I think it’s kind of neat.”

“Neat?”

Gigi nodded. “My fiance smokes and I think it looks very sophisticated.”

“You aren’t happy with him.” Nicky’s tone signified that she was not asking a question.

“Oh, don’t be silly. I love James with all of my heart.”

“Do you?” Nicky locked eyes with Gigi. No matter how hard Gigi tried, she couldn’t hold back the truth.

“I love him, but I do not think that I am in love with him. It’s a smart match. Our families joining together will expand his father’s business. James is going to give me a comfortable life, and I’m going to have babies, and raise a family, which is all I’ve ever wanted.” Gigi covered her mouth with her hands. “No, I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean any of that. I’m not sure why I just said that.”

Nicky slowly exhaled, enveloping the air with a cloud of smoke. “What if I told you I could take you away and give you a new life?”

Gigi bit her lip. “Do you mean it?”

“Yes.”

“Can I bring my sister?”

“No. You would have to leave everything you know, and everyone in your current life.”

“I can’t leave Nora,” Gigi said as she looked at her sister who was gazing deeply into John’s eyes.

“It’s a shame,” Nicky said as she stomped out the cigarette butt under her stiletto. “I just thought I would offer a more fulfilling life.”

Fidgeting with her new necklace, she weighed the options in her head. As much as she wanted to have a family, she knew that she would never love James, at least not in the way that a wife should love her husband. Nora and Gigi were primarily raised by nannies growing up, so she wasn’t particularly close to her parents. The only person Gigi couldn’t imagine leaving behind was Nora, her sweet baby sister.

For her entire twenty-two years, Gigi did as she was told, and what was expected of her. She knew she would never lead a happy life, but rather one that looked perfect only on the outside.

“Can I have some time to think?” Gigi asked as she continued rubbing her necklace.

“Of course. I will be here all night.”

Once the song finished, Nora ran over to Gigi. “Gigi! Did you see us dancing? Oh, I really fancy him!”

“You look great together, Nora.” The sadness was evident in Gigi’s voice. She knew what she had to do.

“Are you okay, dear sister?” Nora’s blue eyes were full of concern.

Gigi nodded. “I’m just tired.”

“Well, wake up, we have the whole night!”

For the rest of the night, Gigi did her best to enjoy Nora’s company. Every time she looked at Nora, Gigi thought about how it was the last night she would have with her sweet sister. The night consisted of dancing, sneaking sweets, and talking about their futures.

“Gigi, you’re going to be such a good wife!” Nora exclaimed as she and Gigi sat at a table with a large floral centerpiece.

“You’re going to be a better wife than I ever will be. John is a smart match. I think you should talk to Mother and Father about the prospect of marriage.”

“Marriage? I’m only sixteen!”

“If you fancy him, you should think about your future. Think about the homemaker you will be, and of all the little babies you’re going to raise,” Gigi felt her voice crack. “You’re incredible, Nora. Please do not forget that.”

“Gigi, why are you talking like that?”

“My sweet sister. I just want you to know how important you are. Mother and Father care about you, even if it may not seem like it. Be wary of people’s true intentions, but be optimistic, and see the best in each day.” Gigi squeezed her sister’s hand.

“Georgiana, you are scaring me. Is everything okay? Are you having second thoughts about the marriage?”

“No.” Her voice cracked once more. “I just wanted to share the wisdom I’ve learned.”

Nora stared directly into her sister’s eyes, knowing exactly what Gigi was thinking. She and Gigi were far too close for there to be any secrets. The sisters knew each other better than they knew themselves.

“I have to powder my nose.” Gigi pulled Nora into a long hug as she tried to blink away any tears.

“Please keep in contact,” Nora whispered into her sister’s ear.

“I will try.”

“Where will you go?”

“I don’t know,” Gigi admitted.

“I love you dear, sister.”

“I love you too, Eleanor. Go find John. Dance with him, and have a wonderful evening.”

Nora nodded. “I will.”

When Gigi turned around, Nicky was standing in front of her, her eyes intense. “You’ve made your decision.”

“Yes,” was all Gigi could manage.

“Let’s go.”

“Where will we go?”

“I’ll explain later.”

With one last look, Gigi watched the life she once knew fade away. She saw James charming a group of women, while her father and future father-in-law were talking in the corner. James’ mother and her own mother were laughing as they sat at a table gossiping. And then she saw Nora, who was standing sadly by herself in the shadows. Tears formed as she and Nora locked eyes, as she smiled one last time at Gigi. By the time the French woman led Gigi to a nondescript car, Gigi couldn’t stop crying, and was unable to catch her breath.

After driving in silence for a few minutes, Gigi finally managed to ask, “Where are we going?”

“As I said, I will explain later.”

Unsatisfied with her answer, Gigi tried to calm her nerves by taking in the passing scenery. Just as she managed to steady her breathing, Nicky parked the car at an abandoned building.

“We’re here,” Nicky said as she opened the car door.

All Gigi could do was think about the mistake she made. She should have stayed at the party with her sister. Even if she didn’t love her fiance, she could have tried. It was as though she’d given up. She could have had a family, which is all she ever wanted. Here she was, about to enter an abandoned building with the distinct feeling that she was in danger.

The exterior of the building Nicky led Gigi into was old and decrepit, a stark contrast to the inside. The interior of the building was well-decorated with a dark color scheme. All of the windows were blacked out. To Gigi’s surprise, the apartment lacked a kitchen.

“This is… nice,” Gigi managed.

“Come sit,” Nicky instructed as she sat on a leather sofa. As much as Gigi didn’t want to, just as before, something had come over to her, and she had no choice but to obey.

Sitting across from Nicky, all Gigi could do was stare deeply into the woman’s gray eyes, heart fluttering quickly. Slowly, Nicky made her way closer to Gigi, resting her hand on top of Gigi’s which was shaking.

“Are you nervous?” Nicky asked as she gazed at Gigi.

“Yes,” Gigi whispered.

“Don’t be.”

At that moment, Gigi wasn’t entirely sure why she decided to go with Nicky. Part of her knew that it was because she truly was not happy with her life, and would never be. Another part of her knew the way she felt about women was wrong, and Gigi had an feeling Nicky understood in a way no one else ever would. Whenever James would kiss her, she felt nothing. None of the supposed fireworks that everyone had spoken so fondly about, but the priest always spoke about homosexuality condemning one to Hell, so she tried her hardest to push the vile thoughts out of her head.

Nicky tenderly caressed Gigi’s cheek and went in for a light kiss. When she and Gigi’s lips met, the feeling was unlike anything Gigi had ever experienced. The way Nora spoke about kissing boys suddenly made sense. Nicky’s kisses trailed down Gigi’s neck.The intense pleasure turned into a sudden pain. It took a moment for her to realize that Nicky had bit Gigi’s neck. Gigi wanted to scream as she felt the blood run down her neck, but failed to produce any sound. Nicky then bit her own wrist, drawing blood which she then held above Gigi’s mouth.

“Drink.” Blood was running down the corner of Nicky’s mouth.

Knowing she would die if she didn’t, Gigi did as instructed. Shortly thereafter, she felt her vision begin to slip.

Gigi sat straight up on the couch with a gasp. It was like when she was a little girl and had a nightmare. Slowly, she recalled the previous night’s events, hoping that it was all a nightmare. Immediately, she knew her hope was in vain as she looked around an apartment she didn’t recognize.

“Welcome back,” Nicky said, which caused Gigi to jump. She hadn’t realized the woman was sitting in the armchair across from the couch.

“Am I dead?”

“Undead.”

Gigi didn’t know how to process what Nicky had just said. Undead? What did that even mean? She reached to fidget with her necklace, which to her horror, was no longer around her neck. “Where’s my necklace?”

“I took it off while you transformed. Silver burns vampires, love.”

“Vampires?”

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stevesnailbat · 5 years ago

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listen before i go, i love you, goodbye. | steve harrington

warnings: mainly just angst, (implied) weed smoking

summary: Unrequited love sucks, for everyone involved.

word count: 3.9K

a/n: This fic isn’t really based off of the three Billie Eilish songs in the title. I saw on Genius that she said the titles of the last three songs on WWAFAWDWG? were supposed to be a sentence and it inspired me to write something about it. I also wrote a part 2. Enjoy!

Silence.

The only thing to be heard in Steve’s car was the soft hum of whatever mixtape he had going, and pure silence between him and his girlfriend. Usually, silence was okay. They would typically enjoy each other’s company without saying a word, but it was different now. Sometimes Y/N’s excited voice would fill the car as she told stories about her day while Steve would glance over at her with genuine interest in his eyes, but it was different now. There was no interest left in Steve’s gaze when he would look at Y/N, only a glimmer of what used to be love. Y/N’s voice was rarely ever heard anymore, and there was no excitement left in it when it was. They were broken.

Tonight was no different than any other Saturday night to Steve and Y/N. They were going to some party near Loch Nora but neither of them actually wanted to go. Still, they would go, they would dance together, they would hold each other, they would act like everything was okay, they would drink to forget that they didn’t want to be with each other. Steve didn’t really know why he still pretended to be in love when he wasn’t, but he never questioned it either.

He didn’t know when he fell out of love, but it hit him like a ton of bricks when he realized it. He could feel himself getting annoyed by the things she would say to him and he could feel himself losing the desire to kiss her and hold her like he always would. He told himself that he was just going through a rough patch and that he would get over it soon, but soon never came. Things got worse when he knew that she was catching on. She became more distant, less affectionate, less happy. He didn’t want to string her along, but he didn’t want to hurt the girl he once loved so dearly.

Steve parks his car in front of Carol’s house and stuffs his keys into his pocket as he looks over to Y/N, who’s staring out the window at the already drunk teens on the front lawn. She hated being drunk until Steve stopped loving her, then she began looking forward to the weekend so she could forget the pain she was in. He watched her eagerly step out of the car, waiting by her door for him to follow. As he got out, he gave her a knowing look when he saw to all-too-familiar fake smile growing on her face.

The couple is greeted by many of their so-called friends as they walk through the doors, Carol shoving drinks into their hands immediately. Y/N starts to drink as soon as she gets her hands on something, earning a glare in her direction from Steve. She ignored his looks and held onto his hand tight as she made her way through the crowd, searching for her best friend. Nancy’s face twists into an equally fake smile when she sees Y/N and Steve together, trying to hide her disapproval of what’s going on between the couple.

“Can I talk to you for a second, Y/N?” Nancy asks her, grabbing her wrist to pull her away from Steve. She didn’t really get a chance to tell Steve, but she knew he didn’t really care. The girls rushed off to a bedroom in the back of the house while Steve was left alone with Jonathan in the crowded living room.

Nancy closes the bedroom door behind her and turns to face Y/N. She was going to question her about why she was doing what she was still, but those plans changed. Before either of them can say anything, the sound of Y/N’s choked sob fills the air. She can’t bring herself to look at Nancy, so she sits on the bed behind her while burying her head in her hands. Nancy couldn’t look at her either, so she sits next to her and stares at the wall as she rubs Y/N’s back soothingly.

In any case, it would hurt to see your best friend crying. But for Nancy? It was even worse. She knew the situation all too well because she did the same thing to Steve. She strung him along and shattered his heart when he was still in love with her. Now the tables were turned and it hurt Nancy to see it; she thinks about how the hurt she put Steve through could have caused this. Y/N knew about their breakup last year, but didn’t believe that it would affect the way Steve saw her, his own girlfriend.

“Why the fuck am I doing this to myself, Nance?” she chokes out, throwing her arms up defeatedly.

“Because you love him, Y/N. You think you can change his mind, but deep down, you know you can’t.” Nancy says in a low voice, pulling her into a hug. “And you and Steve both care too much about your pride and reputations to break up.”

Y/N laughs softly as she blinks out some tears, slightly smudging mascara onto Nancy’s gray sweater. Nancy knew her and the situation all too well. It felt nice to be around someone who understood what was happening and was there to comfort, instead of just ignore. She pulls away after a few moments and tries to gather herself, wiping away her tears while taking a deep breath.

“We should probably get out of here before someone tries to start saying we’re cheating on our boyfriends with each other or something.” she jokes, trying to pull herself back to her fake-happy party-self.

An hour later Y/N finds herself clinging onto her so-called boyfriend relentlessly and clinging onto the moments of drunken affection that she deemed as damn near sacred. Usually the two of them would match each other with their drinks, not letting the other get too trashed. But Y/N snuck shots when Steve wasn’t looking, trying to bring herself back to the person she loved being. Steve caught on to what she was doing after her third extra shot, when it was too late. He had seen the hurt disappear from her eyes and replace with all the love and happiness she had once had with him. He could tell that she so desperately wanted to be happy again, and that she wanted to be happy with him.

“Stevie, you need to catch up! You’re not drinking enough.” she slurs as she shoves a drink into his face.

“I think I’ve had plenty to drink and that you have too.” Steve replies, his arm snaking around her waist hesitantly, mainly trying to stop her from falling or spilling her drink.

Her smile turns into a frown for a moment, but quickly disappears when she unexpectedly reaches up to his cheek, pulling him down into a kiss. The kiss was gentle yet filled with passion, something neither of them had felt in months. “I guess you’re right. You’ve had plenty to drink. Sober Stevie won’t let me kiss him like that anymore.” she whispered to him, her voice cracking as she spoke.

Her words seemed to be filled with remorse and sadness, Steve knew that he was the cause. For the first time since he had fallen out of love, he felt the same hurt that she did. He dropped his hand from her waist in shock and within a flash, she was gone. She waltzed over to Nancy with her fake smile, chugging away at her drink once more. He watched the broken girl fade away, if only for a moment, as she danced the night away with people that actually made her happy. Good, bad, and in-between memories that had been engrained in her memory forever were gone, if only for a moment, as she sang her heart out with her best friend. The pain she felt had gone away, if only for a moment, as Steve finally understood what she had been going through.

Hours passed and the party died down soon enough, around 2 am. Steve stopped drinking at midnight, but Y/N never stopped. Y/N told Steve she ‘wanted to party hard’ when he asked her to go the first time, the second time, and the third time. He finally convinced her that it was time to go when Nancy and Jonathan left, pulling the pouting girl to the car. She plopped down in the passenger seat and giggled drunkly at the noise Steve’s leather seat made when she did so. Without a word, Steve started the car and drove towards his house. He occasionally glanced over to her, seeing her face begin to twist into a sickly expression.

“If you’re gonna be sick, please do it in that McDonald’s bag on the floor or let me know so I can stop.” Steve laughs, resting his hand on her thigh in a comforting way, out of habit.

She says nothing in return, staring out the window intently. She was focusing on something, but Steve couldn’t put a finger on what it was. The short trip down the road takes all but five minutes and soon enough, he’s helping her into his house from the garage. She nearly falls at least three times on the stairs, giggling as she clung onto Steve. He has to undress and dress her again when they get to his room, which shows to be quite a challenge with a resistant, drunk girl. Steve rummages through a dresser drawer until he finds something, turning to hand her a shirt. When he does so, he sees her blotchy, red cheeks and tear-brimmed eyes.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong?” he asks, although he’s sure he knows the answer. His hand brushes her hair behind her ear as his thumb wipes away a rogue tear.

“Why don’t you love me anymore?” she chokes out, her voice almost inaudible. Steve freezes in his tracks when she speak, not expecting that to be her answer.

Obviously it was going to come up at some point. But he didn’t want to tell his girlfriend why he didn’t love her anymore while she was plastered. So, he decided to play it off.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, baby. I think you’re too drunk for your own good right now. Let’s go to bed, yeah?”

“No, Steve. I wanna know now! Why don’t you love me the way I love you?” she says, her voice growing louder as she continues to slur her words together.

“I’m not getting into this with you right now, Y/N. You’re plastered and I love you. You’re crazy.” Steve scoffs, attempting to pull her onto his bed.

At this point, she can’t tell if she’s too drunk, too tired, or too hurt to argue, but she says nothing in return. She changes into the shirt he handed her and gets into the bed, laying down where she usually does, the bed feeling like a second home to her. The bed she thought was a second home was where they had their first kiss, their first time, where they listened to every mixtape she would make him, where she realized she was in love with him, and now where they would spend their last night together. Steve wraps his arm around her waist as they lay in bed, because he knew it was going to be the last time he would. Y/N became engulfed in his arms, pressing a small drunken kiss against his arm, because she knew it was going to be the last time she would.

Y/N sleeps the whole night through, the alcohol taking over when she laid down. Steve, on the other hand, spent the night staring at the ceiling while contemplating his next move. He knew she wouldn’t remember everything but that some things would stick out. Over and over again he replayed what he was going to say to her when she woke up. It wasn’t until after the sun rose that Steve fell asleep, heart still racing from the thought of the morning.

When Steve woke up, he found the spot next to him in the bed to be empty, his shirt folded on top of his dresser, and her clothes that were once piled in the corner of his room to be gone. His first instinct was to panic, he didn’t get to talk to her and God only knew what she even remembered from the night before. The panic growing in the pit of his stomach ceased when he heard the bathroom door open. She came out of the bathroom, quietly chuckling at his panicked expression. She looked as perfect as usual; she had removed the remnants of last night’s makeup from her face, smoothed out the knots in her hair, and put her clothes from the night before back on. Perfect, like everything else about her. How could he stop loving her? Maybe he never did. Maybe he just stopped loving who he thought she was and started loving the real her, who hadn’t been around for months.

Her expression was calm, she seemed more at ease. She picks up her backpack from the floor and slings it over her shoulders, standing near the bedroom door. Steve opens his mouth to speak but she holds up a finger, signaling for him to stay quiet for a moment. “Listen, before I go.” Y/N started, chewing on her lip momentarily. “I love you, Steve. But you don’t love me. And I can’t handle it anymore. I don’t need an explanation, I’m hard to love. I understand. So I just wanted to say that.” she breathes out, steadying herself against his dresser as she speaks so she doesn’t break down. “Goodbye.”

And with that she was gone. Gone from his house, gone from his life. Or so he thought.

The goodbye was enough closure for Y/N, it was all she needed. She seemed happier now, like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. The sparkle was back in her eye, the excitement was back in her voice. The bags underneath her eyes had disappeared, she kept herself looking put together every day, her life began to flourish. She had grown and changed in such a short amount of time and everybody saw it, she was untouchable. Everyone knew that she was independent and didn’t need anybody but herself to make her happy.

The goodbye was obviously not enough closure for Steve, though. Although she had seemingly left him behind, he still felt Y/N everywhere he went. She was in his bed at night, holding his hand as he walked down the hall, kissing his cheek when he would get out of his car in the morning; it felt so real, but in reality, he was left in the cold. She was still around him more than he expected. They would sit at opposite ends of a long table at lunch with their mutual friends, Steve making periodical glances her way. She would notice, but never thought into it.

He loved seeing her happy again and never wanted that to change for her. Soon after she left that day, he realized that she was all he could have ever wanted. And he threw it away because of his twisted perceptions of a perfect girl. He saw her as someone who got in his way, blocked him from being who he really wanted to be. In reality, she was only helping him to be the best person he could be. But he pushed her away, breaking her heart more and more every day. Steve knew that if he tried to come back into her life, she wouldn’t be the same. There was no coming back from what he did to her.

Every once in a while Y/N would have the itching desire to go back to him. She missed their late nights together doing nothing but getting high and laughing their asses off, their early morning impromptu road trips, their every memory made. Every time it happened, she would try to push the thoughts out of her mind, but they would still stick to the back of her brain only to be brought up again weeks later. The only thing getting her through was the thought of how he broke her, shattered her heart into a million pieces. There was no coming back from what he did to her.

She thought she had finally fallen out of love with him when graduation neared. With that in mind, she decided to go out of state for school, all the way to New York City. Steve heard the news of her moving from Jonathan and his heart broke. He remembered that she always had told him that she ‘wanted to get the fuck out of this hellhole’, but he always thought he’d be doing it with her. Instead, he was staying in the dead end town with nothing but heartbreak and a minimum wage job.

Graduation came and went without either of them speaking to the other. Both wanted the other but were too scared to say it. Y/N planned on moving halfway through the summer. She started packing in June and packed for days on end. One of those days, she found a box in the back of her closet and an all-too-familiar smell of cologne hit her nose when she pulled it out. Inside were sweatshirts, old t-shirts, polaroids of a once happy couple, notes passed in class, a gold bracelet, a cheesy teddy bear from Valentine’s Day, even a pair of boxers; all from Steve, all from what they once were.

Packing abruptly stopped for the day when she found those, her heart aching when she saw the pictures of the happiest days of her life in the box. She thought she was over him, but this brought her right back to square one. She cried for hours, about not wanting to move anymore, about wanting to stay in Hawkins, about wanting to stay with him.

It was a Saturday in June when Steve saw her for the first time since graduation. She looked as beautiful as ever when she came into Scoops Ahoy, but something was off. He had only seen her cry a few times, but he recognized the slightly blotchy, red cheeks and bloodshot eyes from a mile away. All she wanted to do was get some ice cream for comfort, but she was met with Steve. She froze for a moment when she saw him at the counter, not knowing that he worked there. She pulled herself together before she got to the counter, trying to act like she hadn’t been thinking about him the whole week.

“Ahoy! What can get for you today?” Steve said in his best customer service voice, even though he already knew what she wanted; ice cream runs were something they did together too many times.

“Just a small chocolate cone please.” she says, a weak smile growing on her lips in response to his cheesy voice and uniform. Her smile that she gave him was genuine, but she was dying on the inside. He could tell that she was regressing back to the person she was before their relationship ended. The sparkle in her eyes was a mere glimmer now, her voice didn’t have much excitement left. She hands him two dollars and tells him to keep whatever the change is, her voice tired and weak.

“When do you leave?” he blurts out as he scoops her ice cream, regretting it almost immediately, but he was curious.

“My flight leaves early Tuesday morning.” she says in return as she chews on her lip, a bad habit of hers.

Steve nods quietly, wishing he could find the words to say, but says nothing at first. He loads up her cone like he knew she would want, his mind brought back to times that she would complain about not having enough ice cream when they would go out.

“One small chocolate cone for ya. But good luck, Y/N. I’m sure you’ll do great things out there.” Steve says with a somber smile.

”Thank you, it means a lot, Steve.” she said before making her way out of the ice cream shop.

That night was no different than any other one in the last week. She couldn’t stop thinking about him and it wasn’t going to stop. Tears flowed freely for hours and she even called Nancy, telling her how she felt about everything.

“So you’re telling me that you’re still in love with the same guy who broke your heart by stringing you along for months?” Nancy’s voice came through the phone as Y/N sniffled lightly. “And you’re also saying that you’re just now realizing this? Three days before you go halfway across the country? You’re crazy, Y/N.”

“I know, I just can’t help it. He was my everything, Nance.” she choked out. It felt weird telling this to the girl who broke Steve’s heart, but she knew Nancy was sympathetic.

“If you really think you’re going to get something out of talking to him, then do it. You’ve both had time to think about everything, so do what you think will be right, Y/N.”

“Thanks Nance, I love you. But I’m gonna go finish packing for the night and go to bed.” Y/N lies, Nancy says goodbye in return. “Bye.”

When she hangs up the phone, Y/N rushes to her closet, rummaging around in a bag that was shoved in the back. She remembered a small bag of weed that she had in an old backpack and that she needed to use it up before leaving. If she was going to talk to Steve, she might as well have a conversation starter. She changed from her pajamas into some running shorts and a sweatshirt, shoving the small baggie into her sweatshirt pocket as she walked down the stairs. Sneaking past her dad sleeping on the couch, she took her keys off the counter and made her way outside to her car.

She made it to Steve’s house in record time, feeling like she had tunnel vision. She knew that his parents wouldn’t be home, they usually weren’t on the weekends. Her breathing hitched when she made it to his door, knocking on it hesitantly. Not even a minute later, she heard Steve unlocking the door and her heart feels like it’s going to beat out of her chest. Steve opens the door, looking groggy; his hair was tousled around and his clothes in a disarray against his body. When he sees who it is, his eyes widen slightly.

“Hey, Steve.”

“Hi, Y/N?” Steve replies, his voice groggy from the sleep that she interrupted

She smiles nervously up at him when she sees his confused expression. Digging in her pocket, she pulls out the baggie that was very familiar to Steve. “One last time before I go?” she questions, swinging the bag slightly as she tries to hold back the bittersweet, stinging tears in her eyes.

“Uh — Yeah! Yeah, sure. One last time.” Steve stammers out with a reassuring smile playing on his lips as he lets her into the house.

One last good memory. One more night with the girl he would love forever. One more time making memories that would last a lifetime. For one last time.

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singledarkshade · 5 years ago

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Inferno

Summary: It's the opening night of John's newest nightclub. Author’s Note: Set after the original story Protection and the story New Recruit in the Legends Security Series, I intend to do another big story in this universe but until then, just another small foray. Enjoy. ********************************************* “I know I told you this the last time,” Caitlin Snow said as she wrote up the chart, “But I don’t want to see you back here again.”

Rip smiled at the woman who had saved his life, “And I definitely intend never to be.”

Caitlin chuckled softly, “Okay, everything looks great. Your shoulder has healed beautifully and, as long as you keep up the physio for a few more weeks, you should be as good as new.”

“Does that mean he can start participating in all activities?” Gideon asked from his side.

Rip closed his eyes while Caitlin laughed.

“As long as he doesn’t overexert himself,” Caitlin said, the smirk evident in her voice, “I don’t see any activities that are excluded.”

Gideon beamed at him, “That’s very good to know.”

Rolling his eyes, Rip slipped his hand in Gideon’s and nodded to Caitlin, “Thank you. Are you coming to John’s party tonight?”

Caitlin laughed, “Yes. He wore me down.”

“Well, he’s annoyingly excited about this new club,” Rip smiled fondly.

“You should still abstain from alcohol for now,” Caitlin noted.

Gideon squeezed his hand, “I will make sure of that. We’ll see you tonight.”

Rip winced slightly as he pulled a clean shirt on, although he was free of the sling his shoulder was still tender. Part of him really wanted to stay at home tonight, to curl up with Gideon and watch a movie. Maybe move their relationship on slightly further now he was able to.

But he knew he couldn’t.

John had put a lot of work into his new club, fixing it to his standards and Rip had to be there for the opening. Checking his watch, he sighed, they had to leave soon.

“Gideon?” he called, “Are you almost ready?”

“I have been ready for the last ten minutes,” she said appearing from the other room, “And waiting for you.”

Rip stared at her for several seconds, she was wearing a figure-hugging red and black dress that sparkled with every movement she made. As with all Gideon’s ‘night out’ clothes, this had been designed by Nora Darhk.

“You look amazing,” Rip told her.

Gideon kissed him softly, “I wasn’t sure when Nora gave me this dress, but it fits nicely.”

“I think she designs almost everything for you,” Rip noted.

Laughing she shrugged, “I was the one she always used as a model when she started.” She grabbed his hand, “Now, let’s go and support your brother.”

Grabbing his jacket and keys, Rip wrapped his arm around her, and they headed to the car.

Inferno was completely different from John’s other three clubs. Living up to its name, every wall and floor had coloured glass that, when the lights were on, made them looked as though they were on fire. There was a walkway that went all around the room, at the back wall it extended out as a stage, which was how it was currently sitting waiting for the band.

“So,” Rip said as he reached his brother, “Understated as always.”

John turned and hugged him, relieved that Rip was finally there, “What took you so long?”

“Rip had to fix his hair,” Gideon teased.

Chuckling John hugged the beautiful woman who in the past few months had gone from client to friend, “And he still needs a few hours to reach your level of gorgeous.”

Gideon gave him a smile, while Rip rolled his eyes.

“I am going to get us something to drink,” Gideon told them, “John?”

“Scotch please,” he smiled.

“Am I getting asked,” Rip demanded amused.

Gideon rolled her eyes, “Since you’re not allowed to drink yet, I assume water as that’s what you always drink. Or should I get you some soda?”

“Water please.”

Chuckling, Gideon kissed him, “I won’t be long.”

John watched Gideon head to the bar for a moment before turning to Rip, “Seriously, marry that girl.”

“Give us a little time to get to know one another,” Rip said softly.

John rested his hand on Rip’s good shoulder, “I’m just happy you didn’t get in your own way.”

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Gideon leaned against her boyfriend as they sat in one of the booths on the top level of the club where John had set aside a VIP area for the evening. Although they’d not known one another as long as most people thought, because of Rip’s injury they hadn’t been able to be as intimate as they wanted so their relationship had deepened in a way it wouldn’t have under normal circumstances.

The first chord made her turn and Gideon joined in the cheering at the band arriving on stage.

“How did you manage to get them?” Rip demanded of his brother as the Flash waved to the crowds.

“Considering how much they like our security company,” John said, “They were more than happy to play a set for me tonight.”

As soon as the music began, their most famous song ‘Lightening’, the entire club started to dance. Gideon tugged Rip up to dance with her, smiling that he joined her.

The band played several of their up-tempo numbers, before beginning one of their ballads. Gideon smiled as Rip wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her close. She remembered the first time they danced together, how it was simply for show as though they were in a relationship at the time. It had surprised Gideon how much she enjoyed being wrapped in his arms, how comfortable she felt being close to him when they barely knew one another.

Rip kissed her as the song ended, and Gideon smiled when they broke apart.

“Tonight,” she murmured, “I think we should try some other activities.”

He smiled at her, “Sounds like a good plan.”

“Hi,” Barry Allen, the lead singer said breaking the mood between them, “When John asked us to play his new club, we couldn’t say no and when we set up this afternoon we were inspired.”

Rip glanced over at John who had a smirk on his face before turning his attention back to the stage.

“This is a new song we wrote for tonight,” Barry continued, “Called Inferno.”

They began to play, and the entire room began to dance. Rip laughed. A new song from one of the hottest bands in the country at John’s club opening, inspired by his club, was the best endorsements he could ever get.

Shaking his head, Rip danced with Gideon. When the song reached its final chorus, Rip caught John’s pressing the button on a remote control and the entire room lit up. The fire effect rippled around as smoke machines pumped out coloured smoke from all corners of the room.

The crowd cheered and screamed as the band finished their set.

The night continued to be a great one. After their set Barry and the band joined them in the VIP area along with Caitlin who John enthusiastically introduced to everyone to the amazing surgeon who’d saved Rip’s life.

But the evening had to come to an end.

Rip hugged his brother, “This was fantastic. You outdid yourself getting the band to play for you.”

John shrugged, “Well, Harry and I were talking a few weeks ago. I told him about the club and the theme, he spoke to the band and they offered to do a set.”

“Well, I have a feeling their song is going to make the club the place to be,” Rip noted.

John grinned, “I know. Couldn’t believe when Barry told me they’d written the song.”

Rip laughed.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” John told him, “I am going to close up and chase everyone. Take Gideon home.”

Rolling his eyes Rip hugged the man he called his brother once more, “See you tomorrow.”

Rip joined Gideon who was talking with Caitlin, smiling when Gideon took his hand.

“Are you ready?”

She nodded, “Goodnight, Caitlin.”

“Goodnight,” Caitlin replied, giving Rip a sly smirk.

Rip wrapped his arm around Gideon as they stepped into the elevator of his apartment building. They’d come to his apartment as it was closer to the club and Gideon was completely in love with the view of the harbour he had.

The moment they were inside Rip pressed a soft kiss to Gideon who wrapped her arms around him. The kiss deepened and he felt her begin to undo his shirt.

Rip pulled back and looked at her, “Are you ready for this?”

Gideon nodded before asking, “Are you?”

“Yes,” he breathed, “I love you.”

A sweet smile touched her lips, “I love you too.”

Taking his hand, Gideon led Rip into his bedroom.

#fic #legends of tomorrow #rip hunter #gideon #timeship #john constantine

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crushedbyhyperbole · 5 years ago

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Makin’ Whoopee

Summary: The Sugardrops are in need of a pianist, and who better to fill the role than newly-minted 18yr old Bucky Barnes. The charismatic front lady known as Sugar gives him an opportunity he can’t refuse, in exchange for something precious; his innocence.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Word Count: 5.5k

Warnings: 18+. Mentions of the state of racial relations synonymous with the 1940s, injury that’s speculated to be related to hate crime, plenty of flirting and smut at the end.

A/N: One shot written for @the-omni-princess‘s 1k follower writing challenge filling the prompt of Band AU. Congrats on the milestone your majesty, and thank you for letting me take part :) The character of Sugar is styled after Mae West with the looks of Rita Hayworth, Nick is based on comic book Nick Fury rather than Samuel.L. and the encore song is performed like Michelle Pfeiffer in The Fabulous Baker Boys. Enjoy!

Cassidy’s Bar. He’s only ever been in here once, when his cousin Nora had gotten married to that rat-faced asshole, Billy? Bobby? Barry? It was something ending in ‘y’, anyway, and that’s exactly what his Ma had said; why?

Turned out the why was babies and the who was Mr Rat-face and the when was, well, so far before the question of marriage that poor Nora was round on her wedding day.

They had the same seats at the bar, Bucky thinks, him and his uncle Tony. One beer was all he was allowed the first time, but tonight, uncle Tony is on a mission.

“Happy Birthday, kid.” The older man clinks his glass against the one warming in Bucky’s grasp, a man’s amber fire to the boy’s weak beer. “Drink up and I’ll get you another before the band starts.”

Gulping the bitter draught down, Bucky feels it warm his guts, loosening knots inside him he didn’t even know were there. It’s his third pint, and though he’s had beer at home, he’s never had more than one in a bar where the dim lights and choking smoke are making him feel woozier than the drink. He’s never felt like one of the men and never thought of himself as one, not even now.

Whoops and whistles. That’s how you know there’s a dame on the stage. She’s pretty, too, Bucky thinks, watching her slink over to the manager in a dress made of green satin and what looks like liquid suns dripping from her shoulders. It’s much too classy for a place like this and Bucky wonders if she’s some Hollywood starlet fallen from grace with her auburn waves and lips as red as victory.

Stunning. He’s changed his mind, there’s nothing pretty about her. She’s sexy as sin and all the men know it, hell, even she knows it.

Tony is already pushing another drink into his hand as he leads Bucky to a table by the stage, a smaller glass that tinkles as he walks. One sip and Bucky thinks the beer is better, this stuff burns as it evaporates off his tongue.

“Looks like we got ourselves a problem.” The starlets voice is smooth and sultry, if a little husky. “Sammy can’t play. It’s his hand, see.”

Her dark-skinned companion is nursing a busted hand that looks far worse than just bloodied knuckles from a fight. If Bucky didn’t know better he’d have said the man met with a car door, a hammer, or a vicious bootheel; integrated bands are something of a controversy, hell, integrated anything is.

“Great, just great!” The bar manager groans. “So what am I supposed to do about it? Can’t you do without him, sugar lips?” The bar manager is a beast of a man; jaw like a tank and shoulders to match, buzz-cut that’s a remnant from military service and an eye-patch that lends nothing but intimidation to his demeanour.

“Gee, I dunno, Nick!” One hand fists against the sassy cock of her hip, she lets rip with the sarcasm. “Can a piano do without its pianist?”

Nick scoffs wordlessly, chewing the end of his cigar.

“A girl needs a good ivory pounder.” She says with a wink, her tone suggestive enough to make Nick’s ears turn red. “Sam’s my best guy.”

“He ain’t poundin’ nuthin’ for a while.”

“More’s the pity.” She sidles up to him seductively, there is nothing subtle about her play, even Bucky can see she’s trying to manipulate the man. “You got any hidden talent around here you been keepin’ from me?”

In the moments between her wink and the soft glide of her hand down the front of his shirt, Nick’s face turns pink, then red, and he’s choking on smoke.

“Help a girl out?” A tempting pout and the flutter of eyelashes punctuate her request.

“I’ll ask around.” He says with a tight smile as the starlet turns with a sway of her hip and sashays away.

The gents in the lounge are rowdy now, after catching a glimpse of the much-anticipated leading lady. The call for attention is barely heard but word passes between the tables that they’re asking for a pianist.

“You should get yourself up there.” Uncle Tony nudges Bucky with his elbow, an almost proud look on his face.

“Play piano in front of all these people?” Bucky has never been the nervous type, but he is now. He’s only ever played the piano for the family at home, and the teachers and pupils at the music school.

“Sure, kid!” Tony claps him on the shoulder. “You’re as good as any of ‘em.”

“I dunno, uncle Tony.” Bucky sinks down in his seat, almost sensing what’s coming next.

“Hey!” Tony is on his feet, waving to the hefty bar manager. “I got a pianist!”

There’s laughter all around, because Tony sounds like he just said ‘penis’, and that makes Bucky even more mortified when Nick is suddenly stood in front of them.

“You play?” Nick is gruff and down to business.

“My nephew.” Tony hits Bucky on the arm with the back of his hand, a gesture that says ‘sit up straight’.

“How old are you, kid?” Narrowed eyes scrutinise, and Bucky blanches. He’s old enough to be in here but he feels so out of place he still doubts he belongs.

“Eighteen today, sir.” Bucky steels himself. He’s not going to be this nervous kid. He’s Bucky Barnes, confident and charming, and most definitely not intimidated by a piano, a beautiful redhead and a burly bar manager (eye-patch or not). At least that’s who he wants to be.

“And you play?”

Bucky nods.

“Come with me.”

Tony is stuffing the tumbler into his hand again and pushing him out of his seat towards the stage with a cheer. There’s a bit of shuffling as Bucky finds his stride. Chairs scrape out of the way as he passes and it feels like he’s walking the plank; shark infested waters are all around him, the men sneer a little at the sight of him, just a boy, being lead backstage where the starlet and her band are getting ready.

Backstage isn’t as glamourous as Bucky thought it would be. The reception room is dingy and cramped, merely a glorified store room compared to the plush furnishings and flattering lighting that he imagined. Eight sets of eyes turn to stare at him as he enters behind the mountainous Nick. He’s intimidated and starting to sweat but that’s the least of his worries when a swathe of red hair and green satin is invading his personal space.

She looks him up and down with a sly smirk.

“I know I like ‘em young, but I’m not one for wet nursing.” It’s salacious, the tone she uses, almost like she’s purposefully trying to ruffle feathers.

“He’s not for your boudoir, Sugar, he’s for the piano.”

“Oh, why not?” She winks subtly, pulling her lips into a playful smile. “A man in the boudoir is worth two on the street.”

“Sugar…” Another redhead chastises. She’s older but there’s a resemblance, sisters, maybe cousins.

“Oh, alright, spoil my fun.” Sugar plucks the drink from Bucky’s hand, fingertips brushing lightly against him leaving a trail of goosebumps coursing up his arm. Her eyes never leave his as she lifts the glass to her painted lips and sips. “I always get what I want, eventually.”

She’s turning away from him and his glass is back in his hand like it never left, save for the scarlet red print that perfectly resembles the fullness of her lower lip. Bucky swallows. She’s a dangerous woman and he knows she can chew him up and spit him out in ruins, but hell if he’s not willing to let her do it.

“Sam’s the name.” The dark-skinned fellow interrupts, introducing himself and offering his uninjured hand to shake. His injuries are hidden by off-white crepe and gauze now, out of sight out of mind for the rest of the band.

“James.” Bucky clears his throat. “James Barnes. But my friend’s call me Bucky.”

“You read music, James Barnes?” ‘Sugar’ levels a torturously flirtatious glance over her bejewelled shoulder. Everything about her screams seduction and sexuality; she’s unashamedly feminine but predatory like no woman he’s ever seen.

“Yes, ma’am. I do.” Bucky battles his nerves. “And I can play by heart.”

Sugar turns, a slow blink fanning her long lashes against her rosy cheek before she’s dragging her eyes up his body. “Show me.”

In the corner of the room is a busted upright piano that is much in need of repair. It’s older than his grandpa’s but the keys are clean and it looks to work.

“You want me to play here?” He should have known there would be an audition.

“Scared to show us the goods, kid?” And older gentleman with dark curly hair shifts in his seat, his hands are large and his fingers thick and calloused. He isn’t stocky but he isn’t a beanpole either, and he’s got a nervous tick, just below his right eye which tells Bucky the man has a temper.

“Bruce is right.” Sugar purred, leaning closer. “An ounce of performance is worth pounds of promise.” Moist pinkness pokes playfully at the corner of her perfectly pained mouth, the teasing tip of her tongue then sweeps her upper lip deliciously.

Bucky jumps into action, if only to distance himself from the sight and scent of the woman who seems hell bend on turning him into a mess of jangling nerves and tight trousers.

The stool is hard but the perfect height. Bucky runs his fingers over the keys, rippling out scales to test the instrument’s tuning. His music school diploma kicking in as he opens the booklet of sheet music at the first page.

It’s a tense moment as he starts to play, finding that some of the music has been amended in a chicken-scratch scrawl, little finesses added here and there and a different tempo, but Bucky knows the song. He bangs out Puttin’ on the Ritz, relaxing into the music as a tall mousy-blonde man in his late twenties, sits by the piano and taps out a percussion rhythm on the wood, and the older redhead starts to sing along. Her voice is quite lovely, Bucky thinks.

Sam nods approvingly but Sugar isn’t completely convinced.

“Play me something you think I’ll like.” She says. “From the heart.” The last words are tainted with a sigh.

Bucky thinks he knows the perfect song. It’s more of a joke than anything, the reason it pops into his head is purely because of her salacious innuendos. It starts off a little jerky, as he plays some of the string and trumpet parts on the piano but when the tune fully kicks in everyone is laughing, even Sugar is grinning. The blonde picks up the beat, tapping on his legs and the side of the piano, curly-haired Bruce is humming and boom’ping in time as a bass, and a tiny blonde kid he’d never seen plays a mock trumpet.

When Sugar starts to sing ‘Makin’ Whoopee’, it’s somethin’ else. The cadence of her voice is just like she is, rich, velvety and incredibly seductive. She comes to sit on the stool next to Bucky, swaying and snapping her fingers along with the music. As far as impromptu jams go it wasn’t half bad, and the mood is suddenly lighter when the song is done.

“Well, aren’t you full of surprises, James Barnes.” Sugar adjusts a piece of his hair that has fallen out of his smoothly combed do.

“It’s just Bucky.” He sighs bashfully, almost melting at her proximity. Red lacquered nails and glistening red lips, soft cascading waves of copper leading his eyes down from her face to the sweetheart line of her dress and a scandalously deep cleavage he has no business staring at.

Suddenly he’s being pulled to his feet and introduced to the rest of the band. Peter is the percussionist, he’s easy-going and a bit of a joker. The little guy is Steve, he’s the trumpet player but, like Bucky, he can play a few instruments, just not the piano. Bruce plays the double bass. The older redhead is Natasha, she’s on backing vocals with another redhead called Wanda and yet another redhead called Gamora. Bucky notices that Wanda and Gamora aren’t natural redheads but they all fit together so well it’s hard to notice from afar.

The lounge looks completely different from where he’s stood at the edge of the stage behind a dusty red curtain. He can see uncle Tony drinking a pint and laughing with a guy at the adjacent table, no doubt talking about how proud he is of his nephew, god knows his daughter is a disappointment; poor Nora who got pregnant before she was married.

Bucky necks his drink. The ice has already melted but it does little to quench the burn of the whiskey, still, liquid courage eh?

Soon he’s being ushered out onto the stage with the rest of the band. There’s a light smattering of applause and a huge cheer from uncle Tony as Bucky takes his seat at the grand piano. Sam is there with songbooks and a list of tunes they’re going to play tonight.

“Any of these you don’t know?” Sam hands him the paper and it shakes in Bucky’s fingers.

They’re all covers, of course, a small band can’t put out original songs in a lounge like this and earn a living. They’re all fairly recent songs, too, keeping up with current trends. Bucky knows them all well enough to play them by heart, but Sam likes to make notes on the sheet music to tweak the songs a little more to fit their ensemble.

Bucky scans down the list, smiling when he sees songs like Daddy, Blue Champagne, and Strange Fruit. He can imagine Sugar singing them, how wonderfully they will work with her voice.

“I think so.” Bucky nods, confidence building through the panic because he knows he can do this.

Another glass of whiskey is set atop the piano for him and Sam is leaving with a reassuring pat on the shoulder, leaving him to stare at the crowds in the lounge, leaving him to the adrenaline and the nausea in his guts.

Suddenly there are whistles and whoops, that’s how you know the dames have hit the stage. The three backing singers stroll on, waving and smiling brightly. Bucky is surprised to see Wanda carrying a fiddle; she’s like him and little Steve, multi-talented.

And there’s Sugar. He sees her before she’s clear of the side curtain. She’s all confident strides, swaying hips and a non-too-subtle wobble at the sweetheart bodice of her dress. He barely notices the crowd now all he can hear is the frantic thrum of his pulse whooshing in his ears. His mouth goes dry as she makes eye contact with him and he feels as though she’s going to walk right past the microphone, right up to him, and show him what those smirking red lips can do.

But she doesn’t, and her attention is no longer on him but on the crowd.

“Well, hello there Cassidy’s! We are The Sugardrops!” Christ she’s just as seductive when she addresses the whole room. “My, my we’ve got some handsome gentlemen out there tonight, wouldn’t you agree ladies?” She’s playing up to her girls and to the crowd. “Tonight, for your entertainment pleasure we’re going to perform a few numbers.”

“YOU CAN PERFORM ON MY LAP, IF YOU’D LIKE!” A drunken jeer erupts from the crowd, already the men are worked up.

Bucky glances from the dishevelled heckler to Sugar who is giving her most amused smile.

“Oh sweetheart, I’ve been in more laps than a napkin.” She shifts her weight, popping her hip to the side. “Yours ain’t nothing special.”

Laughter drowns out the spluttering heckler who is suddenly shoved into his seat by burly Nick, with the warning ‘behave yourself or get out’.

She’s incredible. Bucky thinks. So confident and sassy. He’s never seen a woman like her in his whole life. She’s larger than life, and more alluring than a precious stone.

She clears her throat, pinning him with a stare.

Jumping to action for the second time at her request, he poises himself and waits for the trumpet to start the first song; Nice Work if You Can Get it.

Steve is good, he’s got good lungs for a scrawny kid and he blasts out an intro that’s picked up by Bruce on the double bass. Then Bucky is joining in and Peter with the subtle snare and high-hat setting a swinging rhythm. Sugar and the girls croon out the lyrics and Bucky finds himself joining in, bouncing on his stool with the music.

Before he knows it the song is done and he’s barely looked at the music sheet. It all feels so natural to him, like he’s meant to be here with these people, on this stage, playing his heart out. It’s been a while since he felt any love for music other than something to dance to, with a girl on his arm, maybe one who’ll let him kiss her at the end of the night, maybe one who’ll let him stroke his hand up to the top of her stockings.

Applause rings out and he can hear uncle Tony cheering. There’s an exchanged grin and a proud nod from the elder man, tears in his eyes like he’s looking at his own son. Of course, Tony only had daughters, so Bucky was special to him; a fellow man in the family.

Sugar is peppy as she sings, almost prancing around the stage, energised by the folks who are dancing on the dancefloor in front of the stage.

Hey, listen to my story, ‘bout a gal named Daisy Mae Lazy Daisy Mae Her disposition, is rather sweet and charming At times alarming, so they say

Glass empty and another replaces it, sitting in the same condensation ring that marks its predecessor; Bucky has lost count of the drinks as the songs have flown by. The swell of emotion in his chest as he pounds or tinkles the ivories as desired, it’s almost euphoric. So much so, he doesn’t notice Sugar sashaying his way as she sings.

She has a man who’s tall-dark-handsome, large and strong To whom she used to sing this song

She drags her fingertips up his arm as she sings, over his shoulder, neck and into his hair. Then she spins, resting her back on his, dipping to her haunches and arching her back, earning whistles from the crown, a vicious blush from Bucky and a few fumbled notes of the tune.

Hey, Daddy, I want a diamond ring, bracelets, everything Daddy, you oughta get the best for me

Hey, Daddy, gee, don’t I look swell in sables? Clothes with Paris labels? Daddy, you oughta get the best for me

Bucky is already lost in the sway of her hips and the glistening red of her lips. She’s singing about champagne and caviar but all he hears are the breathy moments in between the verses where she’s almost gasping for breath.

He can’t remember how many whiskey’s he’s had but he knows now it’s too many. His skin burns and he needs air but all there is, is the rhythm of the music, the feel of the ivory under the pads of his fingers and a tightness in his groin that’s been building since she first levelled her glittering eyes at him.

Now she’s dancing around him, touching him, and teasing him with her sensuality, he’s already gone. He just prays the music comes out fine.

“You got one more song in you, sweetheart?” Sugar is leaning over him, her lips brush the shell of his ear and her perfume permeates down into his lungs, heady and so perfect. She’s got bare shoulders now, the bejewelled bolero jacket that was part of her dress now adorns the top of the piano with several empty glasses.

“One more song?” He blinks up and her and she grins, stroking his face gently. The crowd are calling for an encore and Sugar is thriving on their attention.

“Just one more.” She assures him. “For me?”

She doesn’t need to ask, he’s already caught in her snare, captivated by the desire in her voice and the heat in her gaze. He doesn’t know if it’s real, but he doesn’t care. He’s never been wanted like this by any woman, let alone one as gorgeous as her, and he’s never been so desperate to give a woman what she so clearly craves.

The rest of the band have gone back stage and it’s just the two of them out under the lights. Bucky feels so nervous all of a sudden he could lose his dinner but when Sugar climbs up on top of the piano, legs curled to the side, he’s more concerned with avoiding the view right up her legs.

Bucky is about to ask, but when she turns to him and winks, he knows what song.

Tinkling the keys, he delves into a soft and seductive jazz melody that’s so perfect for her it’s like her soul is pouring out into the air. Her grin is astonishing it lights her face up, stripping years off her like she’s closer to his age now instead of in her thirties.

Then she’s melting the words so they come out coy and teasing, and she’s flirting with her whole body; just enough leg, just enough cleavage, a perfectly-timed toss of her stunning red hair, and every time she says the words ‘makin’ whoopee’ his johnson twitches in his pants. But she’s not doing it for him, she’s doing it for them, or she’s doing it for her, it really doesn’t matter who, he thinks. She’s right there in front of him and it’s his music she’s moving to, his fingers making the notes that set her on fire, it’s him who she looks back towards and winks at subtly.

Later it’s him who she’s taking by the hand and it’s him whose lips are trailing down her neck. It’s him who is unzipping her dress and trailing his hands over her hips as he pushes the fabric to the floor. He doesn’t know how he got here but he isn’t complaining, not one bit.

She’s a sight to behold. Her lips are swollen and smeared red where he’s messed her lipstick, and she’s panting as she strips him of his shirt. Once he’s down to his shorts, erection tenting the front, she lifts his hands to her breasts where the stiff fabric of a strapless number presses against his palms. He stalls out, suddenly not sure what to do. He’s never gone this far with a girl before, let alone a woman like her.

Her smirk is beguiling as she shoves him backward into a worn, ochre-coloured armchair. His panic is momentary and he settles, sat forward, watching as she lifts her leg and with toes pressed to his chest, she pushes him back against the cushions.

The teasing way she unhooks her sheer stockings has a wet patch forming in the front of his shorts, the weeping tip of his johnson is eager. When her legs are bare she turns, presenting him with her clothed bottom. Then she bends, oh so slowly. Dragging her knickers down, exposing herself to him.

She mustn’t know he’s untested in the boudoir (as burly Nick put it earlier in the night), or she wouldn’t be teasing him so much. His brain is spouting words from the good book, somewhere in the depths; he’s never been one to listen but when they sound like his Ma he can’t help it. Lead us not into temptation.

“Temptation?” Sugar chuckles. Had he said that aloud? “Why resist it? There’ll always be more.” She tosses her knickers at him and steps forward.

Straddling his lap she places his hands on her hips as she rolls her body, unclothed womanhood dragging against the hardness in his shorts. Her bra is unhooked at the back and her perfect breasts spill forward in front of his ogling eyes.

“Touch me.” She moans softly, spurring him into action.

Kissing his way down her neck and into the valley between her gloriously large breasts, he cups her in both hands and squeezes, rubbing his palms over her nipples until they’re hard. She guides him carefully, showing him how to pinch and play with them, not too roughly but just firmly enough to have her gasping.

“I’ve never…” He swallows hard. Bucky Barnes has a reputation as a man all the ladies swoon after, but he’s no match for a woman of her experience.

“I know.” She moves against him, reaching down until her fingers reach her sex, and she’s stroking herself leisurely. “I’ve known plenty of men who didn’t know how to please a woman.” She moans, sliding her fingers fully inside herself as Bucky watches, astonished. “I’ve always found the time to teach every single one of them.”

She lifts her fingers to his mouth and he opens instinctively, feeling the salty sweet slide of her over his tongue. Lips close around her and he’s drinking her taste down with a groan. He wants to taste her again so he reaches down, strokes his fingers through the wet heat of her core, not brave enough to push them inside as she had, not yet anyway. He smears her arousal across her nipple and brings it to his mouth, sucking and nibbling. Just like with his fingers, there’s a balance to be found in the playful bite, firm suck and soothing lick of his mouth.

Soon, Sugar is practically singing for him. All her sassy flirtations are gone and she’s telling him what she wants. Her nipples and lips are swollen from his attention and the front of his shorts are soaked with both his and her arousal. The skin of her neck and chest is flushed red as she grinds against the finger he’s got buried in her womanhood. The beckoning motion she’d shown him is making his hand ache but he’s too wrapped up in the beauty of her to care. He’s never seen a woman orgasm before, let alone been the cause. He’s strung tight, excited beyond belief and she hasn’t even touched him yet.

Then he feels it; a tightening of the flesh around his middle finger. She’s quivering with need, working so hard toward the release she’s desperate for. It seems to go on forever, like she’s hanging on to the pleasure for grim death, but it’s just not enough.

Feeling bold he pulls back and gives her a second finger, pushing deeper inside her until he can feel the soft spot he was rubbing before. Digging his fingers in harder, he braces his thumb against the hooded nubbin beneath the whispy red of her pubic hair, and squeezes.

Her wail almost stops him in his tracks but the look on her face compels him to act. Harder this time he pulls his fingers against her, milking that sweet spot inside until he can feel the spasms start. Her breathing is erratic and she’s gyrating in his lap, shaking and moaning as her body spasms around his hand. It’s powerful, the way her muscles work and even when they start to die down, Bucky carries on.

“Too much.” She stills his hand with her own. She looks so beautiful, all flushed and satisfied. He wants her, wants to be in her, to feel with his prick what he felt with his fingers.

His mouth is on hers as he thrusts his hands under her thighs and stands. She squeals and clings to him a moment before she realises what’s happening. He’s about to deposit her on the floor of her dressing room when she halts him.

Bucky has never seen a condom before. He’s heard about them; standard issue for the army to stop the soldiers from catching venereal disease, and to stop them from fathering children in every city they visit. Sugar winks as she rolls the rubber down his erection. It feels strange and tight against his skin, and through it her hand feels less pleasurable but he moans nonetheless.

A multi-coloured crochet blanket is put down with a pillow from the armchair, and she lies back with her legs spread for him. The reddened petals of her flower are on display and Bucky feels the urge to taste her. Of course she’s sweet, and slightly musky but less salty than when he tasted from her fingers. Her legs twitch each time he licks past the hooded nubbin above her entrance, and he fancies that that’s the way he’s going to make her orgasm again.

And he does just that, with her hands buried in his hair and his fingers deep in her once more, pulling gently this time, he kisses and licks her until she’s shaking and moaning for him.

“I like a man who pays attention.” She smirks as he stares up at her with a look that’s no doubt revering. “I like a man who makes me scream even better.”

With her hand on his shoulder, she urges him forward until he’s hovering over her, afraid to lay his weight on her. It’s with a throaty giggle that she wraps her thighs around his hips and pulls him down, reaching between them to place the tip of his throbbing prick against her heat.

“Don’t keep a girl waiting.” She slaps his bare butt cheek. “I might go find what I need elsewhere.”

With a determined grunt, Bucky pushes into her, pushes against the resistance of her flesh, pushes into the pleasure that shoots down his prick and tightens something low between his hips. It feels so much different than touching himself, a less intense pleasure but there’s more of it, singing to the nerves in his abdomen and all the way up into his chest.

Sugar rolls her hips, urging him to move, and with her hands on his hips and her feet hooked under his buttocks she guides his movement, drawing from him smooth deep thrusts that hit all of the right spots for her and have him seeing stars before too long.

“I can’t… keep this… up.” He grunts, slightly ashamed that he can’t last.

“It’s alright, sweetheart.” She arches her back and sighs. “I’m close. Keep going.”

Bucky is panting heavily as the pleasure overwhelms him. Sugar is writhing and moaning beneath him and he can feel her muscles around him start to quake.

She’s going to climax, he thinks with joy. She’s going to climax while I’m inside her.

That’s it for him, the pulsing pleasure coursing down his spine, all around his prick and tingling over his scalp – it’s amazing. He spills into the condom but continues to thrust into her until she’s spent. Then and only then does he collapse forward with a disbelieving chuckle.

“This is the first time I ever known a woman like you.” He kisses her lips but she’s already turning away, rolling him off her to get some air.

“If I have my say, it won’t be the last.” She winks but there’s no gleam in her eye. She lights a cigarette and falls back onto that god-awful ochre chair.

“I don’t know if I should thank you or worship you.” Bucky notices that she seems diminished somehow, like her light has gone.

“I wouldn’t say no to both.” She’s looking up, not at him, as she blows smoke up to the ceiling. “Are you free tomorrow night?”

“For you, yeah.” He’s coming across eager but he doesn’t care. A lot of the effects of the whiskey are fading and he knows what he’s doing. He wants to see her again, to feel her again.

“What about the night after that?”

“Yes.” The condom comes free with a dull twang.

“And the one after that?”

“Sure.” He’s pulling on his shorts.

“Next week?

“Absolutely.” Bucky kneels in front of that horrific chair.

“Next month?” She asks, and he knows better than to think she wants a relationship. Someone like her could never be tied down.

“I’m free whenever you want me.” He flashes her his most charming and cheeky smile.

Her laugh is stifled behind that coy smirk she favours as she swings the leg that’s cocked over the arm of the chair. Her naked breasts and her womanhood are unashamedly and fully on display. Hell, if it didn’t send tingles of desire down into his gut again.

“Oh, I want your fingers alright.”

“Just my fingers?” He flirts back.

“For the purposes of the contract, yeah sweetheart, just your fingers.” The smoke from a long drag is blown in his direction. “The rest can be our little secret.”

“Contract?” Bucky balks, confusion sending a jolt to his chest.

“Yeah, sweetheart.” The gleam is back in her eyes, and her sultry smile teases the corners of her plush mouth once more. “Welcome to The Sugardrops, James Barnes.”

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