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mjg368 · 3 days ago

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BIG • BROWN • EYES

annie x smoke • fluff

summary: smoke lays his eyes on annie for the first time and is immediately taken by her beauty. as he notices the way she makes his heart beat fast in his chest and his hands stop trembling like they had for so long, he realizes that he has love for someone other than his brother.

cw: fluff, use of the nword, brief mention of trauma, stack being an annoying younger brother, nothing reallyy. just my cute loves

a/n: yea soooo three uploads in three daysss,, inspired by @margepimpson !!! thank you so much, love! i so needed that fic list you made

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He saw her first in town, walking from shop to shop, clearly checking off things from a mental list of necessities. Her walk was full of a grace that he adored. Something in her stance commanded every space she walked in. It made heads turn on a swivel just to keep up with with her. It made eyes bulge while she checked the firmness of watermelons or the quality in a gingham fabric.

The next thing he adored about her was the kindness in her smile. Every time she paid a cashier and collected her things, she graced them with a genuine smile and a honest thank you. It made his heart burst with infatuation.

One thing he couldn’t look past was her body. She was round and full-figured in a way that made him want to grab and hold onto her for dear life. Her hips were full and bounding. Her backside had a curve in it that made him want to run his hands along her dress. And her chest was plump and sitting high.

But despite this—and everything else he had found a joy in about her—what he seemed to love most about the mysterious woman was her eyes.

Big, brown, knowing eyes.

As he watched her drift through downtown—his body rested against the side of his car—he dreamed about what it would feel like for her to bless him with just one glance. That’s all he needed: to look directly into her eyes just one time.

Elijah ‘Smoke’ Moore had never felt this way about a woman. He was by far no loose-man like his brother—tending to the needs of women who just couldn’t wait to rub it in the faces of women who hadn’t gotten a chance to lay with a Moore twin. But Smoke wasn’t a saint either.

He sinned hard and long into the night, lusting after women he didn’t have no business being with.

But the woman he peered at from across the street was like none other he had ever encountered. His stomach erupted in a funny feeling as he traced a line of sweat that ran from her neck and down the center of her chest. It was like his insides were twisting and turning with something fierce. Like when he’d gotten a bad batch of tamales from town but different.

This feeling was pulling at his soul.

It was aching.

Needy.

Desperate.

Before he saw her, Smoke’s hands had been trembling like they were known to do. His time in the war and years spent under the roof of an alcohol-abusing father had done that to him; And as he tried to patiently wait for his brother to return from collecting some cash they were owed, one sight of the woman eased his tremble and remedied his internal pain.

“Shit,” Stack shouted as he emerged from the building. "Took longer than I expected." He patted his brother on the shoulder and began to climb into the passenger seat but saw Smoke’s far-away gaze. “You good?” He asked after not receiving any indication that his twin was paying attention. He watched as Smoke's gaze was fixed across the street, watching a lady strolling about. He thought to call out to him again: “Smoke!”

“What, boy," he grumbled, not yet peeling his eyes from the woman. He tilted his head to get a better look at the way her arm swayed at her side and how her dress flooded nicely around her calves. "Don’t you see I’m busy?”

Stack huffed, not being put off by his brother's combative nature.

“I see you bein’ a weird ass nigga, starin’ at folks," Stack voiced unapologetically. His gaze was now fixed on her too, admiring the way she moved and enjoying what he saw. But one look at Smoke's face, and he knew she was already claimed. "What you lookin’ at her like that for?”

“You don’t see her?” Smoke neglected his question, shaking his head in disbelief. His brows ruffled at the annoyance his brother could be at times.

“‘Course I see her," he answered with an obvious tone. "That don’t answer my question though.” Stack prodded at his brother, trying to get him to be honest without so much of a fight.

“Nigga, she beautiful," Smoke spoke, voice dripped in a dreamy cadence—like he was imagining what life would be like now that he had gazed upon someone so gorgeous. Stack nodded along to his words, eyeing the side of his twin's head to see if he could read his mind. Stack knew his brother, and Smoke had never been this drawn to anyone before.

They had seen the world, and some of the most beautiful women there ever were called Mississippi home, but there was something so evidently different in the glint of Smoke’s eye.

Stack set his mind on making sure Smoke and the mysterious lady met face-to-face. He stepped forward, raising his hand and his voice.

“Aye! Pretty lady,” he yelled loudly, getting the attention of everyone in the town’s center and the woman Smoke’s heart now belonged to. She squinted her eyes at Stack, eyebrows drawn close together at the way he was attempting to wave her over.

“What you doin’, boy,” Smoke hushed in embarrassment. His teeth were bared, and his eyes had shifted downward in order to not meet anyone’s gaze.

“I’m getting you laid,” he spoke as if it was obvious. He began jogging across the street as the woman walked away. He shouted over his shoulder at his twin. “That’s probably why yo’ ass always so fuckin’ uptight. You need that good shit.”

Smoke completely recoiled from his brother’s brashness. His mellow and calm was now gone. His fingers began to shake again, causing him to pull a cigarette from his suit pocket that Stack had rolled for him earlier in the day.

He watched Stack gain the woman’s attention with a gentle tap on the shoulder, but the look she gave him was completely lacking the kind eyes she once had.

“I don’t take too kindly to men beckonin’ me like I’m some dog,” she punctuated, not backing down from the taller man. She found offense in the way he expected her to cross the street. She looked up at him, shoulders back and lips pressed into a flat line. It made Stack’s blood run cold and made Smoke’s heart jump.

He loved to know she was a no nonsense kind of girl.

“I ain’t mean nothin’ by it, miss,” Stack apologized , voice quieter than before. “I’m sorry that I offended you. I’m Elias ‘Stack’ Moore. And you are?” He took his hat off his head and placed it to his chest. His hand was held out to shake hers—though she refused to accept it.

“Annie Laveau,” she voiced, trying to get to the point of the conversation without any unnecessary fluff.

“That’s real pretty,” he smiled widely, chuckling just a little to lighten the mood. He wiped his hand on his suit jacket to push away the burn of rejection. The sun was beating down in them hard, and the way she looked at him with those big, brown eyes made his insides burn even further. “You one of them fancy Louisiana niggas?”

She rolled her eyes and shifted her weight onto one foot. Completely avoiding his idiotic question, she asked:

“What did you want again?”

Stack was taken aback. He stumbled over he words slightly and looked back to see his nervous brother, smoking a cigarette to quell that uneasy feeling he had often.

“Well, you see my brother over there,” he said, pointing to the twin, “he said he think you beautiful.”

“Is that so,” Annie questioned but in a voice that didn’t expect a real answer. Her eyes met Elijah’s from his spot across the street.

When they looked at each other, it was like the world stopped moving, even for just a moment. It was like they were the only two people in the world. Like Clarksdale wasn’t bustling and moving with an economic fervor spurred on by the production of cotton. Like neither of them had experienced a lifetime of pain and had to push through the trauma to survive. Like they somehow knew everything there was to know about each other but still desired to learn more.

That feeling was back in Elijah’s stomach. And the nervous feeling in his hands was gone again, causing him to throw his cig on the ground and stomp it out like it had never existed in the first place. He straightened his clothes and removed his hat, all while looking directly into her kind eyes.

Annie swallowed hard. She had met many men in her life and had entertained plenty of suitors, but the man across the street—who was the spitting image of the one who had offended her so—had won a special place in her soul just with one look in his eyes.

She cleared her throat and reluctantly turned back to Stack. He had a smile on his face that was buzzing from the show he had just witnessed.

“Tell ‘im if he think I’m so beautiful, he gon’ have to do more than just follow me with his eyes and send his twin to beckon me,” she said with less confidence than she had before. She kept glancing up to sweep her eyes over his body—how he had previously been leaned against the car but was now stood at attention.

“He ain’t send me over here,” Stack rushed out, putting his hands up in surrender. “I’m just a better talker than him, you know. Wanted to see if you wanted a chance with the less fun version of me.” Stack ran his hands along his face and neck to show her all his glory, but it just made her laugh in his face.

“You really don’t know how to talk to women, do you,” she chuckled at his audacious manner. Him coming to see if she wanted “a chance” was more offensive than what he’d done before, but she still looked up at the man across the street one more time before deciding what to do.

“Girl, I stay with an arm full of fillies,” he huffed, ego hurt more than he cared to admit. “I can handle a conversation wit’ a woman.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” she breathed heavily and raised her eyebrows, tone full of sarcasm. Her mind wandered, knowing that if she left without at least speaking to the other twin she’d live to regret it. “Fine,” she grumbled as if she was being drug to the cross, “I’ll go talk to ‘im.”

But she was giving in so willingly.

Her long legs crossed the street with that grace Smoke loved dearly. His brother stayed back, sending raised thumbs his way as an attempt to ease his anxiety.

The entire time, Annie’s eyes were on him, tracing the crisp line down the center of his pants legs, the hat that was clutched in his palms, the straining veins in his hands, the bulging of his adam’s apple, the softness in his brown eyes. She looked at him like he was the world.

And he looked at her the same.

It was then that Smoke realized his true feelings. As she walked across the street and through crowds of people, he realized that what he felt was love.

He met her halfway, a sweaty hand outstretched. He had seen how she reacted to his brother and feared the same fate of a heavy hand left unaccepted, but that fear was soon overcome.

She grabbed ahold of his hand.

Hers was soft yet solid against his calloused one, causing his head to swirl at how good it felt to touch her.

“H-hi,” he stuttered, tripping over his words as he tried to push the nerves away. Annie laughed sweetly at him, enjoying the way she had him shaking in excitement and a delicious nervousness.

“Hello,” her Louisiana accent rang out, pulling him in even further. “I’m Annie Laveau.”

She waited for him to say something back, but he just gawked at her with his lips slightly parted and body too close to hers for a public setting. She didn’t move away though. She stepped closer and squeezed at his hand that she still had a firm grip on.

“Sorry,” he apologized, placing a kiss to the back of her hand, indulging in the warmth of her. “Nice to meet you, Annie. I’m Elijah Moore. You can call me Smoke.”

Annie tilted her head to the side and smiled softly at him. She adored that sweet drawl in his voice, and she realized then that even if Elias considered himself the better talker, she’d do anything in the world to hear Elijah say her name again and again.

It was like the taste of honeysuckles and the scent of magnolias in bloom all at once. Her name had never sounded so good.

Annie stepped impossibly closer to his body, effectively stopping his breathing as he surrendered to her delightful gaze.

“I prefer to call you Elijah,” she nodded to herself, eyes glancing down at his lips and over to the dimple in his cheek as he smiled at her, “if that’s ok with you?” The smile he’d given her made her body feel numb. Prior to that, she had only seen his straight, far-too-serious expression, but here he was, showing her full teeth.

Elijah nodded his head with way too much enthusiasm, causing Annie to blush with laughter and Stack to shout at him from across the street.

“Damn, nigga,” he yelled at his twin, “she punkin’ yo’ ass.”

They both ignored him, sighing and rolling their eyes at his unique way of being. Annie and Elijah stood there, enjoying the calm that surrounded their bodies and envisioning a future full of love and possibility and each other.

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