#anetra x sasha

[artificialqueens]

Waking Up in Vegas (Anetra x Sasha Colby) - Athena2

Summary: Anetra wakes up in Vegas married to a beautiful stranger, and they try to piece together what happened the night before.

A/N: I’m so happy to finish this one, especially because I have a ton of works in progress at the moment. Thank you so much to Writ for encouraging me to do this, and for your amazing beta skills. Please leave feedback if you like, I really appreciate it!!!

Anetra wakes to something tickling her nose, and a blinding light shining in her face. She forces her eyes open and realizes the light is the sun, which is pouring through the window. Her head throbs like someone is hammering nails into it. Her chin is sore too, for some reason. She gently works along it and meets what she’s sure is a bruise on the right. She’s still dressed, even down to her boots. But no phone, and the only card on her is for the casino arcade.

What the hell happened?

As she keeps blinking and her senses slowly restore themselves, she makes the first discovery: there’s a woman in the hotel bed with her. She’s beautiful, from the side of her face that Anetra can see—even with mascara smeared under her eye—with thick brown waves tumbling over the pillow. That must have been what was tickling Anetra’s nose.

Red blackjack chips are scattered over the bed like rose petals, and a stuffed elephant sits at the foot of it. More confusion, and the glaring sun is doing nothing to help her focus. She’s almost positive she had closed the curtain in her room before she went out last night. Come to think of it, she’s almost positive her room wasn’t this high up, either; she can glimpse blue sky and the roofs of other hotels from her position. The second discovery occurs to her: this isn’t her room. It must be the sleeping woman’s.

Only after slowly removing her arm from the woman’s waist does she make the third discovery: a gold wedding band on her left hand, which certainly wasn’t there the day before.

She went back to Vegas and woke up married.

Anetra sits up and swears.

—-

Her head races with questions, her heart speeding along with them. Anetra danced in a club here for three years before she left, and has seen her share of chaos, from bachelor parties to fights. She used to stay away from all that mess—she showed up, did her job, kept her head down. Now she’s on the other side, and it’s like she fell over the wrong side of a fence, into a yard of dangerous dogs.

Despite seeing couples that got married in the chapel here, she doesn’t know much about how the process works. How legit is this? Loosey runs the chapel, and she has a marriage license, so it must be legit. But maybe she just has a ring on for the hell of it, and no actual wedding took place. The woman’s left hand is under her pillow, so maybe her ring finger is bare, and this isn’t what it looks like.

But if it is what it looks like, what does she do? Can this woman sue her or something? Does she need a lawyer for this? Maybe Anetra should just run away, pretend the whole thing never happened, and the woman will do the same.

She’s just planning to run for it when the woman stirs, and Anetra freezes. The woman rises from the pillow with a groan, and turns around when she must sense Anetra there. Her eyes are a bright hazel, and they distract Anetra for a second.

“Who the hell are you?” The woman demands.

“I’m—“

“What did you do? Did you drug me or something?” She stumbles out of the bed and grabs the first thing she sees, which is the alarm clock. As she raises it, Anetra finally sees a matching ring on her finger. So this really did happen, then.

Anetra holds her hands up in surrender. “No! I would never do that, I swear,” she says firmly. “I’m just as confused as you are.”

The woman calms down a little—she puts the clock back, at least. “Sorry. I have to be…more careful about things than most people.”

Anetra’s eyes go to the elephant, pink with blue and white polka dots. She vaguely remembers the woman picking that one because of the trans flag.

“I’m sorry,” Anetra says. “Sorry you have to…deal with that. But I wouldn’t do anything like that. I promise.”

“I trust you.” The woman nods, smoothing out her rumpled purple dress. “Okay, what do you remember? Anything at all.”

“I’m Anetra. I used to work here, so I came to stay and visit my friends for a few days.” She pauses, trying to break through the fog and headache. “I know I was at the poker table last night, and I’m pretty sure you were there.”

“I was there, I remember you.” Her eyes flicker up to Anetra’s, probably to her scar. “I remember your eyes. They were really prett—um, brown. I’m Sasha, by the way. I’m here for the week.”

Anetra nods.

“And then you asked me to get a drink,” Sasha continues, trying to gloss over her slip about Anetra’s eyes.

“Right. And then we got the drink, and then sometime after that we must have won at blackjack”—she points to the chips strewn across the bed—“gone to the arcade”—she points at the stuffed elephant—“got in a fight?”—she gently prods her chin—“and then got married and came to your room.”

Sasha nods along with it all, but stops when Anetra mentions the room. “Except this isn’t my room.”

“Are you sure?” Anetra asks weakly.

“Yes, I’m sure! Look out the window, we’re a mile in the air! This definitely isn’t mine.”

“Because you don’t like heights,” Anetra says. She’s not sure where it’s coming from, but it feels right. “I think you told me last night.”

“I think I did too.” Sasha smiles, but it quickly fades. “But if this isn’t my room, and it’s not your room, then whose is it?”

Anetra runs a hand over her face. “Shit, do you think we broke into someone’s room?”

“Oh my god, now I’m a criminal. I wasn’t a criminal until I married you!”

“I don’t even know you!” Anetra shoots back.

Sasha takes a deep breath and straightens up. Even with her wrinkled clothes and messy hair, something about her makes Anetra snap to attention, ready to listen. “Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do. I still have my room key. Let’s go there, eat something, take a fucking bottle of Tylenol, and go to the bar and see if anyone there knows anything. Try to retrace our steps.”

“That’s…a good idea.”

“I usually have good ideas.” She grins. “We’ll see how last night ranks after we investigate.”

Anetra smiles too, and she can’t help but feel that she picked a pretty good person to drunkenly marry.

—-

“Does the elevator have to be glass?” Sasha mumbles as they step inside. The walls of the elevator are clear glass all around, so you can see the glittering casino floor below, as golden and bright as the sun. Sasha stands backward, facing the door of the elevator.

Anetra steps in front of her. She wants to help, make this mess a little easier, but she isn’t sure how. “Uh, we can talk if you want. Then you don’t have to look down or think about it.”

Sasha’s eyes rise to meet hers. Anetra usually shies away from eye contact, and lets her gaze drift a little—to the curve of Sasha’s shoulder, the crease of a pillow on her cheek—before hesitantly returning to her eyes, taking in the hints of gold like treasure coins. Looking into those eyes, she wants to know about Sasha, wants to re-experience what drew them together that night.

“You said you worked here?” Sasha asks finally.

“Yeah, for three years. I danced in one of the clubs. It was good, I liked it, but after that long without much of a break I think I just…burned out.” The late nights and lack of sleep and body aches just piled up, until even the Tylenol she bought in bulk didn’t help much. On top of the meaner, more demanding clients, it just became too much. Eventually she couldn’t do it anymore, and even if it hurt to leave her friends, it was what she had to do.

“That makes sense.” Sasha nods. “And what do you do now? Sorry if you told me last night, I don’t remember.”

Anetra grins. “I don’t remember either, if I did. But I’m a mechanic.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah. It’s totally different from what I did, but it lets me work with my hands and have some quiet. I still dance a lot, though.”

“I’m glad you’re happy,“ Sasha says, genuine in a way Anetra doesn’t hear much.

“What do you do? Anetra asks.

“I work in fashion, in LA.”

“Yeah, I believe that.” Sasha could be a model if she wanted. Anetra can barely keep her eyes off her.

Sasha grins, and by the time the elevator dings, she’s calm. “Thank you,” she whispers on her way out the door.

“Of course.”

—-

After an hour, two Tylenol each, enough late afternoon breakfast for four people, and some time in the bathroom, Anetra emerges from Sasha’s room feeling like a human again. She’s still in her jeans and leather jacket, but Sasha loaned her a T-shirt after they reached for the hot sauce for their hash browns at the same time, and Anetra spilled it on her tank top.

They stride across the red-and-gold checkered carpet, past rows and rows of gleaming slot machines. Anetra doesn’t miss the long hours, doesn’t miss the pain and never-ending fatigue and sleazy customers. But she does miss how alive the place feels, in the middle of the day or in the middle of the night. The clinking of poker chips, the ringing of the slot machines, the spinning of the roulette wheel. A symphony of life unfolding beneath all the glitter, an energy bursting through the air.

It’s hard not to feel good with Sasha at her side. Like she was meant to be there, her stride in time with Anetra’s as they reach the bar where Salina works.

Salina waves frantically, and sighs in relief when they sit down. “Oh my god, I’m glad you’re alive. I was so worried.”

“Do you know something about last night?” Anetra asks. “Because Sasha and I don’t really remember anything.”

Salina nods. “I know part of it. You told me you were on a date so I gave you that new drink we were trying, but Amethyst made it wrong and loaded the damn thing with twice the tequila it should have had. It was basically blackout juice. That’s probably why you don’t remember much.”

Anetra turns to Sasha. “Well, that explains most of it.”

Sasha rolls her eyes. “That’s the last time I try a new drink.”

Anetra grins and turns back to Salina. “Do you know where we went from here?”

“The arcade,” Salina answers. “You wanted to win her a prize on that stupid punching game you always played to try and make girls notice how strong you are.”

“You didn’t need to share all those details, but thanks,” Anetra mumbles, while Sasha hides a laugh behind her hand. Her laugh is so warm and rich that Anetra almost doesn’t mind that it’s at her expense.

“Of course—wait a minute.” Salina’s eyes finally go to the ring on Anetra’s finger, and her neck nearly snaps as she turns to search for the same on Sasha’s. “What is this? What happened? Anetra! Your first time back here and you get married to some beautiful stranger?”

“Later,” Anetra says. “We’re on a mission right now.” She leads Sasha to the arcade, both of them laughing as Salina’s yelling echoes down the hall.

The arcade covers nearly an entire floor of the casino, with air hockey tables and racing games and claw machines and any other game you can think of, glowing and waiting for play.

Tucked into the corner, away from people and not as flashy as the others, is Anetra’s game of choice: a simple black stall with a punching bag the size of a boxing glove hanging from the top.

“I’ve never played one of these. How does it work?”

“Well, they’re rigged, but here’s how you do it. You want to hit the center of the bag, and you want to push through. In taekwondo, you’re supposed to imagine hitting something past the target, so your hit lands with all the force.”

“Can you show me?” Sasha asks, a hint of a smile on her face.

Anetra doesn’t even dare to breathe as she presses her chest to Sasha’s back, her hair once again tickling Anetra’s nose. She gently rests her hand under Sasha’s wrist. Her skin is soft and smooth, and Anetra can’t help but wonder if they had held hands last night, lost somewhere in the drunken memories.

“Okay. Bring your fist up to your shoulder height. Bend your elbow. Take a step with your left foot, and then carry your right one over with you when you punch.”

Sasha nods.

“We’ll do the first one together. One, two, three…” It’s hard to do with two people, but Anetra guides Sasha’s fist to the bag with a satisfying smack. Sasha races to reset herself and quickly throws the last two punches on her own, and Anetra pretends she’s just admiring Sasha’s form, rather than the curves of her arms or the way her hair whips around.

“Holy shit! That was fun!” Sasha breaks into the biggest grin Anetra’s seen from her, her tongue sticking out quickly, and it makes her heart skip a beat.

“And it’s useful. If you ever need to throw a punch, just do it the same way.”

“Good to know.” Sasha looks up shyly. “Can I watch you do it by yourself? You must be really good if you got enough points to win me an elephant. I don’t think I got enough to even win a whistle.”

“You’re in the sticker territory,” Anetra teases. “I’ll show you.” She shakes out her shoulders, trying to get rid of the nerves from a sudden audience—an audience of an extremely beautiful woman who happens by one small detail to be her wife.

Anetra squares up, centers herself, and delivers three quick punches, each one making the machine ring with the jackpot score. Sasha claps and cheers, and heat burns through Anetra. She could stay here all day, but there’s more to their investigation.

—-

Anetra lays her hands on the green velvet of Jax’s blackjack table. Sasha had suggested coming here next, figuring that after winning at the arcade, they probably felt lucky and decided to try their luck at blackjack.

“Yeah, you played a few rounds around ten last night,” Jax confirms. “With this woman who I’m assuming was your date?” They look at Sasha in question.

“Sasha,” Sasha introduces herself.

Jax nods. “Right. Well, you got twenty-one in the second round. Then you won two more times in a row, and I was wondering if I needed to get suspicious. Then Amethyst brought you more drinks because you liked them the first time.”

“Shit, I can’t believe we had more of that,” Sasha says, rolling her eyes and exchanging a hesitant smile with Anetra.

“Anetra drank half and then spilled the rest on the guy next to her,” Jax finishes.

“Did he punch me?” Anetra asks, pointing to her bruise.

“What? No. He was annoyed, but he was pretty drunk too.”

“Oh.”

“Why do you sound like you wanted to get punched?” Jax asks, then moves on. “No, you said you were gonna throw up and grabbed your chips and ran.”

“Oh,” Anetra says again, her vision of a thrilling fight at the blackjack table torn from her mind.

“So, did you throw up?” Jax asks with a little too much interest.

“Don’t remember. I don’t think so, anyway.”

“Do you know where we went after this?” Sasha asks Jax, saving the conversation from any further mentions of throwing up.

“Nope.”

Anetra sighs, but turns to Sasha hopefully. “Our mission continues.”

Sasha grins. “Yes it does, Agent Anetra.”

“I like that,” Anetra says quietly, heat clinging to her cheeks. In her black leather jacket, with Sasha in a gold dress that flows around her when she walks, they make great partners in crime, runaway agents in a spy movie.

“Can your mission continue away from my blackjack table?” Jax demands, and they run.

—–

Anetra leads Sasha through the gold slot machines, past rows of people pressing buttons and hoping for a jackpot. The machines are different in each section, with different themes and prize levels, but Anetra doesn’t think they’ll reveal much.

“Maybe we—”

“Anetra?” A voice calls. “Get over here.”

Anetra looks up to see Luxx, looking at her frantically. Luxx and Mistress run one of the more popular clubs in the casino, a glittering hideaway of its own little world, replacing the sound of gambling with music and dancing across a disco-lit floor. It was just as popular for its club scene as it was for its hidden inside diner, accessed through a mirrored hallway. Anetra spent almost every night there after her shows, eating and gratefully accepting the bags of ice Luxx brought for her knees, in exchange for listening to Luxx ramble about work.

Anetra and Sasha cross the casino hallway into the club, which is just getting ready for tonight. Normal lights are on, revealing plain tables stained from various drinks and sticky floors, all the night’s glamor and intrigue missing.

“I have your shit,” Luxx says, dumping a mini-backpack with a phone, credit card, roulette chips, and a room key into Anetra’s hands.

Her phone is dead, and of no help, but just having it makes Anetra feel normal again, like some of the world is returning to normalcy. “How do you have all this stuff?”

“Because you came here to dance and eat chicken tenders after playing roulette, and you left all that as payment. You disappeared before I could give it back.”

“Oh.” Anetra sheepishly slings the bag on her back. “I was pretty drunk.”

“Oh, I know. I don’t really even know your date’s name, it was just a bunch of s sounds.”

Sasha groans and rubs a hand over her face. “I’m Sasha.”

Luxx nods. “Good to officially meet you.”

“Did we do anything important while we were here?” Anetra asks.

“Oh, definitely.” Luxx breaks into a huge, possibly evil grin. “You two danced for a while. It was super hot, not gonna lie. Felt like a damn music video. Sasha whipped her hair around so fast I almost got whiplash…” They trail off, then regain their thought. “Then you went to the diner part. You ate chicken tenders and stared at each other like starving puppies. You talked for like two hours. I’ve never seen you so far gone for someone, Netra. Sasha even wiped hot sauce off your cheek at one point.”

Anetra tears her eyes away from Sasha. She doesn’t know if the embarrassment is from how hard she fell for Sasha, in love and ready to marry her after a few drinks and a few hours in her presence, or if it’s from not being able to remember any of it. She wishes she knew what they talked about, how much of themselves they had shared last night. She wants to know all of Sasha’s favorite things, what her life is like, what music she listens to. She wants all of those pieces, and after last night, she’s probably missed out on her chance. Playing secret agent in a casino has been fun, but after things are settled, they’ll probably both go their separate ways. Why on earth would Sasha stay in contact with some stranger she drunkenly married? Did any of what they felt last night really mean anything, especially if they don’t remember? Probably not, and any pieces of Sasha that Anetra had last night have slipped through her hands.

“Do you know where we went after this?” Sasha asks Luxx. She looks oddly wistful, almost like she was lost in thought too.

Luxx’s eyes light up brighter than the disco ball on the dance floor. “Well, that’s the best part. You didn’t let me get to it.” They pause, drawing it out as long as possible, until Anetra huffs. “You must have fallen deep over those chicken tenders, because you went to Loosey’s chapel.”

It makes Anetra’s heart skip a beat. This is it, then. The end is in sight. They’ll go to the chapel, see if Loosey can tell them anything besides you were drunk and got married, and then it’s done.

“I guess we’re heading to the chapel,” Sasha says softly.

“Yeah.”

—-

“You were drunk and got married,” Loosey says, her no-nonsense tone at odds with the sparkly pink walls of the chapel. The baby blue pews somehow look menacing, their empty seats staring at Anetra. “That’s about all I can tell you. Oh, I did bring you to a room.” She nods at Anetra. “You didn’t have your room key, and I wasn’t about to search your wife—Sasha, I think?—for hers. I thought it was easier to bring you to an empty one. I basically carried both of you, so you’re welcome.”

“Thank you,” Anetra says, and she means it. She wishes she didn’t act like a drunk idiot, but things could have gone worse if Loosey didn’t get them somewhere safe.

“I do have a phone that one of you left here. And a credit card with Sasha’s name on it.”

“The phone is mine too,” Sasha says, taking both from Loosey. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” Loosey pauses, biting her lip, then turning to them earnestly. “I can tell you—I’ve done a lot of these weddings. Most of them are disasters and I know they won’t last ten minutes. But you two. I don’t know. You looked right together. You looked like you meant the vows and the kiss.” She shrugs a second later. “But you were drunk, what the hell do I know? Maybe I’m just in a less cynical mood today.”

With that, she directs them out of the chapel and into the casino hall, where the shouts and yells and rings crash into them.

“Can I show you something?” Anetra asks. She doesn’t want things to end yet, doesn’t want to have the conversation they need to have.

Sasha nods, and Anetra leads her down to the fourth floor service elevator. For all the glitter and gold and glamor, this was always her favorite spot in the casino. It’s only a cramped bench near the elevator, but it overlaps just enough with the fifth-floor aquarium that you can look up and see the bottom of the glass tank that the turtles swim around in.

“I love this.” Sasha’s eyes shine in awe, and it makes Anetra want to marry her all over again.

“No one knows about this spot except the workers. I used to come here when I wanted a little quiet.”

Sasha sighs. “I guess we solved our mystery of last night.”

“The only thing we didn’t figure out is how I got this bruise.” Anetra presses it while she thinks.

But Sasha has a hesitant smile on her face. “Oh, um, I remember what happened. I didn’t want to tell you, because I figured you were picturing some big heroic fight.”

“I wasn’t,” Anetra insists weakly, though her head still plays the scene of her punching the guy who fought her after she spilled her drink, or defending Sasha from a jealous blackjack player, or even an epic battle where she single-handedly took down a bunch of pit bosses who were watching their wins too closely.

“Sure.” Sasha’s smile is too knowing. “Anyway, when you were leaving the blackjack table, you stumbled and walked into a pillar. Kind of anti-climactic, I know.”

“Are you sure?” Anetra asks, a sly smile spreading across her face. “Maybe some other secret agents were after us, and we had to flee across the casino, and I took them down with nothing but my fists and some blackjack chips.”

Sasha’s smile widens. “Maybe that is what happened. But I helped you take them down too.”

“You absolutely did.”

They slip into silence, and Anetra could stay like this all day. Sasha at her side, the turtles passing overhead. The day wouldn’t have to end. They wouldn’t have to decide what to do about these rings. She wouldn’t have to say goodbye to Sasha and wonder what could have been if they just had a normal night.

Sasha finally speaks. “So, I think I’ve decided whether this was a good idea or a bad one.”

“Worst idea of your life, I’m guessing?”

Sasha laughs. “Oh, this was nowhere near the worst idea of my life. No, this was—somewhere in the middle. And I might not remember last night, but today was actually really fun.” The joking tone is gone, and she looks at Anetra like she means it.

“Yeah, it was.”

“I—I like hanging out with you. I like you.” Sasha tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, looking up at Anetra hesitantly.

“I like you too,” Anetra says. If today was a date of sorts, it’s one of the best she’s ever had. She loves Sasha’s laugh, and how well she bounces off what Anetra says. She loves her hair and her eyes and the way she sticks her tongue out when she’s excited. “I wish I remembered kissing you,” Anetra says before she can stop herself. “You deserve better than some drunk wedding kiss.”

“You deserve better too,” Sasha breathes, and then she’s leaning in. Anetra’s heart leaps when Sasha’s lips meet hers, soft and warm and sweet. It’s the kiss they should have had last night, the kiss they deserve to have, with Sasha’s arms on her back and Anetra’s hands resting on Sasha’s waist, feeling her warmth and having it grow in her own chest. Anetra doesn’t want to let go, because she knows this is their farewell kiss, but she forces herself to.

Anetra takes her hands off Sasha’s sides and steels herself. Maybe if she starts the goodbye, it won’t hurt so bad. Like ripping off a Band-Aid. “So, I guess we—”

“I’m really hungry,” Sasha cuts her off. “Are you hungry? I think we should go to dinner and have a real date. One we can remember.” She stands up, offering her hand to Anetra, the wedding ring glinting in the light.

“Do you…are you sure?” Anetra just blinks at her, worried that Sasha will disappear if she looks away, or will change her mind.

“I’m sure.” She takes a breath. “Look, we can worry about these rings and that marriage certificate after. I just know that I like you, and I want to spend this week with you before we do that.”

“I’d love that.” Anetra slips her hand into Sasha’s, and lets Sasha lead her into the casino.

#rpdr fanfiction #s15 #anetra #sasha colby #anetra x sasha #salina estitties #jax #luxx noir london #loosey laduca #lesbian au #athena2 #concrit welcome

[pinkymattel]

Colby girls.- I

Sooo, turns out I kinda made a story after years of being inactive in... Well, everywhere.

Some Sashnetra and KerriColby/WillowPill even literally nobody asked for. This is pretty much inspired by Gilmore Girls because I needed some relationship between teenage moody Kerri and cool mom Sasha. I hope you like this, and let me know what you think! :)

- pinkymattel.

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The first thing the girls heard at dawn was the voice of Nicky Minaj singing Anaconda and making the dark-haired jump as usual, falling out of bed and making the owner of the room growl at the thought of being picked up so early. 

"Can you turn that thing off?" Willow asked from the floor, although she knew it would be useless to ask again when she heard snoring from the bed, so she decided to do it herself. The girl swore she didn't snore, but damn it, it looked like a fucking motorcycle going on, and although Willow could record to have evidence from the snoring princess, her kindness always ended up winning, "Keke, time to get up." 

She only received an even louder snore in response. 

"Kerri Elizabeth Colby, pick up your fat ass right now or we'll be late," yelled the girl with all her strength, including a slap on the butt of her best friend who got up just to throw the first pillow she hit. The trick didn't work for her because Willow was more agile and managed to take her by the arms to lift her before she could go to bed again, "Do we really have to do this every day?" 

"Why don't you give up once and for all and make things easier for both of us, Uh?" Kerri whined once she was up, with her hair made a mess. 

"Tell me that you want to miss seeing Daya and Jasmine fight at the English class debate today, and I'll let you go back to bed," Willow smiled with satisfaction to see the girl fall silent, "That's what I thought. I'll see you downstairs in ten minutes. It will be less if you don't want me to finish all the breakfast your mom made for us." 

Willow walked out of the room with all the security of the world, not realizing that Kerri was scanning her from head to toe, especially as she noticed that the over-sized shirt that she used as a pajama had been raised behind her, revealing her ass covered in my little pony panties. 

And Kerri definitely hadn't blushed as the bisexual teen in love with her best friend she was. 

No Sir. 

So after shaking her head, she decided it was time to start with her meticulous daily routine. She started by choosing the right outfit: low-rise jeans and a white crop top along with a pair of matching sneakers and then proceeded to do her makeup precisely to end up with her hair, although there really wasn't much to do because it was perfect by itself. Kerri aspired to maintain that impeccable Y2K aesthetic for which she was known, and if she had to be late for classes to look pretty, she wouldn't hesitate twice. 

Kerri Colby was a princess. Sue her.

She finally went downstairs after collecting her things to find what she considered her two best friends having breakfast while a plate of waffles without syrup waited patiently for her. Willow had told some stupid joke because her mother was laughing, and although she didn't want to admit it, it made her morning completely happy. 

"Well, aloha. Look who deigned to have breakfast with us," Sasha said once her laughter calmed down and they noticed the girl's presence. 

"Aloha, could you stop judging me? It will take me long to look this fabulous," The girl answered, starting to eat while Willow looked curiously at the simple way she ate her waffles like every morning, "You're going tonight, right?" she asked, referring to the football game she would be cheering at. 

"Maybe, only if Michelle lets me go out early. I can't promise anything, Keke," said the woman as she got up for more coffee for herself and orange juice for Willow, who just listened silently with her eyes wide open.

"Aw, I want you to meet the new coach, Ms. Padua is amazing. She let me go to the top of the pyramid this week, and the routines she has been putting in are finally challenging. I'm sure you're going to adore her," explained the brown-haired teen, and Willow was on her side, stating that indeed the new coach was great, "Oh! Mom, I think you could help her. She really needs a new hair dye. Well, a whole new look to be honest, don't you agree, Will?" 

"That was very shady, but yes, you're right," said the girl, making them laugh and climbing up to get ready while Kerri finished her breakfast. 

"Well, I promise you that I will do everything in my power to be able to come and see you tonight," Sasha smiled gently before getting off the table and beginning to collect all the dirty dishes. 

This allowed the younger Colby to look at her mother from head to toe. She looked as beautiful as ever, but that morning, she looked even younger than usual. Maybe it had to do with the fact that she had retouched her brown hair dye the night before in the hair salon where she worked or perhaps because she was wearing her daughter's high heels, "Keke, you're in the clouds again." 

Kerri shook her head clumsily, watching her mother laugh while listening to Willow's steps on the stairs going back and forth frantically. That happened every morning, but it was useless for Kerri to try to ask the dark-haired to have her things ready the night before. Willow was a mess by nature. 

"Kerri, I can't find my neon paintings!" the girl exclaimed in desperation. 

"Have you already checked under the bed? By the side of your yellow boots," Kerri replied calmly, knowing full well that they were there while she heard the horn of Bosco's black car, indicating that she was already there like every morning. 

"Yes! They aren't there. I swear to you that if you hide them, I will- Oh!" After a few seconds, the dark-haired climbed down the stairs quickly and found the Colby girls waiting for her at the entrance with a look not surprised at all, "I found them definitely not there." 

"Anyway, come on. It's getting late." 

The three girls rushed out, Kerri and Willow holding hands, to no one's surprise. Inside the black car, three girls were waiting for them: Bosco in the driver's seat while she sang a Diana Ross song at the top of her lungs, Jorgeous on her right side applying lip gloss as if she was paying for it, and Angeria was crawling in the back just existing. 

"Good morning, Sasha. Gorgeous as always!" Exclaimed Bosco with a smile when she noticed her presence while the others growled in her attempt to flirt with Kerri's mother 

"Good morning, girls. And Bosco, for god's sake, concentrate on the road and try not to kill them." 

"I'll try, but it's hard to do it while I think of your beautiful eyes," Sasha laughed outrageously at the horrified face of her daughter and her other friends. 

"Can we leave now? I need to arrive to put a restraining order on Bosco and then move to another continent," interrupted Kerri, dedicating a murderous smile to the driver and sending a kiss to her mother with the palm of her hand, "Take care. I'll see you later." 

"Until later, ku'uipo"

And with one last smile, they finally made their way to school. 

"I swear by god that if I hear you flirt with my mother again, I will scratch your car until my hand falls off," Kerri said with a threatening smile. 

"Aw, but she's so beautiful!" 

"It would be less disturbing if you tried to make a move to Kerri. I mean, at the end of the day, she's her living copy, and she's your age," said Angeria, smiling sweetly. And Kerri really must have been lost that morning to not notice that the other girls discreetly looked at Willow as she held her hand more tightly, "Or maybe not. I think it's better for everybody if you forget about the Colby girls for a while." 

Amid laughter and lost looks, the five girls finally made it to school. Everything was as chaotic as always, although that day it was even more so thanks to the football match that would take place that afternoon. Their school (much to the dislike of Willow and all the other art nerds) was known for its sporting spirit and for always coming out undefeated in games, as they had the best soccer team and cheerleaders in the state. 

Kerri didn't bother much, to be honest. Since she was a little girl, she had been unable to keep still and had tried everything: dance classes, gymnastics, jumping rope, and cheering. The girl liked everything and had been victorious in most of the tournaments she had attended, to nobody's surprise. Of course, it had a lot to do with the fact that her mother supported her in everything she wanted to try and was her fan number one.

"Are you nervous about tonight's match?" Willow asked as she waited for her to finish taking out her books so they could go together to their first class. 

"Not really. You and Mom will be there, so I have nothing to worry about." 

Kerri was willing to hold her hand and silently address her next class but was interrupted by a boy who clearly had no idea how society and personal space worked because he decided to take the girl from the waist as a form of greeting.

"Colby! You look beautiful today. Ready for tonight's match?" 

"Wow, hi, Calvin. Yes, I'm excited about the game," the girl replied as she quietly parted ways and watched Willow roll her eyes and take two steps forward so she would know she was there in case she needed it, "But we're late to science, and I'm really about to fail that class, so we'll see each other later." 

"Keke, wait!"

The brown-haired closed her eyes with frustration at hearing that nickname. She was determined to take Willow and flee there as soon as possible, but she knew it was useless, so she just decided to give up and became comfortable to see what was going to happen. 

"How did you call her?" Willow angrily asked as the boy repeated with confusion the nickname. It was an almost funny scene, like seeing a little mouse fighting a big lion, scared and confused, "Yeah, I thought I heard that. Look, Calvin, it turns out there are only two people in the world that we can call Kerri that way: her mother and I. If I'm in the mood, our friends too. But you're not on that list, so just call her Kerri, Colby, or better yet, don't call her."

And so, Kerri, still in shock, let the girl take her hand and drive her into the room where indeed, they were already late. 

"Um, hey. Kerri?" Willow asked shyly once they were in the back of the classroom while the teacher tried to explain something, but it was in vain. Everybody was a mess thanks to the excitement of the match. She looked almost fearful, and although Kerri was embarrassingly turned on just minutes ago at how she stood up to one of the toughest football players in school, now she was about to melt at those puppy eyes, "I'm sorry, I was a mess out there. I don't want to take down your chance with Calvin if you like him or something like that... I mean, you can have better than a stupid himbo who thinks football is the center of the universe because you're better than that, but whatever, you're my best friend, and I just want the best for you."

"Baby," whispered the cheerleader without thinking, making both blush at the nickname. Great, she was amazing at being subtle, "I think it was sweet that you did that. I don't want anyone else besides my two favorite people in the universe to call me that," Kerri bit her lip when she saw the smile form on the face of Willow. "Let's forget about Calvin. He doesn't matter anymore."

"Yeah, he doesn't matter," Willow tried while she took a lock of brown hair behind her friend's ear with a gaze full of devotion that made Kerri's heart beat fast, "Just you and I, right, Keke?"

It wasn't fair.

It wasn't fair that Kerri was such a mess for her best friend.

"Right, doll."

Willow smiled brightly at that and set her attention to the attempt of class they were having, encouraging Kerri to do the same.

Although it didn't make much difference, the brown-eyed cheerleader was already lost. She watched Willow quietly take notes as she played with one of her earrings and her nose scrunched when she didn't understand something, not knowing that this gesture seemed completely adorable to her best friend. 

It all started last summer. Or at least Kerri was aware up to that point.

The two had been inseparable since they met when they were eight years-old. Willow's aunt visited the beauty salon where Sasha worked, and they became best friends from the moment they met. They were opposite poles but complemented each other wonderfully. Kerri was the energy-filled bubble that read fashion magazines and was born as a sportswoman, while the dark-haired was rather a weirdo, art, and punk fanatic. One was outgoing and willing to do anything, while the other was more reserved and preferred to be in her secure zone. Both knew everything about each other, and although they had more friends they adored, the bond between them was unique. 

It was one night in the middle of a sleepover, when Sasha finally went to sleep and gave the girls a talk with the TV turned on. They had a deep conversation in which Willow told her how much she wanted to enter that art institute in New York and succeed in doing what she loved most in life. 

That night, as Kerri caressed her hair and listened to her talk with such passion, she knew she was in love with her best friend, and there was nothing she could do to change it. 

So yes, there was a secret that neither of her two best friends knew: Kerri Elizabeth Colby was completely and hopelessly in love with a punk nerd with pretty brown eyes. 

"Keke? Back in the clouds?" Willow said, pulling her out of her thoughts only to realize the class was finally over. 

"Uh, yeah, sorry." 

"It's okay. I'll hand you my notes tomorrow. I doubt you have the head for anything else but the match today," said the dark-haired girl with an adorable smile, making Kerri's heart rush pathetically. She couldn't help it, just seeing her smile, her eyes, her hair, and honestly, everything about Willow made her weak. 

"Yeah, I doubt I can concentrate on anything else." 

*** 

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, there was a hair salon that was a mess that morning. 

Sasha Colby was trying to finish the pink hair dye that a teenager who was a frequent customer of the place had asked for, although she knew that no matter how well the girl turned out, she would end up crying as usual. Meanwhile, a migraine began to form as she listened to her workmates Israel and Jason (although everybody called them by their drag names: Mistress and Salina, rather than their birth names) made fun of her coworker Loosey like every morning as an excuse not to work while the song that came out of one of the twins' phones repeated over and over again and they performed a ridiculous dance in front of it. 

It was a crazy day, but at least the fact that she knew she was almost done and could take a break from all that mess encouraged her a little. 

"Hello, sash!" Sasha knew she was officially lost when the twins finally got bored recording TikToks and joined her workstation, "I love the color of your hair. Very trendy." 

"Thank you, Spice. You girls have no work to do?" 

"Not really, Sugar's appointment canceled, and I don't have one until an hour," answered the punk twin with a smile, unable to see the sigh Sasha let go of, knowing they would be there until she found her next victim, "How's Kerri?" 

"I can't wait for her to enter college! We will take her to all the iconic bars. Oh! She definitely has to come into our sisterhood. Right, Spice?" 

"Right, Sugar! She will look super adorable with the KPK shirt... Although she won't have it for long with the wet shirts contest and all that," Sasha opened her eyes like dishes before taking her blow dryer and watching the two girls talk about how they would steal her baby, her precious Kerri, to transform her into another Sugar or Spice. 

"You two are crazy if you think I'll let Kerri go with any of you," the woman said before turning on her dryer to avoid hearing the other two girls whining. 

By the time Sasha finished, the twins had finally become bored and had gone to mess with someone else, so after drying her client's tears because, according to her, 'it was the best pinkish hair dye in history,' she was finally able to take a break. Although, before that, she was asked to bring everyone's respective coffee orders. The cafeteria was relatively close by, so she decided to walk with the excuse of taking some fresh air before returning to the same chemical-filled room she worked in. 

Her morning had begun chaotically, but she definitely felt much better being able to walk silently with her thoughts alone. Sasha was thinking about the trip she had planned with Kerri and Willow as a graduation present. Her daughter wanted to travel to Hawaii to see where she had grown up, the sea where she had spent her entire childhood afternoons, and learn the culture of that place, but Sasha wasn't convinced. She hadn't come back home since that fight with her mother and family, where she cut ties with them, but at the same time, she didn't want to break her daughter's illusion. 

Sasha was capable of everything for her. 

"Uh, could you repeat the last order?" asked the confused barista. 

"Yeah, uh, it would be a strawberries and cream frappuccino, add vanilla bean powder and Java chips. Then add a whole banana and top with whipped cream and mocha drizzle, please," Officially, Sasha was dying of shame to see how there was a whole row behind her just because of the stupid infernal orders of the twins. She could swear that the woman behind her laughed a little after repeating it but decided to ignore it. She was probably paranoid. 

The brown-haired woman had to wait for six fucking coffees, so she decided to pay as soon as possible and step aside. She headed to the nearest table, about to check Instagram, when a strange voice pulled her out of her thoughts. 

"Are you planning to drink six sugar-filled coffees by yourself?" 

Sasha looked up only to find the most intimidating pair of eyes in the world. 

She was a blonde, almost white-silver-haired woman who wore sporting attire and expected an answer from her with a teasing smile. She was beautiful in a way she couldn't describe, almost mesmerizing with that naughty expression and the scar that started on her left eyebrow all the way down to below her eye. And now, Sasha had never believed in love at first sight, but damn, maybe she could be the exception. 

"Uh, they're for my coworkers, actually," she replied nervously. 

"I see. Can I wait here? There are no more tables available and my order goes after your diabetes feast," Sasha nodded with a smile, too lost in the beauty of the blonde to notice that there were five other tables available around her, "My name is Anetra," the girl officially introduced herself, extending her hand with a lovely smile. 

"Sasha, a pleasure," a mini cardiac arrest happened in the woman's chest when she shook her hand and was about to faint, but she was quickly composed. 

"Cute name, Sasha. You seem familiar to me, have I seen you somewhere before?" 

"Uh, I work at the hair salon 'Visage' a few streets here. Maybe you've been there once," although deep down, Sasha knew there was no way someone like Anetra would have passed her by. 

"Nah, clearly I haven't walked into a beauty salon in a long time," she mocked, referring to her blond hair unwashed, "But I have a friend working there, what a coincidence! Mistress. Or well, Israel really, Mistress Isabelle Brooks is her drag name, so I'm used to calling her that." 

Sasha's smile only grew bigger when she learned they had something in common. It didn't matter if Mistress mocked her for the rest of her days; at least she knew there was an excuse to see her again. 

"Sure, Mistress! She's a real bomb, I adore her." 

"Yeah, me too, although sometimes she can be too much," Yeah, Sasha knew what she meant, "We met in college. If you ever need material to threaten her, I have pictures of her in drag for the first time, I swear it's a wonder," said Anetra, smiling at the woman's laughter in front of her. 

"It will definitely be helpful, so I'll take the offer.'' The woman smiled gently and involuntarily took a lock of hair behind her ear as she did every time she was nervous. She could feel Anetra's green eyes studying each movement of her, so she decided to break the silence to distract herself a little, "What about you? Do you also work near here?" 

"I live in an apartment two blocks away. In fact, I was also getting ready for work. I'm going to need some caffeine, today is going to be a little bit insane," the blonde's penetrating look made Sasha nervous, but she was definitely enjoying whatever was going on. Being a single, openly lesbian mother, you could say she didn't get much attention from intensely beautiful women like the one in front of her unless she was alone. Besides, it isn't as if all that interaction was some kind of flirtation... Or so she thought, "Sasha, can I be completely honest with you?" Oh no, here it was. Something bad was about to happen. "I think you're fucking stunning, and I had to force the barista to have my order after yours to have the guts to approach you and talk to you." 

Oh. 

Officially, for the first time in a long time, Sasha Colby had run out of words. 

"Uh, is this some kind of joke?" Sasha wanted to pat herself on the forehead when she realized what she said, "Because there's no way someone like you wants to sit down and talk to someone like me because you thought I look pretty after spending hours in a room full of whining clients and bitchy coworkers." 

Anetra smiled and took her hand gently. She was about to say more, but the voice of the barista behind the counter said that their orders were readily interrupted that moment. 

"Why don't I take you back to work and prevent those six coffees from falling on you and ruining your cute purple dress? You look gorgeous in it. It would be a shame." 

Sasha agreed with a nervous smile and blushed cheeks. The girl's black car was waiting for them, and like a gentlewoman, the blonde opened the door. The heart of the hairdresser was beating quickly to see how hot Anetra was driving. It should be a crime to look so good doing something as simple as driving. I mean, it could distract the other drivers and cause an accident! 

"Uh, thank you so much for the ride," said the woman in a purple dress, unsure what she should do now, "I think I'll see you soon. You know, for Mistress." 

"Sasha, can I have your number?" asked the other girl, determined as Sasha watched her coworkers start looking at them through the big window in front. 

"Uh?" 

"Okay, call me crazy, but I think you and I should go on a date. You are beautiful and fascinating, and honestly, I must know more about you or I think I will have to move to another city to forget your beautiful eyes." 

The hairdresser's cheeks turned pink. It was funny how she just went for a coffee and ended up bumping into the most beautiful woman in town, asking for a date. Obviously, Sasha wanted to scream her yes, she wanted to give her her number and talk to her all night long, make plans for a date in that Italian restaurant where she could barely afford a glass of wine with her salary in the salon and she also wanted to kiss her when she took her back home. She knew there was a high probability that this would happen. 

But then what? 

What would happen when Anetra found out that she had a teenage daughter she adored with all her heart? Sasha couldn't afford to think selfishly, Kerri was her priority before all things, and besides, she was never good with one-night stands anyways. She knew she was unable to date the blonde, get to know her even more, and pretend that none of that happened when Anetra found out she was a single mother. 

"Anetra, I-" Sasha sighed heavily, wishing she could understand everything telepathically to avoid two broken hearts, "I also think you are fucking gorgeous and amazing, and I have no doubt you are someone interesting, but I can't do this," the smile on her face disappeared slowly, "I don't want to disappoint you."

"Honey, what are you talking about?" The blonde's sweet voice only made Sasha's heart weaker. Her gaze reflected despair. Anetra really wanted to take her on a date, and it was killing her, "Please, I doubt there is anything that could disappoint me. I just want to get to know you better and have a good time, sweetie." 

The brown-haired woman only smiled before looking into her eyes one last time. 

"Sorry, Anetra. I would love to be your friend, but only that," lied Sasha, unable to see her in the eyes while that came out of her mouth, "Thank you so much for bringing me. I hope to meet you again." 

And without giving her another chance to fight for her, Sasha cowardly walked out, trying to handle seven stupid coffees with a lump in her throat. When she opened the door, all her coworkers ran out like cockroaches, pretending they had seen nothing of what had happened outside. All except for Mistress, who was looking at her with a beaming smile ready to attack her, but after seeing her condition, she wiped out her smile altogether and instead, a gesture of concern took place. 

"Sasha?"  

"It's the last time I offer to go for coffees!" the woman sentenced angrily. Although the feeling of sadness invaded her once again as she turned around and saw Anetra's black car begin to move away from the place, "Sugar, you owe me $20 for that stupid milkshake you call coffee." 

The rest of the afternoon was tense enough for someone to come to bother Sasha. After seeing the state in which she returned, no one was brave enough to speak to her and honestly, although the woman with expressive eyes felt guilty after the twins approached with puppies eyes to return her drinks money, she decided that she didn't want to make an effort to say a word either. 

She kept thinking about the blonde she had met and who had invited her out. She thought of her pretty green eyes and the scar she had, about her smile and her deep voice that sped up her heart. Anetra was the only thing on her mind, or at least it was until she received a message from Kerri asking her if she was able to attend the game so that Willow would take a place away from Bosco. 

Kerri was the only one who could pull a smile on her face that afternoon. 

So after pleading to Michelle, her boss, to let her go early, Sasha finally managed to put the green-eyed woman in the back of her mind to concentrate on the priority she loved so much. She arrived at school a little late because it was so full that it had been a difficult task to find a parking spot, but once she did, she ran as fast as she could to meet Willow and her daughter's other friends who were as excited about the game as the rest of the crowd. 

"Hello, Sash," greeted the dark-haired girl with a tired smile as she removed her things and freed up the space she had set aside. 

"Hello, Will," answered Sasha as she greeted the other girls with a smile and looked for Kerri. Apparently, the cheerleaders hadn't come out yet, but seeing the players already on the bench listening to their coach's directions indicated that they would appear soon, "How is our girl?" 

"She's fine, just a little bit nervous. Apparently, her coach had an argument with the captain in today's training, and things are a bit tense on the team." 

"Was Kerri involved?" Sasha's maternal senses were immediately activated, making Willow laugh at her paranoia. 

"Nah, she's Ms. Padua's protege. I think it's more likely that the sea will dry out before she's scolded," the girl explained as she took a pot of popcorn that one of her friends had given her and offered it to Sasha, whom she accepted as a courtesy. The food they sold at football matches wasn't something she was really interested in, "Oh! There they are!" 

Indeed, the cheerleaders came out in their blue uniforms and waved their pompoms back and forth while shouting the name of the team over and over again, encouraging people to get up from their seats and make even more noise than they already did. A smile formed on Sasha's face as Kerri looked for them, and when she finally did, she greeted them with the same enthusiasm as she had done in all her recitals since she was a kid.

"Ugh, she's the prettiest of the whole team. I don't understand why she's not up to the front," Willow said in frustration and immediately blushed when she realized what she had said. Sasha could only smile at that but decided not to say anything to shame her, "Also, the most talented! Not only is she pretty, I mean, the others are too, but Kerri deserves it more and- Oh! It's already beginning. We better watch the game; I love football!" 

Sasha had her suspicions that something was going on between the pair, but she preferred to wait for someone to say something about it. 

As expected, neither Willow nor Sasha had any idea what the hell was going on in the camp, so they just clapped when the others did it and took pictures of Kerri whenever the cheerleaders did something important. Both of them knew how significant it was for the other girl to be there to support her, and although they hated that environment, in the end, they couldn't help but celebrate that the team came out victorious. 

The whole place turned into a mess as soon as the match ended, so the girls decided to wait in the same place as always for Kerri and her friends. Sasha decided to spend some time alone with the teenagers, greeting from afar the mothers of Jorgeous and Camden, who were also waiting for their daughters, who were on the cheerleading team with Kerri. She had never been good at talking to the mothers of her daughter's friends, although she was always polite. Usually, women found her a little immature and weird because she had Kerri too young, and she knew they definitely talked about her background, so she was always left aside when it came to going out for coffee with the other mothers. It wasn't as if she really cared. Sasha was happy with her daughter and friends, who seemed to trust her. 

"Mom!" her smile only got bigger when she saw her daughter running into her arms. She had changed her uniform and now wore a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie with the school logo, but she was the prettiest in Sasha's eyes, "Did you like it?" 

"Keke, I was completely fascinated! Although I must admit it almost gives me a heart attack when they raised you at the top of the pyramid," Sasha joked as Willow joined them and hugged the brown-haired cheerleader. That pair definitely got something between hands, and Sasha was dyíng to know, "Well, are you ready to go home? I can order pizza to celebrate if you girls are in the mood," that seemed to put a smile on the girls faces, at least until the dark-haired girl realized something and her expression fell, making her separate a little uncomfortable. 

"Uh, I actually have to go back to with my aunt today, the social worker will go early tomorrow, and if I'm not there, they'll kill me," explained the girl with her head down. The Colby girls knew how much Willow hated going home, but they also knew how uncomfortable it made her when they brought it up, so Sasha jst hugged her, and Kerri took her hand with sweetness, "I'm sorry to miss our Friday girly-movie nights. But you aren't going to save of me next week; we'll watch Mars Attacks again!" 

Sasha and Kerri growled at the idea while the dark-haired was laughing. But they knew they would be able to watch that movie over and over again to make her happy. 

After a long farewell to Willow (as if they weren't going to see her the next day), mother and daughter were about to leave while joking about how Kerri's friends had tried to convince her to do a bring-it-on routine when they were interrupted by a strange voice calling the younger Colby. 

"Colby! You forgot this in the dressing rooms!" 

That deep voice became too familiar to Sasha, who felt her heart paralyzed for a few seconds before gathering courage and finally turning around. And indeed, there she was, the woman with green eyes who had been in her mind all afternoon. Anetra looked at her with her eyes wide open, unable to move, but after a few seconds where her gaze alternated with looking at Sasha and Kerri, something seemed to click inside her, and she could only smile mischievously. 

"Oh! Thank you, Mom would have killed me if I lost another one of these in less than a month," Kerri joked with a smile as she grabbed the pair of AirPods held by her trainer and dragged her mother, ready to introduce them. Sasha refused internally. She knew that if she approached and interacted again with that woman, she would fall at her feet without caring about anything else, "Ms. Padua, she's my mom, Sasha. Mom, she's my coach, Ms. Padua." 

"Anetra Padua, a pleasure," how the hell dared to take out the card of going crazy? And even more with that annoying, stupid smile as she scanned her from head to toe. Sasha was officially losing her head, "Kerri has talked a lot to me about you, Sasha Colby," Okay, now she was playing dirty by saying her name in that deep voice. 

"Uh, yeah. Same," the brown-haired hairdresser tried to hide her nervousness at seeing her daughter raising a brow conspiratorially. The last thing she needed was to have to explain to Kerri about her love life, "Good job over there, the girls really looked good today." 

"Yeah, I think the same. Not to boast, but I have the best team of cheerleaders in the state," replied the blonde without looking away from Sasha at least until she realized that one of her students was suspiciously observing them and had to cough uncomfortably to get out of her trance, "Well, I guess I'll see you girls later. Kerri, great job today," the girl smiled brilliantly at the words of her trainer, "Sasha, it was really a pleasure to meet you." 

And with one last handshake, Anetra and Sasha exchanged glances before the blonde disappeared into the crowd. 

"Well, that was strange," Kerri said to break the silence and force her mother back on her way to her car. 

But Sasha couldn't help but turn around every five seconds to see that the interaction wasn't a hallucination. Anetra was still in the middle of the parking lot as people kept coming out, and she was talking to a couple of teachers that Sasha recognized thanks to her daughter. However, the unexpected happened when out of nowhere, a blonde with a pretty smile came behind Anetra to surprise her by circling her waist and kissing her cheek. 

The hairdresser's heart sped up to see that scene. She felt disappointed, angry, empty, and many other things. Of course, Anetra was in a relationship! It was a crime for a woman like her to be single, but she couldn't help but feel stupid when she realized it had all been a joke. Those green eyes had tried to seduce her only to make fun of her. 

"Oh, I guess Angie was right after all. Ms. Padua and Ms. Marcia are in a relationship," Kerri said, looking in the direction where her mother had her eyes stuck. Those words only made Sasha feel worse, who just turned on the vehicle and ran away from it once and for all, being the bright smile of Anetra the last thing she saw of the place, "Mom, are you okay? You look a little pale." 

"I'm fine, just a little tired." 

"Oh, that means we'll leave our Friday's girly-movie night for next week?" asked Kerri in a disappointed tone. And as always, Sasha didn't have the heart to deny something to her best friend. 

"Nah. It's nothing a bowl of cereal and ice cream can't fix." 

Upon arriving home, Kerri ran at the speed of light to take off her shoes and turn on the TV while offering to collect everything needed for her girls' night so that Sasha could enter her room to become more comfortable. But Anetra couldn't get out of her memory, and although Sasha was trying to concentrate on following her skincare routine step by step, in her head, she repeated over and over again the way a much younger and prettier blonde had hugged her. The hairdresser wanted to be angry with the green-eyed woman for lying, but it was impossible. She just felt disappointed with life. 

Clearly, something as good as a woman like Anetra inviting her out couldn't happen to Sasha. 

She wasn't worthy of such a thing. 

"Hey, you took your time, huh? I had to start with the ice cream without you. I swear it's not an excuse," Sasha smiled when she saw the show in front of her. Kerri had made a fort with sheets and pillows, there were several VHS on the floor and a lot of junk food waiting for them. 

So Sasha decided that as long as her daughter existed, the rest didn't matter. 

"Well, what shall we watch tonight? Mean girls? 13 going 30? Aquamarine?" If Willow and Kerri had one thing in common, it was how predictable they were when choosing films. But the hairdresser didn't care much; she loved spending time with them, although it meant watching the same five movies all the time. 

"Actually, I thought about seeing something different today. I hope you don't mind." 

It was then that Sasha realized that the VHS tapes in front of her were home videos that she had filmed when she used to be a performer. 

She obviously agreed with a nostalgic smile. 

The first video was an empty nightclub in Manhattan, featuring a huge disco ball in the middle of the dancefloor as a song started to play in the distance before finally showing three drag queens ready to start the night with colorful wigs and dresses full of sequins. Sasha remembered them so fondly that she felt her heart pounding at their image. 

The three girls had helped her when she arrived in the big city after being kicked out by her mother. They were her family when she needed it most, the ones who wiped her tears in her worst moments and those who taught her to put on makeup and walk with heels. They were the ones who held Kerri in their arms for the first time and who started crying to rivers in her first Christmas recital when the little girl came out dressed as a reindeer, with her red nose and the most beautiful dress made by her chosen family. 

But now there was only the memory of those happy days, and that made Sasha jump when her daughter took her hand firmly and wiped away the tears she didn't know had come out. 

"I miss them too," Kerri admitted with a smile. She remembered her three aunties fondly and talked to them whenever she could, but she knew it wasn't the same. However, the Colby girls already had a home in that city, and that was something they loved more than anything else. 

Suddenly, a new video began, and Kerri gasped with excitement, releasing her mother's hand to sit as close to the TV as possible, even though she knew that video by heart, making Sasha laugh in the process.

The first notes of "Always on my mind" by the Pet Shop Boys flooded the room as a young Sasha Colby came on stage. The lights shone and made the sequins of the silver bodysuit she wore stand out even more, though, to be honest, there was nothing brighter to Kerri than her mother's smile in that video. She performed that song as if it had been written just for her. The way she moved her hips and swirled around on the stage, filling herself with cheerings, was magical to see. Kerri didn't even want to blink. That was her favorite performance of her mother; it was her favorite moment: seeing the passion and love she gave to the stage made her skin chill at every second. 

"You look so pretty," Kerri muttered with a smile, unable to look away from the TV. She wanted to remember every movement, every gesture, and smile of her mother as possible, "Someday, I will be like you." 

A knot formed in Sasha's throat when she heard those words, and her eyes fixed on the girl next to her. Kerri murmured the song and recreated the moves she had done that night, looked at the image with devotion, and smiled every time she did so. Sasha could remember everything that happened that day perfectly well: it was the day of her 20th birthday. The performance was after a call with her mother, where they broke her heart to hear how much shame she gave to her family. 

That night, Cassandra, the first drag queen she met when she arrived in the big city, wiped her tears and made her part of her family. She gave her the most fucking stunning bodysuit she had ever created and was at her side when Sasha performed that song, where she sang the lyrics just for herself: to show how much she was going to love herself from that moment on. 

But it wasn't until that night that Sasha realized that she hadn't only performed for herself: she had also performed for Kerri Colby. 

"Kerri," called her sweetly, but the girl was only able to turn to see her when she finished the song, and the smile on her face remained intact, "I don't need you to be anyone other than yourself."

#colby girls #sasha colby #anetra #kerri colby #willow pill #sashnetra #kerri colby x willow pill #lesbian #fanfic #RuPaul's Drag Race #rpdr s15 #rpdr 14

[bunihyo]

could you write a tiny oneshot of anetra and sasha where they’re on a school issued field trip (I see them as the teachers, though.) and accidentally lose one of the kids? panicked girlies running around with their heads off.

and they get distracted flirting 🥹 my silly girls I love them sm and I love you for suggesting this. kind of went off in a diff direction, but I hope you still enjoy it!! <3

(1.2k)

A dull ache in Anetra’s shoulder causes her to sigh, a thump in her chest.

It’s loud enough to catch the attention of her tired coworker, Sasha, who turns to face her. “You okay?” She speaks gently, walking up beside the younger woman who surveys children kicking around dodge balls with wide grins. Sasha’s hand falls to the dip in Anetra’s back, and this simple action makes her slightly jump. She turns to look slightly behind her and meet the eyes of Sasha. Laced with concern.

“What?” She sputters, face slightly flushing at the proximity. Sasha tilts her head, and Anetra suddenly recalls what she said. “Oh, sorry. Yes, I’m okay. Just some pain in my shoulder. From the game.” She manages to speak despite her coworkers hand still lingering on her back.

Sasha frowns. “Don’t push yourself into an early retirement, Neech.” She chuckled gently and managed to make the younger teacher crack a grin. “Take it easy. You don’t need to be running around with the kids twenty-four seven.”

“Don’t I though?” Anetra cocked her head to the side, a teasing grin overtaking her features. “I am the P.E teacher, after all.”

Sasha rolls her eyes. “That doesn’t mean you should be bending and rushing around the way you do. No human should be that flexible.”

“You haven’t seen flexible yet.” Anetra winks, quickly turning to look back at the kids as an embarrassed blush arises on her face. “Um, anyways. Tell that to contortionists, Sash. Trust me, I’m all good.”

Sasha, still recovering from Anetra’s comment, clears her throat and shakes her head. “Where does it hurt?” Anetra lazily raises her left shoulder, and Sasha moved to land her hand there- pressing into it. “Does it hurt when I do this?”

Anetra bits her lip and shakes her head. Sasha digs the pad of her thumb slightly lower and Anetra lets out a hiss. “Ah,” Sasha hums. “Gotcha.” She gently moved to cup Anetra’s shoulder and applies light pressure, messaging the area. Anetra sighs, she has to admit it feels— great.

“How’s it now?” Sasha questions, pulling away after a few lingering seconds.

Anetra rolls her shoulder, the pain is still there but only slightly and isn’t as prominent as before. She hums. “Great, actually. Thank you,” She breathes out. Sasha nods affirmatively and Anetra grabs her whistle. “I think it’s time we go, forty til lunch.”

Sasha nods and gently covers her ears as Anetra blows the device, then allowing it to drop back against her chest. “Okay ya’ll! Let’s take attendance and then go back for some lunch!” She calls. The kids drop their dodge balls and rush over, lining up in a messy and panting line. Anetra smiles softly at them, and Sasha swoons at the small gesture.

“Alrighty, Miss Colby if you could handle attendance?”

Sasha forces a nod and begins to list off names, each child raising their hands when present. “Good, good. Riley…Miles…Steph…Ryan?” She calls gently, filtering through the group of kids. “Riley is he still in the bathroom?”

The tiny girl shrugs and Sasha sighs, turning to Anetra. “I’ll be right back. He’s probably still in there.” Anetra gives her a nod, watching her rush off to the locker rooms, where the bathrooms were. Sasha gently hollers in for the small boy, receiving no response. “Ryan? Come on buddy, we gotta get home!”

“Is he in there?” Anetra calls. Sasha turns and shakes her head. “Where is he then?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we should check around for him.” Anetra pursed her lips as Sasha comes back over, a worried expression now on her face. “We can’t leave the kids alone though.”

Anetra sighs. “It’s okay, I’ll go look for him. He couldn’t have gone far. He’s what, five?”

“Yeah.” Sasha takes in a deep breath and sighs it out. “I’ll watch the kids.”

Anetra hums, turning and leaving the gymnasium. Sasha turns to the children and pushes her hands onto her hips. “Are you guys sure you haven’t seen where Ryan went?” Unanimously the kids all shake their heads. Sasha sighs and looks around quietly, awaiting Anetra’s return. But five minutes pass by, and the taller woman still isn’t back.

“Was Ryan kidnapped?” A small blonde girl questions, and Sasha shakes her head quickly.

“Of course not.” Sasha comforts, though her demeanor gives away that she’s entirely stressed out. She contemplates before turning to the kids. “Okay, guys. I’m gonna give you some extra time to play, okay? I’m just gonna go help Miss Anetra find Ryan.”

The kids all cheered, rushing to grab the dodge balls again. “Don’t leave!” Sasha coached, turning and rushing right toward the door. She knew she shouldn’t leave the children alone, but Anetra was taking far to long to find the actual missing one. She quickly fled the gymnasium and walked briskly down a long lit hallway, hissing out Ryan and Anetra’s names.

“Anetra? Where are you?” She questions, rushing around like a mad woman. Her head peaks into every room, never finding the girl however. Or the child, of course. “God, don’t tell me you got lost too.” She hisses to herself, trying to look everywhere.

Her search winds up leading her to nothing, and as genuine fear begins to set in, until she rounds the corner and finds the girl she’d been searching for— crouched and trying to comfort a small child. “Anetra! There you are,” Sasha breaths, rushing forward and catching the attention of Anetra.

“Sash? What’re you doing here? Who’s with the kids?”

“Never-mind that, what took you so long?” Sasha questions, eyeing the child near her. She catches sight of fresh tears on his face and instantly turns concerned, dropping to her knees in-front of him and placing two hands on his shoulders. “Ryan? Are you okay sweetie?”

“No one was playing with him in dodge ball,” Anetra speaks gently. “He felt left out.”

Sasha’s heart clutches in her chest, she frowns. “Awh love…” She whispers, bringing the small boy in for a hug. “Why didn’t you say anything? We would’ve played with you.”

The small kid in her arms sniffled and shrugged. “Please come to us next time,” Anetra coached. “We won’t let you be left out again.”

He nods solemnly and Sasha gently hoists him up. “Come on buddy,” She slightly grunts, getting him comfortable in her arms. “Let’s get you back to the others. It’s nearly lunch.”

She turns to Anetra who nods and joins her at her side, the pair beginning to walk. Silence falls between them as they quietly travel down the halls, twisting and turning to get back to the gymnasium. “I got worried,” Sasha breathes. “When you didn’t come back.”

“I’m sorry,” Anetra apologizes, looking forward. “I found him, and went to walkie back to you. But then I saw he was crying,” She shrugged. “I figured he needed help. I know— I should have called back to you first.”

“No,” Sasha shakes her head. “It’s nice. What you did.” She smiles down at the ground. “You’re a good person, Neech.”

Anetra’s heart, again, thumps in her chest. Though, this time she’s sure it’s not because of her shoulder pain.

I love my little babies

#dd writes sashnetra ׂׂૢ #sashnetra #anetra #sasha colby #sasha x anetra #sashnetra ilysm #rupauls drag race #drag fiction #fanfiction #anon asks #anon <3 #dd loves writing

[aqpippin]

new episode means 294838 new wip ideas in my little brain [x]

#I cant finish the ones i have and YET #shut up pip #sasha x anetra has me wanting a burlesque au #and i’ve already made the pinterest 🫶🏼🫶🏼 #i added the pinterest link whomst am i kidding #like a little group fic and they just dance and have a great gay time

[yourbelgianthings]

#message from mirph #drag names #drag race #rupaul's drag race #rpdr #dragula #drag king #drag queen #drag performer #tumblr polls #polls

[sashacolbylesbian]

honey just put your sweet lips on my lips

a small au sashnetra drabble, very loosely (get loose) inspired by the wigloose rusical (original inspo here x) , a very very big thank you to @purplejan for her notes and kind words 💕

  The faint sound of children laughing outside carried on the breeze into the near empty classroom, specks of chalk dust shimmered in Sasha's peripheral vision as they flittered through the golden rays of the afternoon sun.  Her eyes cast down, a rapturous audience to the dance taking place between the fingertips that delicately glide across her skin and her own as they seamlessly weave together. She couldn’t resist the smile that tugged at the edge of her lips as she marveled at the sight, felt the way sparks trailed in the wake of Anetra’s touch as her thumb traced slow concentric circles along hers.

 The chalkboard at her back, cool and solid, was the only thing keeping her grounded amidst the heady warmth that seemed to cloud her senses whenever Anetra was near. Her smile grows wider as her confession fills the small distance between them that their hands had been determined to bridge.

 “I think my daughter's in love with you.”

 The low chuckle that reverberates in Sasha’s ear in response does nothing to fan the warmth that seems to seep into her skin just by being in proximity to the other woman. Neither does the way Anetra’s free hand ghost along the curve of her jaw, tilting it upright to bring those rich brown eyes back to center focus, they’re alight with impish mirth and Sasha’s quickly succumbing to their gravitational pull.

 “Is that so?”

 “Mmhmm” she can all but nod, her nose brushing Anetra’s, hopelessly distracted. Their faces are close enough now Sasha's eyes can trace the lines of the faint scar that runs down Anetra’s right eye, fights the urge to follow that same path with her fingertips, her lips.

Sasha feels like spring has finally begun to bloom all around her since Anetra crashed into her life. All of a sudden, the colors that had seemed muted found their vibrancy once more, and Sasha felt as if her heart was working overtime to make up for all the time it had lain dormant.

 “You're almost all she talks about now, how you're very smart and nice and pretty-" Sasha's cheeks bloom crimson as Anetra’s rich laugh envelops her once more and it's like she knows Kerri isn't the only Colby who's smitten with the new school teacher.

 “Well, I'm very flattered, but I don't think it's going to work out between us," Anetra murmurs, her voice low and hushed as if sharing a secret, her attention's caught in the way the pink that now sits high on Sasha's cheeks compliments the curve of her bottom lip as she traces it with her thumb.

 “No?" Head tilting coquettishly, it’s not a question but an invitation, making space for Anetra to fill.

 “No.” Anetra can’t resist her smile, can’t resist Sasha. “Unfortunately for her I think I’ve already fallen for someone else, happened the first day we met actually, and now I’m pretty sure it’s impossible to think of anyone else,” her words are all but a whisper, they brush against Sasha’s mouth they’re so close now.

 “Anetra,” the teacher's name falls from her lips like honey, it’s a plea, a hymn, it’s the sweetest thing Sasha's ever known.

 Finally, Anetra's lips capture her own. Spots of color dance behind Sasha's eyelids, her hands sift through soft auburn locks, and she finds herself craning up to pull Anetra in even closer, like a flower reaching for the sun.

 They’re pulled apart by the distant ring of a bell. Sasha’s eyes blink open and find center again in those warm brown eyes already focused so intently on hers, and even though they know their time is up Anetra’s forehead still comes to rest against her own, savoring a few more stolen seconds. It’s Sasha who finally finds it in herself to step away from the bubble they’ve built, knowing Kerri will be eager to return from recess and she doesn’t have a good excuse as to why she’s still here after dropping her lunch off thirty minutes ago.

 “You know, you could always stay if you like, we’ve got shapes and colors at two.” Sasha’s responding laugh is light and melodious, it cements itself in Anetra’s chest.

 “As tempting as that offer may be I really should go, but I’ll see you at three?”

 “You know where to find me.”

 “I do.” With a final smile over her shoulder Sasha’s gone, and Anetra’s already looking forward to the final bell at the end of the day.

#sashnetra #sasha colby #anetra #drag race fic

[slutnali]

Sometimes I just think about how insane that Sasha x Anetra I’m in love with the monster lipsync was

[sexynetra]

rachel !!!!!! 2, 5, 14, and 18 please :)

2. What’s next on your ‘to-read’ list? (Fan fiction or otherwise)

Idk if it counts as “next” if I’ve already started it but I’m working my way through “things have gotten worse since we last spoke and other misfortunes” by Eric Larocca, and I have 3 weeks to finish reading “a memory called empire” by Arkady Martine. I know I have fanfics I need to/want to read but I don’t have a running list off the top of my head, I think I’ve already read all the dame content out there 😂 does whatever pip is going to post when she completes her newest draft count?

5. What’s a crackship you love

Honestly idk I feel like most of my ships are kinda mainstream atm? Or if they aren’t mainstream they are at least one of the predictable ships for said person. That being said, I had altogether too much fun writing Anetra x Sugar, and I think I was onto something when I made Sasha x Kylie

14. (For authors) Post a line of dialogue from one of your WIPs without context.

“Well aren’t you just an absolute doll.”

18. Do you have a fic reading/writing routine

Hmmm not really I am kinda messy about it 😅 generally for shorter unedited fics I write a sentence or two of idea at the top of the page and then just dive in (usually on my work computer don’t come for me they have way stronger WiFi). Honestly for longer fics I do similar I just might have more info written out either on the top, or on my notes app with a few bigger points I want to hit. Sometimes I try to do a real outline but those can give me anxiety because I like to see where the characters lead me and not feel boxed in. For reading? Open up a fic on my phone, devour it as quickly as possible, enjoy, almost always try to leave a comment if I have the energy, repeat with next fic when something comes out I’m excited about.

#hi Gi :) #I love u #ask #asks #thecollectionsof #fanfic asks #fanfic writing asks #ask game #real book mentions! wow! look at me go! #I also have a nonfiction book on the history of camp that I want to read but that one doesn’t have a time limit #the other two do #the first one is a library loan so #chop chop

[moonshotsx]

once upon a... nightmare? (sashnarcia princess au)

blame those finale red carpet outfits lmao the villains x princess vibes were too strong to resist

-

Marcia sighed as she stared outside the window.

Another day had passed, another day closer to the one she was meant to marry a prince she didn't love, let alone know.

She had less than a few days away from the grand wedding, there was no escape in sight.

If there only was something she could do to get out of the situation her father had put her into, she'd give everything she'd got to get away.

Her thoughts were interrupted by red smoke filling the center of her room, followed by a muffled thud.

She got up and froze in place against the wall as two figures emerged from the fog.

Witches?

"Ah, shit, this doesn't look like the throne room".

The taller of the two broke the silence, a brunette with a scar on her eyebrow.

"How could you manage to get the wrong room, again, darling? Didn't you say you were sure of its location?"

The older one sported a fashionable hat that Marcia has seen worn by other women at court, but she had to admit it looked much better on the mysterious woman.

"You're not far off, it's one floor blow from here," Marcia let out before she could stop herself."

"See! I wasn't that off... wait! Who the hell are you?".

"You break into my father's castle and didn't bother to look up who I was?" Marcia tilted her head, "I'm the princess".

She wasn't offended, rather confused. She was sure everyone in the realm knew of her.

"My, my," the older woman walked up to her, for some reason, Marcia couldn't help but feel drawn to her, "We came in looking for treasure but dare I say we struck gold with this one".

She should be yelling for the guards to come save her.

And yet, the more she thought over the situation, the more she felt like this could be her chance to run away for good.

Away from a life she never wanted.

"Sash, is this really a good idea? One thing is stealing the king's treasure, another is to kidnap his daughter".

"If she comes with us voluntarily it's not kidnapping, now is it?" Sasha replied as she reached for Marcia's face.

With a softness she wouldn't expect from a dark witch, Sasha lifted her chin. There was no way she could escape those hypnotizing eyes.

"What's your name, princess?"

"M-Marcia, ma'am".

"Hm, so polite. I like that," Sasha smiled, "I'm Sasha and this is my... Anetra," she tilted her head over to the brunette, the latter sported a straight face void of emotions.

"Don't worry, she looks mean, but doesn't mean harm".

"How can you say you mean no harm if you came here with the intent to steal?"

"I'm sure your daddy wouldn't notice if a few cups of gold went missing, just saying," Anetra huffed with a pout, crossing her arms over her chest.

"If I were to come with you..." Marcia started, "Can you promise not to give me back under any condition? No matter the bounty".

Sasha seemed taken back by the request, "May I ask why such request?"

"I'm set to marry a prince from a far away land in a few days, I haven't even met him yet," she started to explain before she could feel her eyes swelling up with tears at the mere thought of it.

"Hush, dear," the witch said gently, "We can take you far away from here, and you won't have to worry about it anymore".

Marcia could only nod, her eyes meeting Anetra's briefly as she looked over Sasha's shoulder.

The brunette's face had changed to a more empathetic one.

"What day is the wedding set for?"

"Sunday".

Sasha looked back at Anetra, the latter nodded before the three of them were startled by a knock on the bedroom door.

"Your Highness, is everything alright?" Marcia's lady-in-waiting asked from the other side of the door, "The guards said they heard a thud?"

"Y-Yes! Nothing the matter, I just bumped into my bed, you know how clumsy I get," the princess was able to quickly recover, seemingly believable enough to be left alone soon after.

After a few moments of silence, Anetra spoke up.

"It's too risky to take you with us tonight, the guards are already alert," she reasoned before Marcia grabbed onto her sleeve.

"No, please, you can't leave me here," she begged, panic rising through her chest.

"Princess, look at me," Sasha said in a calm yet stern tone, "She's right, it's too dangerous tonight".

A lone tear escaped her eye and rolled down her cheek.

"However, we'll be back Saturday night to get you, it's a promise".

Marcia nodded.

"I'll be ready".

#fic prompt #sashnarcia #princess au

[artificialqueens]

When We Begin Again (Sasha Colby x Anetra) - Athena2

Summary: After a loss, Sasha grows closer to her daughter’s taekwondo teacher, and deals with her feelings.

A/N: Thank you so so much to @slutnetra for suggesting this idea, and for being lovely enough to let me try my hand at writing it. I hope this is at least close to what you had in mind, and I really hope you like it. Please leave feedback if you like, I really appreciate it!! Thank you to Writ for betaing.

Sasha is grateful Kerri fills the silence on the drive to her taekwondo class. Driving makes her nervous lately, even though she wasn’t in the accident, and the talking helps. It’s Kerri’s first class back after the summer—after the funeral, Sasha tries not to think—and she’s bouncing in the backseat. Her hair is finally long enough to have the pigtails she wanted since a girl in her class had them and she cried because she didn’t think she could have hair that long, and she twirls both as she talks about school and her friends.

“We’re here,” Sasha says as they pull into the parking lot.

Kerri quiets a little, and she holds Sasha’s hand on the way to the door even though she’s insisted she’s too old for that lately. Sasha squeezes her hand gently, rubbing her thumb along the back like she’s done since the day they adopted her.

Sasha’s only been inside the taekwondo studio—dojo, she’s pretty sure it’s called—a few times, when Kerri had a skills night. Jack always brought her to class. The reception area is bright and open, with awards and medals shining on the walls.

Anetra, Kerri’s teacher, is in the entrance, a little intimidating with her dark hair pulled back and a black belt around the waist of her white uniform. Sasha knows the uniform has a name, but can’t think of it once she sees the wings of a butterfly tattoo on Anetra’s chest peeking above the fabric. She hasn’t noticed anyone like that since Jack. It feels wrong, and she shakes her head to clear the thought.

Kerri runs up to her, and Anetra crouches down to Kerri’s height. The intimidating look on her face breaks into a smile, softening the scar running through her left eyebrow. “Hey, Kerri. Did you have a good summer?”

“Yeah!”

“I love the pigtails,” she says, and Kerri beams.

“Mommy did them for me!”

“She did a great job. Do you want to put your stuff away and get ready?”

“Okay!” Kerri runs back into the main room, and Anetra straightens up and turns to Sasha.

“Hi,” Sasha says.

She’s seen Anetra from time to time at the skills nights, but always from afar. She was at the funeral since she talked to Jack a lot when he dropped Kerri off, though Sasha’s memories of that day are too numb to remember any interactions with her. She does remember the reception after; Kerri had slipped away, and Sasha found her sitting next to Anetra, neither of them saying a word. When Sasha asked her about it later, Kerri said that she was tired of grown-ups talking to her, and Anetra just let her be quiet.

“Hi,” Anetra says.

“Kerri won’t be behind or anything, will she? I know she missed some classes after—“

“She’ll be fine,” Anetra says in reassurance. “It’s nothing too intense at this age group. I’ll be here to help her if she needs it.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” Anetra smiles sadly. “I know I talked to you at the funeral, but I wanted to tell you again how sorry I am.”

“Thank you,” Sasha says on autopilot. She’s heard it so many times since it happened, but Anetra sounds like she means it.

“How are you doing? I—I don’t know if it’s okay for me to ask that, or if you’re sick of talking about it.”

“I don’t mind. People don’t really ask anymore, now that it’s been six months.”

In the days right after it happened, people treated her like glass about to break. They were so kind, so helpful, and there was so much to focus on, that she had no time to break. But when the food people brought got eaten, when the texts to check in on her stopped, when the responsibilities of a funeral were gone and there was suddenly so much time with nothing to fill it, the more Sasha felt like she was going to break. Like there was nothing holding her together anymore. But she’s kept it together for Kerri, and deals with what she needs to in therapy. She’s not going to bother anyone else with it.

Anetra nods.

“Most days are okay,” Sasha continues, because something about Anetra makes talking easy. “They’re okay, and then I start to feel guilty that they’re okay. Like it’s too fast. Like I shouldn’t be okay this soon. Sorry, I didn’t mean to tell you all that,” she adds, running a hand through her hair.

“I don’t mind. And I understand. I think it’s normal to feel guilty that you’re doing better. But it doesn’t mean it’s wrong.” Her low voice is warm and steady, and as much as Sasha has kept things in, it’s good to talk to someone like this, no therapist’s desk in between them.

Two students and their parents file in, and Sasha snaps out of it. She’s just here to bring Kerri, and turns back to the door. “Thank you. I—I’ll be back to get Kerri.”

“See you.” Anetra smiles, and it lightens Sasha’s heart in a way that nothing’s done in six months.

—-

Time flows strangely for the next week. The days themselves go on for years of blankness, but put together, they happen in the blink of an eye. Her therapist says it’s normal, and Sasha listens to her. Before she knows it, she’s back in the car taking Kerri to class.

This time, there’s a puppy howling in the backseat too. Kerri’s been asking for one for years, but Sasha and Jack wanted to wait until she was a little older. She turned six over the summer, and Sasha decided that was old enough. Besides, lately it’s hard for her to refuse anything that brings Kerri a little joy, makes her feel excited. Kerri’s child therapist thought it might be good for her too. Hence the hyper dachshund in her backseat.

“Can we bring him inside?” Kerri asks once they reach the studio.

“Just to the door.”

Kerri runs to the door with the dog running beside her.

“Hi, Kerri. Hi, Sasha.” Anetra greets at the entrance. “And who’s this little guy?”

“Kerri somehow convinced me to get a dog last weekend.” Sasha sighs.

“His name is Stitch!” Kerri says proudly.

“He’s so cute. Can I pet him?”

Sasha nods, and Anetra bends down to pet Stitch. He sniffs her hand, and then jumps up, licking her face and wagging his tail a hundred miles an hour.

“Sorry.” Sasha pulls him away before he can completely slobber all over her. “He really likes you.”

“It’s no problem.” Anetra laughs. “Want to go get ready, Kerri?”

“Okay!” She gives Stitch one last squeeze, hugs Sasha goodbye, and runs inside.

“How’s everything going?” Anetra asks. It doesn’t have the hushed tone or hint of pity the question usually has when people ask her. It’s more like Anetra is just asking, like she would for anyone else.

“Okay, I guess.” Sasha shrugs. “Nothing exciting, really. Just work and getting things settled with the dog. Lots of laundry, for some reason. You’d think Kerri wears five outfits a day. That’s probably more boring than you wanted to hear,” she says with a laugh.

Anetra laughs too. “I mean, I spent the weekend cleaning my apartment. That’s even more boring.”

“That is more boring,” Sasha agrees.

“Yeah, and then I used too much bleach in the bathroom and almost got high. But not even in a good way.”

Suddenly Sasha’s laughing until her shoulders shake, laughing in a way she hasn’t in a while. It feels normal, and it’s nice to feel normal. “Sorry,” she gets out through her laughs. “I don’t know why I’m laughing this much.”

“Because of me and my horrible cleaning skills, that’s why,” Anetra says, the moment only ending when more students trickle in.

“I’ll see you later.”

“See you.”

—-

After a few weeks of their chats before class, Anetra surprises Sasha with a chocolate chip cookie when she reaches the entrance.

“This is kind of contraband,” Anetra whispers. “They’re for the kids and parents after class but I wanted to give you one before they swarm the dish. Just don’t tell.”

Sasha grins. “My lips are sealed,” she says, taking a bite. “Thank you, this is amazing. I have a headache from helping Kerri with her math homework. Did you know math is different now? Because it’s different.” Sasha’s great with history, but Jack was always better at math, making sense of numbers that made Sasha’s head spin. She tries not to think about that every time she has to watch a tutorial to make sure she’s showing Kerri the right thing.

“I could barely do math when it was normal,” Anetra laughs.

“Me too.” Sasha rolls her eyes. “But otherwise she’s been doing well. I think this class has been good for her.”

“It was good for me too, when I was a kid. I was quiet then. Even quieter than I am now.” Anetra smiles faintly. “But it helped a lot. It didn’t make me into some extravert, but I made a few friends, got more confident in myself. I think it was an outlet for those things I didn’t know how to say.”

It’s the most Anetra’s said at once, especially about herself. She seems to understand Kerri in some way, and Sasha thinks back to the two of them after the funeral, quiet and calm, Anetra able to give Kerri the peace that none of the other well-meaning adults could.

“Thank you,” Sasha says. She means it for a million things at once. For being such a good teacher to Kerri. For reassuring her own worries. For helping Kerri that day at the funeral. It’s not enough for everything, but Anetra nods solemnly, almost like she knows.

“You’re welcome.”

—-

It’s a hard week, one where the loss is big and dark enough to devour her. It comes to her in small things. Things she never would have thought of. Looking down at the rice she’s stirring and thinking that it’s not enough for three people, before remembering that it’s only for two. Wondering why she hasn’t seen any boxers or dress shirts in the laundry lately. Stretching her arm out in bed, and hurting like it’s the first time when she meets empty space.

The wind whips around as Sasha follows Kerri through the studio door, her head turning to see—

A tall man with blond hair, a polite smile on his face.

Sasha freezes like a wind-up toy that broke mid-motion. “Um, hi,” she says. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Sasha,” she adds smoothly, covering her confusion.

He nods. “I’m Steve, Anetra’s teaching assistant. I’m doing the class myself tonight because she’s not feeling well.”

“Oh.” Her mothering instinct kicks in, and she absurdly wishes she could bring Anetra soup, the way she would for Kerri. Or Jack. “I hope she feels better,” Sasha says, ignoring the tightness in her throat.

Lately she has to think about what she’s feeling, what emotion is making a home in that numb block of her chest. She’s disappointed, she realizes. Disappointed that she didn’t get to see Anetra, exchange their few minutes of conversation that make her feel normal. The disappointment cuts deep in her chest, heavy against her ribs, and she blames the intensity of it on sleep deprivation. Kerri had a bad dream last night, and Sasha was up half the night with her, holding her while she cried and reading to her until she fell asleep again.

She’s just tired, and disappointed, and that’s probably why Anetra appears in her dream that night.

—-

“Do you feel better?” Sasha asks Anetra next week, before she’s even fully in the door.

Anetra looks normal—no flush of a fever, no sniffling nose. “Much better, thanks. I had a cold, which wasn’t that bad, but then I got a migraine, and that was”—she glances around to make sure there are no kids nearby—“really shitty. I hate missing class, but I thought my head was gonna explode.”

“It’s good that you took care of yourself,” Sasha says, feeling like a hypocrite because her therapist reminds her of that all the time, that taking care of Kerri doesn’t mean she can’t take care of herself too. “I mean, you can’t break boards and stuff with a migraine.”

“Do you think I just casually break boards all day?” Anetra teases with a wry smile.

“No,” Sasha says, her cheeks warm. “Well, maybe a little. It would be cool if you did, though, wouldn’t it?”

Anetra laughs, that deep laugh that makes Sasha feel calm every time she hears it. “Yeah, it would. I’d be like some action hero.”

Just then, a kid comes barreling through, bumping Sasha just enough that she stumbles. She pitches forward into firm arms.

“You okay?” Anetra asks softly. She quickly pulls her hands off Sasha’s hips, and Sasha misses the touch. It’s been so long.

“Yeah, I’m good. Forget the boards,” she says before she can stop herself, “I think you’re already an action hero.”

—–

Time passes, slow and fast. They’re at the part of the year Sasha was dreading the most, like a monster lurking behind you in a nightmare: the holidays. As weird as it is, the holidays help, in a way. She lets the calendar dictate what she needs to do, and functions in that same autopilot mode she was in right after the accident. November means turkey and pie with her friends like always, because she doesn’t talk to her family, and Jack was never close with his. December means cookies and wrapping presents and carrying Kerri to bed after she falls asleep watching Christmas movies on the couch. January means a night watching Golden Girls reruns instead of the ball dropping, because for the first time in ten years, there’s no one to ring it in with.

They just happen, and that’s about all Sasha can say for them. They happen, and some moments she’s really enjoying everything, and some moments it’s like she’s in the room but there’s a sheet over her, and everything is hazy and faraway.

It also means no taekwondo classes, with all the holidays and days off school. When Sasha finally brings Kerri back in January, it’s like returning to a long-forgotten place. Especially when Anetra smiles in the doorway.

“Did you have a good holiday?” Sasha asks after Kerri has scampered away.

“It was nice. I did stuff with my friends. I don’t…my family and I…we don’t really talk,” Anetra finishes. Her head is down, and Sasha has learned that means she doesn’t want to talk about something anymore.

“I understand. Um, do you want to see a picture of Stitch dressed like an elf?”

Anetra’s head lifts, her face brightening with her smile. “Is that even a question? Of course I do!”

Sasha pulls out her phone and shows Anetra the dog, dressed in a dark green coat with a matching belt and little elf boots with bells on the tops, a pointed hat on his head.

“He was fine with it at first, but when I put the hat on he got so mad,” Sasha laughs. “I got one picture before he ran around to get it off. Then he chewed it up.”

“In his defense, the hat makes him look very undignified.”

“He’s a dog who tries to eat garbage, he has no dignity.”

Anetra laughs. “Yeah, that’s fair. The boots are my favorite.”

“He really likes the boots. He still wears them. Figures my dog would be a shoe lover like me.”

Anetra is still laughing. She’s still laughing, and Sasha is laughing with her, and that tingling in her chest is—it’s happiness. It rises like a wave, almost knocking her over in its strength and purity. Happiness wild and free, shining on her face and burning in her arms and legs because her body doesn’t know how to contain such a feeling anymore, doesn’t have the space for it.

Did the happiness just burst in her naturally, or was it made easier by Anetra? Anetra, with her kind eyes and deep laugh and listening ear. Anetra, who talks to her like she’s normal and doesn’t treat her like some tragedy. Anetra, who makes Sasha feel warm and happy, who makes her heart melt in that way it used to around…

The happiness, like her heart, turns to ice.

—-

The thought churns in her for weeks.

She likes Anetra.

Her wedding ring squeezes her finger, weighs her hand down, like it’s mad at her for even thinking such a thing. She and Jack were married for eight years, and together for two before that. Ten years, and now, he’s been gone for eleven months, and she likes someone. It feels like a betrayal.

Everyone tells her that Jack would want her to move on and do things, like go out with her friends instead of always declining. He wouldn’t want her to suffer and be sad for the rest of her life. Logically, she knows it’s true. He always wanted her to be happy, and if it can’t be with him, he’d want it to be with whoever made her happy. But it still feels wrong. Just like each good day where she has fun with Kerri and isn’t hit with a wave of sadness feels wrong. Like she’s moving on too quickly. If just having a good day feels wrong, how could liking Anetra not feel wrong? In some ways, it’s even worse, like she’s just throwing away the years of love she and Jack shared.

She talks it over with her therapist, who tells her that liking someone is natural, that it isn’t a betrayal. Her therapist suggests getting coffee with Anetra as friends. She doesn’t even need to think of it as a date. It can be something with a friend. Something for herself, since it’s been so long that she’s done something for herself.

It’s easier to think of it that way. She’s just asking Anetra for coffee as friends. Then she doesn’t have to think of how she leaves as early as acceptably possible to bring Kerri to class, so she can have a few more minutes talking to her.

She strides to the door behind Kerri, loosening the tension in her shoulders. Just coffee, just as friends. Asking is nothing, really.

“Anetra?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you like to get coffee with me this Saturday?”

“I would love to.”

—-

Sasha’s leg bounces into the coffee shop table, rattling her mug. She’d spent hours getting ready, trying to find something between sweatpant-casual and date-dressy, and settled for jeans and a sweater. She purposely came early to get a table in the cafe’s loft, private and secluded.

She waves to Anetra when she arrives, who waves back with a smile. She gets her coffee and makes her way to the loft, and Sasha can’t help staring, because it’s so different to see her anywhere but the studio entrance, in head-to-toe black rather than her uniform. Sasha can’t stop taking in all the pieces of Anetra she’s discovering. The black leather jacket that curves around her shoulders like a hug. The tiny lesbian flag pin on its collar. The silver ring in the right side of her nose.

“Hi,” Sasha says.

“Hi,” Anetra says, shyer than normal, like she’s not as sure of herself outside the studio. “How are you?”

“I’m good, but I…I was wondering if I could hear about you, if that’s okay?” Sasha asks. “I feel like I talk a lot.”

“Um, sure.” Anetra sips her coffee, and Sasha’s pretty sure she’s blushing.

She tells Sasha of nights sneaking out of bed to stay up and beat another level on one of her video games. Weekends spent at taekwondo tournaments, trying to do homework on the ride there, clutching a new medal or trophy on the ride home. She won major tournaments and world championships, and Sasha figures most of the awards in the studio are hers, not just the studio’s. She’s been on her own for a while, and opened the studio when the years of competing took their toll on her body, but she didn’t want to leave it behind. She likes ducks, and goes on walks in a park farther from where she lives just because it has a duck pond.

Sasha talks too, and they trade stories until they finish their first mugs, get refills, and finish those too. It’s not until her fingers absent-mindedly twist her ring around, like she’s done millions of times, that she realizes she hasn’t thought about him at all today. Her eyes burn with that familiar sting, and Anetra’s face softens with concern.

“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” Sasha says thickly, trying to get it out around the tears burning in her eyes. “You didn’t do anything wrong, I promise. This whole thing has been perfect. It’s been perfect, and I…” And I didn’t think about Jack once, she thinks, but she doesn’t say it, because she’s breaking in that way she thought she would in the beginning, but never did.

“Hey, I got you.”

There are arms around her, soft and warm and strong, and Sasha lets herself melt into them, the leather of Anetra’s jacket soft against her cheek. She hates that she’s doing it here, that she’s ruining the day, but it’s almost a relief. To not worry about holding herself together anymore. To fall apart in someone’s arms, let them take some of the burden she carries. To just let that glass break, let it shatter into a million pieces, and not worry about cleaning the pieces up.

The tears flow and her shoulders heave, and Anetra doesn’t let go until Sasha pulls away, wiping the last of her tears. She takes in a deep breath that feels lighter, like she’s shed everything she’s been carrying for almost a year.

“Do you want water, or anything?” Anetra asks, still hovering at her side, like she wants to help but isn’t sure how.

“I’m okay.” She really is, calmer and lighter and relaxed.

Anetra sits back down, her eyes so kind and warm it nearly takes Sasha’s breath again.

Sasha breathes slowly. There’s more she needs to tell Anetra, and she wants to tell her while she has the chance. “I like you. I really do. And I don’t want to mess this up, or lose you.”

“You didn’t mess anything up. You’re not gonna lose me.”

“I–-I like you as more than a friend, if I’m being honest,” Sasha says, and Anetra’s eyes widen. “But I don’t think I can do anything about it yet. I need to take things slow. And I don’t want to forget Jack.”

“I would never want you to forget him,” Anetra says seriously. She bites her lip, and looks at Sasha, nothing but warmth in her gaze. “Sasha, I’m your friend, and I care about you. I–I want to be there for you. Whether that’s as friends, or if you ever want it to be something more. I’m here for you, no matter what. You don’t have to do this alone, you know? I know you’re used to doing everything yourself, but I’m here.”

The words are a hug just like Anetra’s arms. To know that Anetra’s seen her at her lowest, and it didn’t change her opinion of her. To know Anetra sees what she’s carrying on her shoulders, and simply wants to stand beside her and share it.

“Tell me about him,” Anetra says suddenly. Sasha hesitates, but Anetra nods in encouragement.

“Well, he never closed a drawer all the way a day in his life. Drove me nuts.” Sasha smiles a little, to bring up one of his flaws, instead of the endless positives everyone always mentions. “I really like oranges, but I couldn’t peel them when I had my nails done, so he’d do it for me. He’d take Kerri shopping and let her pick out his ties for work. She’d pick ones with flamingos and butterflies and flowers, and he’d wear them. ”

She could keep going, but she stops. The memories are warm and golden, but the sun hitting Anetra’s face is warm and golden too. Maybe she can live in the memories a little less and in the present a little more today, without it meaning she’s throwing the memories away.

“Anetra?” Sasha asks.

“Yeah?”

“Will you take me to that park you mentioned? I want to see the ducks.”

“I would love to.”

—-

Two Years Later

The wind rustles Sasha’s hair gently. She stands by the duck pond in the park, watching the little yellow ducklings paddle after their mother.

“Faster, faster!” The silence is broken by Kerri’s laughs and shouts as she urges Anetra to give her a faster piggyback ride. Stitch begins yipping along, and Kerri leaps off Anetra’s back and takes Stitch’s leash from Sasha, running around the duck pond with him.

Sasha lays the blanket on the soft grass, then stretches out on top of it. Anetra settles in at her side. They don’t talk yet; they don’t need to. Sasha just sits, and looks at the sun lighting up the pond in a golden glow, and breathes. Everyday gets a little better, a little easier. It doesn’t take away what happened, what she lost. It doesn’t erase the memories, but it makes them hurt a little less, until she can think of them and smile, rather than cry.

“Everything okay?” Anetra asks softly, stroking her hair.

Sasha rests her head on Anetra’s shoulder. She breathes in the spring air, breathes in Anetra. She loves Anetra, and Kerri, and their dog who barks too early in the morning, and she knows it’s okay to feel it. “Everything is perfect.”

#rpdr fanfiction #s15 #sasha colby #anetra #anetra x sasha #kerri colby #lesbian au #hurt/comfort #mild angst #athena2 #tw death #concrit welcome

[petitmonde]

Part of that Dragon Sasha x Dancer Anetra idea I talked about yesterday. Thank you so much @sweetlikesunflowersandhoney for entertaining the madness.

TW blood and a smidge of gore.

Into the Heart

Light danced across blades of green, dew drops glistening as the sun welcomed the day on the cold mountain, warming it with its gentle embrace. The forest awoke once more from its slumber, birds chirping and insects buzzing.

Dawn was Sasha's favourite time to take a walk through her domain, on two legs rather than four. Even as a dragon, Sasha enjoyed the mobility her humanoid form gave her. The animals left her alone, and it suited her just fine.

The greenery had grown back from the last time a human army had trudged through her forest to get to her castle. They were all the same, money hungry bastards after her gold. Weak of mind, and weak of body, she burnt them all for their disrespect of the mountain passes.

Small trees jutted up from the once muddied soil, all traces of the intruders gone. A few wildflowers dared set root in the clearing, hopeful of staying in bloom to the end of time. Yellows, whites, and reds proudly stand in defiance of what once was and what was to come.

If Sasha had been an elf, maybe she would have settled to make a flower crown of the cornucopia of wealth. She plucked a red flower and put it in her black hair to saviour that thought. There was no one to see her act like a fool, save for the birds and the bees.

Sasha went on her way, walking past the caves leading to the heart of the mountain, past the waterfalls all the way to the heart of the forest.

The Grand Tree of the Inner Sanctum reached into the sky and shone the brightest amongst all of the trees. Sasha put her hand on the trunk to feel the heartbeat of the mountain pass. Sasha gave it power in exchange for information, just enough to get a feel of everything in her domain. She may have the power of flight to see from above, but she did not possess the many eyes and ears of the Grand Tree, nor the memory of everything past, present, or future.

Sasha retracted her hand, burnt by power unknown. Someone was in her forest, and they were close by. Someone who had power, unlike anything she had ever felt.

Not good. Not good at all.

She had to leave the Inner Sanctum. If these intruders found the Grand Tree, there was no telling what they would do to it.

Sasha rushed into the direction of the intruders, weaving through the dense branches and treacherous terrain.

Chatter broke through the forest, stopping Sasha in her tracks to observe. She was far enough from anything important to engage in combat without a worry that she would destroy it.

There were five people in total. A knight, an archer, a mage, a rogue, and a gunslinger. All of them carrying weapons emitting a strange type of glow only sung about in legends.

Must be enhanced by some type of divine magic, Sasha thought. Her initial feeling of dread upon feeling them through the Tree was right. These people were dangerous and not likely to understand what power they were wielding.

An excellent addition to her hoard. And at the cost of five skulls, that was too good of a bargain to pass up.

They hadn't spotted her yet. Perfect. Sasha inched closer, keeping her footsteps light. The intruders had settled in quite nicely, tents still put up and the flickers of an ember licking up the last few scraps of firewood. Sat on the ground, they were vulnerable.

It would be so easy to turn into herself and burn them all to a crisp, but Sasha was honour bound to face them in proper combat.

"Look what we have here, a band of thieves stealing from the gods to parade through my domain." Sasha's sharp voice startled the group to stand against her, weapons raised. "Now, be good kids and drop your weapons and get the hell out. You're not welcome here."

Her presence alone should have been enough to make even the strongest warrior falter. Her appearance alone a tale of nightmares.

Slitted purple eyes that looked directly into your soul, eating at it until there was nothing left but pure obedience. Five horns jutting out of her skull, two from her jaw, one in her forehead, two at the back and two on the side curling to frame her face, all adorned by gold and precious stone. Sharp claws at the end of each hand, sharper than any man made object. Scales protected her most vital parts, covering her throat and her stomach, continuing down to her spiked tail. Two sets of wings protruded from her back, capable of creating strong gusts of wind.

Truly, these people were idiots.

"There it is, this is the monster I was telling you about," the knight yelled out, voice breaking at the word monster. His sword was pointed in Sasha's direction.

"What do we do? I wasn't prepared for this," the archer croaked out.

Sasha let the scene play out. If they wanted to bicker amongst themselves before they attempted to fight her, they could go right ahead. Nothing she hadn't seen before.

The gunslinger moved their finger to the trigger of their handgun, ready to fire at a moment's notice. "Isn't that obvious? We fight!"

Points for enthusiasm, that one.

"I'll back you up!" The mage proclaimed enthusiastically, the gem on their staff glowing.

That one was Sasha's biggest concern. A mage could potentially turn the situation dire, and as such, needed to be taken out first.

The rogue didn't say a word. Wise. Sasha had to respect that.

"Foul beast, I will claim your head for all of the lives you have taken." The knight had the gall to come up with ludicrous accusations.

It was time.

Sasha's eyes glowed, taking in every minute detail of what she could observe. Trees lined the clearing of the settlement, plenty of flat ground with a few stones that could serve as cover. The knight front and centre, the archer at the far back with the mage, gunslinger, and rogue on the second line.

"Foolish humans." Sasha played along with their little roleplay of big bad dragon versus innocent little humans. "Such insolence. I shall burn you on the very ground you stand on."

The first shot barely missed Sasha's head, too quick to dodge out of the way with four other assailants on the way.

"Divine protection!" The mage's first spell enveloped the knight, who is running headfirst at Sasha.

The rogue disappeared from her sight into the greenery to hide. The archer pulled back, letting the first set of arrows loose.

With one flap of her wings, Sasha was airborne, away from any immediate threat. Heat gathered in her throat, spilling out of her mouth in a sea of flames. None of her assailants were hit, saved by the mage in the back.

She had to go.

Sasha swung her tail at the mage, shattering the shield the mage had put up to protect herself. An arrow hit one of her wings as she swung her tail once again. Shield after shield broke on impact, the mage forced to retreat a couple steps every time, until she couldn't anymore. Back against a tree, Sasha's tail cut through her stomach, severing her in half.

Her party members must be horrified, Sasha laughed to herself. They wanted a monster, and here she was. Their screams were static to Sasha's ears, their words muffled by the bloodlust that had awakened in her.

The arrows and bullets were immune to the whirlwind she created with her wings, breaking through the scales. A smart choice to take away her ability to fly, she had to give them that. The knight stood in the middle of the clearing, too shocked to move as his team members frantically tried to kill Sasha.

Not satisfied with how things were going, Sasha morphed into her true form. With sheer size and power on her side, it would be a manner of seconds until she stood victorious.

Sasha hurled fireballs at the gunslinger and archer to stop their attacks, setting the ground ablaze. They had nowhere to run from a hell of their own creation. The small tears in her wings hindered Sasha's ability to fly straight, but that didn't matter. With one flap, the two of them crashed into the rocks with a hard thud.

Leaving only the knight and the rogue.

The knight had earned himself to be the victim of her teeth. He just stood there, transfixed. Fool. Sasha made her move, leaping at him, only to be stopped by invisible chains. No matter how much she willed her limbs to move, they defied her as the restraints got tighter. The knight disappeared as panic took over.

She couldn't move. But how?

That was a question Sasha had had to ponder for several decades, as a blade struck her heart, locking her in time and place.

#dance the knight away #sashnetra #rpdr fanfiction

[bunihyo]

dd’s sashnetra masterlist

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Fangs! (18+)

ongoing, vampire au, smut, fluff and angst. anetra helps a woman while walking to spice’s party, things go differently planned.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ How do you get to wonderland?

ongoing, alice in wonderland au, skipped smut, fluff and angst. anetra’s dragged out by aura, but loses sight of her and follows a rabbit into a nearby forest.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Field Trip (1.2k)

oneshot, teacher/teacher, fluffy. sasha and anetra accidentally lose a kid on a field trip and have to run around to find him.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ The Ocean, and You (4.9k)

oneshot, mermaid au, angst and fluff. sasha loves the ocean, including all it’s anomalies; such as the pretty girl called anetra.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ “Hey, your music’s loud.” (18+) (3.8k)

smutshot, neighbor au, fluff and smut. sasha’s neighbor likes to blast music, sasha likes the quiet. knocking on her door leads to something more.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Camping (18+) (5k)

smutshot, camping au, enemies to lovers, hate sex. sasha hates anetra, anetra hates sasha; but sadly they’re both invited to marcia’s camping trip.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ I know you. (3.5k) (read tags!)

oneshot, college au, teacher/student, pure angst, hurt no comfort. anetra loves sasha, that’s the problem.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Hypnotic (2.2k)

oneshot, stripper au, kinda fluff. anetra visits a club for the first time, and gets hand picked as one of the most famous dance’s favorite.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Pretty Girl (1.7k)

oneshot, t4t, body dysphoria, angst. anetra’s struggling with her appearance, but sasha’s always there to help her bounce back.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Sweet Like Candy (18+) (2.2k)

smutshot, t4t, slight food kink, I hate this one. sasha and anetra experiment with chocolate, and also fuck on their brand new counter.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ Boredom (18+) (1.2k)

smutshot, t4t, fucking hate this one, solo anetra. anetra’s bored, and the only way she can think to entertain herself is by calling sasha..who’s working.

#dd writes sashnetra ׂׂૢ #dd’s masterlists ׂׂૢ #sashnetra #sasha colby #anetra #sasha x anetra #archive of our own #dd loves writing #so much #I hate masterlists #and I hate tags #but god was this fun to make #rupauls drag race #drag fiction #fanfiction

[stillmumu]

In which Marcia, Luxx, and Anetra finally face each other, Sasha's mystery remains unsolved, and Anetra's patience wanes.

A/N: i made the monday schedule!! barely, but we don't talk about that. please enjoy x

#don't think it's easy #sashnetra #sasha colby #anetra #luxx noir london #kerri colby #marcia marcia marcia #anarcia #rpdr fanfiction

[servegrilledcheese]

anetra x sasha colby finale top 2 lip sync to alien superstar please

[jinkx-monswoon]

big epic fun time round 3:

Amethyst x Spice

Robin x Anetra

Jax x Loosey

Sasha x Mistress

Irene x Anetra

Malaysia x Robin

SASHA X MISTRESS? AMETHYST X SPICE? TOTALLY

IRENE X ANETRA? MALAYSIA X ROBIN? PLAUSIBLE

ROBIN X ANETRA? IF YOU WANTED TO MAKE IT WORK I BET YOU COULD

JAX X LOOSEY? OH HEAVENS NO

[slutnali]

3 Concepts and a Dare

tagged by mi amor @sweetlikesunflowersandhoney 💜💜

1. Do the dare of the person who tagged you in the game.

2. Write up three concepts* for a fic that you'd be interested in either writing or reading, but resist the temptation to write it before you've completed the tag game.

3. Come up with an easy dare that the ones tagged can do. Be nice!

4. Tag those writer friends of yours to do the game.

*You can do this in any way that you want, really. Like describing the world/setting the story would take place in, write a summary of this hypothetical fic, write a small blurb that gets the idea across, do it through headcanons... don't feel forced to do it in any one way.

1. I was dared to quote a line/paragraph/fragment from my own writing that I love, bonus points if I can say why I love it.

“So.. what’re your thoughts on the weather?”

He purposely uses the icebreaker and hopes against all odds she’d understand his humor and ridiculous attempt to fill the air between them and the hot tub jets.

Anetra knows it works in his favor as soon as he spots the smile forming on her lips paired with the shake of her head. 

“You’re dumb.”

I was rereading tripping, falling, with no safety net and smiling at it.. I loved how I captured the awkwardness and overthinking going on in Anetra's head! Not wanting to sit too far away but also would sitting too close to Sasha be weird? when they met not so long ago? Portraying the crush and admiration they have for one another, Sasha providing comfort when he's doubting his place in the competition. It was sweet and I've been thinking about cc sashnetra a lot recently since I've been rewatching season 15. I know what happens, I have their whole love story mapped out tbh. I just suck at sitting down and writing

2. Three concepts:

a. this is a wip i'm actually planning to write:

a/b/o sashmiranetra. married alphas anetra and sasha meeting sugar bb omega miri at an event where she was hanging off the arm of one of her clients. she's a pretty little thing, i dont blame them for being interested.

oh and masc dykenetra my utmost beloved

b. another wip i'm planning to write:

genv au and if u dont know what that is it's basically like sky high but set in college and some super fucked up shit going on. but anyway, bigender neech, blood bender sasha and mind manipulation miri. dont know who else im casting in the other roles.. maybe xu, morph, luxx... i dont know. still in a big planning phase. but rivals to protectors/teammates to lovers!!!!!!!!111

c. a concept thats up for grabs:

costume designer/seamstress neech x performer sasha and/or miri.. idk! just knowing that anetra makes a lot of her looks irl, so picturing neech as someone whose lost inspiration/motivation to create and design but then finding a muse in sasha and/or miri

3. the dare:

share a hc, fun fact or hidden gem from something you've written that you hoped readers would notice

4. tagging:

@goodemethyd , @hannahlovesdance07 , @adoordelano , @fuckyeah-dragrace

#tag games