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Galactica, Chapter 106 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica
A/N: Click here if youâre looking for previous chapters (or here if youâd rather read on AO3). đŤ
Previously: The Galactica Fashion Week Runway show went off without any major malfunctions.Â
This Chapter: Welcome to the Afterparty! Networking, awkwardness, flirting, drunken shenanigans and a threat of homicide (or notâŚwe certainly didnât hear anything).Â
***
There was a genuine smile on Fameâs face after the show closed, and Trixie could finally relax.
The show was a success. Everything was fine.
Of course, there would be the evaluations, the meetings, the press, the sales figures, but none of that really mattered if Fame wasnât satisfied with what they had created.
In reality, Trixie just wanted to go home, to spend time with Katya, but he had promised Fame to hang around at the party, had even changed into a suit and tie for it, the jacket as always restrictive and uncomfortable. There were still plenty of shows, Raja and Fame would be leaving for Europe on monday at the latest, but as far as Trixie was concerned, his role at fashion week was fulfilled, at least until the late spring.Â
Trixie took a sip from his champagne flute. He had hesitated before grabbing one, his sense of solidarity towards Katyaâs sobriety even fiercer now that she was pregnant, but he was allowed a glass to celebrate a well-received collection.Â
âTrixie!â
Trixie coughed, nearly choking on his drink as he came face to face with none other than Chad Michaels. Chad was one of New Yorkâs most well known philanthropists, and therefore also someone that everyone in fashion had some sort of working relationship with, since she constantly needed new fabulous clothes.Â
Chad was in her 60s, but that didnât stop her from enjoying and experimenting with fashion, her dress for the night a gorgeous Galactica in beautiful cranberry red from the holiday collection.
âJust the man I needed to see!â Chad smiled as she grabbed his elbow, a slightly manic look in her eyes, heavy jewelry dangling from her ears, the scent of Chanel reaching his nose. âThe closing dress. Has anyone claimed it? Please tell me Iâm the first one!â
âAh.â Trixie should have expected that Chad wanted to buy it. She was one of their most loyal customers, constantly photographed in their designs, and never shying away from praising the brand. Of course she would want Violetâs dress. Their newest designer had really outdone herself yet again. âIâm really sorry, but I think itâs an archival.â
The Galactica archive was something to behold, Ivy guarding it with her life, the room temperature controlled and as secure as any bank vault. Trixie hadnât heard Raja make the final decision, but he had seen the look on Fameâs face, had felt the mood shift amongst the audience as they were moved by the piece.
It was too early to tell, but Trixie wouldnât be surprised if fashion journalists would look back at this very show as a pivotal moment in Galacticaâs history.
âIâll be damned.â Chad sighed heavily. âI was hoping to wear it for the Met.â
âYou havenât decided on a dress?â The Met Gala was only three months away, the first Monday in May approaching at a worrying pace.
âI thought I did, but nothing truly inspires. You know how it is.â
Trixie nodded. Unsure of what to do, how to help, when he spotted exactly who he needed in the crowd.
âViolet!â
Violet turned, and he beckoned her over. She walked towards them, and as Trixie took in her bright eyes, the pink flush of her cheeks, he realized that she must be quite tipsy. He wondered if bringing her over was a mistake, but too late now. So instead he put an arm around her shoulders.Â
âViolet is one of our most fabulous couture designers. She designed the closing look that you love so much.âÂ
âYou did?â Chad asked, eyes widening as she took Violet in.Â
âYes.â
âCongratulations dear,â Chad said, lifting her glass in a toast. âYou have a great talent.âÂ
âThank you.âÂ
âNow, of course, Iâll talk to them about the dress you want, but if I canât make that happen, what would you say to this extremely talented young lady whipping you up something custom for the Met Gala?âÂ
Violet turned to him, a panicked look on her face, gripping his jacket. âBut, Raja-â
Shit. He hadnât told her that Raja rejected all of her designs, or that heâd enlisted other concepts from Aurora, because he didnât want to stress her out this week, not with everything she was dealing with being back in Fameâs office. And he certainly couldnât explain all that right here, right now. He leaned in and spoke softly, under his breath.Â
âDonât worry, weâll work it out. Just play along, weâre making a sale.âÂ
Violet nodded, and turned back towards Chad with a smile, who was looking at them with a delighted expression, hands clasped together.Â
âWell that sounds divine! With your design genius and my impeccable taste, weâre bound to blow them all away!â Chad smiled, then glanced around before lowering her voice conspiratorially. âGranted, I do wish the theme was better, butâŚwhatever Anna says goes, eh?âÂ
Trixie laughed, and looked over to see that Violet was giggling too. He relaxed a bit, feeling good, that Violet and Chad would at least get along fine, and that maybe this way she wouldnât be too heartbroken about losing the Raja job.Â
***
âOkay,â Symone exclaimed, lifting her arms in the air. âWhoâs ready for the next round?!âÂ
âAlmost,â Adore laughed, her arm draped loosely around Tatiâs waist, pulling her in to say, âHave I told you how much I like your new roommates? Theyâre fucking fun.âÂ
âThey are,â Tati giggled, âbut not good at pacing themselves.â Tati lifted her cocktail, the vodka soda a model standard that Adore knew all too well. âIâm not even halfway done with this one, how are you ready for another round?âÂ
âThese drinks are free and the booze is premium. Keep up!â Symone exclaimed, clapping her hands. âRight, Bim?âÂ
âOne sec.â Bimini tossed back the last of her whiskey and set the glass down on the table heavily. âAlright, love. Lead the way.âÂ
âYaaaas!â Symone pranced towards the bar, Bimini following close behind.Â
Tati turned to Adore, shaking her head. âI thought we drank a lot, but those girls. They fucking drink. Itâs a little worrying. I mean, weâre like, at work.âÂ
âYouâre cute,â Adore laughed some more, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Sheâd been thoroughly annoyed when Bianca left, but maybe it was for the best. After all, now she had a chance to hang out with Alaska, Tati and her friends, and avoid the tense adult drama altogether.Â
âThanks.â Tati smiled, then lowered her eyes, biting her lip.Â
âYou okay, babe?âÂ
âYeahâŚumâŚI should probably tell you something.âÂ
âOkay?âÂ
Tati closed her eyes and sighed.Â
âWait, whatâs wrong?â Adore asked, squeezing her forearm. âYouâre freaking me out!âÂ
âIâm sorry. Itâs probably not that big a deal, justâŚso, when we were backstage, Pearl was walking around. Taking pictures and shit.âÂ
âOh. Right.â Adore was trying not to think about her ex, wandering around the party, though of course she knew she was there. Maybe someday it would be possible to be in the same room as Pearl and ignore her presence entirely, but unfortunately, Adore hadnât reached that stage just yet.Â
âAnywayâŚâ Tati played with the cuffs of Adoreâs jacket, biting her lip. âShe clearly didnât recognize me. Or like, remember that weâd hung out like ten times while yâall were dating, becauseâŚumâŚâÂ
âShe hit on you, didnât she?â Adore asked. She could see how clearly uncomfortable Tati was, and wanted to end her suffering as quickly as possible.Â
âYeah. But I told her to fuck off! I mean, I didnât quite say âfuck off,â cause I was like, not trying to get fired, but she got the message loud and-â
Adore wrapped her arms around Tati and pulled her in for the biggest, warmest hug.Â
âI love you so much.âÂ
âI love you too! Youâre not mad, are you?â Tati asked, face tucked into her neck.Â
âAt you? Of fucking course not!â Adore pulled back, taking both of Tatiâs hands in hers. âButâŚI mean, thank you, for being loyal and shit. ButâŚdo you like her?âÂ
âNo! After how she treated you? I think sheâs an asshole,â Tati said.Â
Adore grinned and nodded, squeezing her hands. In spite of feeling absolutely self-righteous about it at the time, Adore had been feeling some creeping guilt about the way sheâd handled things with Dahlia. Maybe the situation wasnât as black and white as sheâd first assumed. Especially after her recent conversations with Aja, and getting back into band practice.Â
âOkay,â she said. âButâŚI mean, weâve both moved on, obviously, soâŚif you did like her-â
âBitch, she didnât deserve you, which means she doesnât deserve me,â Tati said, with a toss of her long, dark hair.Â
Adore laughed, hugging her again.Â
âI love you, so much.âÂ
âYou said that already.âÂ
âI know. But I really do.âÂ
âSame,â Tati replied, lashes fluttering.
âUhhâŚhi? Am I interrupting something?â asked a voice, and Adore turned to see Alaska, looking a bit awkward, albeit fabulous, in a leopard-print pencil skirt and cropped black cardigan with turquoise trim, appletini in her hand.  Â
âLasky!â Adore broke away from Tatianna and threw her arms around Alaska, exclaiming, âEveryone looked amazing, omigod! Where have you been?!âÂ
âHi, thanks! Uh, long story, one of the freelance artists had an issue, but everythingâs fine now. Are you guys, umâŚâ her eyes darted back and forth between Adore and Tati.Â
âYeah, yeah, weâre good. Just having a bestie moment. Obviously you know Tati. Youâre the one responsible for her face looking like fucking perfection.âÂ
âMe and some stunning genetics, yup. Hello, Tatianna,â Alaska held out a hand for a strangely formal handshake. âIncredible work on the runway today.â
âHi again,â Tati said, âThanks.â
âSoâŚI guess your sisterâs not here?â Alaska asked.
âDonât get me started,â Adore said, rolling her eyes.Â
âRight. Well, please tell her I said hi. I was looking forward to chatting about the makeup shoot.âÂ
âSure.âÂ
Alaska took a sip of her drink, arm wrapped around Adoreâs waist. After a beat, Tati and Adore exchanged a look. The energy was slightly weird, but Adore couldnât exactly put her finger on why. Luckily, before she could worry too much, Bimini and Symone returned with the next round and soon everyone was chatting, the awkwardness forgotten.Â
***
âHey, strangerâŚâÂ
Karl turned to see Detox, his hair a cool, wintery blue that matched his sport coat, a wicked smirk on his face. Heâd meant to say hi to him before the show, but had gotten stuck in traffic and only arrived with moments to spare, sliding into his seat just in the nick of time, his heart pounding at the thought of incurring Fameâs infamous wrath.Â
âHi!â Karl pulled Detox in for a hug, kissing him on the cheek. âWhy do you look like the cat that swallowed the canary? Got some big scoop?âÂ
âWell, sort of, but unfortunately, not one I can use,â he said.Â
âWhy not?âÂ
âThe girls are still fighting,��� Detox said pointedly, raising his blue brows and shaking his head.Â
âUgh, that again?â Karl rolled his eyes.Â
âYeah, Bianca shot out of here like a bat out of hell, the second the show was over. Made some sorry excuse about another commitment.âÂ
âItâs been literal months,â Karl said, âDonât they have anything more interesting to worry about?âÂ
âWhy donât you ask Fame?â Detox suggested, nodding towards the woman of the hour, who was striding towards them, her cream-colored cape billowing behind her, a beautiful woman in pale pink at her side. Detox sipped his drink, giving Karl another gleeful sideways glance. A dare.Â
Well, two could play that game. Karl pursed his lips and cocked his head, asking, âWhy donât you, tough guy?âÂ
Detox blinked, and then his smirk grew slightly as he turned towards the women.Â
âFame!âÂ
Fame stopped and turned to them, her typically placid hostess smile on her face.Â
âHello my darlings. How are you? Did you enjoy the show?â She walked forward, giving each of them air kisses.Â
âIt was divine as always,â Karl cooed, happy to hang Detox out to dry on this one.
âYes, wonderful,â Detox said. âAnd-âÂ
âIâm sorry, I donât believe weâve met. Iâm Karl Westerberg, Elite London.â Karl reached out to the young woman beside Fame, offering his hand, as Detox rolled his eyes, annoyed at the interruption.Â
âHi. Shea Coulee. Iâm a journalist, doing a profile of Miss Fame for Vogue.âÂ
âVogue, did you say?â Karl raised an eyebrow, just slightly. That certainly was interesting. âFabulous.â
âSpeaking of Vogue,â Detox cut in. âI noticed a certain someone seemed in an awful hurry to get out of here after the show.âÂ
âIf you mean Ms. Wintour, sheâs right over there,â Shea said, gesturing to the other side of the party, where Anna Wintour was talking to Grace Coddington and Vanessa Van Cartier.
âNo, I didnât mean Anna. I meantâŚanother Editor-in-Chief we all knowâŚâ Detox said, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. âAnd I was just wondering if you had any opinions, thoughtsâŚfeelings to share about that?â
âIâm sure I have no idea what you mean,â Fame said. âAnd Iâm also sure that if you keep gossiping about things in this manner, that I have a way to kill you that wonât ever be traced back to me.âÂ
Fame smiled at him, the icy one with daggers in her eyes she reserved for special times.Â
âYou do realize that you just threatened homicide in front of a witness and a journalist, right?â Detox asked, eyes wide with feigned shock.Â
âDoesnât that tell you how absolutely sure I am that I wonât even be a suspect?â Fame asked, that smile back that should have terrified Detox more than it apparently did. It certainly terrified Karl. âBesides, Karl didnât hear anything, did you Karl?âÂ
âHear anything about what?â Karl asked quickly, playing along.Â
âTraitor!â Detox muttered.
âI assume this conversation is off the record?â asked Shea.Â
âWell,â Fame twirled the stem of her champagne glass, looking Detox up and down slowly. âIs Detox important enough that it matters?âÂ
Shea smirked, catching on perfectly, mimicking her supercilious gaze before saying, âProbably not.âÂ
âGood,â Fame answered.Â
Detox opened his mouth as if to protest, but nothing came out.Â
Fame patted him on the shoulder, smoothing down his lapel with a victorious smirk.Â
âBye, boys. Behave,â she said, turning on her heel and sashaying off, Shea right at her side.Â
***
Bob technically wasnât supposed to have a tray, but all it took was a little of his signature charm, some flirting with one of the servers, and bam! Now he had nearly 20 shots he could easily carry back to his table. On the way, he spotted little Violet, who looked like sheâd had a few herself, all alone.Â
âViolet!â he called, grinning.Â
âOh, hi!â she looked up and smiled back. She was wearing a black dress with long sleeves and a high neck, the outfit screaming unimportant assistant.
As he approached, he made sure the shots were balanced before slinging an arm around her. It was nice that Upstairs let them attend these parties in the first place. Bob sure wasnât gonna be the one to give them a reason to stop.Â
âHey girl! What are you doing all by yourself? Whereâs Sutan?â
âWorking-â
âBoring!â Bob groaned and Violet giggled, a smile of her lips as she brushed some of her hair behind her ear.Â
âActually, I was just talking to-â
âIs it work related?â
â⌠Yes?â
âThen I donât want to hear it tonight.â Bob looped his arm with Violetâs. âCome celebrate with us! Everyone wants to toast to you and that finale dress! You fucking slayed the house down!â
Violet laughed and rolled her eyes, following him to the table where some of the other designers were waiting, along with a few friends.Â
Kade, especially, seemed thrilled to see her, squealing and throwing his arms around her, then immediately pressing a shot into her hand. Several rounds later, Sutan finally showed up, looking a bit frazzled and worried, but recovering nicely as soon as he saw that his girlfriend was all in one piece, safe and emotionally sound.
âSutan!â Violet gave an uncharacteristic yelp of delight, throwing her arms around Sutanâs neck and placing sweet kisses all over his face, Sutan laughing at the unexpected shower of pecks.
âHeyyy, itâs the boyfriend of the year!â Bob said, looking up at him with a grin as Sutan pulled away from Violet, carefully unpeeling her.
âHi, Bob,â Sutan smiled. âNice to see you again.â
âLikewise.â Bob nudged Maxwell on the shoulder, knowing his boyfriendâs little crush was something that gave him endless embarrassment. âMaxwell, say hi to Sutan.â
âStop it,â Maxwell hissed, then said, âHi Sutan. Thank you for, umâŚthe models.â
He cringed, and Bob patted him on the back.Â
âI hope they were well-behaved. Especially the new ones,â Sutan said.Â
âOh, oh yeah, they did a great job,â Maxwell said.Â
âThere ya go, that wasnât so hard,â Bob whispered.Â
âI hate you,â Maxwell said under his breath, through gritted teeth, the smile still plastered over his face. He focused back on Sutan, offering, âWould you like to have a seat?â
âOh, thatâs alright, Iâm just here to check up on Violet,â he said, passing her a drink.Â
âAre we leaving yet?â Violet asked, confused.
âNo, no. I still have laps to make. You just stay with your friends. I simply wanted to make sure you were alright and still here. Iâd hate to have to sacrifice another set of shoes later.â
Violetâs eyes bulged open. âSutan!â
âWhat?â Kade asked, confused. âShoes? Whatâs he talking about?â
Bob perked up, deeply interested. What could have made her react so strongly? This sounded like a story he had to hear.Â
âNothing! Heâs talking about nothing!â Violet said, shooting a death glare up at him making Sutan laugh.
Bob smiled to himself, lifting another shot to his lips. Heâd keep that one under his hat for now; he could always grill Ms. Chachki later, maybe trade it for something once she was back in design.Â
Kade leaned forward, resting his chin on his knee, gazing up at Sutan. âHas anyone ever told you that you have real Daddy energy?â he asked, lashes fluttering.Â
Maxell immediately turned as red as a beet and elbowed him hard in the ribs.Â
âOW!â Kade shrieked. âWhat?! He does!âÂ
âThank you, Kade,â Sutan laughed, âI think?âÂ
âYouâre welcome,â Kade said, leaning back, a smug grin on his face. He stuck his tongue out at Maxwell for good measure.Â
Maxwell turned to Bob with a scowl, muttering, âNext time you bring him, donât forget the shock collar.âÂ
âHave another drink, Cracks,â Bob said, handing over a shot.
âUmâŚâ Violet looked up at Sutan, blinking slowly. âI actually think I haveâŚhad one or two more than IâŚumâŚâÂ
âAre you saying you want to take off?â he asked quietly.Â
âYes,â Violet said. She extended her arm and let Sutan pull her up into a standing position.Â
The guys called out their farewells, with Kade sure to sneak in a âBye Daddy!â before diving into Bobâs lap for protection from Maxwell.Â
***
âMmh,â Raja hummed against Ravenâs lips, the two of them kissing. She knew it was the Galactica party, and that she should mingle as much as possible, but Raven was just utterly irresistible tonight.
There was nothing sexier than a Raven who glowed with confidence, who oozed the knowledge that she was hot, that knew she had done a good job, and few things boosted Raven as much as a fashion show gone well.
Raja moved, pressing Raven against the wall, holding her by the waist and kissing her neck, the scent of perfume filling her nose.
âRaj-â Raven moaned, cutting herself off, nudging her with her face. âRaja. My hair.â
Raja looked down, a strand of Ravenâs hair caught in her watch, black and silver tangled together.
âFuck.â Raja moved, which made Raven wince, a laugh escaping both of them as Raven grabbed her wrist and carefully freed her hair.Â
âSorry.â Raja wrinkled her nose, settling her hands on Ravenâs hips, giving her a squeeze as she leaned in to kiss her again, when Raven suddenly pulled away.
âViolet!â Raven waved, her boobs pressing against Rajaâs chest, her fiancĂŠe practically crawling over her shoulder. âOver here!â
Raja turned her head, watching as Sutan and Violet came towards them, her brother smiling and waving back. Violet was clinging to his arm, leaning on his shoulder, and Raja couldnât help the stab of annoyance at the sight, Violet practically acting like she owned him.
They all greeted each other, Raven grabbing Violet and hugging her tightly as Sutan pressed a kiss against Rajaâs cheek, his low rumble switching to Indonesian.Â
[Congratulations] Sutan pulled back slightly, [on another job beautifully done.] He grinned, his eyes sparkling, delight dancing in his expression. [You up to split a cab?]
[Not sure I should leave yet. Itâs sort of my company.]
[Oh yeah, and youâre doing so much networking over here], Sutan chuckled, wiping a bit of Ravenâs lipstick off of the corner of her mouth.Â
âTouchĂŠ,â Raja smirked, allowing her brother to touch her. [Okay, letâs go home.]
âOoh! I know that word!â Raven perked up, making both Raja and Sutan laugh. âWeâre leaving, right?â
âIâm glad to see your language studies are finally picking up, Raven.â Sutan smiled. âIt took what? Five years?â
âAnd for thatâŚâ Raven reached out, taking Sutanâs tie between her fingers, âyou can come get the jackets with me.â
Raja hadnât expected Raven to volunteer, such a menial task something she usually let others do for her, her fiancĂŠe the exact spoiled brat Raja herself had created.Â
She watched her walk away, but then, Raven glanced over her shoulder, a smoldering look in her eyes, a swing in her hips, and Raja realized that it was a tease just for her, leaving her behind with nothing for company but the throb of her clit.
That, and Violet, of course.Â
Violet was leaning against the wall, apparently completely content not to speak, her normally shrewd eyes wandering listlessly over the crowd, head lolling back. She definitely wasnât her typical put-together self. Too many drinks from the open bar after a day of running around on an empty stomach, she suspected.Â
Raja didnât think she hated Violet, but she didnât have anything to say to her that wasnât about work.Â
UnlessâŚ
The Galactica party was - obviously - filled with beautiful women, and Raja was struck with an idea. She quickly swept the crowd, looking for someone, anyone, that stood out from the rest. This would be the perfect time to get her uncensored opinions.Â
She tried to remember which model Violet had been enamored with during the castingâunfortunately, she was so annoyed in that moment that she forgot to make note of the girl, but she did seem to remember that it wasnât one of the waif-y stick-thin ones, and she was pretty sure it wasnât a white girl, either.Â
She spotted someone just right, heading towards the bar. One of their influencers, a sexy Filipino girl with an ass to die for (especially in the thigh-high Louboutins she had on), her long, glossy curls bouncing as she walked.Â
âWhat do you think of her?â Raja nudged Violetâs arm, pointing out the young woman with a subtle nod of her head.
âMarina Summers?â
Raja smirked, not really surprised that Violet knew the name of everyone at the party, even in this state. She was Fameâs assistant after all, so she had probably pored over the guest list, making sure to memorize it all, in case Fame needed it.Â
âYes, her. Cute outfit, right?â
âMmm. I like her handbag. Very on trend right now,â she said, a slight slur in her voice.Â
Raja rolled her eyes. Marina was wearing a low-cut, backless mini-dress that barely covered her ass, but of course her handbag was what Violet commented on. Raja decided to try again, gesturing to a stunning girl with rich, dark skin, an hourglass figure, and a fur coat hanging off her shoulders. All she wanted was for Violet to drunkenly comment on her body, her tits, something she could use.
âWhat about her? Isnât she pretty?â
 Violet turned to Raja with a puzzled expression, blinking slowly. âAre you trying to find someone for a campaign?âÂ
Raja cringed inwardly, realizing what a nightmare it would be for her if Violet repeated their conversation back to Raven. She was disappointed that her plan had failed, but better that than to get in trouble.Â
âYeah. WeâreâŚwell, I had an idea to maybe bring some more faces on board for this yearâs resort collection. Not just models, but maybe some people with real followings,â she said, covering quickly, adding, âI havenât talked to Pearl or Alyssa though, what do you think?âÂ
âOh, uhhâŚthatâs not really my area.âÂ
âFair enough.â Raja sighed, noting with some relief that Sutan and Raven were heading back their way. âLooks like youâre off the hook.â
***
âDonât be a stranger, okay?â Pearl said, winking.Â
âWouldnât dream of it,â the older woman purred, vodka oozing from her pores as she leaned in to press her lips to Pearlâs cheek.Â
Pearl knew that working the room was an important part of her job. (Especially her current company, a brand manager who had been giving them free liquor and bartenders at every party for the past three years in exchange for a rather modest company credit on Galacticaâs website.)
However, sheâd been at it all evening, and it was starting to get a bit tiresome. Even professional schmoozers needed a break once in awhile. So as soon as sheâd extricated herself from the womanâs clutches, she took a deep breath and looked around for a friendly face, maybe a coworker with whom she could chill for a few minutes, just to catch her breath. Luckily, a couple of designers were nearby. And to Pearlâs delight, she noticed that April was among them.Â
She wondered why sheâd never paid much attention to April previously. After all, she was definitely hot, and talented, and if their conversation earlier was any indication, she liked to play. Pearl fixed her face into a sad expression and approached the designers, looking as dejected as possible.Â
âGood lord, Pearl!â Blu exclaimed. âAre you alright?â
Pearl heaved a dramatic sigh. âYeahâŚâ
âOh my godâŚâ April muttered, shaking her head.
âWhatâs wrong?â Gia asked. Â
âI just, umâŚhave been having a roughâŚâ Pearl sighed again.Â
âYouâre fucking ridiculous,â April said. She laughed and took a sip of her drink.Â
âApril!â Blu admonished.
âGuys, sheâs full of-âÂ
âI thought you said that youâd talk to me aboutâŚnevermind, Iâm sorry to bother youâŚâ Pearl hung her head and turned slowly, taking a few steps away from the table.Â
âPearl! Donât go!â Gia cried. âApril, whatâs wrong with you?!â
âAy dios mioâŚâ
April hurried to catch up with her, just like Pearl hoped she would, grabbing her arm.Â
âWould you knock it off?â she hissed into her ear.Â
Pearl turned to her with a mischievous smirk. âKnock what off?â
âYou are some piece of work.â April rolled her eyes.Â
âYou love it.â
âI need another drink if Iâm gonna hang out with you.âÂ
âSo, you do want to hang out with me, then,â Pearl said triumphantly.
April scowled at her, but then a smile began to crack through, and she turned on her heel, marching towards the bar. Pearl followed, checking out her pert little ass in the process. Very nice.Â
âHey, can we get two double shots of Don Q rum?â April asked the bartender.Â
âYou tryinâ to get me drunk?â Pearl asked, flashing a grin at her as she slid in beside her.Â
âIâm trying to make the experience of being with you more enjoyable,â April replied.
âWow. A dagger, straight to the heart.â
April laughed, taking the shots from the bartender with a nod and shoving one towards Pearl, letting their fingers touch briefly. She bit her lip, looking at Pearl in the eyes, raising her glass. Pearl lifted hers as well.Â
âSalud,â Pearl said.Â
âSalud,â April replied, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth before tossing back most of the rum in one gulp.Â
Pearl grinned, impressed, downing hers as well.Â
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My absolutely feral love for Raja and Raven has come back i thought i was over the obsession but nope iâve been sucked right back in
#when i used to be raven-ramirez-oh on here good times#raja gemini#raven hunty#raja x raven#rupauls drag race#all the seasons#drag queen#living breathing goddess
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My little gift to this world!
I love my babies!!!
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Raja: May I say something? I know I'm in the doghouse--
Manila: Oh, you're not in the doghouse.
Raja: I'm not?
Manila: No, you're going to have to work really hard to make it into the doghouse.
Raja: Okay, so I'm in the yard, which is still an enclosed area--
Manila: (glares)
Raja: --unless I'm in the pound. Manila, am I in the pound? Where's Raven, is she in the pound with me?
Raven: Why do I have to be in the pound?
Raja: So we can get adopted together like two inseparable little puppies.
Raven: I don't want to be in the pound, Raja!
Manila: Guys!
Raven and Raja: Sorry Manila.
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Petition to bring these videos and them back.
#pls dear god i miss this so much#rpdr#rupaul's drag race#raja gemini#raven hunty#raja x raven#raja and raven#video#mean comments#they are always the best when they're together
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raven & raja, raven sketches
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Raven: And this is Raja, my ex-girlfriend.
Raja: Stop introducing me like that! Hi, I'm her wife.
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WOW will continue to ignore the Raja in Raven abstinence for how much longer? ,đShe miss her Raven so much đ I really love them â¤ď¸
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Galactica, Chapter 105 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica
A/N: Click here if youâre looking for previous chapters (or here if youâd rather read on AO3). đŤ
Previously: The model apartment was overrun with foreign visitors, Violetâs first NYFW showing was tainted by being demoted back to Miss Fameâs office, and Pearlâs womanizing ways repeatedly landed her in hot water.Â
This Chapter: Galactica Runway Show Day! But will anyone come out alive?Â
***
Gigi sighed contently, still half asleep, as Symone shifted in her arms. With how packed the apartment was, theyâd been sharing Symoneâs bed and letting one of their Eastern European visitors take hers. (Gigi felt a little bad that she still didnât know the girlâs name, but every time she said it, it sounded different.)Â
Normally, she might overthink the whole bed-sharing thing, especially this many days in a row, but since they literally had 3 other girls in the room (the one in her bed and 2 on the floor), it felt more like summer camp. It was nice, actually, having Symone so close and cuddly all night without any pressure or expectations. She pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, nose brushing against the silky edge of her bonnet.Â
Symone turned her head, whispering, âHey.âÂ
âHi,â Gigi whispered back.Â
âDid you sleep okay?âÂ
âMmhmmâŚâ Gigi touched her cheek, enjoying how perfectly soft and smooth it felt. How, in spite of the other girls in the room with them, the covers gave them their own private little cocoon of quiet warmth. âDid I tell you how pretty you looked last night?âÂ
âNoâŚbut you can tell me now.â Symone grinned, fluttering her lashes.Â
Gigi giggled and kissed her on the nose.Â
âYou were the most beautiful girl in the room,â she said honestly. âNobody could take their eyes off you.âÂ
âWellâŚI didnât notice. I was just looking at you,â Symone replied, making Gigiâs cheeks heat up.Â
Theyâd been to a cocktail party celebrating Hugo Bossâs new cologne and perfume line, âBoss: the scent,â which was a stupid name if you asked Gigi. Not that anyone did. It was still weird to her that so much of their job centered on events that they probably technically shouldnât be allowed to attend, since neither of them were 20 years old yet. Although, at least they were over 18, unlike the girl in her bed right now, who she was pretty sure was barely 16 at most. She wanted to look after her, but on the other hand, what business did she have doing that when she felt like a kid herself most of the time? She shook the thought from her head and directed her attention back to her girlfriend.Â
Gigi leaned forward, brushing a kiss against Symoneâs lips, when she was startled by a voice moaning out a distressed, âSYMOOOOONE!â
She sprang back a bit, lowering the covers, to see Tatianna clambering into their room, doing her best to avoid stepping on the girls on the floor, brow furrowed.Â
âOW!â one of the girls shrieked.
âSorry!â Tati said, âSorry, sorryâŚâÂ
The girl sat up, rubbing her head with a petulant look on her face.Â
âOmigod, Iâm freaking out about today! Did Sutan say anything about nails? Why am I freaking out?â Tati flung herself onto the bed, groaning, holding out her hands for Symone to inspect.Â
âYouâll be fine,â Symone assured her. âThey chose you because they want you. Just take off the polish from yesterday and show up on time with me and Bim.âÂ
Gigi swallowed. She still felt a little disappointed that she wasnât walking in the Galactica show with Symone and Tati and Biminiâit felt strange to be one of the only âAmrull girlsâ not to book that job, like some black mark on her record.Â
âTati, can I borrow this top?â someone called, poking their head into the room.
âOkay,â Tati sighed.Â
âLadies!â Another visitor squeezed into their room, as Tia entered with a big smile. âAnyone up for a breakfast today besides fucking porridge? No shade to our dormitory mum, but Iâm not Oliver Twist. Anyway, I heard that the Waverly Diner is quite nice. What do you say?âÂ
âSounds good to me!â Tati enthused.Â
âYeah! What do you think, babe? We donât have to be at Hilfiger until 11, but I know you had that other thing to take care ofâŚâ Symone turned to Gigi with one eyebrow raised, clearly giving her an out.Â
âRight. UmâŚâÂ
âCan I come?â piped up a brunette from the floor, yawning.
âWhat thing?â Tia asked, head cocked.Â
Gigi liked Tia, she supposed. Or, she didnât have any reason not to like Tia. Not a good reason, anyway, besides just feeling like there was something a little off about her energy. Something that rubbed her the wrong way.Â
âNothing, I can come,â Gigi said.Â
âSmashing!âÂ
âCoffeeâll be ready in 4 minutes!â shouted a voice from the hallway.Â
âThatâs mine you bitch!â screamed another. Soon, the voices were indistinguishable, a cacophonous blend.Â
Gigi flopped back against the pillow, her quiet and peaceful little moment with Symone over as the chaos of the morning bloomed all around her, now impossible to ignore.Â
***
Raja watched as the Galactica staff moved swiftly backstage like a choreographed dance, everyone focusing on their individual tasks. She checked her watch. It was a menâs Rolex, the strap too thick for her wrist, but Raja liked wearing it, liked it a lot more than the slender feminine watches that didnât exude the type of âfuck youâ power she needed. This particular one was a gift from Raven, a belated engagement gift given to her with a smirk and a request to test if it really was waterproof, Raja forcing Raven to come and come and come on her fingers until she sobbed into the sheets.
Raja pulled herself together, refocusing, thoughts of Ravenâs body and the adorable way she cried for mercy really not what she needed on a day like today.
Fame always insisted on having their shows in the last slot of the day. While it did give her more hours to stress, it also meant that nobody had other shows and events to rush off to, so people were more relaxed. Or, as her business partner was now explaining to Shea, âIn a more receptive head space. And, of course, thereâs the added bonus that we can have our cocktail party immediately after the show.âÂ
They were, somewhat miraculously, on schedule, the models slowly getting released from hair and makeup. Max had a backdrop set up in one corner so that he could document every look for internal and archival use, while Pearl snapped candids for social media and the website.Â
Raja knew Ivy had everything under control out in the house, her assistant keeping an eye on the floor personnel they had hired to manage the guests, the gift bags, and the press, the paparazzi probably already pulling up slowly.
âRajaâŚâÂ
Raja turned to see Amy from makeup approaching, her signature candy-colored hair a bright blue to fuschia ombre done up in pigtails, her dress tiered ruffles that resembled an expensive cupcake, her tiny stature assisted by a pair of absolutely massive glittery purple platform boots. It wasnât anything Raja would wear, but she appreciated the girlâs commitment to her signature look.Â
âYes?âÂ
âSorry to interrupt, but we need your opinion in makeup. Thereâs a bit of an issue-â
âOf course, letâs go.â Raja threw away her coffee, following Amy to the other side of the backstage areaâissue could be code for any number of things. She was always Fameâs second in command, but it was never clearer than when styling decisions needed to be made, Fame trusting Raja completely even as the entire reputation of their brand was on the line.Â
The issue in makeup was thankfully a small one; Amy simply needed Raja to make the final decision on a model who had gotten an accidental tan since the casting.
Raja was just about to leave, when she spotted Raven, who was sitting in one of the chairs, basically naked save for a couple of pasties and a beige thong. Raja did a double take, eyeing her up appreciatively, how her lack of clothing left nothing to the imagination, and maybe more charmingly, how she didnât seem to notice that she was being watched.Â
Raven was chewing gum, her entire attention caught up in her phone, three stylists working on straightening her long black hair, and Raja couldnât help but smile.Â
Enduring was all part of the modeling industry, the ability to completely disconnect from your body what separated the mediocre from the great, and though it seemed like her brother was losing faith, Raja still knew that Raven was the best.
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The only thing keeping Violetâs raging anxiety in check was her years and experience at the ballet academy.
She was walking a few steps behind Fame and Shea, staying close in case she needed something, Nicky off with Ivy to be introduced to their more challenging tasks as Galactica assistants at a runway show.
It had been physically painful to walk away from her dress after putting it on Raven, but there was nothing left for her to do except hover, and no matter how much she wanted to, she didnât have the opportunity for that. Not when Fame could need her.
Having Sutan over had accidentally helped her much more than she expected, the heavy weight of his body holding hers, his steady heartbeat and grounding presence keeping her mind from spinning out of control.
Violet took a deep breath through her nose, her fingers on the edge of her skirt. It would be torture to stand by Fame once the runway started instead of hiding away like she wanted to, but she had endured worse, and sheâd live through this too.
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Tati tried to stand still, doing her best not to think about what would happen if she damaged, or even creased, the priceless couture skirt she had on. She was a bundle of nerves, nerves sheâd really hoped would have gone away by now. After all, sheâd walked in four shows already this week, but this was different. This wasnât Reed Krakoof, this was Galactica.Â
Even when sheâd arrived, thereâd already been paparazzi setting up. By now, there must be loads more. Plus, so many people who could literally determine the fate of her careerâSutan, of course, and Bianca, who she really hoped didnât regret giving her the recommendation in the first place. Not to mention the buyers, the brands, the biggest movers and shakers in the fashion world, front and center, eyes on her.Â
It would probably be fine once she hit the runway. She knew that, at least, from her other shows this week. Once the lights were on, she tended to zone out and hyperfocus on her walk, her poses, forgetting everything. Backstage was another story.Â
Without moving her head, she shifted her gaze to Amy, who was pressing a last coat of highlighter into her cheeks with surgical precision. She hadnât spoken to Amy too much the last time they worked together, but she knew that Courtney liked her a lot, and she seemed like a really fun girl. She wondered if there was any subtle way to bring up that insane Raven dramaâa little gossip would certainly help keep her mind off things. Although, seeing as how Raven was currently present, and the star of the show, maybe that wasnât such a great idea. Better keep her mouth shut.Â
Just then, Pearl Liaison strolled by. Sheâd been snapping some Behind the Scenes photos for their social media. She took a couple of shots of Tati and Amy before lowering her camera and giving a lopsided grin.Â
âYou look great,â she purred, then tilted her head, letting the camera rest on her shoulder. âHave I seen you somewhere before?â
Tati blinked at her for a full second before asking, âYouâre kidding me, right?âÂ
âOh shit.â Pearlâs blue eyes widened, and she gave Tati another flirty once-over. âWe havenât slept together before, have we? Because Iâm sure Iâd remember-â
âNo, we havenât slept together!â Tati said, trying her absolute best to keep her voice civil. After all, this was still a job, and pissing off Galacticaâs social media coordinator, or whatever the hell Pearlâs job title was, would probably not be the smartest thing. But what an absolute twat she was. âJesus christ. But we have hung out, like repeatedly. âCause Iâm friends with Adore Delano? And Courtney Jenek?âÂ
âOhâŚâ Pearlâs face fell a bit, at least managing to look a little chagrined.Â
âYeah, oh. So youâre like, kind of barking up the wrong fucking tree.â Tati said, crossing her arms. She couldnât believe the gall of this girl.Â
âRight.â Pearl cleared her throat awkwardly, taking a step back. âUh, sorryâŚumâŚtell Adore I said hi.âÂ
*
April was triple-checking that all the clothes for the changes were properly tagged when she saw the trainwreck begin, and then watched it all unfold with morbid glee. For years, sheâd witnessed every woman Pearl so much as glance at throw themself at her feet, so seeing someone so blatantly reject her advances was hilariously refreshing.Â
âUh, sorryâŚumâŚtell Adore I said hi,â Pearl was telling her, clearly a bit embarrassed. Â
âNo.â Tati replied flatly.
At that, April couldnât help but let out a snorting laugh. She covered her mouth with her hand but it was too late. Pearl looked over at her, giving her a bit of a dirty look. She waved back, owning it.Â
âLiaison! Come here!â she called, a delighted grin still on her face.Â
Pearl walked over, a look on her face that was an unfamiliar cross between a scowl and a pout, the expression of someone clearly used to getting her way 100% of the time, disoriented by this turn of events where one thing didnât come out in her favor.Â
âWhat?â Pearl asked.Â
âNothing,â April giggled, âJust nice to see you get taken down a peg. Also, youâre welcome for rescuing you from that awkwardness.âÂ
âThanks a lot.â Pearl huffed, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes.
April laughed again, reaching forward to tug on her hair. âCome on, it was funny. And itâs not like your ego canât take it.âÂ
âYou donât know what my ego can take. Maybe I have very low self esteem,â Pearl said, tossing her hair.Â
âOh yeah?âÂ
âYeah. Maybe that was really devastating for me,â she continued, playing it up, one hand on her heart, brow furrowed, full lips quivering. Â
âHmmâŚyeah, youâre right, Iâm sorry.â April placed a hand on her shoulder. âTell you what. Assuming we all survive this show in one piece, Iâll nurse your wounds at the afterparty.âÂ
âDeal,â Pearl said, holding up her fist to bump with Aprilâs.
âNow get outta here and let me finish my work.âÂ
***
Fame chewed her thumb nail, trying not to be too obvious about it with Shea beside her, as she watched the live feed on the backstage screen, cameras mounted to the end of the runway, just behind the photography pit.
The first model had done well, the opening exactly as Fame had imagined it, Alexisâs dress a masterpiece, the looks now coming one after the other.
This was her collection, her vision come to life. The models practically floated down the runway, all perfectly embodying the exact feeling sheâd dreamed of, a fresh breeze whipping your linen skirt around your legs while your yacht sailed through the harbor at dusk, chilled white wine in hand. They looked expensive and sophisticated, healthy and untouchable, exactly like a Galactica woman should.
Fame tried not to look out at the audience, tried to keep her thoughts in check.Â
The 16 minutes a Galactica show usually took always seemed to drag on forever, while also being gone in seconds, and before Fame could blink, the music changed and Raven stepped onto the runway.
âHow do I look-â
Fame didnât even need to finish, Raja right behind her, the models lined up to go again as soon as Raven gave her final pose.
âFucking fantastic, Famie,â Raja smiled, squeezing her arm, âNow put this in your pocket.â She took her hand, gently directing it out of view, âand go kill it.â
âAs long as it doesnât kill me.â Fame hated being on stage, her appearance for the end of show bow and applause famously short, but the suffering was worth it, since the ovation meant that they had made it yet again.
***
Raven was bubbling over, happiness tight in her chest as she waited for someone to come undress her, Violetâs gown without a doubt going to the archives, the reception of it too good for it to not be regarded as a pivotal part of Galacticaâs design history.
The show had gone well, the front rows even standing up when Raja and Fame had appeared on stage.Â
It didnât last long, cameras flashing more than a lightning storm to make sure they got a photo, Fame taking a single bow while Raja had stayed behind to wave.
âPrincess!â
Raven turned, watching as Raja came walking towards her, grabbing her before she had a chance to protest, pulling her into a hug.Â
âRaja!â Raven tried to pull back, attempting to put distance between Raja and what she was wearing, grabbing the skirt to protect it and pull it off the floor. âYouâll step on the dress-â
âYou,â Raja put a hand on Ravenâs cheek, guiding her in, holding her, controlling her, their eyes locked together, âwere utter perfection.âÂ
Raja kissed her, and Raven melted, the feeling of making Raja proud one of the most satisfying sensations in the world.
*
Bianca picked up her purse, thinking to herself what an impressive show sheâd seen, especially that breathtaking finale dress. She felt a little conflicted about skipping the party. Sheâd gotten an invite, but for the first time, no handwritten note from Fame or Raja, and when sheâd caught Fameâs eye after the show ended, Fame turned her back, clearly not wanting to talk to her. The message was pretty apparent, and if sheâd been on the fence when the day began, she now felt fairly certain that sheâd be an unwelcome sight.Â
She fished her coat check ticket out of her Birkin and held it up subtly as an eagle-eyed assistant rushed over to take it from her hand, only to then look over into her sisterâs scowling face.Â
âWhat?â
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â Adore asked, arms crossed.Â
Bianca sighed. Theyâd talked about this, albeit briefly, and sheâd told Adore that she wasnât sure if sheâd attend the party; maybe sheâd stop by, although she probably wouldnât stay long.Â
âLook, itâs just not gonna happen tonight, pussycat-âÂ
âYou canât leave. Youâre my date,â Adore cajoled. Â
âNice try,â Bianca grinned, poking her gently in the ribs. âBut Alaskaâs your date, remember?âÂ
âNo, that doesnât count, sheâs working.â Adore turned her mouth down into a pout, giving her very best puppy eyes. âCome onâŚâÂ
âYou come on. Itâs not like Iâm abandoning you to a roomful of strangers. Alaskaâs here, your friend Tatiâs here. Hell, itâs a whole fucking party full of people who love you. So-â
âThey love you too.âÂ
Bianca bit her lip. She knew that Adore wanted things to get back to normal. And of course, she did too, but unfortunately, wanting it didnât make it true.Â
âThatâŚis debatable, at the moment,â Bianca said quietly.Â
Adore furrowed her brow, a look of desperation in her eyes. She opened her mouth, about to protest, as the assistant returned with Biancaâs forest green vintage Versace trench.Â
Bianca smiled graciously, thanking her, as the young woman helped her into it, then leaned forward to give Adore a peck on the cheek. âTell you what. You make nice, play family ambassador, and Iâll keep on supporting you in the lifestyle to which youâve become accustomed. Sound fair?âÂ
âPlease, B, just-âÂ
âLeaving so soon?â cooed a familiar voice, right in her ear.Â
Bianca turned around, sighing slightly. âHey, De. Whatâs up?â
âDonât play coy with me, Bianca Del Rio. Why are you running out so fast? Got a hot date?â Detox smirked, his eyes glittering in the low light like they always did when he was on the trail of a good story.
âIf you must knowââ
âAlways!â
âI have another commitment. Iâm a very busy woman.â
Detox crossed his arms. âAnother commitment? On the day of the girlsâ show? Really?â
âWhatâs it to ya?â
Detox smiled, that slimy smile that said he knew something about you. Bianca rolled her eyes.Â
âDe, tell her to stay,â Adore said, âAt least for one drink.âÂ
âOh, I donât know, Adore,â Detox said, tapping his chin as he pretended to think deeply with his single brain cell. âThese other plans she has must be very important. Better hurry, get there while theyâre stillâŚyoung and perky.âÂ
Adore facepalmed, clearly expecting more from him (why, Bianca wasnât sure, it was completely expected for him to be exactly that tasteless).Â
âGrow up, Detox,â Bianca scoffed, and began to walk away.Â
âBet you donât tell her that, do you?â Detox called after her.Â
Bianca turned and looked back at him, eyes narrowed. âAwww, look whoâs all brave, wearing his big boy panties when the wifeyâs not around to keep him in line.âÂ
âHey, Iâm just calling it like I see it,â he laughed, holding up his hands in mock innocence.Â
âYouâre an asshole.â Bianca shook her head, slipping on her sunglasses. It may have been nearly dark outside, but she didnât want to deal with the press right now.Â
âAnd youâre a-âÂ
âUghhh, you guys! Stop!â Adore groaned.
Bianca looked at her, lowering her shades. âIâll call you tomorrow. Stop stressing, itâll all be fine. I promise. You can tell them I loved the show.âÂ
âOkay,â Adore sighed. âGoodnight.âÂ
âGânight, pussycat.âÂ
âNo goodnight for me?â Detox asked.Â
âGoodnight, cunt!â Bianca said, turning back around and heading for the door, hearing his laughter fade as she went. Â
*
âThank you so much for the opportunity.â Sutan smiled, squeezing the hand of the man he was talking to. âIâll make sure to email your people, and weâll see what we can do.â
âYouâre the best, Amrull!â
âYou know it.â
Sutan kept the smile on his face as he walked away, pulling his phone from his pocket to send a quick reminder to himself.
He was almost done with his official work for the day, networking on behalf of his models always intense after a really good show, and there was a reason that Galactica was known as the best in the business.
He had taken time to give each of his girls individual feedback, Raven rolling her eyes while Bimini had laughed at him, but Symone and especially Tatianna had seemed like they were paying attention.Â
The show had been incredible, Sutan watching it from the front row, everything coming together and working seamlessly, Fameâs intense attention to detail and endless drive for perfection stamped all over the collection.
When Raven had stepped on the stage, an excited murmur rippled through the crowd, and Sutan had felt his heart swell with pride, Violetâs dress so distinctive, so very her, the gown the perfect way to close the show.Â
âSutan!â
Sutan turned, almost dropping his phone as Violet threw herself at him, Fame finally releasing her from her iron grip.Â
âDid you see?!â Violet was smiling widely, happiness radiating from her. She had changed her clothes since he last saw her, her black dress obviously picked to blend into the background at the cocktail party.
âI did, I did,â Sutan chuckled, the public enthusiasm so unlike the Violet he knew, her beautiful smile something he usually only saw in private. âYou did amazing.â
âIt didnât fall apart or anything!â
âDidnât fall apart?â Sutan raised a brow, surprise overtaking him. He couldnât remember that ever happening to a Galactica piece, their tailoring department always doing their job, and Raven had been raised right, his soon to be sister-in-law knowing how to walk so she never risked tripping on a hem.
He was about to question it, to ask why Violet would think that, but then, he remembered who he was talking to.
His Violet, his girlfriend, the wonderful woman who more often than not wound herself so tight he was scared sheâd snap.
Of course she had worried until the very last second.
âOh lovely eyes.â
âI know, I know,â Violet laughed, clearly so thrilled and elated, the anxiety that Sutan had seen wear her down completely obliterated from her gorgeous face.Â
âIâm really proud of you.â Sutan knew they were in public, but when he leaned down to give her a peck, Violet put her arms around his neck, pulling him in for an actual kiss. He felt his heart sore, a happy Violet beyond delightful. They broke apart, and Sutan grinned, âLetâs go get you a drink.â
âI donât knowâŚâ Violet bit her lip, a flicker of doubt crossing her face. âIâm technically at workâŚâ
âHey. If needed, Iâll deal with Fame.â Sutan squeezed her, knowing that he meant it, that heâd be willing to do that for her if she needed it. âYou deserve to celebrate. Champagne for the lady at the very least!â
âOkay.â Violet smiled, his girlfriend adorably easy to convince, like she had been waiting for permission that Sutan was more than willing to give her. âOkay.â
#rpdr fanfiction#thedane#veronica#galactica#gigi x symone#raja x raven#april x pearl#vitan#gigi goode#symone#tatianna#tia kofi#raja gemini#pearl liaison#april carrion#miss fame#raven#bianca del rio#adore delano#detox icunt#lesbian au#fashion au#m/f au#smut mentions
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Since Iâve just submitted another fic and I havenât been super active on this account yet, letâs play a little.
Send Me Writing Prompts and Iâll Respond with a little Raja and Raven Story
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I could stare at Ravenâs face forever itâs so enchanting ďżźďżź
#raven hunty#rupauls drag race#drag queen#drag queen raven#FPR#Maâam you are like a majestic dark nymph#will never get over that face itâs so iconic#rupaul#the raven face#raja x raven
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#raja x raven#raja gemini#raven#rpdredit#fashion photo ruview#rpdr#fpr#they look so cute here#:))#gifs*
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theyâre so cute
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Raja: Where else am I going to find a job where I can take an hour-long nap every day and they donât mind
Raven: You take an hour-long nap every day?
Raja: Yeah. And you donât mind.
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