#davey x cora
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oc: david 'davey' mcgrath. // fc: tom blyth.
ship: cora bailey. // opp fc: grace van dien.
davey mcgrath. he/him. bisexual. english. tennis & golf instructor. doesn't need to work but gets bored easily. likes to be on the go, meeting new people, doing things. enormous flirt. player, but not intentionally cruel. slutty. will sleep with your mother. will piss off your boyfriend/husband. sarcastic, playful, and a complete tease. bit of a brat. surprisingly charming. witty. overprotective. secret simp. smarter than he lets on.
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davey + cora - ❛ you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. ❜
The first time Davey fucked Cora, it had required a generous amount of time with the other man spent on his knees, working her open with his tongue, his fingers. Thankfully, Davey McGrath was unselfish, and good, and for some reason unbeknownst to Cora, completely and utterly devoted to her pleasure. He'd been patient, sweet petnames falling from his lips as her thighs clenched around his waist, a soft stopstopstop falling from her lips as he immediately halted the movement of his hips, giving the blonde time to adjust to the feel of him inside her. She couldn't have asked for a better teacher, although to start off with, she might have wished for one a little less... well endowed.
She sighed sweetly now as she sunk down on Davey's cock, allowing herself to revel in the pleasant fullness of him before she began to shift her hips, watching as his head fell back and his mouth open in a moan with every thrust. She purposely hadn't worn underwear on their little exercusion to the park, giggling in delight when Davey had put his hand up the back of her dress only to be met with nothing underneath. Thankfully, Luca and Taylor hadn't seen.
It wasn't long before Davey took her by the hips, switching positions so that she was pinned under him. He never fully got her out of her dress, merely hiked it up the moment they fell into bed together, and it now lay pooled around her waist as he fucked into her. From this angle, he could fuck her deeper, every thrust eliciting a high whine from her throat as she watched his cock slide in, and out, thick in a way Cora still didn't quite believe fit.
Her fingers brushing the curve of his jaw, Cora whimpered, her mind going fuzzy as he showered her with sweet compliments.
"I'm your girl." she breathed, "Of course I am. 'Cause I'm your girl, Davey."
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Moodboard Masterlist
Requests: Open
Sheild! Seth Rollins
@/shanie-the-toyaddict account vibes
@/house-of-cards account vibes
Doctor Maura Isles
Genderfluid Crutchie Morris
Googleiplier x The Author
Kirby [friend] moodboard
Actor Mark x Celine
Wearwolf Antisepticeye
Actor Mark
Yancy and Aquarium date
Sunshiney Jack Kelly
Diner at the edge of the universe
Trans cowboy Jack Kelly
Modern Racetrack Higgins
Trans surfer dude Racetrack Higgins
Fall-time Davey Jacobs
Ralbert
Jack Kelly
Greaser Jack Kelly
Spralbert
Katherine Plummer phone background
dark academia/royalty core Jack Kelly
Moritz Stiefel
Ernst Robel
Hernst
Ilse Neumann
Ottorg
Zowens
Melchritz
Racetrack Higgins as Spiderman
Cottagecore Jack Kelly
Sarah Jacobs
Les Jacobs
Jack Kelly in Santa Fe
Jackcrutchie as Bonnie and Clyde
Winn Schott Junior
Brooklyn Spot Conlon
Elmer
Jackcrutchie
Elmer, Crutchie, and JoJo
Katherine Plummer- Pultizer with Journey to the past
Wendla Bergmann and Moritz Stieffel
Tommy Boy
Crutchie Morris and a funfair
Nature vibe Elmer
Rainy Day Dara
Davey Jacobs with Snakes
Autistic Davey Jacobs
Modern Crutchie Morris
Clyde Barrow
Canon Jackcrutchie
Zookeeper Davey
Superhero Dara
Ralbert
92sies Mush
Vintage Crutchie
Trans Racedtrack Higgins
Medda Larkin
Yellow Crutchie
MobBoss Spot Conlon
Melchior Gabor
Moritz Steifel
Newsbians
Davey Jacobs
Hannah
Jacktrack
Crutchie as Shaggy from scooby doo
Art!Teacher Jack Kelly
Jock Racetrack Higgins
Davey and Les
Elmer
Racetrack Higgins [Canon and Modern]
Katherine Plummer-Pulitzer
Spot Conlon
Jackcrutchie
Dara soulmate AU
Ballet!AU Sarah Jacobs
Josephine [OC]
Two depressed painters
Dara
Vampire Davey
Jazzman Jack Kelly
Dancer Spot Conlon
Cora Higgins
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IN THE HEIGHTS MOODBOARDS!!!!!
tag list: @tommyinnitt @joshkatz @love-pyramus @babymushroomboy @panicky-pancakes @ranboo-my-beloved1 @yourknightinshiningplastic @lex-the-soggy-chicken-tender (join my taglist here!!)
mouse as usnavi: (belongs to @love-pyramus)
king as sonny: (belongs to @joshkatz)
josie as benny
bruiser as graffiti pete: (belongs to @thatsmycigarbutyoucanborrowit)
sarah as vanessa:
kath as nina
cora as daniella: (belongs to @the-cowbi)
davey as carla:
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Pining
JACK’S POV:
“You’re going to Jacobi’s, right? And you have your phone? And pepper spray? And you have your location on?” Alex rolls her eyes. “Yes, yes, yes, and yes. I’ll be fine. It’s just a date.”
“You can’t blame me for being cautious. I don’t know the guy. I don’t trust ‘im.” I scowl. “He works at the tailors with me. He’s a good guy. I have to go or I’ll be late. See you later, Jack!” She grabs her purse and heads out the door. Once I’m sure she’s gone, I let out a giant groan.
I love Alex. Not in a friend way, in a ‘I’m completely in love with her’ way. Everytime she goes on a date, it crushes me. I’m standing right in front of her, but she always turns away. The thought of her falling in love with someone else makes me want to swallow laundry detergent.
I stomp over to Davey’s room and knock on the closed door. “Not now, Jack!” He shouts. I heave a big sigh. That means I need to use the window. I walk out onto the fire escape and make my way to Davey’s window. I force it open and climb through. I lose my balance and collapse face down on the floor. I don’t bother moving. There’s no point.
Cora and Davey are sitting on the bed cuddling while watching a movie on a computer. Due to Davey’s red cheeks and messy hair, they were clearly not paying full attention to the movie. “Jesus! I thought you were my mom!” Davey shouts. “Why the fuck would she be coming through your window?” Davey shrugs. Cora looks over at me with concern.
“Jack, are you alright?” I don’t answer. I just groan into the carpet. My voice is muffled by the carpet, but it gets the point across well enough. “Um. Jack. Cora and I were having a date night-”
“Dates! That’s the problem! They’re so stupid!” I shout. I stand up and clamber onto the bed, laying in between Cora and Davey. “Dates should be outlawed. No more dates.” I grumble. Davey’s eyes light up with understanding. “Oh. Alex went out on a date again?”
“Yes!” I sob. “If you told her how you feel, maybe she wouldn’t be going on dates with other people.” I shoot Davey a look. “I can’t tell her that. She only sees me as a friend. And I’d much rather have her in my life and painfully pine over her than have her hate me and disappear.”
Cora pats my shoulder comfortingly. “I’m so in love with her. Have you seen her eyes? Prettiest green I’ve ever seen. And the way they light up when she’s happy? Her smile will be the death of me. And when he talks for hours about something she loves, she gets this cute little look on her face. And her singing! She sounds like an angel. An angel, Davey!” He nods sympathetically.
“She keeps going on dates with these guys. And the thought of them kissing her just makes me want to cry. Why them and not me?” I fling an arm up and accidentally hit Davey in the face. Cora looks at the clock on the night table. “I’m going to get started on dinner. Let me know if you two need anything-”
“All the girls leave meeeeee!” I flop over onto my stomach and mash my face in a pillow. “-Or I can stay.” Cora sits on the edge of the bed. “I’m so in love with her. Every time she touches me, I feel a spark of electricity. I just want to hold her and kiss her and tell her I love her. I’m miserable. Absolutely miserable.”
“She’s probably at the restaurant right now, laughing at his jokes. And he’s going to walk her out, they’re going to have a good night kiss, and she’ll come home completely in love. They’ll get married, and have kids, and I’ll have to watch her be happy while I’m secretly dying inside.”
“Slow down. It’s just a date. There’s no wedding happening anytime soon.” Cora says. “Maybe if I hit myself hard enough with a brick I can forget everything. Davey, I need you to hit me with a brick.” Davey rubs his eyes. “I’m not hitting you with a brick. Now c’mon, Cora is going to make some soup. Lets go help her.”
I allow him to pull me up. I shuffle behind him to the kitchen. Cora starts to boil some water and Davey pulls out different veggies. I bang my head against the counter top a few times before Cora places an oven mitt in between my forehead and the counter. I lay down on the kitchen floor and stare at the ceiling. Davey steps over me to get to the fridge, seemingly unfazed.
“Maybe you should try to go on a few dates,” Davey advises. “I tried. But they weren’t Alex. There’s no one else but her. She’s my soulmate.” I continue my ranting as the two cook around me. An hour or so later a hot bowl of soup is placed in front of me at the table. I take a sip before slamming my face down into it. “Jack? You okay?” I blurble something into the soup.
Eventually I pull my face out of the soup. “I’m going to go take a shower.” I announce. I walk to the bathroom, leaving a trail of soup behind me. The shower doesn’t do much to help. I still feel sad. But now I’m sad and wet. I lay down on the couch, flinging my limbs off the side.
I hear the lock on the door click open. I sit up just as Alex comes through the door. She’s muttering something angrily under her breath. “How was the date?” Cora yells from the kitchen. “Terrible! He was a complete asshole.” She shouts. She falls onto the couch next to me. She lays her head in my lap and crosses her arms. “I need a guy like you.” She states, pointing up at me. I choke a bit, trying to figure out what to say.
“There’s a guy like me that definitely likes you.” I mutter under my breath. “What?” She asks. “Nothing.” I look away from her, trying to hide my blush. “I need a milkshake. You’re coming with me.” She stands up and pulls ne with her. “We’re going out for a milkshake! We’ll be back at some point!” With that she drags me out of the apartment.
We make an odd pair. She’s dressed nicely, in a red dress and red lipstick. Meanwhile, I’m wearing a ratty old shirt and a pair of flannel pajama pants. She opts to drive. She turns on the radio and begins to sing along to the song. Her voice is like a beautiful sunset. Full of color and emotion, almost like you can see it.
We walk into the diner. It’s empty at this hour. Alex orders a strawberry milkshake, like she always does. I order a chocolate one. We take a seat at the table in the farthest corner. Alex angrily takes a sip of her milkshake. “Why do I keep having such terrible dates? What am I doing wrong? Do I just not deserve anyone?” She sighs.
“You aren’t doing anything wrong. And they don’t deserve you, not the other way around. You are one of the kindest people I’ve ever met. You are clever, funny, talented, beautiful. Your the most amazing person I’ve ever met.” Alex has that beautiful smile on her face, the one that makes butterflies appear in my stomach. I can’t believe I said all that.
“And this is why I keep going on dates. There’s just no one like you.” She freezes when she realizes she said it out loud. “I didn’t mean it like that- well, I did, but not in that way, but-” I cut her off. “You like me?” She cringes. “Maybe?” She squeaks out.
She likes me. Alex likes me. Alex likes me.“I’m sorry if this is making things awkward. I didn’t mean for you to know.” She starts to fidget nervously with the straw wrapper. “I’ll go. I can walk to my apartment from here.” She grabs her bag and stands up. “Wait!” I grab her arm. I stand up as well.
“Maybe I like you too.” Her eyes widen. “Screw that. I’m completely and totally in love with you, Alex. I have been for ages.” Then she presses her lips to mine. Electricity courses through my veins. Her lips are soft against mine. I can barely breathe. When we pull away, we’re both flushed. We stand forehead to forehead. “I love you. I love you so fucking much.” I whisper. “I love you too, Jack.” Those green eyes look up at me, shining like they always do.
“You aren’t going on any more dates, are you?” She laughs and gently hits my arm. “Only if it’s a date with you.”
“Good. ‘Cause I don’t think I can handle another day pining over you.”
A/N: Cora is @the-cowbi‘s. They also helped me come up with a lot of the plot, because they’re awesome. Hope you guys enjoyed!
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I have basic idea but anything Davey x Cora (if ya wanna) would make me like happy cry and happy stim so hard. but again only if ya wanna and like, are comfy with it.
Hmm. My only problem with this would be that my writing is mainly fueled by me connecting with my interpretation of the characters, and I don’t know Cora enough to feel confident in my ability to connect with her. It sounds like a fun kind of challenge, but I’m a bit wary about misinterpreting her.
@the-cowbi do you still want me to try? Cause I will, but I’m worried about getting it wrong.
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𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬.
Debajo del corte dejamos la lista de compañeres para el Campamento de Defensa. Cualquier problema o error que encuentren, no duden en acercarse a comentarlo, ¡gracias!
HABITACIÓN I.
Abbott, Alyssa (23 años).
Desconocide (20 a 30 años).
Akiyama, Arisa (29 años).
Akiyama, Kenta (25 años).
Akiyama Yura (22 años).
Aubrey, Archie (27 años).
Aubrey, Bertram (24 años).
Aubrey, Louis (30 años).
Desconocide (20 a 30 años).
Avery, Barton II (27 años).
HABITACIÓN II.
Avery, Olivia (24 años).
Avery, sin nombre (hermano de Isolde Higgs, 27 años).
Avery, sin nombre (hermano de Isolde Higgs, 30 años).
Bagman, Leonore (23 años).
Bagman, Ludovic (24 años).
Bagman, Otto (25 años).
Desconocide (20 a 30 años).
Black, Sirius (25 años).
Boardman, Stubby (24 años).
Bones, Amelia (24 años).
HABITACIÓN III.
Bones, Grace (27 años).
Bones, Michael (24 años).
Braithwaite, Betty (24 años).
Brown, Darcy (24 años).
Brown, Edric (24 años).
Bullstrode, sin nombre (hermano de Cora Bones, 27 años).
Bungs, Rosalind (24 años).
Burbage, Charity (24 años).
Campbell, Lennox (24 años).
Desconocide (20 a 30 años).
HABITACIÓN IV.
Carrow, Alecto (26 años).
Carow, Verena (24 años).
Catchlove, Greta (24 años).
Cattermole, Reginald (23 años).
Chittock, Glenda (23 años).
Clearwatter, Cassia (25 años).
Corner, Caleb (24 años).
Desconocide (20 a 30 años).
Desconocide (20 a 30 años).
Creswell, Dirk (24 años).
HABITACIÓN V.
Crook, Glinda (23 años).
Crouch Jr., Bartemius (24 años).
Crouch, Zephyr (23 años).
d’Eath, Lorcan (24 años).
Davies, Grace (24 años).
Davies, Ivan (24 años).
Davies, Jacob (24 años).
Davies, Zabrina (24 años).
Dawlish, John (28 años).
Dawlish, Nirvana (28 años).
HABITACIÓN VI.
Desconocide (20 a 30 años).
Delacour, Brigitte (23 años).
Denbright, Jason (25 años).
Diggory, Amos (24 años).
Diggory, Jane (24 años).
Dolohov, Elaine (22 años).
Dolohov, Lavinia (24 años).
Dolohov, Sabine (27 años).
Dolohov, sin nombre (hermana de Zachary Parkinson, 27 años).
Dowson, Ellie (24 años).
HABITACIÓN VII.
Elliot, Joanna (26 años).
Elliot, Natalie (28 años).
Elliot, Phoebe (24 años).
Desconocide (20 a 30 años).
Fawley, Victoria (23 años).
Fenwick, Benjy (24 años).
Figg, Agatha (24 años).
Finnigan, Angela (24 años).
Fletcher, Mundungus (27 años).
Flint, Dorothy (23 años).
HABITACIÓN VIII.
Flint, Robert (24 años).
Goldstein, Penelope (23 años).
Gudgeon, Davey (24 años).
Gudgeon, Galvin (28 años).
Gudgeon, Gladys (23 años).
Greengrass, Vincent (24 años).
Higgs, Bertie (24 años).
Higgs, Isolde (24 años).
Higgs, Daniel (24 años).
Hookum, Daisy (25 años).
HABITACIÓN IX.
Hopkirk, Ivette (25 años).
Hopkirk, Mafalda (24 años).
Desconocide (20 a 30 años).
Hunt, Dianna (28 años).
Jones, Gwenog (23 años).
Jones, Hestia (23 años).
Jordan, Caleb (26 años).
Jorkins, Bertha (29 años).
Karoonda-Wood, Lucy (24 años).
Desconocide (20 a 30 años).
HABITACIÓN X.
Lestrange, Bellatrix (25 años).
Lestrange, Rabastan (24 años).
Lestrange, Rodolphus (25 años).
Li, Aether (23 años).
Lima, Mina (23 años).
Lockhart, Gilderoy (23 años).
Longbottom, Alice (24 años).
Longbottom, Frank (24 años).
Louise, Fatima (24 años).
Lovegood, Pandora (24 años).
HABITACIÓN XI.
Lovegood, Xenophilius (24 años).
Lupin, Remus (24 años).
MacDonald, Mary (24 años).
MacMillan, Minerva (23 años).
MacMillan, Nicholas (24 años).
MacMillan, sin nombre (hermano de Minerva, 26 años).
MacNair, Walden (24 años).
Malfoy, Lucius (25 años).
Malfoy, Narcissa (23 años).
McLaggen, Adam (23 años).
HABITACIÓN XII.
McLaggen, Tiberius (25 años).
McLaggen, sin nombre (hermano de Tiberius, 27 años).
McLaggen, sin nombre (hermano de Tiberius, 29 años).
Meadowes, Dorcas (25 años).
Montague, Alastair (24 años).
Mulciber, Charlotte (23 años).
Nettles, Margaret (23 años).
Nettles, Zoe (24 años).
Nott, Jonathan (23 años).
Ollivander, Katherine (25 años).
HABITACIÓN XIII.
Ollivander, Leonard (27 años).
Desconocide (20 a 30 años).
Desconocide (20 a 30 años).
Parkinson, Eleanor (23 años).
Parkinson, Zachary (24 años).
Parkinson, Zander (25 años).
Parkinson, sin nombre (hermano de Zachary, 26 años).
Podmore, Sturgis (24 años).
Pettigrew, Peter (24 años).
Desconocide (20 a 30 años).
HABITACIÓN XIV.
Potter, James (24 años).
Potter, Lily (24 años).
Prewett, Andrea (23 años).
Prewett, Coleen (26 años).
Prewett, Fabian (24 años).
Prewett, Frida (29 años).
Prewett, Gideon (24 años).
Purkiss, Doris (23 años).
Rookwood, Augustus (24 años).
Rowle, Aurora (23 años).
HABITACIÓN XV.
Rowle, Thorfinn (25 años).
Runcorn, Albert (24 años).
Selwyn, Alec (23 años).
Selwyn, Natasha (24 años).
Shingleton, Gaspard (24 años).
Sinistra, Aurora (27 años).
Skeeter, Rita (28 años).
Slinkhard, Wendy (23 años).
Smith, Mary (23 años).
Snape, Severus (24 años).
HABITACIÓN XVI.
Snow, Finnick (24 años).
Stebbins, Arabella (24 años).
Stebbins, Jeremy (23 años).
Strout, Miriam (24 años).
Talkalot, Lucinda (24 años).
Tonks, Andromeda (24 años).
Tonks, Edward (25 años).
Travers, André (23 años).
Travers, Baptiste (24 años).
Travers, Scarlett (24 años).
HABITACIÓN XVII.
Desconocide (20 a 30 años).
Trelawney, Sybill (23 años).
Umbridge, Dolores (23 años).
Desconocide (20 a 30 años).
Vance, Emmeline (24 años).
Vanity, Emma (25 años).
Vector, Septima (24 años).
Vouttier, Megara (23 años).
Wilkes, Everett (24 años).
Wilkes, Ophelia (23 años).
HABITACIÓN XVIII.
Wilson, Emilia (24 años).
Withey, Dawn (25 años).
Wood, Daniel (25 años).
Wood, Mason (28 años).
Desconocide (20 a 30 años).
Yaxley, Corban (24 años).
Yu, Wen (23 años).
Zabini, Alaric (27 años).
Zabini, Catrina (28 años).
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cora/davey + “do whatever you want with me, i'm yours.”
Davey’s heart constricted in his chest, the mere sight of Cora enough to fully unravel him. She looked perfect, perched on the edge of his bed, naked, legs spread just for him. He felt like he was going slowly insane as he stared at her, drinking every last inch of her in. His eyes repeatedly strayed from her face as he took in the soft pink of her folds, his teeth gnawing at his lower lip as he palmed desperately at the crotch of his sweats, the outline of his growing erection impossible to hide. She was dripping wet, her nipples hard, looking like an angel.
“Cora, we shouldn’t... I don’t wanna take advantage of you, princess,” he sighed, silently berating himself for suddenly developing a sense of basic morality for the first time in 27 years.
Still, in spite of himself, he found himself taking slow steps towards her, gently stroking himself through the fabric of his trousers, a soft groan ripping from his throat. He wanted to fuck her, wanted to feel her walls around him as tears spilled down her pretty cheeks as she cried out for him, begged for him. He leaned down gently, pressing a kiss to her open mouth, her lips parted in askance. A tender moan spilled from her lips, into his mouth, causing his cock to throb further. More than the desire to fuck her, he wanted to taste her. Davey wanted to tease her clit with his tongue, to desperately guzzle at her folds and swallow every last drop of her. He wanted to hold her hand and guide her through an orgasm, teach her not only how good sex can be, but how right it is with him.
“Do whatever you want with me, I’m yours.”
Cora’s voice was sweet, so full of trust and expectation, her words encouraging him in his moment of uncertainty.
Davey swallowed back the lump building in his throat as he lowered himself onto his knees, his hands sliding along her thighs, edging her knees further apart. He kept his gaze on her, watching as her eyes widened, a sexy little blush tinging her cheeks. There was nothing in the world he wanted more than to ravage her, to leave her sweaty and aching, throbbing and needy under his touch.
His resolve snapped in two the second he leaned down to press a kiss to her inner thigh, already sticky, slick and shining, inviting him in. His tongue gently lapped at the cum that had spilled out onto her skin, his grip on her tightening as a raspy moan spilled out of him at the taste of her.
“Fuck. You taste heavenly, princess,” he breathed, his nose nudging her thigh carefully before he buried his face between her legs.
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CHAPTER 8 (hadsiestown)
“How to get to Hadestown: You have to take the long way down. Through the underground, under cover of night. Layin' low, stayin' out of sight. Ain't no compass, brother, ain't no map. Just a telephone wire and a railroad track. Keep on walkin' and don't look back, 'til you get to the bottomland.” Medda’s instructions are true. There is no street, no directions. You just have to walk until you arrive.
“Wait for me, I'm comin'! Wait, I'm comin' with you. Wait for me, I'm comin' too, I'm coming too!” Davey sings. The only response is the echo of his own voice. “The River Styx is high and wide. Cinder bricks and razor wire. Walls of iron and concrete. Hound dogs howling 'round the gate. Those dogs'll lay down and play dead. If you got the bones, if you got the bread. But if all you got is your own two legs, just be glad you got 'em.” Medda’s voice is heard only by Davey. He’s the only one in this wasteland to hear it.
The fates make Davey doubt himself. Doubt that he can do it. Doubt that he is strong enough. But he pushes on, his love for Cora stronger than the fate’s nimbly woven lies. “You're on the lam, you’re on the run. Don't give your name, you don't have one. And don't look no one in the eye, that town'll try to suck you dry. They'll suck your brain, they'll suck your breath. They'll pluck the heart right out your chest.They'll truss you up in your Sunday best and stuff your mouth with cotton.” Davey heeds Medda’s advice. He moves as fast as he can, past monsters and other unimaginable creatures.
“I'm coming wait for me! I hear the walls repeating. The falling of my feet and it sounds like drumming! And I am not alone, I hear the rocks and stones echoing my song. I'm coming!” These words are a promise. One that he will keep, even if it kills him.
While Davey traveled, Cora was being welcomed to Hadestown. “There are papers to be signed. Step into my office.” He says. Medda saw all of this, but she was not allowed to say a thing. She is a silent witness. “And he closed the door behind. Now a lot can happen behind closed doors. That's for sure, brother, that's a fact. But a lot can happen on the factory floor when the foreman turns his back.” she whispers.
In that room, Cora signed away everything. Her memories. Her name. Who she is. She is just a worker now, one that will hammer at stones until her hammer wears down. Then she’ll get a new hammer and start once more.
“What I wanted was to fall asleep. Close my eyes and disappear, like a petal on a stream, a feather on the air. Lily white and poppy red. I trembled when he laid me out. You won't feel a thing, he said, when you go down. Nothing gonna wake you now. Dreams are sweet, until they're not. Men are kind, until they aren't. Flowers bloom, until they rot, and fall apart. Is anybody listening? I open my mouth and nothing comes out. Nothing, nothing gonna wake me now. Flowers, I remember fields of flowers. Soft beneath my heels. Walking in the sun, I remember someone. Someone by my side, turned his face to mine. And then I turned away, into the shade. You, the one I left behind. If you ever walk this way. Come and find me lying in the bed I made.”
Cora speaks to the workers, but they do not hear. The things that made them human have been signed away on paper. Cora grabs a hammer. She begins to work. Slowly, she fades. The last thing she remembers is a name. Davey.
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CHAPTER 7 (hadsiestown)
The snow fell in thick sheets. The wind roared. Cora was cold. So very, very cold. Fingers and toes were numb. Lips were blue. Heart beat slow. Out of the snow came a figure clad in a black suit. His hair is slicked back. Despite the cold he had no coat. “Hey, little songbird, give me a song. I'm a busy man and I can't stay long. I got clients to call, I got orders to fill. I got walls to build, I got riots to quell.”
Cora stays silent, wary of this strange man. “Hey, little songbird, cat got your tongue? Always a pity for one so pretty and young when poverty comes to clip your wings and knock the wind right out of your lungs.” The man’s voice was calming, familiar. Like she had heard it a hundred times before. “Strange is the call of this strange man. I wanna fly down and feed at his hand. I want a nice, soft place to land. I wanna lie down forever.” Cora says softly.
“Hey, little songbird, you've got something fine. You'd shine like a diamond down in the mine. And the choice is yours if you're willing to choose, seeing as you've got nothing to lose. And I could use a canary.” Jack’s voice is smooth and convincing. “Suddenly nothing is as it was. Where are you now, Orpheus? Wasn't it gonna be the two of us? Weren't we birds of a feather?” Cora receives no answer.
“Hey, little songbird, let me guess. He's some kind of poet and he's penniless. Give him your hand, he'll give you his hand-to-mouth. He'll write you a poem when the power is out. Hey, why not fly south for the winter? Hey, little songbird, look all around you. See how the vipers and vultures surround you, and they'll take you down, they'll pick you clean if you stick around such a desperate scene. See, people get mean when the chips are down.”
Jack held out a golden coin. “What is it?” Coras asks. “Your ticket.” He doesn’t tell her what the ticket is for. She already knows. She waited. Then she took the coin. “Davey, my heart is yours. Always was, and will be. It's my gut I can’t ignore. Davey, I'm hungry. Oh, my heart it aches to stay. But the flesh will have its way. Oh, the way is dark and long. I'm already gone.” So Jack took Cora, down to his metal kingdom. Here she would be warm. Here she would be safe.
Davey was looking for his lover. He had no clue she was already gone. “Ms. Medda!” he shouts. “Hey, the big artiste! Ain't you working on your masterpiece?” Medda asks. “Where’s Cora?” he questions. “Brother, what do you care? You'll find another muse somewhere.” Davey furrowed his brow. “Where is she?”
“Why you wanna know?” Medda looks at her nails. “Wherever she is, is where I'll go.” Medda takes a deep breath. “And what if I said she's down below?” Davey’s heart stopped. “Down below?” Medda looks him in the eyes. There is a sadness to them. “Down below. Six-feet-under-the-ground below. She called your name before she went. But I guess you weren't listening.” Davey drops to the ground. Grief tears through his veins and fills every inch of his being. A tear rolls down his cheek.
“Just how far would you go for her?” Medda asks. “To the end of time. To the end of the earth.” He doesn’t even have to think about his answer. He knows he would do anything for her. “You got a ticket?” Davey shakes his head no. “Yeah, I didn't think so. Course there is another way. But nah, I ain't supposed to say.” Davey implores Medda to tell him. “Around the back.
But that ain't easy walkin'.. It ain't for the sensitive of soul. So do you really wanna go?”
“With all my heart.”
“With all your heart? Well, that's a start.”
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CHAPTER 6 (hadestown au)
A train comes up the railroad tracks. “That was not six months!” Alex shouts. “She's gonna ride that train 'til the end of the line, 'cause the King of the Mine is coming to call. Did you ever wonder what it's like on the underside?” Medda says loudly. “On the other side of his wall. Follow that dollar for a long way down. Far away from the poorhouse door. You either get to hell or to Hadestown, ain’t no difference anymore! Way down Hadestown, way down under the ground.”
“Hound dog howl and the whistle blow, train come a-rollin, clickety-clack. Everybody tryin' to get a ticket to go, but those who go they don’t come back.” Medda’s voice floats through the air, taunting Alex.“Winter's nigh and summer's o'er. Hear that high, lonesome sound of my husband coming for to bring me home to Hadestown.” Alex says darkly.
“Down there, it's a bunch of stiffs. Brother, I'll be bored to death. Gonna have to import some stuff just to entertain myself. Give me morphine in a tin. Give me a crate of the fruit of the vine. Takes a lot of medicine to make it through the wintertime.”
Now the fates sing. Their voices are haunting. Only those who have godly blood running through their veins can hear it. The voices of the fates stick in your head. A faint echo you can never get rid of. “Every little penny in the wishing well. Every little nickel on the drum. All them shiny little heads and tails. Where do you think they come from? They come from way down Hadestown, way down under the ground.”
“Everybody hungry. Everybody tired. Everybody slaves by the sweat of his brow. The wage is nothing and the work is hard. It's a graveyard in Hadestown. Mr. Jack is a mean old boss.” Medda hums. “With a silver whistle and a golden scale,” Alex adds. “And he weighs the cost and your soul for sale.” Medda has no fear of Jack, as she is an immortal god. Others would not speak so freely. “On the Road to Hell, there was a railroad car. And the car door opened and a man stepped out. Everybody looked and everybody saw. It was the same man they'd been singin' about.” Medda goes silent.
“You're early!” Alex yells. “I missed you.” Alex shakes her head, an exhausted sigh leaving her lips. But she boards the train, leaving the world to return to winter. “With Alex gone, the cold came on.” Medda watched as the sun fell from the sky and snow started to rain down. “He came too soon! It's not supposed to be like this.” Davey runs a hand through his hair in anger. “Well. 'Til someone brings the world back into tune, this is how it is.”
Davey stands up and walks off with his guitar in hand. “Hey, where are you going?” Cora calls. “I have to finish the song.”
“Finish it quick. The wind is changing. There's a storm coming on. We need food! We need firewood. Did you hear me? Davey?” He couldn’t hear her. He was surrounded by his song. All other noise was nonexistent.
While the two lovers froze above, Alex was baking below. “In the coldest time of year, why is it so hot down here? Hotter than a crucible. It ain't right and it ain't natural.” workers pounded at the stones around them. Sweat rolled of their bodies, the only water in sight. “Lover, you were gone so long. Lover, I was lonesome. So I built a foundry in the ground beneath your feet. Here, I fashioned things of steel. Oil drums and automobiles. Then I kept that furnace fed
with the fossils of the dead. Lover, when you feel that fire, think of it as my desire, think of it as my desire for you!”
Back on the surface, the storm had hit. Fierce snow and wind, the kind that rends flesh from bone. Sharp as a wolf’s teeth. Cora was out searching for food and wood. Her coat the only thing keeping her warm. “Looking high and looking low, for the food and firewood I know we need to find and I am keeping one eye on the sky and tryin' to trust that the song he's working on is gonna shelter us from the wind.” her voice is lost in the wind.
While her cheeks turned blue, Alex’s turned red. “In the darkest time of year, why is it so bright down here? Brighter than a carnival. It ain't right and it ain't natural.” Lights shown down on her. Blinding and buzzing. “Lover, you were gone so long. Lover, I was lonesome. So I laid a power grid in the ground on which you stood, and wasn't it electrifying when I made the neon shine? Silver screen, cathode ray. Brighter than the light of day. Lover, when you see that glare
think of it as my despair. Think of it as my despair for you!” Hades sang.
“Every year, it's getting worse. Hadestown, hell on Earth! Did you think I'd be impressed
With this neon necropolis? Lover, what have you become? Coal cars and oil drums. Warehouse walls and factory floors. I don't know you anymore. And in the meantime up above the harvest dies and people starve. Oceans rise and overflow. It ain't right and it ain't natural!”
“Lover, everything I do, I do it for the love of you. If you don't even want my love, I'll give it to someone who does. Someone grateful for her fate. Someone who appreciates the comforts of a gilded cage and doesn't try to fly away the moment Mother Nature calls. Someone who could love these walls that hold her close and keep her safe and think of them as my embrace.”
As these lovers quarreled, the lovers above them were about to be torn apart. Davey worked on his song. Cora called out for him. He didn’t hear.
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CHAPTER 4 (of hadsiestown)
So Davey sat. And he played his guitar, strumming the same chords over and over while trying to find the next piece. It was there, just out his reach. It taunted him. A fruit hanging from a branch an inch above his head.
“King of silver, king of gold. And everything glittering under the ground.” He hums. “Jack is king of oil and coal, and the riches that flow where those rivers are found. But for half of the year with Alex gone, his loneliness moves in him crude and black. He thinks of his wife in the arms of the sun and jealousy fuels him and feeds him and fills him with doubt that she'll never come. Dread that she'll never come. Doubt that his lover will ever come back.”
This statement is true. Jack’s love for Alex burned as hot as his forges. And her love for Jack burned as hot as the sun itself. But still Jack had doubt. He feared that Alex would grow sick of him, of his kingdom. That she would leave him to be with the sun.
“King of mortar, king of bricks.The River Styx is a river of stones and Jack lays them high and thick. With a million hands that are not his own, with a million hands, he builds a wall.
Around all the riches he digs from the Earth. The pickaxe flashes. The hammer falls. And crashing and pounding, as rivers surround him And drown out the sound of the song he once heard.” Davey sings his melody once more. The same melody that brings life back to a dead ground. The melody that will bring back the spring.
#hadsiestown#newsies oneshot#newsies#newsies fic#newsies hadestown au#dara#jalex#davey x cora#jack x alex
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CHAPTER 11
Promises and word to the wise and his kiss the riot and wait for me
“Davey? You finished it!” Cora cheers. “What do I do now?” Davey asks. “You take me home with you! Let's go, let’s go right now!” She grabbed his hand and ushers for him to run with her. “Okay, let's go...How?” Davey questions. "We'll walk, you know the way! We’ll just go back the way you came.”
“It's a long road. It's a long walk. Back into the cold and dark. Are you sure you wanna go?” Cora nods. “Take me home.” Davey looks at the woman he loves, the one he wants to marry. They might not make it out of Hadestown alive. So he has one thing he needs to say. “I have no ring for your finger. I have no banquet table to lay. I have no bed of feathers. Whatever promises I made, I can't promise you fair sky above. Can't promise you kind road below. But I'll walk beside you, love. Any way the wind blows.”
“I don't need gold, don't need silver. Just bread when I’m hungry. Fire when I’m cold. Don't need a ring for my finger. Just need a steady hand to hold. Don’t promise me fair sky above. Don't promise me kind road below. Just walk beside me, love. Any way the wind blows.”
“What about him?” Davey gestures to Jack. “He'll let us go, look at him. He can't say no.” Davey gestures to the workers surrounding them. “What about them?” Cora doesn’t hesitate to answer. “We’ll show the way. If we can do it, so can they.” These workers deserve to see the sun as much as she does. She’ll make sure they see it. Davey turned to Jack. “Can we go?”
Jack thought for a moment. “I don't know.” He says softly. The fates whisper in his ear. A fly buzzing around his head, but he can never seem to hit it away. “Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do now? If you tell him no, oh, you're a heartless man. And you're gonna have a martyr on your hands. If you let him go, oh, you’re a spineless king and you're never gonna get 'em in line again. Here's a little tip. Word to the wise. Here's a little snippet of advice. Men are fools. Oh, men are frail. Give them the rope and they'll hang themselves.”
So Jack thought to himself. “The devil take this Davey and his belladonna kiss. Beautiful, poisonous, lovely, deadly. Dangerous this jack of hearts. With his kiss, the riot starts. All my children came here poor, clamoring for bed and board. Now, what do they clamor for? Freedom. Have I made myself their lord, just to fall upon the sword of some pauper's minor chord? Who will lead them? Who lays all our best-laid plans? Who makes work for idle hands? Only one thing to be done. Let them go but let there be some term to be agreed upon. Some condition Davey the undersigned shall not turn to look behind.”
“She's out of sight and he's out of his mind. Every coward seems courageous in the safety of a crowd. Bravery can be contagious when the band is playing loud. Nothing makes a man so bold as a woman's smile and a hand to hold. But all alone his blood runs thin. And doubt comes in.” Jack knew this was true. So he knew he had set a fair bargain. A hard one, but a fair one.
“Well, the good news is, he said that you can go. He did, but there's bad news though. You can walk, but it won't be like you planned. Well, you won't be hand in hand. You won't be arm in arm, side by side, and all of that. He said you have to walk in front, and she has to walk in back. And if you turn around to make sure she's coming too, then she goes back to Hadestown and there ain't nothing you can do. It's a trial. Do you trust each other? Do you trust yourselves?”
“Of course.” Davey says. “Always.” Cora states. “Well listen, brother. If you want to walk out of hell, you're gonna have to prove it before gods and men. Can you do that?”
“We can.” Davey has not a shred of doubt in his mind. They will make it out of here. They have to.
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A/N: Here’s chapter 2 of the newsies hadestown AU! Again, it’s with my character and @the-cowbi ‘s character. Enjoy!
CHAPTER 2
“Cora was a hungry young girl. A runaway from everywhere she'd ever been. She was no stranger to the world. No stranger to the wind.” Medda begins. “The weather ain't the way it was before. Ain't no spring or fall at all anymore. It's either blazing hot or freezing cold. Any way the wind blows,” Cora sings. Her voice floats through the air. The words ring with truth, the kind of truth that no one wants to admit.
“And there ain't a thing that you can do, when the weather takes a turn on you. 'Cept for hurry up and hit the road. Any way the wind blows. Wind comes up!” No one can hear the fates. Not even you, dear reader. The only person who can hear them is Medda. She is invisible to all. The fates and her, they are simply passing shadows. They can see each other, but no one can see them. Humans miss the gods all the time, simply because they fade into the world around them.
“Do you hear that sound?” Cora asks herself. No one responds. “Move to another town. Ain't nobody gonna stick around. When the dark clouds roll, any way the wind blows. Anybody got a match?” A match is offered. She snaps it up and lights her candle.
“Always singing in the back of your mind. Wherever it was this young girl went, the Fates were close behind.” Medda is correct. The fates follow young Cora. They know that she holds importance, far beyond what she knows. To herself she is naught but a poor girl. To the fates, she is a player in a great story.
“People turn on you just like the wind. Everybody is a fair weather friend. In the end, you're better off alone. Any way the wind blows,” Cora’s softly spoken words make the fire of the candle flutter. “And sometimes you think, you would do anything just to fill your belly full of food. Find a bed that you could fall into, where the weather wouldn't follow you.”
So Cora blew out her candle. And she walked. The wind attacked her on all sides yet she kept walking. Then she saw a tavern in the distance. Shelter, a place to lay her head for a night. Little did she know, this is the tavern where Davey was sitting and playing his guitar.
“Reader, listen to this. Davey was the son of a Muse, and you know how those muses are. Sometimes they abandon you. And this poor boy, he wore his heart out on his sleeve. You might say he was naïve to the ways of the world. But he had a way with words, and the rhythm and the rhyme, and he sang just like a bird up on a line. And it ain't because I'm kind. But his Mama was a friend of mine, and I liked to hear him sing, and his way of seeing things. So I took him underneath my wing. And that is where he stayed. Until one day…”
Cora entered the tavern. All eyes landed on her. Davey saw this woman, and something in his heart tugged him towards her. He resisted, trying his best to sever that string. But his attempts were hopeless. Meeting this girl was fate. And no one can escape fate, not even the gods themselves.
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Perfect Moments
CORA’S POV:
Yes, it’s eight in the morning. And yes, I should probably get up. But Davey is fast asleep next to me and it’s adorable. His arms are wrapped around my waist as he snores into my hair. He’s a cuddle bug for sure. Not that I mind. I’ve been up for an hour at least. Can’t bring myself to move. I’ve just been scrolling on my phone, enjoying his silent company.
I feel him shift against my back. He mumbles something. “Good morning, sleepyhead.” I flip over to face him. His hair is all over the place, like he just got electrocuted. He rubs the sleep from his eyes and gently stretches. “What time is it?” He groans. “Eight. You slept in for once.” I move to get out of bed, but he holds me down with his arm.
“Noooooo. Don’t leave. Y’warm.” I laugh and lay down next to him. “How can I refuse?” He places his chin on my head. My face is laying against his chest. I can hear his heart beat. “We really should get up though. We have to meet Race at the dance studio at ten.”
“He’ll understand if we cancel. I’ll say I got sick. Or I’m turning into a vampire and can no longer go outside. And then we can just stay here all day.” I wish we could. I live for moments like these. The little, perfect moments. I want to freeze time. Like a photograph. Just this moment for a little while longer.
“I want waffles.” I can feel the vibration of Davey’s voice. “Alright. But you have to help me make them.” He hums in agreement. Neither of us move. “We’re gonna have to get up to make them.” He wisely observes. “On the count of three. One, two, three.” Both of us sit up. I clamber out of bed and pull on my bathrobe.
We follow our typical morning routine. We take turns in the bathroom, brushing teeth and hair. When he comes out, his hair is even fluffier. He looks like a poodle. Once all that is done, we migrate to the kitchen. We pull out all the ingredients and pile them on the counter.
“Can you do the eggs, sweetheart? I always get shells in ‘em.” Davey nods and grabs the eggs. He deftly cracks one. It misses the bowl and ends up on the counter. There’s not a shell in it, though. He wipes it up and tries again, this time making it inside. We work in tandem to make the batter.
We chat the whole time about this and that. We’re just enjoying each other’s company. When the batter is finally made, Davey pulls out the bag of chocolate chips. He gives me puppy dog eyes. There’s no way I can resist. “Fine, but only a little bit.” He cheers and proceeds to dump half the bag into the bowl. “This is going to be more chocolate than waffle,” I chuckle.
I get to work cooking the waffles. Davey sets the table. I switch on some music and sing along. He joins in. He’s very off key, but then again, so am I. We make a good pair. Davey grabs my hand. “May I have this dance?” He asks. “Of course.” He pulls me towards him. We slowly waltz around the kitchen.
Our dancing isn’t very formal. It’s mainly just the two of us giggling our way through steps and twirls. It’s another perfect moment. Sunlight is streaming through the window, hitting Davey’s face just right. His smile is beautiful. It makes me fall in love with him all over again.
All these perfect moments. They’re what make life worth living.
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CHAPTER 10 (hadsiestown)
The workers are angry. They were robbed of their humanity. So they begin to chant. “Why do we turn away when our brother is bleeding? Why do we build the wall and then call it freedom? If we're free, tell me why I can't look in my brother's eye?” Their voices are loud, thousands together. The metal that they mined only amplifies the volume.
“Young man, got to hand it to you. Guess you don't scare easy, do ya? Are you brave or stupid, son? Doesn't matter which one. 'Cause it seems your song made quite a strong impression on my wife. But it takes more than singin' songs to keep a woman in your arms. Take it from a man no longer young. If you want to hold a woman, son. Hang a chain around her throat made of many carat gold. Shackle her from wrist to wrist with sterling silver bracelets. Fill her pockets full of stones, precious ones, diamonds. Bind her with a golden band. Take it from an old man.”
Jack shouts.
Davey doesn’t listen. “If I raise my voice. If I raise my head.” He yells. “Could I change my fate?” Cora joins. “Could I change the way it is?” they shout together. “Why do we turn away instead of standing with him? Why are we digging our own graves for a living? If we're free, tell me why we can't even stand upright? If we're free tell me when we can stand with our fellow man.” The workers chant. A thousands of voices, all calling for freedom.
“Young man, I was young once too. Sang a song of love like you. Son, I too, was left behind. Turned on one too many times. Now I sing a different song, one I can depend upon. A simple tune, a steady beat. The music of machinery. You hear that heavy metal sound? The symphony of Hadestown. And in this symphony of mine of power cords and power lines. Young man, you can strum your lyre. I have strung the world in wire. Young man, you can sing your ditty. I conduct the electric city!” Spit flies from Jack’s mouth as he yells. Fury rolls off him in waves.
“I'll tell you what, young man. Since my wife is such a fan, and since I'm going to count to three and put you out of your misery. One!-- give me one more song. One more song before I send you. Two!-- to the great beyond, where nobody can hear you singing. Three!-- sing a song for me. Make me laugh, make me weep. Make the king feel young again. Sing for an old man!”
So Davey grabs his guitar and he plays. “King of shadows, King of shades. Jack was king of the Underworld. But he fell in love with a beautiful lady who walked up above, In her mother's green field. He fell in love with Alex who was gathering flowers in the light of the sun. And I know how it was because he was like me. A man in love with a woman.”
He sings his melody. The one that sprouted flowers from dead ground, that brought the sun out from behind the clouds. “Where’d you get that melody?” Jack demands. “Let him finish, Jack.” Alex says softly.
“And you didn't know how. And you didn't know why. But you knew that you wanted to take her home. You saw her alone there, against the sky. It was like she was someone you'd always known. It was like you were holding the world when you held her. Like yours were the arms that the whole world was in. And there were no words for the way that you felt. So you opened your mouth and you started to sing.” Davey repeats the melody once more, this time louder. You can almost see the notes leave his mouth. The air shivers around them, alive.
“And what has become of the heart of that man, now that the man is king? What has become of the heart of that man now that he has everything? The more he has, the more he holds. The greater the weight of the world on his shoulders. See how he labors beneath that load, afraid to look up, and afraid to let go. So he keeps his head low, he keeps his back bending. He's grown so afraid that he'll lose what he owns. But what he doesn't know is that what he's defending is already gone. Where is the treasure inside of your chest? Where is your pleasure? Where is your youth? Where is the man with his arms outstretched? To the woman he loves with nothing to lose?”
When Davey sings the melody again, Jack joins in. He knows the melody by heart. It’s a melody he once knew so well. He looks at Alex. His wife. His queen. He grabs her hand. Then she begins to sing too. The melody winds around them, reminding them of happier days. They remember when they were happy. When they were so in love. And they both realize that the love is still there. It never went away.
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