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[january31st]

Ablaze: Chapter 2

Cruella (2021) x reader

A/N: Lmao I’ve never been to London, you can throw eggs at me, yes. I wrote based on weather stereotypes. Moving along.

Warnings: catcalling? sorta? someone being sick (vomiting and passing out)

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~3000 words

The April showers did nothing to degrade your mood, in fact, it seemed as though nothing could. Also? Whoever came up with that saying definitely didn’t come to London much. More like April showers bring May more showers. Which in turn brings June more showers. Endless showers. Waterfalls from the sky all year long.

And on this specific Wednesday they weren’t quite just showers, the heavens seemed to have opened. After you got to the address you had now memorised by heart, you hopped up the steps and got in, leaving your umbrella with the other ones by the door.

You approached the front desk, smiling politely at the lady who sat across from it.

“How can I help you?” She asked.

“I have a meeting today? In just ten minutes.” You said showing her the card you had been given.

“Oh, I’m afraid it has been canceled dear.”

Frowning in confusion you asked “And when was it rescheduled to?”

She pressed her lips together, clearly at a loss for words “It wasn’t.”

“What? Can’t I set up another time for it?”

“I’m afraid not. I’m sorry.”

“Oh… Okay then. Thank you, have a nice day.” And with that you turned around to leave, grabbing the wet umbrella.

The smell of the rain was almost bitter now. What the hell were you to do with that? Keep performing until another chance showed up? It was probably a once in a lifetime thing, and without even knowing you screwed it up. The idea of grabbing your stupid guitar ever again made you mad.

You were now walking down the street, rain completely forgotten, just as the umbrella that was still unopened in your hand. God, how did you let this happen? You were so close you could almost touch that future, but it turned to smoke and you couldn’t figure out why. You stopped in your tracks to think about what had been your fatal mistake, and it seemed impossible to come to any conclusion.

As you sat there, clothes glued to you, you heard a honk from a car nearby, and saw a guy waving at you from inside it. You decided to ignore him, turned around, and wrapped your coat tighter around you, now awfully aware of how you should have opened the damn umbrella, only now was too late.

“Excuse me lady?” He shouted with a thick accent. “Are you Miss Y/N? Y/N Y/LN?”

You turned back around and walked closer.

“Who on earth are you?” you asked.

“Oh, I’m Horace, so very nice to meet you!” He answered, stretching his hand out from the passenger window. You shook it, only not to be rude.

“You should prolly hop in! It’s raining cats and dogs.” He said.

“Thank you, but I don’t think I will. I have somewhere to be.”

“Oh no one told us you had to be somewhere! I’m sorry to have come at a bad time then.” He said.

You were about to turn around again when you heard another voice from the driver’s seat.

“You idiot Horace! Hey, don’t mind him will ya? Artie told us to come pick you up.”

“What? Why would he do that? Do you even know Artie?” Your confusion only grew bigger with each sentence they said.

“Yeah, funny bloke he is! With the mullet? Such an interesting guy!” Said this Horace man.

“Horace! I’m Jasper by the way. I’m sorry that my friend here can’t act normal. We work with Artie, he asked us to pick you up here.” said the other one.

The rain seemed to have reached your bones by now, you felt achingly cold, so you ignored the strangeness of the situation and got in the car.

“So didn't you say you had to be somewhere?” Horace turned to face you in the back seat as the car started rolling down the street.

Your cheeks flushed, and before you could answer, the other one- this Jasper guy- answered for you.

“Mate don’t you think it’s a bit weird that you ask a lady to get in your car out of the blue? You didn’t have to be such a creep!”

“Oh yeah.. I see that.”

“I’m so sorry if we threw you off Y/N.”

“It’s okay” you answered before you sneezed loudly. “Crap.”

“I knew you’d get the sniffles out there.” Mumbled Horace.

After a while it dawned on you. If they worked with Artie then their boss had to be?

Your thoughts were only confirmed by the giant words you read outside:

House of DeVil

“Heh you see the funny thing? It’s spelled devil but it’s pronounced DeVil!”

“Mate if I have to hear you say that again I might throw myself from the Big Ben” said Jasper.

They led you into a side of the place you hadn’t seen on your first visit, her office was on the west-most part of the building, whereas now you headed in the opposite direction. With a smile and a “See you later” Jasper left you in what seemed to be a backstage/preparation sort of room, equipped with a bunch of vanity tables each with their own lighted mirror. On one of the walls sat a big storage cabinet and drawer chest which could only be filled with makeup.

Dripping coat now in hand, you cursed at yourself loudly when you caught a good glimpse of your wet clothes on one of the mirrors.

“Someone’s in a bad mood.” said a raspy voice behind you.

You spun on your heels to find the black and white haired woman standing by the door, cane in one hand and a folder in the other.

"I hope the boys didn't catch you at a bad time, darling, did they?" She asked.

"Well-"

"Good. So, my Spring collection will hit the runaway in two days. I do hope Artie told you that." she said, interrupting you.

"I mean, yes, but I didn't think I-"

And she cut you off again "So I do believe that today and tomorrow will be more than enough for you to practise your final looks for the show."

"So you're saying I'm hired? Now?"

"Why yes darling, why else would you be here?" she said with a malicious smile. "Follow me."

She led you to an adjacent room where you recognised the pieces from your "job interview", but also a couple more. One in particular grabbed your attention. There was no way you could describe it, just that it was exactly the type of piece you would gravitate toward. You had a fluid style, but this one somehow held your essence.

“They are magnificent, aren’t they?” she exclaimed in awe as if she hadn’t been the one designing them.

You hated to give her credit, but she was extremely talented, and there was no denying that those pieces were stunning. “Yes.” you answered when you realised it wasn’t just a rhetorical question.

“Soak them in a bit, they look much better in the flesh than on paper.”

“Here” she gave you the folder she had been holding. “I’ll have to lock the room up, but you can still conjure the looks.”

Although you tried very hard to stop it, while she was locking the room you sneezed again.

“Oh, darling, don’t you dare be ill for my show. I’ll have someone send you something to change into.”

“Thank you.” You said, once again, only not to come off as cross. Not that you cared to be very nice to her, mostly because you wanted to prove to yourself you weren’t mean like her.

“Gratitude’s for losers.” She answered, and it was all you needed to hear in your already annoyed state to snap back.

“What? Being polite is for losers?” and before she could say anything you added “I bet you think apologising is also for losers. Well, I’m sorry that you think being a decent human makes you weak.”

Instead of being mad at you, she only looked at you with an amused look about her, and oh boy did that make your anger burn even brighter. The silence was starting to really get to you, but thankfully, Artie came to the rescue as he so often did.

Only spotting you at first he exclaimed “Hello lovergirl!” you turned around to give him a look of why would you say that, and he only smiled in answer and greeted your boss as well.

She narrowed her eyes at the two of you and said “Oh? What have we here? Are you two…?”

You and Artie turned to each other and burst into laughter. Once he caught his breath again he answered no as you shook your head exaggeratedly. “That would be as if hell froze over!” he said.

“I thought you two were friends?” you said, confused that she would assume that Artie (of all people) would be dating you. “Cause of course he- well, we are friends with Dorothy.”

She answered only with a curious look and you said to Artie “I told you to stop calling me that in public.”

“And I’ve told you under what conditions I would stop.” he retorted.

Him mocking you again made you huff in frustration “I’m off to work, I guess” you said walking past him to get back to the makeup room.

“Not so fast foxy mama! I’m going to explain to you how the dice are going to roll on Friday. I’ll join you in a minute, let me just talk to the boss.”

Only you couldn’t stand being around her another minute so you walked away anyway. Then when he joined you, looking back down the hallway to check that she was gone, he poked fun at you one more time.

“I’ll stop calling you that once you stop swooning over every girl you meet.”

“It’s not my fault women are literal Goddesses walking among us! And I don’t swoon over every girl I meet.”

“Yeah? Give me one example.”

“Well… Her for one!” you answered, pointing outside the room.

“Sure, I’ll pretend I believe you.”

“Artie!! Don’t offend me like that, she’s the worst! If you didn’t come in just then she might have set me on fire.” when he raised his eyebrows in question you said “I might have gotten a bit snappy and told her that being nice wouldn’t kill her.”

“Either way, I was going to ask, how did you know what time to pick me up?” you asked when you remembered how you got there in the first place.

“Pick you up?” he looked at you confused.

“Yeah, the two funny guys. Jasper and Horace I believe it was, from the record label thing”

“Oh the boys picked you up? I didn’t know they did? And how did it go?”

“Well they told me you sent them to get me. And the meeting was cancelled, like, no explanation, just off.”

“Oh I’m sorry to hear that.”

But the circumstances of your mysterious ride there remained that way, because a girl came knocking on the door to give you the promised change of clothes. After that the two of you forgot about it and busied yourselves with work.

You spent the two days working closely with the models to make sure you could do everything flawlessly on the big day, and especially the girl who would be walking with that one dress, the signature piece for the show. Her name was Elizabeth Jones (who you called Lilly), and thanks to your friendliness, you actually got along with her well, not a friend per say, but a known face to greet around the workplace. Maybe the two of you worked a bit too close, or maybe she was just a bit more prone to it, because on the second day she started showing signs of having caught your sniffles. By the time your colleagues were heading back home -too late to still be at work either way- she looked awful, a bad fever coming up.

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Friday came by, the chaos in that building only getting more chaotic each minute the show approached. You were to spend the most part of it backstage, and you weren’t even mad about it, the fancy people who would be attending had to be all of that rude type.

But of course things couldn’t happen as planned.

About two hours before the guests arrived, you stumbled your way to the bathroom carrying Lilly, impossibly pale, and very much not okay. While she retched on the toilet you wet a towel to clean the sweat off, and held her crying in your arms and assuring her she would be okay.

Until she really wasn’t, and passed out on you.

At that you asked for the first person you saw to keep an eye on her while you ran to snatch some water and sugar from the kitchens. When you reached the door you were stopped by a cane on your arm.

“And what would you be doing here darling? So far away from your spot.” she asked, the last face you needed to see now, but also the one person who needed to know what was happening.

“Yeah we kinda have a situation… Lilly’s out cold. She really isn’t feeling well, I think we should take her to the hospital or call an ambulance or something.”

“Who?”

“Elizabeth? Your main model! The one with your signature piece!” you exclaimed.

“And so you came to the kitchen?” she asked.

“Yeah, to get her some water and sugar, basic passed out person treatment.” you answered, opening the door and going inside to look for it.

“How about the other ones? Have you finished their makeup?”

“Yes, everyone was ready to go”

“Well it’s not your job to nanny her. And she better be up and going for the show, we don’t have a replacement for her.” and though she said that with her usual coolness, you could sense she was not happy about it at all. “I don’t think you understand, but the spring collection is the most important event of the year.”

Sugar water now in hand, you moved back out and past her and said “I don’t think you understand, but the only place she’s going tonight is the hospital. She probably got my cold, but for some reason it hit her like a truck.”

She was walking fast to keep up with you, now clearly mad. “If she can’t do it then we won’t have anyone to walk the piece! I will be wearing my own gown, I can’t do it. And it was made to her measurements.”

Reaching the bathroom again you thanked whoever had been there, and asked for them to call an ambulance. Then you put the cup down on the floor and grabbed her face (now sort of conscious) with both hands. “Hey! Hey, please stay awake for me? We’re getting you to a hospital baby, you’ll be okay. Now I’m gonna need you to drink this.” you handed her the cup and put your hand to her forehead, burning as expected.

In between sips and sobs you reassured her and rubbed soft circles on her back, Cruella awfully silent by the door.

“Y/N what size are you?” she asked all of a sudden.

“What? Are you saying I should walk the signature piece?” You asked in shock.

“Yes darling, I don’t like it anymore than you do, but I don’t think there’s a better option.”

You told her your rough measurements and she stormed off, leaving you to your mum duty while the ambulance arrived. When it did, you carried Lilly outside and then came back in, finding Artie.

“Where is Cruella?” You asked him.

“Backstage, but trust me you don’t want to talk to her right now.” he said.

“I know, she must be pissed. I just shipped Lilly off to the hospital, and guess who will replace her?”

“Are you joking? Cruella put you on the runway? Oh that’s why she was fuming. I found her altering the dress, didn’t even know what had gotten into her.” he said, leading you to the back.

When he knocked on the door to the sewing room she told you to “Get over here” without even looking at you. She handed you the dress to put on and grabbed her pins while Artie helped you put it on. Stabbing you with them a couple times she put everything in place and then took a couple steps back to look at you. On her face was an expression you couldn’t quite place, she was angry but also somehow looked pleased to see you wearing the piece.

“So, as I’m sure, you are no stranger to being on the stage, you will just walk up to the front, stop for a moment, and wait for the others to join you, you are the last one but in the end you all walk together.” she said to you. You ignored the fact that she knew about your concerts and stuff and decided to concentrate only on what to do so you wouldn’t make a fool of yourself.

“You can take it off now, I’ll take care of sewing everything in place while you go off to get your makeup and hair done. We have half an hour I believe? Artie please go check that everything else isn’t going terribly wrong.”

You got back into the makeup room, and as you got ready, you quickly told the story to the other models, hoping for your life they wouldn’t be super pissed that you, and not one of them, a person who was hired to do this very job, got to do the most important one. Though given that you had become friendly with them, there was nothing much to really worry about, and they actually gave you tips on what to do.

It hadn’t settled into your mind that you were doing this until you were all ready and waiting for your cue to walk on stage. To your surprise, given that a while ago you had come face to face with the worst case scenario you could imagine, the night flowed beautifully.

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[january31st]

Ablaze: Chapter 5

Cruella (2021) x reader

A/N: i’m not sorry.

Warnings: uh, fire? and things related to it

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~2700 words

It was a really big building. Still, and even though the entrance was pretty far from the flames, your decision to get in either way wasn’t very smart.

Artie, luckily, wasn’t harmed in any way, he had come from the other side. The two of you met somewhere in the middle, just as people were fleeing the west wing.

“Oh my God, why are you in here?” he said.

“I don’t know Artie, I saw the flames I had to make sure you got out. Has anyone called the fire brigade?”

“Yeah, they were just on their way. But I have to go back, I have to warn the guys over on east and get the dresses out before this whole thing burns to the ground. Come lend us a hand, we have to be quick!” he said, already half running.

You followed him before the realization hit you.

“Artie, where is she?”

“Who Y/N??” he said, coming to a halt as well.

“Cruella!! Was she in her office? That part has to be burnt to a crisp!” Your stomach flipped.

“Fuck, I think she was, but everyone ran out as soon as they noticed it, most of them were already out when I came to the entrance.”

“Then wouldn’t she be the first running to the fucking dresses? Artie if she’s not out by now she’s got to be stuck in there!” You stared at each other in terror for a moment. “You go get the dresses, I’ll go check if she’s out.” You said.

“Y/N don’t do something stupid, she’s smart, she’s out already, somehwere.”

You ran the opposite way as you screamed “Then how has no one seen her?”

The thought of getting there and finding that it was already too late was making your heart clench. Why tho?

No time for that. You ran straight to where you remembered the office to be, asking everyone along the way if they had seen her.

Nothing, the smoke was starting to hurt on your throat, you felt like crying.

“Cruella?” you kept screaming, the sound scratching its way out of you painfully.

When you got to the end of the long corridor you were relieved to see that her doors weren’t on fire yet, so you hurried there and touched the first handle - hot.

Fuck.

The room was big though, fortunately it had a second door, so you tried that one.

You managed to open it and your blood ran cold when you looked inside: half of it was flames.

From the other side came a sob, so you turned and found her. Head between her hands, sitting in a corner on the floor.

“Hey let's go!” you said, but she didn’t seem to hear you.

“Hey, Ella?” you got closer “Are you hurt?”

She kept crying, so you bent down and tried to touch her hand so you could get her attention.

“Hey, look at me” you tried with a softer voice “We have to go. Now.”

She looked at you in confusion for a bit. “Grab my hand will you? Can you get up?”

“But-” she tried.

“It’s okay, are you hurt? We have to get up, I can carry you if you can’t walk.”

She put her hand in yours and you pulled her up with you. The two of you ran out hand in hand still, you used the other one to push a door aside. Bad idea, it collapsed in flames, your hand caught in them for a moment before you went in the opposite direction.

You cursed at the sting but kept rushing out of there, and it was only when you got outside that you realised how much your mouth and nose hurt as well.

The firemen had gotten there already, along with ambulances and random people who had brought water to drink.

She coughed beside you, so you asked again “Did you get hurt?”

She shook her head “No, I’m fine, your hand was on fire though.”

She looked more like herself now, the version of her you had seen up there was so, so different. Not the composed, always in control Cruella that you knew. She was terrified, she had just given up.

“Let’s get you patched up” she gave your other arm a squeeze and led you to one of the ambulances.

“Wait, I have to check on Artie, he went in for the dresses” you said, looking around.

“He’s over there, darling, he’s fine. You’re not.” you looked to where she was pointing as relief washed over you, so you let her take you to get your hand looked at.

Luckily it was your non-dominant one, because you could hardly move it. She sat right next to you as it was cleaned up and you were handed a cold compress to help the pain.

“Hold this for fifteen minutes, I’ll be back then to give you some silver nitrate so it doesn’t get infected.” said the guy from the ambulance, and then you thanked him.

Now it was the two of you alone, she sighed and leaned in to put her head on your shoulder for a moment, squeezing her eyes shut. With your good hand you grabbed one of hers.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you said, almost a whisper despite the noise around you. “You looked…. I don’t know, that wasn’t you up there.”

“I never thought this would happen again”

“Oh, sorry.. I forgot.” you said, then bit your lip as you realised how it must have felt to almost die in a fire for the second time. The tragedy of fire seemed to follow the both of you, in a way or another.

Her hand in yours, the way she was leaning on you, it was enough to forget everything she had done to hurt you. For those fifteen minutes there was only the two of you. Nothing else around you mattered because the minute you found her, you realised that not knowing if she was alive or not was even more painful than the hurt she caused. It was unbearable. You had a hard time recalling a time when you had felt so desperate before.

Why the hell did you do that really? Because it was the right thing to do? Was that really it? Deep down you knew it wasn’t just that. This wasn’t the first time you were faced with this situation, only the circumstances were totally different. This time you actually had the power to save that person, it was in your hands this time. It wasn’t on the other one, but you still blamed yourself for it, for not being able to save Pietro.

But that also wasn’t it, was it? Not all of it, not entirely. She was holding your hand in both of hers, the most precious thing in the world it seemed. A grip both light and tight. She held something she couldn’t bear to break, not again, and she couldn’t bear to see it gone from the place it occupied. Afraid of losing it. Just the same way you had been afraid of losing her in the flames too.

The same man came back as promised, and then he bandaged your hand loosely, telling you how to take care of it from then on. She had gotten up and was waiting for you to go talk to Artie, see what the situation was in general.

He gasped as he caught a glimpse of your hand “Y/N!! I told you to be careful, oh my God. Think about your integrity as well for once!”

“I’m fine, don’t worry. But it was worth it, I got her out of there in time. She got… trapped in the rubble” you said, looking at her.

“Well, we got the dresses all out.” he said, still looking at your hand in dismay. He looked at her as well now “We were thinking about sending them to the warehouse? I reckon they’ll be safe there, no one knows it’s yours besides the staff.”

She nodded in agreement “Yeah, I think so. Horace and Jasper could easily find a truck to take them, I’ll take care of that in a bit.” She took a deep breath, it seemed to hurt for her as well “But how did the fire start? Was this an accident or…?”

“What the fire brigade says is it started accidentally at the neighbours’, most likely. Gas leak, forgotten candle. Just spread onto us before anyone could notice. Thankfully no one got hurt. For the most part.” He shot you another look “It really sucks because most of the important parts got destroyed right after we got the dresses out. It’s not gonna be a pretty fix-up.”

“That’s fine, I’ll manage.” she answered. “I’m going to see if I can find a phone, hit the boys up”

He waited for her to be gone before saying “Y/N! I seriously don’t understand you. I thought you couldn’t stand her! And I mean fair enough, she did you dirty. But what happened to the whole ‘I'll explode your head if I see you’ thing?” his face screwed in pain for a moment “It was about Pietro right? I’ll keep repeating myself until the end of time, but what happened to him wasn’t your fault, and you couldn’t have changed it”

“Well, no I wasn’t thinking about Pietro then, I just wasn’t thinking at all, were you? I mean I don’t know, something felt wrong. But, in the end, isn’t everything I do for him?” you paused.

“And I was right, I found her just in time. And I still can’t stand her, but I don’t know, seems a bit extreme to just let her die. Like yeah, she fucked everything up for me, but saving her also works to say I’m nothing like her.” he lifted an eyebrow at you “Yeah, I’m making a point Artie.”

“Sure. And by making a point you won’t be able to play guitar for how long? A month at least, by the looks of that.” he said.

“Shit you’re right. Fuck.”

So technically now she had gotten in between you and music twice. Great. You managed to forget about it before but now there was no way of unseeing it.

“Y/N do you have the keys? I think I’ll be going now, are you coming too?”

“Oh yeah, here” you handed him the keys “I need to tell the band what happened though. The bar is on this side of town, I think I’ll meet up with them. See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Don’t stop to save anyone else on your way.” he mocked you.

You saw him go to Cruella to say he was going home, and you started walking in the direction of the bar. You had lost track of time, it was getting late, so by now some members of the band must be there already.

When you got there everyone was a bit upset, especially because you didn’t know for how long you wouldn’t be able to play, but they were understanding in general. You called the concert off for the night but had set on finding someone to play while you couldn’t, because after all, you could still sing.

You walked out of the bar, tried to look for a bus back home. It was still hard to breathe, and the pain on your hand had gotten even worse, you didn’t feel like walking all the way back.

The issue was that the closest bus stop you could recall was the one at the House of De Vil, so you walked back, a bit annoyed.

The promised truck had already arrived and a couple people were putting the dresses in to be shipped off. It was getting dark now, cold as well, you forgot your coat because you thought you’d be going straight home.

“Y/N!” You heard Jasper say. “Hey, I heard what happened today, you were quite the hero.”

“Oh, don’t say it like that, I hardly thought about what I was doing.” you answered, uneasy.

“Seriously, I mean… after what happened… I-”

“It’s okay Jasper.”

“No, really, we had no idea why we were picking you up that day. I honestly still don’t know how we just do what she tells us. I’ve been feeling quite bad since I found out actually.”

“Don’t, it wasn’t your fault, and things were never supposed to get out of hand like that. I really wish I didn’t do the runaway that day. She got really pissed about that.”

“Well” he looked around “Don’t tell her I told you, but she’s been feeling bad about it too. She wouldn’t admit it, I don’t think, she might say she feels bad about not having your talent on her team, but in reality sometimes she rambles about how she went too far with you”

“Oh? Really? I’ve been paranoid this whole time that she would come after me and kill me or something.” the both of you laughed.

“Nah, I don’t think she would. She likes you, you know? You’re exactly the type of person she likes to keep around. I mean, she isn’t who she was before, but if this happened a year or two ago she would have apologised to you.”

“Well, I didn’t make it easy either, I lashed out too, might have threatened to hit her…”

“I don’t blame ya”

“Uh, well, you guys are going to the warehouse right? I live near there, do you have an extra seat for me?” you asked, realising that you didn’t want to get into a bus with random people either, and also because he was nice to talk to.

“Yeah, we do, we’ll just finish this and you can hop in the front” he answered with a smile.

As you sat there waiting you felt someone grab your arm, and as you turned around you found her. You cursed yourself for still being struck by her. Only more and more every time, it seemed, a part of you wanted to forgive her and be close to her, but after all she had done you just couldn’t allow yourself. She had yet to apologise or even acknowledge it since, so you tried to not give into her.

She pulled you away from everyone else and spoke with a low voice “Why did you do that?”

“Do what? What did I do wrong this t-”

“No, why did you go up there? I owe you now.”

“You don’t, seriously, I don’t want anything from you. It’s better that way” you tried to walk away but she caught you again, coming closer to you this time.

“Oh? Is that why you saved me?” she said with her malicious smile, her breath hitting your face. “Don’t tell me you were being nice, you could have asked anyone else to do it” she looked at your burnt hand “Someone more qualified… But you went all that way for me, darling. That tells me all I need to know.”

You took a step back so she could see your face properly, and to get a straighter posture “It doesn’t tell you shit. It tells you I do things impulsively in dangerous situations and I don’t think about consequence. It’s better for the two of us if we don’t talk ever again, you might have too much fun taking advantage of me.”

“Hey, we’re done!” shouted Horace.

“I’m going now, have a lovely night” you said with a fake smile.

“Wait-” she tried, but you didn’t look back and got into the truck before she could say anything else. On the way to the warehouse you did feel bad for leaving like that, but it was nothing compared to how you would feel a few minutes after getting there.

Afterward she explained it to you. Just after you left, someone from the reception gave her a note that had been dropped there before the fire. She had realised what it implied the moment she read it, and she tried to make it in time to the warehouse, she swore to you, time and time again. But she hadn’t.

You’ll never be as great as the baroness. Your punk show is over.

But the troubles for that day were far from over.

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