Okay, I'm posting this because @boardthatsinkingship teased me about how my Ao3 links to my writing blog with NO WRITING. So I'm posting a snippet of this fanfic that I'm NEVER going to write but I liked it anyways.
Premise: Modern!College!DrugDealing!AU where Thorne entices Cinder to start selling cocaine. Yes, you read that correctly. Rated M for the adult themes, of course.
The scene starts where they're mopping the cafeteria floor as part of their punishment (intended to be a college suspension that Thorne's father was able to knock down to community service):
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“You know, if you think about it…an orgasm is kind of like a body sneeze.”
She scrunches her nose. “Ew, Thorne. Gross.”
He scratches the stubble he insists is a beard. “Yeah, I knew that wouldn’t land.”
When she glances over at him, he’s still looking down, hand to jaw, pinky finger curled against his mouth.
“Thorne?”
“You know, I’ve been thinking. What if we start a business?”
“A business.”
“Yeah, like a real business. Tax returns, CFOs, LLC’s, all the acronyms. Commercial advertisements, Cinder. We’ll be big.”
“Okay…sure. What kind of business though?”
“Cocaine. Boom.” His hands mimic fireworks exploding.
“Are you fucking stupid?” Her head could not whorl around fast enough — what the fuck is he thinking?
“What the fuck, Thorne? You can’t just go around saying that shit. Please tell me this is a joke. Dining cannot be that bad for you — the heir to a prime military oligarch — to consider selling drugs. And cocaine out of all of them, too! You couldn’t just—“
Something hits her square in the face. A gentle something because it just falls down to the floor without any impact.
A tiny, tiny little bag full of white sits between her worn, yellowed Reeboks. She’s been needing a new pair, and for a while now, because the soles are starting to hollow and her heels cramp like a motherfucker when she stays too late in the lab.
And the answer lays between her legs.
For some reason, every moment in Cinder’s life flashes before her: the blankness of her foster care experience, memories of screams in black and smoke and so much coughing, like there was no more air; Garan adopting her, no elation but only a lingering sense of sorrow; Adri’s rejection; Garan’s death; Adri again, screaming, yelling, hitting and blaming her, you useless thing, you monster, you did this, you are the reason this family doesn’t exist. A ghost. A nothing.
She bends down — more like squats down, sitting back on her heels, and gingerly picks up the baggie. Cups it in her hands, turning it over between her palms, watching the way the powder shifts and shutters downwards.
“You’re considering it. I fucking knew it, I knew you would.” He runs a hand through his hair, smiling and his eyes are wild and shiny and incredulous. “Well, well, well, what do you say? Let’s start a business?”
His hand hovers in the air between them, palm open and fingers outstretched. The gold of his gold bracelet is beginning to rust into a nauseous green, rotten. Moldy pennies.
She slips her palm into his and tucks her thumb next to his.
“Deal.”
And they shake on it.
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That's it. LMFAO! I hope you enjoyed because there will never be a full version of this.
Also, everyone say thank you to @boardthatsinkingship for teasing me into posting this snippet.
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