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emmaelix · 1 year

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Oregon Files Book 15 X Bones Season 3/4 Crossover Part One of ?

So this is kind of niche. For anyone not familiar with The Oregon Files, it's a book series where Juan Cabrillo and his crew go around solving cases for the CIA. Bones is a tv show about a forensic anthropologist and her pet FBI agent.

Lizbeth Cabrillo is my own original character. Everyone else belongs to the creators of Bones and The Oregon Files. Although, you'd have a hard time asking Clive Cussler anything since he's currently dead.

Lizbeth Cabrillo sat in the infirmary of the Oregon, Julia Huxley closely examining a skull in front of her. "And you're sure it's been- chewed?"

Julia nodded grimly. "Yep. Boiled and then eaten. A gruesome way to die. Have you contacted Dr. Brennan yet?"

Lizbeth nodded, then stood up. "Juan and Eric should be changing course soon. We'll get there by nine tonight and then go to the Jeffersonian tomorrow. You should come, Hux."

Julia removed her gloves and turned to Lizbeth. "It would be interesting to see the greatest forensic anthropologist of our time working on the bones I found. But, there's one thing you shouldn't talk to her about. Dr. Zack Addy."

"Why? Were they close?" Lizbeth asked, moving to walk with Julia as they headed towards the Oregon's control room. Julia laughed mirthlessly.

"He was her intern and then associate until a few months ago. And no, he wasn't murdered. He's a murderer," Julia said, shrugging when Lizbeth looked at her incredulously.

Eric Stone, the chief helmsman of the Oregon, walked up to them, wearing a button-down shirt and khakis. He had a lipstick stain on his cheek. "Eric, I hope Silvia doesn't wear water-proof lipstick."

Eric looked confused, before rubbing at his cheek and sighing with relief when he saw pink lipstick on his fingers. Lizbeth chuckled, and Eric flustered for a second before saying, "I came down here to tell you we'll be in Washington by about eight to eight-thirty. Oh, and The Chairman asked me to tell you he has Dr. Brennan and Special Agent Booth's files for you to look over tonight."

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Temperance Brennan was at work bright and early today. Zack's confession had rattled her, but she knew she could compartmentalize this, just as she had Booth's 'death'.

Cam came up behind her, saying, "Hey, Brennan. There are some people here to see us. They say they work for The Corporation, whatever that is."

Brennan turned to see four people walking towards her. Three women and two men. One of the women was tanned and wore dark hair in a ponytail that held neatly behind her. Next to her was a woman with much paler skin who wore a pinstriped suit and her hair in a low bun. The final woman had an extremely dark complexion with sharp features and searching eyes.

The two men were both caucasian, one with blonde hair and a prosthetic leg, and the other with a ring of red around his bald head and a gut that made him look like a typical sitcom dad. The blonde man smiled, saying, "I'm Juan Cabrillo. Chairman of The Corporation and Captain of The Oregon."

The blonde woman in a pinstriped suit walked up next to him. "Lizbeth Cabrillo. His wife and a Corporation Operative. I'm ex-CIA and Special Forces."

The dark-skinned woman said, "Raven Malloy. Corporation Operative and former military."

"Max Hanley. President of The Corporation," the balding redhead said, grinning and reaching out to shake Brennan's hand.

"And I'm the woman who contacted your organization. Julia Huxley, I'm the chief medical officer on the Oregon, the ship that found these remains."

Booth eyed the newcomers suspiciously. "How do we know you aren't lying?"

Lizbeth chuckled. "Special Agent Seeley Booth, thirty-five. You have a child with your ex-girlfriend Rebecca named Parker Booth. You read Green Lantern comics in the bathtub."

Booth looked surprised and also concerned. "How do you know what I do in the bathtub?"

"You'd be surprised what we know, Seeley. We have CIA and FBI connections along with multiple others. Unterschätzen Sie uns nicht. The Corporation weiß mehr, als Sie jemals wissen werden."

"You're German?" Cam asked, and Lizbeth nodded.

"I've always loved being German and ex-Special Forces. It makes people think I'm going to want to burn them at the stake before they've even met me, which makes up for my bubbly personality. Blöd," Lizbeth said, chuckling and motioning towards Julia Huxley. The doctor brought out a box, filled with a skull and several other bones.

"Have fun, Doctor Brennan."

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"They're very interesting," Lizbeth said before taking a bit of her salad. She, Raven, Julia, Juan, and Max had all gotten rooms at a local hotel and they were eating supper at a local cafe that claimed to have the best burgers around.

"Is it just me, or does that Dr. Brennan give everyone else the heebie-jeebies too?" Max asked, taking a large bite of his burger before spitting it out. "Is this hamburger made of vegetables?"

Julia chuckled. "You're the one who went into the bathroom while we were ordering. Your fries are real."

"I've got another question. Booth, the guy with the kid, are he and the good doctor dating?" Max asked, happily eating his fries like a small child.

Juan and Lizbeth looked at each other. "Well, according to their file, Brennan and Booth's psychologist, and multiple co-workers, they aren't. But, everyone's surprised they haven't hooked up yet."

Raven chewed thoughtfully. "There are absolutely feelings there. They act the same way towards each other that I'm told you two used to act before dating."

Juan choked on the water he'd just taken a sip of. Max chuckled, pulling something out of his pocket. Max clicked play on what Lizbeth now realized was a recording. "Booth took a bullet for Brennan a few weeks back. He also stayed with her at home when she was being stalked, accidentally triggering an explosion set for her in his own face, putting him in the hospital until someone realized he'd been broken out by a co-worker to save Dr. B."

Two different voices had been speaking, but Lizbeth knew from hearing that there had to be something between Booth and Dr. Brennan. She clicked pause as she heard footsteps behind her. Brennan and Booth, talking happily, passed by them, barely noticing them until Lizbeth whistled to get their attention.

Booth turned his head - his hand going towards his gun - before he relaxed when he saw who had called him over. He placed his hand on Brennan's shoulder, a gesture that Lizbeth didn't let slip her eye, and guided her to their booth.

"I don't think I was properly introduced to all of you," Booth said when he sat down, eyeing Max carefully. "You're Max, right?"

Max nodded, saying, "Yep. At least, that's what my birth certificate says."

Booth nodded. "As long as you don't turn out too much like the other Max I know, we should be fine and dandy."

Brennan slapped his shoulder. "Booth! I hardly think that's professional! You shouldn't be comparing a man you just met to my- an arrested and convicted felon."

Interesting. The good doctor had faltered, saying 'my' before an. Maybe she was related to this other convicted felon named Max? "Speaking of professional," Lizbeth said, trying to segway into her questions about their case. "I'd love to know more about the psychologist who spoke on television about this "Gormagon." And whether or not you think Gormagon killed the vic we found sleeping with the fish."

Booth laughed. "Sweets will love you for noticing he was on tv. He's been begging us all month to tell him what we think about his interview."

Brennan was about to answer when bullets cascaded through the window, shattering the glass. Lizbeth looked around, her stomach dropping when she realized Juan had been hit. "Juan! Stay with me, okay, love? Julia, go get your med bag. Max, call whoever you can who's still on the ship. Raven, call 911. Other people were shot or hit by the shattered glass."

Booth looked around, watching Brennan run to help an older man who'd slipped as he was walking from his table as the bullets had been fired. "What do you want me to do?"

"Call the FBI, and then Langston Overholt. Tell Lang Lizbeth asked you to call, he'll understand."

"Why should I call them?"

"Because someone just shot my husband and I'd like to know what bastard it was," Lizbeth said, trying to keep her voice steady. This situation reminded her too much of Mike's death. Mike Trono, one of their crew members who had sacrificed his life for The Oregon, had died in Lizbeth's arms. She wasn't about to let her husband do the same.

#bones (2005)#bones x booth #before hannah the bitch #The Oregon Files #Juan Cabrillo x OC #Yes I realize this crossover could not work timeline wise but I don't freaking care

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mischief-pixie · 4 years

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f/o takeover

For the next few hours all asks will be answered my F/Os:

Pink equals romantic, orange is familial

Jack Harkness

Clara Oswald

Armitage Hux

Sherlock Holmes

Thranduil

Aaravos

Sam Winchester

Dean Winchester

Send asks!!

Tags:

@aricka-and-her-fictional-others

@existencialvoidofexistence

@sappy-secrets

@ollies-love-corner

@mouseinthemidnight

@kitten-ships

#selfships #ship: worm on a string and the disco gay #ship: platinum and periwinkle #platonic ship: book worm and bumblebee #platonic ship: like father like daughter #ship: red lipstick and ravens #ship: tweed and twizzlers #platonic ship: deano baneeno and the pixie #ship: power couple of the cuddle squad

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artzychic27 · 3 years

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I have a Teen Titans AU. In it, Nath is Robin, Rose is Starfire, Kim is Beast Boy, Max is Cyborg, and Juleka is Raven. Got any headcanons?

Nathaniel The Boy Wonder

Sidekick to the greatest detective duo ever known... Beetle Woman and Catman

Prior to that, he was raised by a famous artist duo and inherited their skills

During an unveiling for a mural his parents painted, a gangster attacked the event and killed both of his parents

Beetle Woman and Catman investigated the crime, and as their alter egos, billionaires Marinette Dupain-Cheng-Agreste and Adrien Agreste, adopted Nathaniel, brought the mobster to justice, and made him their sidekick

He’s trained in several forms of martial arts, intimidation, acrobatics, and he’s an amazing detective

People call him Illustrator because he uses spray paints in his fights

Wears a hood since his red hair gives him away sometimes. His costume is similar to Robin’s but with a purple, black, and white color scheme

Always spray paints his signature on villains’ clothes whenever he’s done beating them up

There was one villain he could never catch and beats himself up for it every time. His name is Reverser. He’s a powerful sorcerer who can reverse anyone’s personality and bring heroes over to his side

Illustrator doesn’t know how how he does it. One minute, he’s fighting Reverser, the next, he blacks out and wakes up with black and white lipstick all over his face and neck. It’s so weird

And Beetle Woman, Catman, the servants, Tikki and Plagg, are always giggling and whispering whenever he talks about Reverser

One day when the detective duo decided he was old enough, Nathaniel was able to start his own team of heroes to protect a neighboring city

After a run-in with a blonde alien, a short cyborg, a jock who could turn into any animal on earth, and a goth witch, he persuaded them into forming a superhero group called the Teen Titans

Rose The Alien Princess

The alien princess from the distant planet of Fragrencia

Her powers are similar to Starfire’s, only the beams are a bright pink and she can control villains by shooting a pink mist from her hands

She has two siblings- A younger brother named Clover, and an evil older sister named Ivy

Clover was sent away in an escape pod after an attack on Fragrencia. Rose was crushed, but Ivy was thrilled

Ivy sold her into slavery to another alían race in order to bring peace to their war-torn planet. (Really it was just to get rid of her)

She landed on earth after using her superhuman strength to escape from an alien ship

While attempting to remove the handcuffs, she ended up destroying parts of the town and eventually ran into four teenagers whom she would soon fight crime with

The mysterious goth girl wearing the cloak was the one who talked her down and removed her handcuffs... Right before Rose kissed her so she could communicate with her

Rose is the most emotional of the team since her powers are strengthened by her emotions

She has a huge crush on Juleka but is a little intimidated by her to act on her feelings

It isn’t rare to see the two girls meditating together or sleeping in the same room in the same bed

Her favorite of Kim’s animal forms is a kitten and she can never resist his dough eyes

Kim The Animal Morpher

Superhero name: “Teen Beast”

A former member of the Xuppu Squad

He was raised by his geneticist parents and was always traveling the world with them. But he was never really interested in the stuff; he wanted to be a swimmer

One day, while they were exploring a jungle, young Kim was bitten by a rare green monkey and caught a serious illness

To save him, his parents gave him a serum with odd side effects- His skin, hair, and eyes turned different shades of red

After a boating accident his parents died after falling over a waterfall, but thanks to his swim training, he was able to make it out

Later, he sought out a superhero team called the Xuppu Squad and became their youngest member

Feeling alienated due to one of the more harsher members, he left and found himself in a new town

There, he met four other teens and assisted them in liberating an alien Princess

He’s become close friends with Max and often assists him with his projects

The others often tease him about it, but he doesn’t know why

Soon, he fell in love with Chloé Bourgeois, the former princess of Markovia who had the bower to render people immobile

He falls out of love with her after he betrayed him and his team by joining Hawkmoth, and he soon realizes that he has feelings for Max after he risks his own life to save him

His two favorite forms are the monkey and miniature horse. As a monkey, he’s able to pick things up with his feet, and because a horse is Max’s favorite animal

Max The Cyborg

Max Kanté was at the top of his class, had a bright future ahead of him and several academic scholarships... Until the accident

He was on a train that his mother was conducting when there was a crash that kill her and horribly injured him

The injury was so awful that his father replaced 99% of his body with cybernetics to keep him alive. This caused him to be shunned by everyone in his life, so he ran away

One night, he went for a walk out in a hoodie when he ran into a group of teenagers fighting a rather violent alien princess

He teamed up with them to fight the princess’ captors and together, they formed a team to battle villainy

He constructed their base of operations and its systems from a landing ship from the aliens sent to take Rose

He serves as the chief technician and constructs all of their gadgets and vehicles... With some help from a certain muscular boy

He has a... Slight, tiny, barely even noticeable crush on Kim and was heartbroken to find out he liked Chloé.

Max is a little self-conscious about being 99% cyborg, so Kim will often comfort him when he’s having one of “Those days”

After saving Kim’s life when Chloé betrayed them and almost risking his own, the two started dating

Juleka The Half Demon

Daughter of Anarka, Juleka was chosen to be the daughter of the demon known as Jagged, and succeed him with her new brother, Luka

Anarka was soon taken in by the pacifistic disciples of the Temple of Reflekta, a group from another plane of existence who forsaked life on Earth

In their world, Anarka gave birth to Juleka, who, like Jagged and Luka was born with the ends of her hair a different color

Fearing she would bring about evil, a magistrate tried to cast her into limbo, only to be destroyed himself

A spiritual leader named Roaar took Juleka under her wing and taught her how to submerge her emotions to ward off her father and brothers’ influences while perfecting her powers

After her teacher’s death, she had a dream where Jagged died and Luka took his place.

He explained that when she reached the age of sixteen, he would come for her and make her his ally so they could destroy the earth together as brother and sister

(He’s also really overprotective of her and went ballistic when she started fighting villains)

Fearing this, Juleka fled to earth where she ran into three teenagers fighting off a rather cute alien princess

Seeing her reason for rampaging, Juleka was able to remove her handcuffs without any trouble, and nearly died on the spot when she princess kissed her

Despite her insecurities, the other invited her to join their new superhero group

Juleka is terrified her own emotions, worried that if she feels something so strongly, that she’ll end up like her brother

As much as it pains her to do so, she distances herself away from Rose emotionally

Eventually, she’s able to express her love for Rose, just at a more muted level, and the two soon start dating

Her powers include teleportation, flight, astral projection, and she can make clones of herself

#miraculous ladybug #teen titans #miraculous ladybug headcanon #Nathaniel Kurtzberg #Rose Lavillant #lê chiến kim #Max Kanté #Juleka Couffaine #Luka Couffaine #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Adrien Agreste #Teen Titans au #mlb au #Max x Kim #nathaniel x marc #Juleka x Rose

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timetide · 2 years

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Crushing Hunger, Red Dragon ϟ Bobbi & Hikari

TIMING: A few weekends ago LOCATION: The Red Dragon, Finney Docks, White Crest PARTIES: @timetide & @hikarinarisawa SUMMARY: Bobbi and Hikari meet over lunch to share their respective “wares”. It ends well. Super well. CONTAINS: N/A

At the northeast corner of the dining hall, behind a screen divider, two people were laughing—one huge and fat, one much smaller. The waitress left their side and walked over to stand at Bobbi’s table, facing the lonely diner. “Ni hao,” she greeted, “what can I get for you?” There was now an oddly familiar quality to her voice, to that smile. Bobbi didn’t say anything. Instead, she browsed the menu that was given to her. The water in the big koi tank was clear as crystal, and it made the big fat koi that was staring at the huxian very ominous: classic spooky ambience.

“Uhh, I’m actually still waiting on a friend…” explained the customer, and as she looked up to shoot the waitress an apologetic smile, Bobbi knew then why her voice was so familiar: it was the voice of the woman who had attempted to help her a house all those years ago. Must be her grandmother. Their eyes were the same, kind but desperate, as if an entire bloodline cursed by an act that offended another creature of time and anguish. “She’s not here yet, but can I call on you later?”

She smiled at Bobbi then. “Of course!” The waitress gave her a nod before leaving to attend another table. Alone once more, Bobbi started fiddling with the doubloon she brought with her, one of many she managed to salvage from the Jade Wind, running it on the back of her hand, between her fingers. Would the trader fancy the coins of a bygone era? She had promised them their fresh selection of seafood, but it would’ve been strange to bring everything inside the Red Dragon.

Maybe after, they could come back to her ship. That’s where she usually conducted her “business,” anyway. This place was more of an appetizer to set them in a good mood. Bobbi wondered, though: What kind of wares would the trader have? And if she even had anything someone like her, a huxian pirate, would be interested in?

It has been a very long time since Hikari Narisawa went out of her way to make a sale. It hasn’t been so long as to make her forget the preparations she deemed necessary, required of herself, to make before these important deals, however. As always, she would wake up very early, hours before the agreed upon meeting, to take a very long and very relaxing bath, making sure every nook and cranny of her chosen form would be clean and spotless. She would then take her time to ensure that she would look very decent, very appealing, like someone anyone would trust, especially with their money and their wares. Finding herself satisfied, Hikari beamed at her mirror, putting her finishing touches on herself with a near-empty bottle of expensive perfume from so many years ago and a shade of lipstick that an old acquaintance once described as “deadly.”

Prior to actually arriving at the Red Dragon, however, Hikari would first pass by a small cafe on the way, filling her stomach with a light pastry and some caffeine before making sure her teeth and breath were not “damaged” in any way. This, she believed, would ensure that she wouldn’t embarrass herself by becoming ravenous at any encounter involving food. She had never done that, to be fair, but it was to her, much safer than becoming sorry. Or however that phrase goes. Hikari did not have time to waste on such trivial matters.

Soon, she would enter the Red Dragon, parting its doors and immediately looking over for the woman she was supposed to meet, her eyes quick and experienced at the task. Hikari looked every bit of a femme fatale, a sight more appetizing than any offering in the restaurant, in her black business dress that was accented by luminous pearls around her neck and black gloves that reached her elbow, an ensemble that would give Audrey Hepburn a run for her money.

It didn’t take her long, however, to spot her quarry, and in a matter of seconds, she had closed the gap from the door to her table, ignoring the waitress that almost slammed into her. Standing in front of Bobbi Lin, she offered her the best smile she always gave to first-time clients. “Hello! You must be Bobbi Lin. I’m Hikari Narisawa. We talked over the box on the line? Trading wares, seafood?” She waited for her to confirm before taking a seat, eyeing them over with obviously interested eyes, especially when she noticed her aura was very lively in shades of violet, yellow, and surprisingly enough, light blue. Interesting indeed.

As she found herself drowning in so many thoughts, Bobbi had not noticed Hikari’s arrival until she was already standing in front of her, introducing herself. That did not stop the huxian from almost dropping her doubloon, scrambling to catch it with two clumsy hands, her jaw already dropped at the sight of the very attractive and very alluring woman before her. Her eyes wide in amazement, she almost drooled all over the table. Almost. Like the old-timey coin, she was able to catch herself, closing her mouth just in time to prevent any more embarrassment from befalling her. “O-oh, y-yeah, I’m Boobi-”

“I mean, Bobbi!” She stood straight up as she corrected herself, unintentionally hitting herself with the table and grimacing in pain, making enough ruckus to startle the tables around them and a passing waitress. Fucking hell… She almost flipped the table over in annoyance but fortunately caught another sight of Hikari. That was enough to calm the beast’s pained belly. She gestured awkwardly to the seat across from her, at the same table, and still wincing, tried to sit down, though she waited for the other to do so before doing it herself. “It’s, uhh, a pleasure to meet you, Bobbi. I mean, Hikari. Because I’m Bobbi.”

Looking around them, she found the menu and scrambled again to give it to the woman who was technically overdressed but in a good way. It’s not always that Bobbi could lay eyes on someone so beautiful and so attractive, like an Asian Audrey Hepburn, especially not someone who was at the same table as her. Bobbi was pretty in her own right but she could never be this graceful, this serene, this…hot. At least that’s what she believed. “A-are you hungry? Famished? Order anything you like. It’s on me. People know me here. I have a tab.” That last part was probably not something one should say while trying to impress someone else, but it is what it is. Fuck.

Boobi? Hikari couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at that, momentarily turning to her dress to make sure she wasn’t exposing any unnecessary skin. It wouldn’t be a big deal to the kitsune—after all, aren’t they all just skin and bones?—but she had learned the hard way over the years that mortal civility required a more traditional and less evocative formality of decencies. The way the woman’s aura was appearing to her, it wouldn’t be too farfetched to believe that she felt the same way. That or she just enjoys the sight of bare flesh.

With a smirk, Hikari gracefully took the seat that was clumsily offered to her, taking no more than the necessary turn of the hips to do so. She was no stranger to such reactions, as people often tend to be surprised when they find out the trader they had been talking to on the box looked like her. As if the people on the line never looked like her. As if the people on the line always looked one way and never another. It was an odd mindset, but she thought little of it. Mortals had their own peculiarities, and they didn’t live long enough to bother her as much.

“The pleasure is all mine…Bobbi.” Hikari sweetly greeted the woman before her, as she usually does during these things, but her curiosity could not be contained. “Are you all right? What was that you were holding in your hands? That didn’t look quite like any other coin to me. A foreign currency perhaps?” She watched her as she fumbled her way to the menu, unexpectedly finding a warm sort of delight in the fisherwoman’s antics. With a nod, she accepted the menu and began to browse it, hoping to find something familiar, something she had long craved. “What would you recommend? Do they have gyoza and sake?”

“Pleasure, yes…” Bobbi grinned like a complete idiot, terribly smitten by the very attractive young woman. She even did the thing where she tucked a stray strand of her own hair in the back of her ear while giggling to herself. Not unlike a high schooler in the presence of her crush who was most likely in college. Not that Hikari looked older than Bobbi. Far from it. It was just between the two of them, Hikari looked more mature, like the kind of “mature” that had their life together, especially with that ensemble, while Bobbi looked like she had dropped out of school but it wasn’t anyone’s choice. “I would like to be pleasured…” FUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!

Bobbi took a moment to scream in her head. Of all the stupid shit she could say, she was running through John’s terrible pick-up lines. Maybe it was time to stop spending too much time with him and the boys. She had other friends, right? Why didn’t she spend more time with them? Why was she even spending more time with the male descendants of her pirate crew? Then it dawned on her. She could never abandon them. They were where they ended up because of her. She had captained them to their doom, becoming landlocked and domesticated. It was the least she could do, stomach the pain of puns and bad lines, to make up for their respective bloodlines’ loyalty.

Thinking quickly, she immediately went for the more important topic, ignoring what she had said herself, as if it never happened. “Oh, you mean this?” Bobbi showed her the doubloon, one of many. Back at her houseboat, she had an entire chest of them. Another in their fishing boat. The rest scattered with the boys, who had kept them without even trying to cash them in. If that was even possible. “It’s, uhh, a coin from the golden age of piracy. I have a lot of them. I’m a coin collector. Thought you might be interested in your, uhm, field.” So far, so good.

“Oh, I’m sure they do!” Bobbi looked around for a waitress, and it didn’t take her long to spot one. Their eyes immediately met and the same woman from before approached their table. “You guys have gyoza and sake, right? We’d like your best selection.” Bobbi grinned back at the waitress who took one look at Hikari and then back at Bobbi and smiled very widely. “Oh, of course! Only the best for our best customer.” She even gave Bobbi a knowing wink. “Anything else, lovely ladies?”

“Oh, don’t you worry about that.” Hikari gave her a wink and a playful smirk from behind the menu, amused at the fisher’s healthy appreciation of the human body, both of theirs apparently. She took one long look at Bobbi, trying to do some appreciation of her own, the ebony black of her almond-shaped eyes glimmering in what they could see, clearly a fan of the other girl as well. Hikari did not dwell on such complexities like sexuality or preference. If the opportunity comes, and it feels right for her, she will as well. “I’m sure we’ll have plenty of time for that later.”

The doubloon, however, immediately hooked her, like a fish destined only to become Bobbi’s catch. Hikari’s lips transformed from a smirk to the shape of a small letter O, at awe in the presence of such a storied artifact. Although she was not as much of a collector as Bobbi, Hikari knew what doubloons were, and at one point in time, had a few in her possession. Nothing that could be amassed for wealth, however. The exact amount was below ten. Was it three? Four? She had traded them decades ago for another item, though that, she could no longer remember. “Do you have more of those doubloons? Color me very interested, Miss Lin. Very interested, indeed.”

“Nothing else for me.” Hikari offered the waitress a smile of her own before she could leave them alone, unaware of what that wide smile held beyond a kindness to her customers. It was simply a brief interaction, however, as the kitsune could not take her eyes off Bobbi, mostly her doubloons. “I trust the quality of my friend’s…taste.” She teased, her smirk becoming more than playful, almost insinuating something beyond that. After all, because Bobbi seemed very appreciative of her physical form, she could not disagree.

As the waitress left, without Hikari even paying her any more attention, the traveling saleswoman zeroed in on her mark, leaning forward, with her arms on the table to support her and that coy but seductive facial expression glued towards the maiden of the seas. “So, Bobbi Lin… Why don’t you tell me about yourself while we wait for our meal? I’m sure I’m more interested in you than you are of my wares.” Bobbi hadn’t even mentioned Hikari’s products, what they are, how much they’re worth, which made her realize that she had already won her over. Without even making much effort. Not as much as she usually does.

If Bobbi wasn’t blushing before, her cheeks were damn well on fire now, thanks to Hikari’s very amusing and very flattering retort. Baozhai would have appreciated the flirty banter between them, even asking her on the spot to return to her private quarters without even a single moment of hesitation. But those days were long gone, mostly, and Bobbi was now without a ship. She still had her fishing boat and her houseboat, but the loss of the Jade Wind had humbled her somewhat, and the tragic curse of being bound closer to the land, unable to truly sail through the seas again without a care in the world, has changed her in more ways than one.

“Oh, yeah, I have more of them, but they’re in my houseboat.” She nodded at her, eyes wide and glued to the beautiful woman before her. “I live on a boat.” The explanation was quick and unnecessary, but the words managed to flee her brain and then her lips before she could even think of reining them back in. “If you want, we can go back to my place and I can show you all the interesting things I have.” If Bobbi could take a step back and watch herself speak these words, she would have given herself a high-five. It would have seemed to her like a proper day of fishing, hurling her bait gracefully into the ocean, and managing to lure and capture the biggest, fattest, tastiest fish this side of the Atlantic.

Unaware of all that and more, however, Bobbi offered the waitress a shy smile before she left, knowing that her return would probably make them remember this encounter without much ado. Hikari calling her just a friend was a little bit of a letdown for the huxian, but to be fair, it was just their first encounter. They had to start somewhere. Shaking that off of her mind, she was then caught surprised when Hikari asked her to introduce herself, which she really shouldn’t have. After all, as had been stated, this was their first encounter, so introductions were necessary. But where could she even start?

“Oh, uhm, thanks?” Her cheeks felt hotter at that revelation, and it took her a while to remember it might be insulting to Hikari if she didn’t seem like she was taking this business lunch meeting or whatever seriously, so she feigned a cough and tried her best to act more professional. “I’m very interested in your wares, but it’s a little hard to concentrate when you just look so gosh darn beautiful!” Yeah, she could have gone with something worse. Unfortunately, today was not the day Bobbi would show great self-awareness. “I mean, you already know my name, so… I work at the docks, I fish, and I’ve collected some really weird stuff over the years. What about you?”

Hikari tilted her head to one side, her interest piqued by Bobbi’s revelation that she lived on a boat. Truth be told, it wasn’t her first time making the acquaintance of someone who lived on a boat, as Hikari has done her fair share of traveling all over the world, from Asia to Europe and now the Americas, but it always impressed her, how some people never conformed to the status quo of living in a box, all four walls on land. “Oh, you do? Well, I can’t say I wouldn’t be delighted to be taken back to your place, Bobbi. To see all the interesting things you have and more.”

Assuming the position, the stance, the mannerisms of a romantic in love, Hikari listened intently to Bobbi’s introduction. Well, attempt at one at least. It seemed the fisher had still managed to sneak in an additional flattery, unconsciously well-versed in the art of flirting. More than that, however, the other woman seemed to be very practical as well, opting to speak plainly rather than be overbearing with her sweet nectar of words. “What about me? I’m just a traveling saleswoman. I currently live in the Outskirts and I trade in artifacts and antiquities. Have you ever been to the Museum of Monstrosities? Most of their wares on display were from me.”

There was pride in Hikari’s words, as if she viewed the achievement as great. In times of old perhaps she wouldn’t have felt the same: The things she traded, artifacts, antiquities, weapons and items of grand history, were meant to be used, to be enjoyed, not put on display like some untouchable, useless remnant of a bygone era. These days, however, she felt safer for them to be behind glass. Modern men wouldn’t know what to do with them anyway.

When the food came, Hikari offered the waitress the sweetest smile she could and the same for Bobbi. She tried to enjoy the fare quietly, savoring the taste of home as best as she could, perhaps even more so, while forcing her brain to never forget this place. In time, when she misses home, she would return here, with or without Bobbi. Hikari did try her best to answer any further questions Bobbi might have, indulging the small talk with appropriate questions, all the while the kitsune could not focus elsewhere but with the doubloons she could trade for.

“Oh.” Bobbi continued to find her cheeks burning red, especially with Hikari indulging and enabling her awkward advances. She definitely felt the same way, the huxian grinned at that realization. If she didn’t, she would just tell her, wouldn’t she? Regardless, she didn’t want to force anything between them, even if she felt like it would be quite the turn of events, so Bobbi tried her best to calm down and compose herself…to little and perhaps even to no avail. “Well, I would be very delighted to take you back to my place and show you all that and more.”

“It’s not that big, though, so I wouldn’t want you to expect anything grand. My place is just, uhh, normal-sized? It’s decent enough, big enough for me, and sometimes for other people. We do have, uhm, parties there every once in a while. Not big parties. Just parties for, like, a maximum of ten people. Just drinking and eating. That kind of party.” Bobbi almost sounded apologetic but never ashamed. Her houseboat was her home, and she would never be ashamed of it. It had seen her ups and downs in this town, and Bobbi had made great memories on it. She just didn’t want Hikari to romanticize it too much. That never really ends well.

“Oh, uhh, I don’t think I’ve ever visited that place, but I will now. That’s in the Outskirts, right? I mean, you live there, so I guess it’s close by?” Bobbi stared at Hikari intently, as if very determined to know more about her, as much as she can, not unlike a suitor trying their best to absorb every information they could about the fair maiden they wanted to make happy for all of their lives. That was her line of thinking, too, and if she could just see her now, outside of this interaction, she would definitely, as John and the boys would put it, “die of cringe.”

Bobbi didn’t really notice the waitress until the plates clanged against the table. She was mildly surprised, caught off guard by the intrusion, but offered the familiar face her best smile still. Throughout, the huxian offered Hikari the best of the selection, even going as far as prioritizing her over her own stomach, surrendering to the lovely lady her favorite pieces to eat. She didn’t ask a lot of heavy questions, only inconsequential ones and mostly about the food and what else she wanted to eat or drink. As their meal came to a close, Bobbi couldn’t help but smile, obviously enjoying their time together. “That was great… The food was great, right? We should do this again sometime. You’re great.”

Hikari smiled sweetly at Bobbi, not relenting on their teasing game. Once you get her going, it becomes really hard to stop her. “It’s alright. It’s not the size that matters but how you use it, right? I’m certain…your houseboat is very much up to the task.” Hikari wasn’t much of a party person but she does enjoy dressing up and having cocktails. For one reason or another, she thought Bobbi meant the same. After all, she has partied on some houseboats before, though most of the time, they were actually yachts. “That sounds fun! Perhaps I can join you in one of your parties?”

“No, it’s actually downtown.” Hikari softly shook her head in disagreement, though she still wore her smile, amused at Bobbi’s train of thought. She wasn’t wrong: It would’ve been much easier if she lived close by the Museum, but she wasn’t working there on a daily basis and the apartments closer to the Museum had no room for her. Only Grant’s residence was posted on the line. It was the only option she had. “I would love to bring you there one of these days, to show off some of my wares? If you’re interested, I mean? You are interested, right?”

Hikari cleaned herself off neatly with the table napkins, even though she had really nothing to clean herself off of. She had not been messy with her eating methods, gracefully taking only small bites and making sure not a single drop of grease could grace her immaculate face. Carefully pushing the plates and utensils away to make room for her elbows, she leaned forward, eager to continue teasing the other woman. “Oh, is that right? Well, I thought you were the best part of this meal. Perhaps we should now go back to your place and…continue our…business there?” She gave her a wink for no other reason than furthering her seduction. Like flame to a moth. “I would love to see your doubloons for myself.”

Bobbi let out a chuckle before she could stop herself, finding Hikari’s choice of words very hilarious. She had, after all, spent the last few decades with John and the boys, making her very good at spotting innuendos most of the time. She had heard them use that same logic, the first part anyway, countless of times as well. What she hasn’t heard yet was someone as beautiful and exquisite as Hikari try to invite herself to one of their lame parties. “You want to join one of our parties? I mean, sure, I’d love to have you with us, but it’s really just grilling fish and drinking on my boat on a Friday night, so I hope you don’t get disappointed as much?”

“Downtown?” Bobbi raised an eyebrow at the correction. At the very least, it’s much closer to her comfort level than the Outskirts. They did have a few deliveries downtown as well, more than they did in what Bobbi believed to be the more dangerous Outskirts. She almost heaved a sigh of relief but Hikari surprised her yet again with the prospect of spending that time together. “I would love that, too. I am interested. So very interested.”

Bobbi was trying to wet her whistle with her unfinished glass of water when she heard Hikari compliment her in turn, almost spitting it out, choking on that water. Coughing it out, she managed to regain her composure, and as she addressed the traveling saleswoman again, she also looked around for a waitress to signal their bill at the same time. “Sure! Let’s do that. Let me just get the check, so I can show you my doubloons!

When a waitress, not the same one, caught her attention and locked eyes with her, Bobbi received a nod before the new waitress disappeared into the counter. When she returned, she had with her their bill, which Bobbi quickly read and then immediately paid with cash. Yes, she carries cash around with her. It’s not a bad thing, is it? She turned to Hikari with an awkward smile after paying for their meal in the exact amount, no change necessary. “You’re really into doubloons, aren’t you?” She then got back up to her feet and tried to help Hikari before leading her out of the Red Dragon.

“Oh…” Hikari’s complete and utter disappointment breached her friendly and seductive demeanor. Although she enjoyed grilling fish and drinking, she usually enjoyed that with just herself, especially not on a boat. Inhaling deeply, she wondered if it would be more enjoyable this time, however, especially with Bobbi around. Still, the idea of having to brush elbows with so many people without the fancy accouterments that she has been used to for the last decade did not inspire much hope in her. That was a far cry from her past life, but the past is the past anyway. “No cocktails then?”

Hikari did find a new reason to smile: the prospect of returning to the Museum of Monstrosities with someone else. For far too long, she had made those trips on her own, all alone, but with Bobbi by her side, she felt that the change would be quite interesting. She could definitely see them as a power couple, though the fisher had a certain…flair that might be ill-suited for her kind of present crowd. It wasn’t something that couldn’t be erased, however.

Watching Bobbi almost choke on her water made Hikari chuckle. It had been a while since she had that effect on someone that wasn’t old or desperate. Bobbi was attractive enough. She didn’t need to be to act like this, which meant that this wasn’t an act. This was actually her. Watching her get the check and paying with a lot of cash and some change impressed the kitsune and at the same time made her feel somewhat amused. She wasn’t the only one then that didn’t trust the banks and their cards. Not that she had a chance since Hikari could not understand the process of acquiring one.

Gracefully following behind Bobbi, Hikari made sure to respond as close to the other woman’s ears as she could, making the effort to tease her some more with the warmth of her breath, fresh from the mint she had popped as she got out of her seat. “It helps that they’re with someone so…amusing.”

“I mean…” Bobbi sucked through her teeth as she tried to think it through. It wouldn’t be that bad, would it? To go with cocktails instead of beer? The boys could do with more culture in their diet anyway, and if they’d try to start some sort of mutiny, they could just do it themselves, her and Hikari. That would be very nice, yeah. “...wouldn’t hurt to add some cocktails, am I right? We’d probably need your help picking out those stuff, though. Haven’t had them myself for a while now and the boys, my friends? I don’t think they’d know much about cocktails.”

Bobbi instinctively jerked forward when she felt Hikari’s breath on her ears, more out of surprise than fear. She even smiled when she realized what was going on, what the traveling saleswoman had done, feeling quite flattered at being so close to her. “Thanks? Glad you love my sense of humor. Hopefully you’ll never get tired of it because I’m going to drown you in it.” She chuckled, her eyes sparkling with glee, not even realizing what she said might be taken in a different context. Bobbi stood aside as she opened the front door for Hikari with a smile, and as the latter exited through the same, she couldn’t help but admire the rest of her. Gods, I love this town.

#wickedswriting #para #hikarinarisawa #Hikari Narisawa #Crushing Hunger Red Dragon

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skyland2703 · 3 years

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20 and 63 from the mashup list!!

(...possibly bbrae if you want because thats what i'm dying to see in Titans Academy, but i give you freedom of whichever ship you choose <3)

Sooooo BBRae you say.... *wink* (two of my fave tropes EVER!)

20: Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple AND 63: Teacher AU TWO OF MY FAVORITE TROPES EVER!!

I hope you like it!!!

I take wayyy too fucking long to write sooo im sorry about the delay on the prompts my friendos!!!

AO3!

Everyone knew it. It was no secret. Even if it was, it wasn’t at all, a well kept one. And the best part was, everybody was talking about it.

And it was NOT a good thing for two particular professors at the Titans Academy. Every time they were together, be it standing together, or sitting together or even when they had a joint class together. Whispers, whispers, whispers. Someone had even drawn a heart with a marker on their photograph that had somehow appeared next to each other in every single Academy yearbook that had been distributed! Of course, Nightwing planned to “go to the bottom of the mystery” being the master detective he was, but for reals, everyone knew he was the one of the two people who might have done it. The other being Victor Stone a la Cyborg.

Raven didn’t find it hard to block out the whispers and the voices. She was an empath, and would hear people’s emotions and thoughts quite regularly, and blocking them out was a sort of regular thing for her. Whispers were also easy to drown, especially when they didn’t carry any weight as such.

Beast Boy on the other hand, Raven often noticed, got unnerved when faced with things like this. He was a nice, high spirited, cheerful goofball, who didn’t really fare well at hiding emotions. If he was frustrated, flustered, annoyed, angry, or rather anything except happy, it’d show quite easily on his face. It was one of the things Raven loved the most about him, he was perfectly transparent, not like other guys who liked to keep their emotions bottled up, and not in a way like Raven’s where her emotions overloading might end up in her demonic powers getting out of control, but rather, a case of being “Wayy too cool to have emotions or be nice”.

Raven had a strong dislike for boys like that, boys who faked how they felt, and were actually really manipulative and shrewd. Beast boy was definitely not one of them. And that was one of the many reasons why she didn’t mind the whispers. If people around the academy were shipping her with someone, she was glad it was Beast boy.

She had just started grading the term papers in the teacher’s lounge, when she suddenly realised there was a question in the paper about adaptibility to adverse conditions, a question that she, Raven Roth did not put in her section of the paper. And honestly didn’t know the answer of either. Starfire had wanted the questionnaires to be set by the entire staff together, or if that was not possible with a lot of bickering, then with all the professors sending their respective questions to her, the headmistress, who could compile it into a perfect question paper that would set a challenging questionnaire for the heroes in the making.

And the teachers were allotted a group of students whose papers they had to check, whether they knew the questions or not. “You can use the help of the friends and the other teachers of the school to help you with the questions that you do not the know” she had said sweetly, “it will only make the bonds of your accord and companionship grow the stronger”

Nobody had a heart to refuse.

The first six questions were easy, and two were not from Raven’s subject of Enchantment and Charms, but simple stuff, that Raven could mark with ease, but question no. 7 was something else entirely.

“Beast boy will know the answer to this” raven muttered and got up, taking a sample paper from her desk, and dashing out of the door, knowing she’ll be back in a few minutes with some in depth knowledge of the subject.

On the way, she scanned the paper for more questions to ask Beast boy, while she was at it, so she wouldn’t have to run again and again. In the paper of forty questions, she found 8 she couldn’t do without his help.

He was standing in a classroom drawing some stuff about some animal characteristics on the white board, when Raven arrived.

“Hey” She said, standing in the doorway, beckoning him.

“Hey!!” he replied back cheerfully, and the entire class, which had been listening attentively, suddenly burst into hushed whispers.

“Beast boy I need some help” she said, blushing a bit, feeling some of the whispers reach her...

“Oh!” He blushed just as she did, it was a reflex action that happened any time she said anything to him. He scratched the back of his neck, “um mama— I mean raven, I’m a bit busy, but what happened??” No matter how busy he was, he would always make time for her.

“Umm class, try seeing the patterns in the leopard, and how they take care of their young ones, and I’ll be back in ten” he said, in his most serious voice, but the entire class burst into excited whispers again.

“Hey Rae!” He said, still blushing, still flustered, as he came out into the corridor to face her.

“I wanted to ask you some stuff” she said, handing him the paper, “first off, question seve—” before she could complete her sentence, Gar interrupted her.

“Hey, umm Rae can I ask you something?” He said, a little hesitantly, and Raven stopped short, “Sure Gar, what happened?”

“Actually… I… uh. The way you, the way you pulled me out of the classroom… won’t help with the… the whispers…” he said, a little flushed.

Raven understood. Beast Boy was again having trouble with dealing with what people said behind his back, and students, in general, can be quite mean.

“Oh” was all she said, and Waited for him to continue, but he didn’t.

“Gar?” She asked, gently, once again, placing a hand on his shoulder, “why do you worry so much about what people say about you and me?”

He gulped, “it’s not like… it bothers me…. It’s more like…” he struggled to find the right words.

Raven didn’t need to use her empathic powers to know what he wanted to say, because deep down, in a place where she rarely let her emotions wander, she felt the exact same way.

“It’s more like you *want* them to be true.”

Garfield Logan looked at her for a long, LONG minute, trying to understand what she had just told him, and it took him a hot second, but his blush went up about a thousand times, as he realised.

“Are you… saying… that… you also… want… those whispers to be… real?” He stuttered nervously, and Raven smirked. Just like she had imagined it in her head countless times.

What was that other thing she had imagined?

Oh yes.

“The whispers… I think it’s time enough that we give the smoke a flame to brag about” she said, pulling him by his collar, closer, and softly planting a kiss on his lips. Her lips softly brushed against his, preciously, delicately, like the tiny, fluttering wings of a butterfly, just long enough that he could inhale her breath, feel the warmth of her skin, let his heart skip a few beats, before it was over, way too soon, and left a taste of her lipstick lingering on his lips.

“I’ll ask you about the term papers later” she winked playfully, spun around on her heel, and left, leaving a stunned, more red than he was green, Beast Boy who was basically at this point stranded on cloud nine, with no bounds of his joy.

Of course, this would NOT help the situation with the rumours and the whispers, and the fact that everybody knew that this was bound to happen at some point in time or another.

Beast Boy was jerked back into the present by the sound of a window pane breaking as the the entire class practically attempted to stay inside, while at the same time get as much of a view at the professors, to gawk at their conversation in the hallway through the glass windows of the classroom.

#Beast Boy #Raven #Rachel Roth #Garfield Logan #Gar Logan #Teen Titans #new teen titans #Raven Roth #Raven DC #raven teen titans #teen titans #Beast Boy Teen Titans #beast boy #i still suck at tagging #beast boy loves raven #teen titains go #titans #DC Titans

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A Ghost Ship and Cards (O.C. Bravo D. Rocks)

The Captain cringed as they ripped through her raven locks. An eye closing as she pulled away from the hot combs that grazed past her face. Six pairs of hands worked rapidly to the specifications of the captain preparing her for the grand entrance. If she had learned anything upon the seas it was to make her first impression loud and unforgettable. Bravo D. Rocks was willing to play an entire life's bet on one moment.

Hours later she knelt in front of a mirror as her hair was pulled up and pinned into place with golden hair pins now silky straight. Carefully, the woman leaned forward to pick the cherry rose lipstick pallet from the floor carefully lining her lips the same as they had done her eyes now shadowed in deep reds. Red hues glared from under those long black lashes and bravo could not help but smile anticipating her moment of glory.

She wasn't so much focused on creating a name as she was the reaction given when the old ship pulled into the port. She burst into laughter at the thought of fear upon their faces. The women around her worked rapidly to lay layers of silk pinning them into place carefully before repeating with the fifth layer of kimono. It was to signify her status as self designated royalty and a style she felt complimented her personality.

When they finished the door swung open and a small girl rushed in with spoken riddles bringing a growl from Xebec. Rouge hues shifted to meet the other in scolding before the words left her lips.

"Captain, The invitation was located and we are in route to the pirate festival. I do caution you in bringing THIS ship into port. There will be many who despise these sails and jolly roger and they may take their vengeance out on you alone. I worry for a twenty year old ship that was set..."

Before the woman could finish Bravo had hurled a brush at her popping her in the forehead before the fool could finish her statement.

.ೃ࿐"Don't you ever doubt my fathers ship! FUCK THEM AND THEIR OPINION'S and so long as you are in my presence don't you ever, ever, doubt my capabilities so long as you call me your Captain. No need to threaten me with a good time either, you already stuck gold!".ೃ࿐

Bravo explained as the woman rubbed her now bruised forehead in silence. The sweet smile to follow such a soft spoken voice fell back into place as bravo resumed her preparations. Though the words were spoken she held no offense because what they were going to do was going to bring a lot of attention. Her end game was to try and shake the world and capture all the shiny treasures that fell out. In order to advance and become notorious she would have to give up their best advantage.

.ೃ࿐"I intend to find Roger, I have some grievances to address so we simply must go. Don't you understand? There is no better way to make our presence known than to appear at a festival uninvited!".ೃ࿐

Bowing the other approached in silence to simply hand her the invitation to the festival quickly scurrying away much to the Captains delight. She preferred it this way. Fear and worry could move even the meekest of men and women. She desired to see the raw power promised to her by the crew in every waking day. They had sworn to avenge the name that had suddenly fallen to the grievances of others. Such a petty thing!

They were pirates and the world was ran by the cruel hand dealt by the sea. Whoever assumed that their adventures would be fair was a fool deserving of death by her hand. Bravo didn't really care of the things of the past and had no intentions of ruling anything at all. She just wanted to swim in the glory but wasn't concerned enough to chase the last island. Instead she would address what was before her and the fact they didn't know she existed was even more nerve racking and infuriating. Her father had not claimed her in any sense probably for her protection.

As nightfall fell, the Captain made her way down the old halls listening to the creaking of wood under her feet. Her laughter echoing out as layers of pinks, purples, and reds trailed behind her. The sandals she wore she was careful not to make a sound with as she stepped her hips swaying with each carefully placed step. Through etiquettes, Bravo was taught to move in grace as if floating. Her heart pounded as they inched closer to their destination. She knew this could go one of two ways and even if things did get a bit rough she'd surprise them by showing them that a feared ghost ship could also fly and fight with a vengeance. She had secrets to revel and was determined to keep the name alive if only for her own purpose. When the doors pulled open she glided past with stoic features. The image of the festival and ships reflected from her red pupils and Bravo found herself holding her breath.

The lights reflected into the heavens in invitation and the celebration could be heard even from far out. It was then suggested that they take a moment to gather their nerves with drinks before going ashore. Bravo could not help but nod in agreement her vices sounding rather lovely at the moment, for even she was nervous in the least. Bravo calmly waited for a red pillow to be placed on deck and let out a nervous sigh before quickly clamping her mouth shut to withhold any stupid comments.

Kneeling slowly she let out a much needed breath reaching out with freshly manicured hands to grip the sake bowl. Moments later she set casually an elegant bared leg propped in front of her as she lifted the bowl bringing it back only to lick her lips in approval.

.ೃ࿐"Hic!....pause.......Hic!".ೃ࿐

The woman chirped quickly covering her mouth with a blush quickly glancing about to see if any would call her on being drunk. It was then her second in command lifted the red top layer of silk to tie in place over her Kimono signifying her status. Bravo had never been big on hats instead she often decorated herself in gold and jewels and at times often wore a crown.

This was her revenge to be had and she intended to lay out any who stood in her path with grace and precision. Alcohol actually amplified her capabilities and she was known for being fully capable when under the influence. A drunken sage if you will, when tested with the kiss of alcohol. Her family set about her on deck and enjoyed their drinks in in celebration of her order to raise their revised Jolly roger.

The new black sails danced in the night breeze as the original white rocks sails dangled behind them blowing gracefully in the wind. The only one to be tied into place was the darkened red sail of her late father.

The ghost ship like appearance had much to her amusement spooked most in whom she encountered. The colors of the wood were also darkened for elegance and appearance. The ship by her design was renamed the Grim Reaper only because the girl at the time could not come up with nothing better her crew had actually agreed to.

She understood the wind so well and was the first to hang some of her newest sails sideways to assist in speed and navigation. The idea was spawned when she under drunken influence was seeking ways to speed up their approach. The Black Widow Pirates were unheard of and much like her design was often purposely confused for her fathers sails.

When the moment came and she knew they were within range she then gave the order for the cannons to be exposed and all armory to be on standby. She hoped she wouldn't need them but was certain of one thing and that was that pirate responses were often unpredictable.

.ೃ࿐"Don't worry, This ship was salvaged and built strong I assure you she still has a bit of fight in her. She is supposed to appear as if she sails in the land of the dead let's bring a chill to the festival. Its a wonderful effect and to be even more bold. Pull down the top sail and drop my father's sail in front of mine to prove my resolve.".ೃ࿐

As the order was given silence echoed out and the drunk princess turned quickly pulling her fan from her sash. Before her hand lifted to expand it her crew had disappeared to do exactly as she ordered. The whispers amused her so she gave no cares lifting her bowl to her lips to sip happily.

"She must have a death wish! She is certain to get us all killed."

Bravo spat her drink out onto the wooden planks whirling about in a hiss to address the subject at hand.

.ೃ࿐"If you are so cowardly as to doubt my plans then you are free to leap into the sea before I rise.".ೃ࿐

She said every word her voice smoothing out the serious tone decorating each word in promise. She gave no other comments as they dropped the sail satisficed in their resolve. Had she been her father the deck would probably be lined with the dead though none of the original Rocks pirates would have doubted. If anything they would have complained that the ship was not approaching fast enough.

This was about the treasures of the world and the thrill of installing a ghostly memory into the minds of others. Until now they were able to sail freely because none who survived were taken seriously in their claim of being attacked by the Rocks Pirates. It was the perfect cloak much like hiding in plain sight. Bravo cast no cares only because she had already seen the face of the world in her own transformation. Her will was built strong if only to protect her heart. A caged and locked away thing hidden behind greed and revenge.

She took her temper out on the world and her sails supposedly did not exist. Bravo would sink marine ships on sight to ensure none carried back a message of their true identity. She at the time needed the time to build and grow, to hone in on her haki and center the abilities of her fruit, Kūki kūki no Mi. The fan in her hand she used to direct attacks and control the element with ease compensating for range.

Bravo rose to her feet when the shore came close enough to view the Captain noting many of the sails she had seen in childhood. Sharp eyes glared out as the jolly roger she sought was not present. Softly cursing the Captain let out a disappointed sigh turning to face her crew shaking her head to tell them that Roger was not present upon the island.

Casting a quick shrug, the woman whirled back lifting the fan her thumb and index spreading the decorated fan out with a pop. The red ribbons dangling behind it danced in the breeze she kept circling them to slow their approach to almost a creep. Bravo sucked in a breath to take advantage of the mist that lingered over the seashore.

Slowly she lifted another arm to pull back her sleeve keeping her stoic posture black strands dancing about her as she prepared herself.

Bravo gave a long strike through the air drawing the mist on the wings of air to give them a bit of cover should she need to react quickly. As they sailed closer she quickly closed her fan tucking it within her sleeve alongside her other hand to patiently await their arrival.

She would watch their response to size up any and all opposition without a display of power. She believed that moving in silence was key in order to draw assumptions. She ordered her crew not to breath a word to add to the eerie approach. The creaking of the was ship able to be heard as they slowly pulled into port. The Fog slowly settled on board the ship and moved with them as they approached dispersing across the ground once they anchored.

#BravoDRocks #tagging from: one-piece-musings #one-piece-musings #one piece rp #originalcharacter #here goes nothing and now when I am supposed to do replies find myself creating entirely new muses thank god for multi muse #@chronicparagon #pinnedbybones

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belilesamuels · 3 years

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Belile sits at her desk, staring at the bottle before it. A nice bottle of whiskey, as Beth had promised. She looked at it, watching the golden-brown liquid gently swirl back and forth within it’s container. The last couple of weeks had been a whirlwind for the businesswoman, and for once she was able to catch herself. The company had been sold, and now all of that busy work was lifted. No more visits to the harbor. No more firing sleezy captains who thought they could pull the wool over her eyes. No more arguments with vendors who were trying to lower their costs. Samuels Shipping Company was now absorbed into the Rose and Raven Company. The paperwork would get lighter, easier to handle. As the thoughts flowed through her head, a smile formed on the woman’s lips. Maybe now she can have some free time. Get back into reading the dusty tomes that enveloped her library at home. Get back into the forbidden words and secret magic they held within. The lid was opened, a glass of the liquid was poured, and a sip of the drink was taken, red lipstick left on the rim of the glass.

Oh, what a time to be alive.

( @bethannyleeder for the mention )

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dhufearchived · 3 years

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miscellaneous mun facts.

relationship status: i’m dating ally apparently favorite color: lets say red lipstick or chapstick: lipstick. thats why im sad abt the mask thing 99% of my semi-pretty privilege was bc of the red lipstick last song i listened to: burning pile, mother mother last movie i watched: midsommar w the two other dum-dums in the throuple top three tv shows: sense8, the handmaid's tale, euphoria top three ships: do u want official ships or just random rp ships living in my head rent free? 'cause i got both. i was way too into dean & castiel (supernatural) at some point, don't judge. right now my head's full of kaz & inej (six of crows). and i’m always a simp for adam & ronan (the raven cycle). rp wise i'm never not thinking about ishtar/caranthir & ishtar/rosie~jj books i’m currently reading: i just finished six of crows, i read it in a day, and im ready to start crooked kingdom

tagged by: @childactress, sending you a kiss tagging: see it, steal it, tag me <3

#OUT OF CHAOS .#i know i dont watch or read anything abt cowboys im a fake fan

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adramaticbeauty · 4 years

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Fairies and Dragonflies- Part 6 Unsettling Past

Gray couldn't get the words out of his head. The words that Juvia uttered so sweetly, but stabbed him slowly in his heart. When was the last time he actually heard something so harsh? He was Gray Fullbuster, rich enough to buy what ever he desired. So why did it matter what that minx thought? It was honestly insulting that she even thought she could reject him like that. Not the way she did it, honestly it was disrespectful to his reputation as the woman handler of the Dragonflies. There were plenty of women way more beautiful and even more alluring than Juvia, so he shouldn't even have wasted his time. If he truly thought this though, why exactly was he sitting at a fancy restaurant with a lady, thinking so much about her? The red haired woman dangling her fork lazily over her food, and red lipstick delicately applied to her plump lips was sitting across from him.

"Ummm, Mr.Fullbuster are you ok?" She blinked in concern. Gray immediately snapped back into reality and quickly put on his dazzling smile he always used to make women's hearts melt in an instant. She smiled bashfully as you could see the subtle blush on her face, the red curls covering her face starting to match her cheeks.

"I'm just so dazed by your beauty that I couldn't think straight, Alison." Gray slipped out.

The furious blush on her face proved exactly what he always thought. Girls were so easy to understand, and all of them thought the same. That's why he could get whatever girl he wanted with a snap of his fingers.

"Oh, Mr.Fullbuster please... you're making me blush." She purred as she carefully touched his hand on the table, and Gray felt her slowly wrap her leg around his under the table.

If this was any other day, Gray would already be feeling excited but sadly the excitement never came. Even as they made it into his apartment, stumbling from all the drinks and tripping over things he just didn't feel anything. Like he was back to his regular routine.

He laid in bed, with the woman sleeping soundly beside him. He couldn't help but feel unhappy, or should he say unsatisfied with his life. Was that all their was too it? Just spending the night with different women he didn't even bother to get to know and making his music? Was there even anything else besides that, ever since he lost his mother and father? And Ur...The only thing he worried about at first was making it big so he could survive and keep living. But was this truly all to living, when his heart craved something more? He didn't know what, but he knew by now listening to his heart was asking for trouble. Or pain and he couldn't deal with any more of that, not again.

As he closed his eyes, he felt all these conflicting emotions in his heart beginning to fade along with his thoughts. He always felt most at peace when his mind was at rest. Free from the drama and free from the life of Gray Fullbuster. And he didn't think he would ever be able to be just Gray around anyone. Until he dreamt of her, and it was ironic considering he dreamt of another woman while he was lying in the bed with another.

But it felt so real, like he could just reach out and touch the silky blue hair, so blue like the ocean, he was convinced he would drown in it. And then the atmosphere suddenly turned ice cold, making him suddenly feel unsettled. Everywhere he turned he was met with the familiar sight of snowflakes falling from the darkened sky. The cool whiteness covering his sight from any other background. All of a sudden he was met with a warm pair of black coal eyes that stared right into his soul, and into his heart. Ur, it must have been. Right into his dream those eyes that were full of so much admiration ever since she took care of him all those years ago. Those eyes that were once full of so much love, but were now dead cold and without life.

Gray woke up in a cold sweat, almost falling out of his bed if he didn't catch himself. His bed was now cold and empty, and messy from his tossing and turning. He hoped that he didn't say anything he might have regretted while he was having his nightmare. He would never forgive himself for being so weak in front of a woman if that was the case. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he picked up his phone to look at the time. He took a deep breath to calm himself but quickly sucked a breath back in. He was late. Again.

He would never live this down from the boys and Gray mentally facepalmed, already imagining the lecture he would get from Jellal. He tumbled out of the bed almost, as he slipped on pants and the first shirt he could grab from his closet. He rushed to put on his shoes until he noticed a cup of coffee on his glass kitchen table with a note beside it. Have a good day at work Gray<3. He couldn't help but smirk, even when he was running late.

Alison was always pretty thoughtful, even if she was really a fuck buddy and he using her only for company sometimes. And too bad he hated coffee. The ride to the band practice building was a hectic one. The traffic almost made him pull out his raven hair, especially when he was already late. But at least he had a bit of an excuse for being late now, that wouldn't be an exact lie. When Gray finally made it across the street he didn't even bother putting his vehicle into the private parking garage like he always did and just drove to pull up in front of the building. And what Gray saw was chaos.

Absolute chaos, and as soon as he was spotted, there was no going back. Everyone spotted his famous black and Gray sports car and it was unmistakably the famous Gray Fullbuster's vehicle. Thankfully there were bodyguards to make a path for him to get inside the building with all the chaos going on. Now Gray regretted not having a driver. But they did always cramp his style. Gray took a deep breath as he stepped out of his car and unto the path into the building. All he could see was flashes of cameras and hear jumbling of questions. He could barely make it to the door without the crowds of reporters tearing him to pieces, but when he did he hurried inside. Once inside he spotted Jellal with a serious and somewhat worried face staring down at a newspaper. Gajeel was sitting down as normal tuning his guitar, but a thoughtful look on his face. Nastu had a bored look on his face as usual.

"So tell me why we can't go and talk to the paparazzi Jellal? Obviously they want to talk to me." Nastu commented with a groan afterward. Gajeel couldn't help but growl and put in his two cent.

"They aren't here for you idiot. And we can't say anything to the paparazzi without figuring out the situation first. And that starts with this fucking douche."

He suddenly turned his steely eyes to Gray, and he couldn't help but feel a bit afraid for a second.

"What the hell is going on outside?? Why is the paparazzi practically breaking down the doors to the building?"

Jellal took a big sigh and walked over to hand Gray the newspaper that hadn't left his hands ever since he walked in. Then he met Gray's eyes with a stern look.

"You deserve us all an explanation. Now."

Gray was about to raise his voice and question why the hell everyone was jumping on his case, before his eye caught a familiar look on the newspaper. It showed a picture, and not just any picture. It was of Gray and Juvia, walking together.

The only thing Gray could muster was an ,"Oh shit."

Gray and Juvia were seen together on their date.

Note: Last chapter: Part 5 https://adramaticbeauty.tumblr.com/post/189410081835/gruvia-band-au-part-5

Part 4 :https://adramaticbeauty.tumblr.com/post/188806970725/gruvia-band-au-part-4

Part 3: https://adramaticbeauty.tumblr.com/post/187638388485/gruvia-band-aupart-3-warning-some-of-this-might

Part 2 :https://adramaticbeauty.tumblr.com/post/187483175670/gruvia-band-au

Part 1:

https://adramaticbeauty.tumblr.com/post/187436745130/gruvia-band-au

#gruvia #fairytail #fanfic #gray fullbuster #juvia #Gray #Juvia Lockser

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safebubblebycyg · 4 years

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pastel and the punk {a drarry highschool au}:

"hey gays" harry said casually, sitting down at the lunch table all of his friends were at. they always met in the cafeteria before school started so they could discuss who's house they were at after school and what diner to eat at. pansy rolled her eyes at him and waved as did the rest of his friends. around the table sat most of harry's friends: ron, hermione, ginny, luna, and pansy.

ron had on a simple white t-shirt with his signature leather jacket and ripped jeans and a beanie that covered some of his fiery red hair. hermiones outfit never altered and today was no different. she wore a cropped black sweater with a leather skirt and ripped leggings. ginny was leaned onto her girlfriend showing her all of the bracelets that covered her arms today. her fiery red hair showed that she was definitely rons sister. the girl wore a black hoodie and black jeans, but still wore white converse, she claimed it added "necessary contrast". luna, much like her girlfriend, also had multiple bracelets on her arms but also had a ring on almost every finger too. lunas blonde hair was tied into a messy bun and she had on a mint green tank top that said "lover girl". her black ripped jeans and black converse seemed to darken her look though. pansy had her signature black lipstick with a cropped dark green hoodie. she worn distressed black jeans and doc martins to tie it together. harry himself had on a gray t-shirt that said "gay and not okay" with a black denim jacket over it. he wore black ripped jeans and black on black converse.

his group liked black to say the least.

but the only person missing was blaise.

blaise had gone to pick up neville and his friends today. why, harry had no idea, but nonetheless it was a sweet gesture. harry groaned loudly and took rons phone and hermiones book.

"can i help you?" ron mumbled while reaching for his phone.

"you can tell me why the hell you all are so boring and look like someone pissed in your cheerios this morning" harry demanded, shoving rons phone into his pocket and hermiones book into his bag. he grabbed ginnys phone and the girl simply frowned.

"blaise isnt here. which means neville isnt here. which means we have no one to have light hearted conversation with. all we do is talk in fluent sarcasm and flirting" pansy spoke bluntly, shrugging after she stopped.

"and why exactly do we need light hearted conversation?" harry asked, annoyed.

"because if we let you talk itll sound like "oh, draco, my sweet precious dragon. how his grey eyes shine under the lighting of the sun and his porcelain skin is so warm and soft and how his platinum blonde locks curl so delicately. but we're just friends and i dont like him more than platonically, nooo" and everyone is sick of your swooning" ginny laughed. harrys face burned red and before he could retort, blaise arrived.

"are we making fun of harry??" he asked light-heartedly as he sat down and pulled neville into his lap who blushed. "i do love a good teasing sesh before class" he winked. blaise had on some clean white jeans and dark violet converse that matched the crop top he had on.

"blaise! stop being nasty!" draco gasped, sitting down in harrys lap, setting his bag on the floor. harry smiled and wrapped his arms around the blonde. "hi, harebare" he smiled, and spoke gently towards the raven haired. draco had on a soft, yellow sweater on and a flowy white skirt. he had a sunflower crown and yellow converse to match.

"hello, my dragon. have a good morning?" he spoke quietly, attempting to not let the group listen into his conversation with draco. his attempts failed as they all spoke in hushed whispers so they could eavesdrop onto the conversation.

"mhm, blaise payed for my morning hot chocolate and i managed to get in some studying for my chem test on the way here!" he giggled and took a sip of his drink, holding it out to harry who took a sip and smiled.

"you got caramel in it?" he laughed. draco always had quite the sweet tooth. draco blushed softly and nodded, sipping it again.

"MERLIN, DATE ALREADY" pansy shouted at the two. draco choked on his hot chocolate.

"pAnsy?!" draco squealed. the girl shrugged and dodged dracos slap with a laugh.

"as endearing as this is, can i have my phone back??" ron asked, "i was in the middle of a good game of flappy bird"

...

"HARRY!!" draco shouted across the hall, grabbing the attention of the emerald eyed boy. the lunch bell had just rung and harry was rather hangry but nonetheless he waited for the blonde. "sorry, mrs. sprout held our class back to clean up. can we sit outside today?" he scrambled out as he wrapped himself around harrys arm.

"of course, let's just grab everyone and then we can head out, yeah?" harry spoke, unconsciously pulling his arm closer to him to drag draco closer. the two walked to the cafeteria in comfortable silence and smiled upon seeing their friends at the door talking. "hey, outside today?" harry asked once they were within earshot. everyone nodded and headed outside to sit in the grass. harry sat down and patted his lap, inviting draco to sit, which he gladly took.

"draco? have you ever heard of a chair?? or the grass?? or any possible place to sit that isnt harrys lap?" blaise asked jokingly, his arm slung over nevilles shoulders. draco simply rolled his eyes.

"im not sitting on the ground in a skirt." he pouted.

"im sitting on the ground in a skirt" hermione retorted.

"well, you arent a pretty princess like me!" draco stated proudly. pansy wheezed.

"who gave you that idea?" the black haired girl seemed to be holding back a fit of laughter.

"harry." all hell broke loose.

"NO BLOODY WAY HARRY TOLD YOU THAT" ginny laughed out. hermione and pansy were rolling on the ground laughing, blaise was leaning on neville trying to catch his breathe in between laughs while the boy was giggling, and luna sat calmly a bright grin on her face as she watched her girlfriend smile and laugh.

"he did! and im quoting from chemistry today, "you know, you're the prettiest princess ive ever seen, dray. you've even got a crown! therefore, you've earned the prettiest princess title. princess dray"" draco beamed from harrys lap as the raven haired boy buried his head in his neck and sighed. once the group calmed down, pansy spoke.

"and this is why you two should date. it's like beauty and the beast!! i mean, according to harry you're already a princess. well, i suppose hes not quiet a beast..." pansy spoke thoughtfully with a light-hearted tone.

"pastel and the punk!" neville shouted proudly. everyone let put a soft laugh and nodded with approval.

"does that mean if you kiss him, he'll transform from a punk rock beast to a pastel prince??" ron piped in.

"guess, c'mon, stop writing a fairy tale about us" harry sighed.

"we'll stop shipping you two once you actually admit your undying love for each other" pansy laughed out, taking a bite of her sandwich.

"we dont have an undying love!"

...

"hi dray" harry spoke softly, wrapping his arms around dracos waist. draco turned away from his locker and wrapped his arms around the raven haired boys neck, burying his face into his chest. "what's got you all flustered now, hm?" harry's voice was gentle as he started to rub dracos back.

"i have something to ask you but im scared and blaise and neville said i should and that itd turn out fine but im still scared" draco stumbled out worriedly. harry paused for a second before carefully lifting dracos head up.

"well, how about you ask me on the way to the diner after school, my pretty prince? we can listen to taylor swift and have the windows rolled down if it makes you feel any better. i promise whatever you tell me wont change anything. now, c'mon, pansy will kill us if we're late" harry softly pulled away from the boy and adjusted his flower crown. draco smiled, less stressed about the whole ordeal and slung his bag over his shoulder. the two were about to walk away before they heard it.

"hey, malfoy! what's a freak like you doing with potter? trying to convert him, are you?" zacharias smith asked cockily, strutting up to the pair. harry whipped around, shoving draco behind his back. "oh, potter, please. you shouldn't be protecting the freak. hes just going to make you gay, like him. we dont need anymore freaks in the building. now move so i can beat the gay out of him- make him a little more normal" harry seemed to snap as he punched zacharias square in the jaw and right in the nose.

"another word out of you, smith, and you can bet every single ounce of money in your bank account that you will be expelled. i know too many people to let homophobic bitches like you go around picking on people weaker than them. now, scram! i dont want another peep from you unless it's an apology" and with that, harry took dracos hand and stormed off.

once they reached harrys car harry leaned against it and pulled draco to his chest, burying his nose into his hair.

"are you okay?" draco mumbled from his position tucked into harrys body. harry lazily nodded and sighed. he silently let go of the blonde and opened the passenger door of his mustang for him. draco got in silently and waited for harry to get in and start driving. once they were on the road, draco plugged his phone the aux, playing some taylor swift. he turned towards harry best he could in his seat and smiled nervously.

"im assuming the news cant be terrible if you're grinning, dray" harry laughed, keeping his focus on the road (be safe kiddos).

"okay well....i really, REALLY like you harry. like more than friends. way more than friends. like, i wanna kiss you so hard my lips are bright red, like you. like, i wanna cuddle you for a really long time and call you mine, like you..i promise it's okay if you dont feel the same! ive just been holding off telling you for a really long time bu-" harry cut draco off by placing a hand on his thigh, leaving the boy flustered.

"i like you a lot too, my dragon. id go as far to say i love you. so, so very much" harry smiled, pulling into the parking lot of the diner and smirking at draco. he leaned over and gave him a sweet kiss. "is this what they mean by opposites attract?"

"ugh, you're too cheesy"

"awe, you love me. be my boyfriend?"

"of course" draco beamed, kissing harry again. maybe pastel and the punk could work out after all.

all was well.

WOW okay this was kinda hard to write but whateva i kinda like it! and i really hope you did too!!

#harry potter #hogwarts #yer a wizard harry #draco is baby #boyfriend #harry x draco #draco malfoy #drarry #gay #fanfic

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artificialqueens · 4 years

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A Vampire in Paris, Prologue (Fame x Violet) - Chae

A/N: hey! i’ve been lurking for a while and decided it was about time i contributed. this is a prologue to a long-ish?? Gigi x Crystal fic, and it takes place about 100 years before the actual story so that’s why it’s a different ship. Also, the lack of Famelet recently has been disturbing so here i am!

Summary : Set in the 1920s, Miss Fame is the high-class, high-power CEO of the worlds biggest, and frankly, only fashion brand. She often scouts burlesque clubs for pretty models to take home as well as hire, and happens to find herself at Violet Chachki’s one night… Oh yeah, by the way, Fame and every high status designer in Paris are vampires.

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What had brought Miss Fame to the burlesque club was a mystery. Especially because it was a Friday, and she knew it would be packed, and she knew someone would recognize her. She hoped the sunglasses she dawned would conceal her identity enough, but she had a feeling her efforts would end up futile.

She entered the room wearing a boatneck blouse tucked into a leather skirt, and she removed her floor-length overcoat when she stepped inside. The brooch and necklaces around her neck sparkled in the dim light, her sleeveless pale arms hosting no imperfections and the sheer milkiness of her skin causing her to stand out. She removed her hat as well, her icy blonde hair styled in face framing finger waves, her baby hairs stylishly curled around her temples. She was easily the best looking person in the room.

The mistress slinked to a booth in the back as a waiter came up to the table to take her order.

“Madame, are you sure you’re in the right club?” He was referring to the fact that the performers were women, and it was ‘useless’ for a female to watch another female.

Fame peeked over her sunglasses, the server turning white as he realized who he was talking to. She had been to bars such as this in the past to scout for talent (as well as take them home, and boy was she lucky for that cover up), so it was no surprise that she was here alone. Fame was known for being illusive and independent, and although many protested her position and status, there was not much they could do about it. The woman was undoubtedly powerful and not only ruled the blossoming fashion industry, but had a hand in just about every going-on in Paris.

With all this said, the waiter apologized for his rudeness and caught the attention of his manager immediately to let him know who their guest was. Fame was immediately brought a glass of Grand Marnier — every bar in the city knew that to be protocol for whenever she was present. The woman loved the way it reminded her of the sweets and delicacies that she once ate when her form of sustenance wasn’t human blood. Her real pick of poison would be Absinthe, but ever since it had been deemed illegal she was forced to choose something else.

When her name first hit the scene, bar owners would often sit across from Fame and discuss performers that she might want to hire. This practice had inevitably stopped when she went from portrait model to CEO, everyone far too afraid to say something wrong in her presence. And that’s the way she liked it. She was there for her purposes, and the only people she had interest in talking to were the beautiful women she got to seduce. The debutante sipped her drink, watching the empty stage as she waited for someone to come out.

Finally, the name of the next performer was announced — a name that wouldn’t leave Miss Fame’s head for the next century: Violet Chachki.

The woman that stepped into the spotlight could only be described as an illustration, or as close to an illustration as humanly possible. Her skin was even whiter than Fame’s (and Fame was dead), which starkly contrasted her raven-black hair, styled in bob-length curls smoothed to her head and pinned together with a sparkly feather fascinator. Her face was small, her greek nose pointed and her eyes squinty and catlike. Her tiny, upturned lips were painted deep red. In the 150-plus years Fame had been alive, she had never seen a visage so strikingly and purely beautiful. She leaned forward on her elbows, entranced by Violet’s movements as she simply walked on stage. Somehow, even sat at the back of the club, the burlesque dancer made eye contact with the vampiress. In those moments, the two seemed to share an energy beyond physical attraction. Fame’s back raised with goosebumps as she realized that she needed to have this woman — not just for the night, not just as a model, but as a part of her life. Forever.

And the performance hadn’t even started, which Fame realized when the jazz band began playing a tune. Violet flounced around the stage in a black leotard, dark feathers pluming out from her hips into a dress shape. Her rhinestone jewelry caught the lights as she began her number, her movements light as air. She pulled off her sheer gloves, also adorned with sparkles, to the beat of the music and cast them aside. Fame’s eyes widened when she noticed the woman had tattoos, a complete and utter rarity among the streets of France. The heiress couldn’t help but imagine her own marks joining the ink on Violet’s skin.

Violet danced with a feather boa before tossing it down to join her gloves. A drumroll started and she turned around, revealing the zipper to her dress that she undid. As a cymbal crashed, she revealed the costume under her costume: a strappy thong, a bejewled corset, and a matching bra. Her waist was unimaginably small, causing Fame to wonder where her body could possibly go in that tiny space. Poor thing must not eat much, she thought. I can relate.

The crowd went wild when the dancer removed her garters and stockings, whipping them around like small lassos and tossing them to the savage gentlemen in the front row. She turned and rocked her hips, letting everyone in the club see the way her ass was flawless in every way, shape, and form. Fame licked her lips, the pain of waiting to have that ass in her manicured hands too much to bear. The corset soon came off as well, revealing that Violet’s actual waist wasn’t much larger than her corseted one. Now was the trick that got the crowd riled up the most — when the burlesque dancer removed her bra, putting her breasts on display in all their glory (well, except for the black glittery pasties). They were small and perky, of course, just like Violet, and it set Fame off. She needed this woman.

The final part of Violet’s set was dancing around the club, collecting her tips. Fame’s eyes didn’t leave her for a second, making sure no men touched her or even looked at her wrong. If they did, they’d be disposed of soon enough. Violet made her way to where the mistress was sat, making eye contact once again. There was that energy again, the invisible line that bound the two together, and Violet seemed to recognize it, too. Fame pulled out 100 Francs, a healthy amount of money, and waved it towards the performer, beckoning her to come closer. She did, coming up real close to Fame’s face, a move anyone else could have been killed for. But Fame welcomed the close proximity, stopping herself from closing the gap.

“I want you to meet me here when you’re done, Miss Chachki.”

“I want to meet you here as well, Miss Fame,” Violet winked as she took the money and strode away. Her voice was sultry and airy, very fitting and very sexy.

At the prospect of speaking to the one and only Miss Fame, it didn’t take long for Violet to finish up and get changed. She probably skipped about half the club, but had a feeling these tips wouldn’t matter for much longer. She put on her best set of lingerie, wanting to show Fame how good of a model she was. Only in the back of her head was the idea that she’d be showing off for a different reason, and those were feelings she’d only address if she was forced to.

She made her way to the back of the premises again, her regular clothes disguising her from the clubgoers. Her coat was black, like most of her wardrobe, and was lined with feathers. It swallowed up her figure, but it protected her from the cold. She found Miss Fame’s booth, who patted the empty space next to her, beckoning her to join. Violet could barely contain the buzzing in her chest—an opportunity like this didn’t come just every day. She hung up her jacket on a coat rack and took her place.

“Violet,” Fame started, scanning the beauty’s face. Violet had kept on her makeup, but Fame was eager to kiss off that rouge lipstick. “I’d introduce myself, but you seem to already know of me,” she continued, removing her sunglasses.

Violet was surprised at how gorgeous Fame actually was. It’s not like she’d assumed she was ugly, but the woman’s face shone with a youth and perfect facial structure that didn’t quite line up with how old Violet thought she was. “Of course I know of you, madame—”

“Mademoiselle, please.”

“Oh, I apologize,” Violet’s voice wavered, but she didn’t let herself skip a beat in order to make a good impression. “Mademoiselle, every performer in this city wishes they could meet you. Every person knows of your work. You are stunning, Miss Fame.”

Fame couldn’t help but blush at such a woman calling her ‘stunning—’ well, actually, she couldn’t blush because she had no blood to rush to her cheeks, but if she could she would’ve. “Why, thank you Miss Chachki,” she placed a hand on Violet’s thigh, feeling the human warmth from under her dress.

Violet shuddered at the contact, a feeling washing over her that she couldn’t quite explain. Her stomach tightened up and her lips were ever-so-slightly parted, the idea that she wanted Fame the only thing she could think. But Fame was a woman, and that was absolute insanity.

“I look forward to working some more with you, so I’m asking you to come spend the night at my penthouse,” Fame suggested. Violet couldn’t help but agree to the prospect, her dingy apartment above the club would barely compare to what awaited her in that home. “I’ll just do some evaluations, and we can get to know each other, hm?” Fame rubbed the spot on Violet’s leg, making the younger girl let out a small sigh. Needy and noisy she is, huh? Fame couldn’t wait to have time with her.

“That sounds wonderful, Mademoiselle,” Violet nodded.

“Amazing, shall we?” Fame scooted out of the booth, conjuring both of their overcoats in her hands and presenting Violet with hers. The fabric was disgustingly cheap compared to what Fame wore. Fame made note to buy her a new jacket like this one, as Violet seemed to adore the color black.

They exited the bar, Violet asking which way they were to go. Surprisingly, Fame motioned forward into the street, opening the door to a shiny Rolls Royce with a chauffeur sitting up front. Violet climbed in, eyes wide at how expensive the car was, down to the smell. She looked at Fame with a wondrous childlike expression, causing a break in the vampires stony exterior. She smiled, and Violet smiled, and they smiled together because they were happy to be in each other’s presence.

The entire drive to Fame’s home, her hands were glued on top of Violet’s, relishing in the warm contact. Violet found it adorable and madly attractive how Fame wouldn’t let go, but grew acutely aware that the older girls hands were cold — freezing cold, like there was not one ounce of life in them. Strange.

They were led out of the car and into the grand spinning doors of the apartment complex Fame owned. Most of her models and workers were housed there and she spent a majority of her time living there, managing the many clean-ups that went around town, attempting to find better solutions for obtaining blood, and ruling an entire fucking royal fashion empire. Busy, life was, and this was her only break.

Without much hesitation, they wound up on the top floor: the penthouse. Great glass windows lined the walls, a perfect view of Paris visible below. Violet stared out of them in awe, her attention turning back to the living room and a portrait hung up on the wall.

“Who’s that?” She asked, gesturing to the painting. It was of another beautiful woman, with tan skin and long dark grey hair. She looked exciting and different, and Violet could’ve sworn she looked familiar.

“Ah, Raja. She is someone very close to me, almost like a mother.”

“She’s not dead, then?”

Fame let out a laugh, covering her mouth to chuckle as she sat on the couch. “Oh no, darling, she’s very much around.”

Violet giggled nervously, perching on the edge of an armchair, a flush of embarrassment dotting her cheeks. “Oh, I see. A mother—is that what you’re trying to be for me? Did she do what you’re going to do?”

Fame blinked, not knowing how to respond. Something was telling her to be upfront about her intentions, the conversion process much easier when the victim had time to calm their nerves. “Well… hopefully I’ll be doing to you what she did to me, yes,” Fame began. “But I was hoping our relationship could be something… different to mother and daughter?”

“Of course! Friends? Sisters?”

“I was thinking more along the lines of lovers, Miss Chachki.”

Violet turned beet red, her arms tensing up and her elbows locking. She responded with curious eyes. “Lovers?”

“I know you are probably not interested in women the same way I am, Violet, but I offered anyway.”

“I don’t know who I’m interested in,” Violet admitted. After years of performing for unruly men, seeing how disgusting they could truly be, her attraction to them had significantly decreased. The pining in her chest never left, however, and ever the hopeless romantic, she’d taken a small interest in women through the years (no matter how much she tried to deny it). “I can say I’m intrigued by whatever you have to offer, though. I meant what I said when I said you were stunning.”

Fame put her finger over her chin and flicked her eyes over the shape of Violet’s body, the dancer growing hot from the attention. “Come here, ma cherie,” Fame said. Violet did as told, sitting on her own leg to face the other woman. Fame was still surprised how close to her Violet was willing to get, the bond between them only growing more prominent. “I don’t want it to seem like your success is only based on attraction, but if I’m honest, I only brought you here because I’m mesmerized by you, Chachki.”

Violet’s pointed eyebrow raised. “So, you don’t want me to model for you?”

“Of course I want you to model for me, but god, Violet, I’ve been wanting to kiss you since you walked on that stage.”

“I assumed that was the case when you said you wanted to be ‘lovers,’” Violet smirked. “You felt it when I looked at you, right?”

Fame nodded.

“Is that what love is supposed to feel like?” Violet asked.

Fame nodded.

Violet bit her lip and looked down. “Oh. I guess… well, I guess that was the only time I’ve felt it.”

The vampire lightly took the other girl’s chin and flicked her head up. “Darling, do you want me to show you what love can feel like?”

Violet blushed at the intensity of her stare, already feeling completely roped in. She nodded quickly, Fame closing the gap in between their mouths. At first, Violet’s eyes widened at how cold the other woman’s mouth was, but sighed into the kiss at the sweetness of how she tasted. Fame latched onto the warmth of the human’s lips, caressing her cheek and intertwining their tongues. Violet was still in shock, but welcomed Fame and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. It was a long and passionate kiss, each woman pouring all their feelings for each other into it. Fame finally broke away to Violet’s dismay, the vampire not wanting to take it too far before she couldn’t control herself.

The burlesque dancer felt a deep longing once their mouths had parted, not realizing until then just how much she adored Fame. From the moment she’d seen her in person, she’d adored her. “Mademoiselle-”

“I know you’d like to continue, but there’s something I need to tell you.”

“Fame, I don’t care, I just need you to know that I…” The heiress let Violet continue, intrigued. “I think— what’s it called when you know you want to marry someone?”

“You want to marry me?”

“Anything to spend the rest of my life with you, please.”

The corner of Fames lip turned up in a satisfied smile. “Well, that happens to be part of my proposition.”

“Do tell!”

“Have you ever heard of a vampire?”

“… yes?”

Fame focused her energy on her mouth and her eyes, her natural fangs popping out from her gums and her eyes swirling from their human-blue shade to crimson red irises and pitch black scleras. She was expecting Violet to be afraid, but she wasn’t. In fact, Violet was more fascinated than anything. She’d always been interested in gothic themes and horror novels, and her appearance was already more vampiric than Fame’s. She stared at the transformation in awe, the purpose of this meeting clicking into place.

“Miss Fame, are you suggesting that I spend eternity with you? Like this?”

“Only if it suits you, ma Cherie.”

“It suits me, Fame, oh my lord it suits me,” she grabbed Fame’s cheeks and before the vampire could protest, they were interlocked in another kiss. Violet gently ran her tongue over Fame’s ridiculously sharp teeth. It was so light of a touch, yet it still cut a tiny gash in the muscle. Fame sucked on it, a hint of warm liquid sliding down her throat. Violet’s blood tasted like honey and candy and a hint of liquor, and got Fame hooked immediately, her instincts taking over as she sucked harder. She snapped herself out of it when Violet seemed to mumble, and she realized she needed to focus on the transformation before she drained the younger of blood.

“Darling, turn around,” Fame ordered. The younger complied, sitting with one leg hanging off the couch. Violet took it upon herself to remove her thin dress, finally getting to show Fame the outfit she’d worn for her. Fame ran her teeth across her tongue, hungry for blood and for Violet. The human had taken her hair out of its style, and it now sat just above her shoulders so that Fame had to brush it away. “This is going to hurt a little, but I promise it will feel heavenly soon enough,” Fame stated.

Before Violet could ask what she meant, two sharp pains entered the crook of her shoulder and neck. She let out a wince as Fame began drinking from her. Immediately Violet felt cold, then lightheaded as one did when they lost large amounts of blood. She almost forgot Fame was working some vampire magic and fully expected to pass out, before the cold suddenly disappeared and her senses were regained. She thought it was over, but Fame continued drinking. From the wound on her neck, a familiar need latched itself in the pit of Violet’s stomach — lust. She knew vampires were creatures of the dark and of sex, but didn’t expect the transformation to pool wetness in her panties—which probably wasn’t made any better by the fact that she was attracted so desperately to Fame.

It only took a couple seconds for the need to overtake her, Violet beginning to writhe and her hips grinding uncontrollably upward. Fame sensed this, not surprised as it was a customary part of the transformation, and slid a hand around Violet’s waist and down between her open legs. She massaged the woman’s clit through her panties, a moan escaping through Violet’s lungs. She continued the motion, taking in Violet’s noises and adjusting her position accordingly. She eventually slipped her hand under the cloth of her tiny underwear, beginning a more vigorous stimulation. Violet let out more squeals and moans of pleasure at the feeling, biting her lip to try and stop, but the girl was loud and her jaw hinged open anyway. She was already nearing a climax when Fame slipped a finger inside her, slowly pumping in and out. Violet leaned backwards into Fame as the vampire continued to feed, her pleasure completely numbing her to the pain. She was moaning loud, her thighs tensed and shaking.

“Fame—ah! I think I-I’m gonna—” her last words were drowned with another prolonged moan as Fame hit her sweet spot, which basically released the floodgates as an orgasm overtook Violet’s body.

Fame sucked up the last drops of blood as Violet came, the girl shuddering and falling limp into the mistress’s arms. The transformation had gone without a hitch, and Fame congratulated herself for drowning out the painful process and answering Violet’s needs. The orgasm mixed with the blood-draining always caused the victims to pass out, which left the magic to do its thing for a while anyway. Technically Fame had killed Violet, similarly to how she did to any person she drank from; but unlike the humans she feasted on, there was a certain amount of focus needed to transform someone. It left Fame deathly tired, but content and probably full for the next few weeks.

The older vampire gently removed herself from under Violet, finding a blanket and pillow and tucking her in. She stopped by her kitchen and poured a glass of blood that she kept in her refrigerator (newfangled things, really, and extremely useful to a vampire), setting it on the glass coffee table in the living room. She knew Violet would be extremely thirsty when she woke—and she didn’t know when that would be, so better safe than sorry. Drowsy, Fame looked upon her sleeping lover, who seemed incredibly peaceful despite what had just occurred, and smiled. My Violet, she thought, going over to pat her on the head. I hope we go on to make something incredible.

#rpdr fanfiction #miss fame #violet chachki #famelet #lesbian au #historical au #supernatural au #vampire au #smut #a vampire in paris #chae #tw mention of blood #concrit welcome #submission #s7 #s12

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