#1930s au

[inferno92000]

WIP

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[thewritingwrath]

I posted a week or so back, that I would start a Levi x reader/oc ballad of songbirds and snakes au, well I’m putting a pen in that. I’m having a trouble time figuring out how to write it. But I’m going to replace it with another one that I feel I won’t struggle with as much. It will be a Levi x reader/oc set in the 1930s Great Depression where Levi is a dog/cage fighter and reader is a prostitute. This goes without saying that this story will be much darker than my original idea, you’ve been warned. I hope to get the first chapter published soon, tell me if I should post it on here too.

It’s inspired by this art print I saw on etsy. 

[gweelczz]

“Cat Got Your Tongue?” PT. 1

Rosalie Otterbourne × Black!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive, smut in pt.2, Rosalie being the only woman ever, reader is a simp off rip, reader is the sister of Cab Calloway and the cousin of Billie Holiday, Rosalie has rizz

Summary: Being in love she didn't know whether she was falling or flying but she was airborne either way... or a story about a woman falling head over heels for another woman in the 1930s

Hello everyone! I am Red, I’m new to writing on this app so I hope you all enjoy my stories

—“In my solitude….”

Her voice rang out, bold but sweet being amplified by the silver microphone in front of her. A white mink wrapped around her shoulders with satin gloves to match, her gown cascading to the ground wrapping around her mid arm showing off her collarbones and shoulders. Her dark hair pinned with a side part showing off her sparkling diamond earrings she’s never been seen without.

She gripped the microphone with a ring clad hand, her face expressing an expression of pain and longing. How she longed to be kissed in the darkness of the night and held close to a warm chest as she slept. She hated sleeping alone, the bed was always so cold and too big, loneliness was a heavy cloud hanging over her pouring down sadness as she sang from her heart a song by one of het favorite artists who too understood what it was like to be alone, to crave being desired and wanted.

She quickly wiped a tear bowing her head in defeat succumbing to the emptiness in her heart, she sang once more her voice never wavering no matter how broken she was “In my solitude…”. Her auburn orbs scanned the silvery fogged room as she sang not looking for anything in particular, that is until another set of dark eyes found hers.

They belonged to a fellow woman, her skin, the perfect description of coffee beans. Eyes sparkling underneath the lights filled with curiosity, her shoulders rolled back as she stood her demeanor reeking of power mixed with independence. An arched eyebrow raised at Y/N, those dark eyes wordlessly asking her a question “who are you?”.

Y/N continued to sing to the crowd until her set came to an end. She bowed softly sweetly thanking the crowd before exiting stage left to give the spotlight to her brother Cab Calloway and his band. She made her way over to the bar ordering a drink as the upbeat jazz music rang throughout the club. She tapped her feet to the music glancing around observing her surroundings.

She wasn’t one for big places like this filled wall to wall with people, she was a homebody at heart preferring to stay home with a glass of wine and a good book. She had no interest in sleazy men who couldn’t take no for an answer or men in general for that matter. No no, she wanted to be a woman’s woman.

Y/N sighed to herself turning to face the stage when she felt a tap on her shoulder, turning to her left she prepared herself to cuss out yet another man who didn’t know how to take a hint only for the words to die in her throat.

She rendered herself speechless once she discovered who touched her, she turned coming face to face with the one and only Rosalie Otterbourne. “I.. I um..” she couldn’t bring herself to speak to the beautiful woman who decided to bless Y/N with her presence.

She opened her mouth to try again when she heard it, the sweetest sound she’d ever heard besides music. She’d heard a giggle, a soft giggle rang out from Rosalie’s throat as she stared at the speeches woman. “Cat got ya tongue honey?” She softly laughed slightly throwing her head back as she did so. Y/N thought she was beautiful from afar but she was breathtaking up close. Rosalie smirked at the other holding out her hand “I’m Rosalie, Rosalie Otterbourne niece and manager of the Salome Otterbourne. What’s your name sugar?”

Y/N swooned at the southern accent dripping from Rosalie’s lips, she took the other’s hand gently shaking it with a smile “I’m Y/N Calloway”. Rosalie’s smile faltered a bit at she gazed at the woman in front of her “as in the sister of the Cab Calloway?” Her eyes widening slightly as she spoke.

Y/N slightly chuckled, eyes flickering towards her brother on the stage who was already looking at her with a grin before turning her attention back to Rosalie. “Yes ma’am the one and only” she took a sip of her drink smiling at Rosalie, she noticed she was still holding the other’s hand as she gazed down for a second.

She quickly let go not noticing the way Rosalie frowned at this. Rosalie being the bold woman she is took Y/N’s hand into hers once more as she slid into the seat beside her. “You can hold my hand honey, I don’t mind it one bit especially if it’s a beautiful woman” Rosalie winked at Y/N before she turned her attention to the bartender ordering herself a drink. “Lord knows I shouldn’t drink on the job but a little liquid courage ain’t neva hurt nobody”

Y/N nodded her head in agreement humming as a vocal response. She took this time to take in the beauty next to her that went by the name of Rosalie. Her eyes scanned from her black hair down the black pumps her feet adorned. She knew of Ms. Otterbourne but to see her in the flesh boldly flirting with her was another. Raising her glass to her lips she downed her drink to get some courage before she shot back a flirt herself. “Well you’re one to speak Ms. Otterbourne, I’ve been blessed with the presence of a goddess”

This in turn made Rosalie turn in her seat placinga hand onto Y/N’s knee with a smirk. “Now that’s more like it, how about after my performance we go up to my room and talk as friends, I sure could use one”. Y/N nodded her head agreeing automatically, she wanted this woman and she was hell bent on making Rosalie hers. “Sounds great to me, you blow these people outta the water now ya hear?” Rosalie tilted her head back releasing a laugh while giving Y/N a glimpse of her sparkling teeth. “I shall do just that”

[dumpsterfireofsubtext]

https://twitter.com/terrornothorror/status/1679874959953330177?s=46

Just had to post it bcos I’ve been wailing about this for almost 24 hours….

[hellotoberlin]

Robin Takes Nancy to see what her nights are like -1930s AU

[gaslightwestern]

Find the Word Tag

@winterandwords tagged me to search my WIP for bright, light, glow, and shine. Thank you! These are from Blackwater. The last one is new.

— Bright —

The sun was shining brighter than it had any right to. It warned the grasses not yet parched of the scorching summer ahead. As if the memory of its heat wasn’t burned into every speck of soil throughout the prairies.

— Light —

First light had come but it couldn’t compare to how bright and vibrant his eyes were under the neon blue. Gray tendrils seeped up as Arthur trailed down, kissing his fingers, his palm, then his wrist. The cigarette fell away.

— Glow —

Out of the corner of his eye, Blackwater almost passed for pretty with its lonely streets and countless buildings gilded by a hazy golden glow. Too bad the lights marred the night sky.

— Shine —

The sun peeked through, shining sporadic spotlights on Arthur as he jumped from one roof to another. His eyes kept straying to the streets below in search of John.

Tagging @asablehart, @sentanixiv, @words-after-midnight and @maddstermind. Your words are dark, memory, love, and dream.

[losingmymindrn]

You pull me in like the moon does the tide | coralbaird 1930s au

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Her back ached. Terribly. Her work was endless, and she always came home smelling like fish and seaweed. She was pushed into a pile of fish today, actually. Dead fish. A rancid smell, if too overwhelming. Coral just wanted to get home. Tugging at her collar, Coral stepped off the docks, the wet wood creaking under her weight. Now, women weren't technically supposed to be doing work at the docks, that was a man's job, after all. But she had earned her place. By force. She was paid less then her colleagues, but it was enough for a...

'COME NOW, WITNESS THE AMAZING COVEY!'

The bright lights on the sign nearly blinded her. The covey? What was that? Curious, Coral stepped closer, hands shoved in her pockets. "Ay, you wanna see 'em?" A voice called from behind her. She jumped and faced it. In front of her, stood a young man, a bit older than her, with light blonde hair and electric blue eyes, much brighter than her pale ones.

"Ah... perhaps. Who are they?" She asked the man. He smiled and pointed at the sign, where a woman covered in a red dress and colorful feathers stood with a guitar, singing into the mic. "The covey's are musicians, that one's name is Lucy gray. She has the smoothest voice I've ever heard. She's the lead singer." He said. Coral only nodded in response. "Seems... lovely." She said after a moment. "Now, I would love to go, but I don't got much to my name right now." She said with a disappointed sigh. If she had the money, she might've taken her little brother to go see 'the Covey.'

The man smiled at her. "I'm friends with Lucy gray, I can get you in." He offered. Coral turned to him, bewildered. "Really? Ya don't even know me!" She exclaimed. The man only laughed. "So? Everyone should be blessed with hearing her voice." Huh. Well, it would be rude to turn down such an offer... "Well. Alright." She agreed. He smiled at her. "Great, meet me at the Hob tonight, 6:50. And my name is Coriolanus, by the way." And with that, he was gone. Coral turned back to the sign. Well. Here's to a fun night tonight.

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Like promised, Coral met Coriolanus outside the Hob. Her little brother, Mizzen, had wanted to go, but apparently he wore himself out at school today, making him damn near collapse on the floor. Coriolanus greeted her, a man right by his side. "Coral, glad you can make it. This is Sejanus, my friend." By the way Sejanus was looking at Coriolanus, it didn't seem like they were 'just friends.' Coral nodded at him politely. "Let's head in, we want good seating." The blonde ushered them in, paying for entrance, and practically dragging her into the hob.

They did find good seat, right up front. "It starts at 7, so do you want anything while we wait?" Sejanus asked from his spot next to Coriolanus. "Nah, I'm good." She declined, focusing on the stage. Coriolanus had ordered drinks for them, because even though she declined wanting anything, she couldn't help but get a good ol' Blood and Sand. Soon enough, the spot lights were on, focusing on the stage, and out came the covey. She watched as they came forward, each holding their instruments close. But she was encapsulated by the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.

Lucy gray.

She had red feathers stuck in her curly dark hair. Carnelian eyeshadow brought out her brown eyes, one too many layers of ruby lipstick on her full lips. And a matching red dress clung to her body, making it impossible to look away. Cheers and hoots and hollers rose up from the crowd, but she was to slacken jaw to join. "Hm, red theme tonight." Coriolanus mused.

"Why, hiya y'all!" Lucy Gray grinned at the crowd, a brighter than the sun grin. She got cheers back from the crowd. "Oh I know, I know! It's been a little since I've been up here, huh?" Cheers again. Lucy gray giggles, and Coral could swear it was the most beautiful sound, more so than the calming waves. "Well don't cha worry, I've got many songs to make up for it!" More cheers.

Lucy Gray starts her song, and gods Coriolanus was right. She has the smoothest, loveliest voice known to man. She was memorized. But that's when Lucy Gray looks her in the eyes. Time stops.

The waves crashing outside the hob, gone. The cheers and screams inside, none existent. It was just them. Those brown doe eyes make her legs feel like jelly, and she was grateful for sitting down. She was in a trance. And it seemed as if Lucy gray was in one too. She skipped a line, letting the crowd finish it. But much too soon, Lucy Gray pulled her gaze away from her, back to the crowd. And oh...

Coral thinks she just fell in love.

[theartofdreaming1]

Some fanart for the wonderful Northanger Abbey/It Happened One Night (1934) fanfic "Behold the Walls of Jericho" by @amarguerite !

A great opportunity to look up some 30s fashion for once ^^

For the version on the right, I attempted to use filters and effects in Krita to create a more worn look... (still need some more time and tutorials to figure that stuff out)

[the-doxies]

Minerva: I would destroy the world for you

Poppy: Could you do the the dishes

Minerva: No

[spacedoutman]

【𝕻𝖞𝖌𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖔𝖓 | 𝕬 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘 𝖆𝖚】

(𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 18)

Description: Kiss was the perfect name for the infamous bank robbers who kissed everything goodbye to go out in a blaze of glory. Wreaking havoc on 1930s America, what happens when the chase ends?

♥ Paul Stanley x Reader

Note: I actually got Paul's gun type wrong, it's an m1917, i have to go back and recorrect that. But the bank robbery's finally happening. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: hella anxiety and some violence

𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 17 / 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙 1 / 𝖆𝖔3

You pieced your fingers together over the steering wheel, peeing through the mirror. Gene’s coat swung like a red blotch on white as they strode into the bank. You gulped down your fears. Paul’s smile, laugh, face—all rang in your head—‘but he’ll be fine, right?’

Paul sighed deeply. A couple people laughed and chattered as they followed behind. He relaxed, but he knew his darting eyes weren’t helping anything. A man shoved something in his greatcoat pocket as he slumped out. Gene’s gaze followed. Bobby stepped up. Paul followed. His heart thudded in his tight throat. Cold sweat dripped down his temple.

“Long day at work?” The teller’s happy voice flooded their ears. “You look tired.”

The guy in front of them rambled about his day as the two went about their business. Bobby took a long, deep breath. Gene shifted his weight in the corner of Paul’s eye. Paul clutched his wrist.

“Have a good day!” The teller cooed. The man chuckled and pranced off.

The three stepped up. Paul fought himself not to glance over his shoulder. ‘God.. are they okay out there?’ He thought, fighting not to glance at the window. Pillars of sand gladly took his shaking leg’s place. The person behind them sighed harshly, leaning over. Paul’s gaze snapped to Gene—who shifted his weight again. He loosely crossed his arms, looking down and lightly scratching his elbow.

Paul’s lips pursed.

‘What is he doing?’ His own sharp voice pierced his head. ‘He’s going to get us caught!’

Paul swore he could hear Gene’s heart thudding in his ear. ‘I-’

Gene composed himself. “Why hello there!” The teller’s eyes smiled as Gene leaned over the counter, perching his elbow on it and peering like a hawk down through the golden fence. “How do you do?” Paul peered over Gene’s shoulder. Bobby casually looked over the crowd. The teller was a a round-faced older gentleman, straight out of a silent film. His grin was toxic enough to soothe Paul’s nerves.

Paul looked back. Ace swayed a little, lightly scratching his arm and looking at the ground like a television. Paul’s jaw clenched. His gaze veered off to the guard, who stood in the corner—this man was no older than he was. His gelled brown hair framed his pale face. His eyes were large and brown with a sparkle one would have after falling in love or getting their dream job.

He rubbed the back of his neck, gazing at the polished wooden floor.

“Wonderful weather, yeah.” Gene sounded a little too relaxed. “It’s a shame you can’t enjoy it to its full extent, sir.”

Every inch of friendliness in Gene melted ominous. Gene swallowed hard. The bank teller’s eyes widened, his brows pressing down.

“.. Because this,”

Bobby whipped open his coat, spinning to face the crowd, gun in hand. Gene yanked out his rolling block, tossing Paul and Ace their guns. Paul scrambled to catch his.

“Is a stick up.” Gene finished more shakily and sharply than he would’ve liked.

The teller threw up his hands, stepping back. Bobby crept to the crowd. “Put your hands where we can see em’ and no one gets hurt!” He commanded, booming through the smaller bank. The crowd, angry, horrified or straight-faced did as told. Ace’s eyes widened. Bobby loosely gestured for him to come over. Ace froze on trembling legs.

Paul pushed him reassuringly. Ace jogged. Gene barreled around. CRASH! The gate slammed into the fence. The teller grit his teeth. “Unlock it and no one gets hurt!” Gene snapped viciously, mounting his rolling block firmly on his shoulder. White crowded his irises.

“God—god, here.” The teller quickly muttered, jamming his trembling hand in his pocket.

“Hurry the fuck up!”

Ace’s heart banged in his tightening guts. The thought of a bullet splitting him open haunted like whispers as he dug through the crowd’s pockets. A woman held out a shiny pearl necklace. Ace snatched it, swallowing down an apology. Bobby narrowed his eyes. The alarm was clear as a freshly cleaned window. Paul raced around the counter, snatching anything that even looked of value.

Gene blinked back tears. Ace’s breaths went quick and shallow. Paul stopped, clutching his chest as his lungs refused to drag in any air. Ace stumbled to a stop. “Keep going.” Bobby pushed. Ace stormed to the next man, towering over him.

“Gimme’ what you got.” He growled in his best intimidating voice though he shook like a ship in a sea storm.

The man took a deep, rigid breath. He glared up into Ace’s eyes, straightening himself out. Ace looked down, frowning intensely. “Just fuckin’ do it, make it any harder on you and you’ll be on the ground.” Ace knew he didn’t mean that. Ace grit his teeth-The man spit in his face. “You fucking-”

Gene glanced as Ace shoved the man against the wall.

“Stop!” Bobby snapped.

You glanced in the rear view mirror. Tick. Tock. People bustled past the door. No one bustled out of the door. Your heart jumped. You clutched your chest, fighting a war with yourself for even a pinch of control. Your breathing sped up. You rubbed your temple, setting your elbow on the wheel. You’d long pulled off. Cold sweat trickled down your face.

“You wanna play those fuckin’ games?” Ace quietly questioned. “We’ll see who-”

The teller glanced up. His gaze shot knives into Gene, who clutched his gun. “Hurry up!” He thundered. The teller held his chin up as he strode over to the vault. Gene scowled. Paul shot up, racing around the counter. He swept the sweat off his forehead. Bobby glanced at him. Paul glanced at Ace, who muttered threats to the man.

Paul gave a ‘go ahead’ nod. Bobby rushed to pull them apart. Paul pointed his gun at the crowd. “Please, please don’t hurt them!” A man begged.

“Just don’t do anything stupid and you’ll be fine.” Paul firmly replied though his voice broke like glass being stepped on. His blood pumped like hell, pushing every thought from his head.

“What the hell are you doing??” Gene hissed. “Can’t you go any faster?”

“Have you ever opened a safe?” The teller snapped back before-

“I-I’m going to have to ask you to put that down, sir..” A small voice breaking with terror rang through the room.

Paul’s blood ran cold. The guard stood behind the gate, pistol pointed right at Gene’s back. Gene slowly turned around. The guard wobbled so badly he’d fall into himself. “In the name of justice, the law..” He strangled the words from his throat, taking one hell of a hesitant step closer. Saying his hand shook was an understatement.

Paul’s blood ran cold. His head fell off his shoulders. His vision smeared. His head settled for one last moment of peace before--

BANG!

Then it all went silent.

[sentanixiv]

What a fool he had been. All because he had been too close to see what lay before his eyes.

- Blackwater (by gaslight)

A tribute to one of my favourite Morstons of all time. <3 Here's for you, @gaslightwestern

[anandabrat]

In which the pining reaches possibly epic proportions...

The intrepid @madronash is traveling today, so I will take the helm and post our chapter for today!

[arminsumi]

Eren and prompt 14 I could die for this 🥺

Me too! :( I think of this idea so often

Twilight Time

Prompt 14 / E. Jaeger

"You two have a secret love affair in a 1930s au"

Every day at twilight-time, Eren would secretly meet you at the riverbank.

Cws; kissing, romantic atmosphere

Notes; gn!Y/n, mail carrier!Y/n

Rec ♫ : Twilight Time

"Heavenly shades of night are falling... it's twilight time."

The approach of sunset always put Eren in an enigmatic daze. Excitement fluttered in his chest, because he knew that soon he would meet you at the riverbank.

His comrades wondered what it was that put him in such a peculiar mood, but only Armin figured out that you were the reason.

You know what gave it away?

Well, it was a simple slip-up, see, Eren and Armin were talking one day, just outside the captain's headquarters, when you came with mail.

For the briefest moment, Eren softened his expression at you, and you smiled in response. No words were spoken, but still Armin understood the affectionate exchange between the two of you.

The only time your affections didn't need to be veiled was at twilight time; when for only thirty minutes or less, you and Eren would enjoy each other's companies while watching the sun sink below the horizon.

Eren would nod to his superiors on his way out, keeping his chin high and eyes fixed ahead like he was about to go on patrol. But he knew, and Armin knew, that he only had one destination in mind; you.

And each time he caught a glimpse of your silhouette contrasting against the golden light, he felt a pang of affections in his chest.

When he greeted you at last, these affections began to thump, because you reached out to graze his cheek lovingly with your fingers.

"Sir, you look as tired as ever." You frowned and caressed him caringly.

"I'm alright..." He assured, standing tall in his jade uniform.

After a pause, he jokingly asked something that completely flustered you;

"Will you still refer to me as 'sir' even when we're married?"

Your eyes lit up, "Married!?" You squeaked, "Sir, you're flustering me."

He drew closer to you, amusement showing in the creased corners of his eyes.

"Y/n," He spoke softly and slowly, "It really is alright for you to call me by my name. I don't mind at all."

You lowered your gaze. Even if he was speaking gently, his presence was still quite intense.

"... I mean to say, I would like to hear you say my name." He admitted, and then looked away.

When you brought your gaze up to him, you couldn't believe what you saw; a stoic soldier such as himself was looking down and blushing in the sunset like a boy.

"Well, alright, sir — sorry, Eren-sir — ah, goodness, it'll take some getting used-to." You laughed shyly.

"That's alright, darling." He assured.

" 'Darling!?' " You squeaked again just like before.

The glow of sunset cast over him, as golden as honey, and showed just how deeply he was blushing at that slip-of-the-lip.

"Sorry..." He mumbled shyly.

"I don't mind..." You assured him quickly.

Then, you did what he least expected right then, and stood on your tiptoes to peck his lips.

Such a brief contact had caused his whole body to buzz with dopamine.

He reciprocated with a kiss so gentle that even a poet could not describe if they tried.

The cusp of sunset was over, and for that whole time, Eren kept close to you like a lover. Only the blue flowers around you knew of the secret intimacies shared.

"I do have to go, they will become suspicious if I'm away too long." Eren said after a while, and then he reluctantly rose to his feet.

"Oh, already?" You looked at him sadly.

He met your dreamy eyes and nearly fell to pieces. You looked angelic to him.

"I'm sorry, love. But we will meet again tomorrow." He said soothingly.

He leaned in for a kiss, and made it last longer than the others. You could understand all of his deepest affections in the way he pressed his lips against yours.

After pulling away, he sighed, "I wish twilight lasted longer..." He murmured sadly against your lips.

And so you two parted ways for the day, but Eren would see you again tonight in his dreams. And that would sate his heart until your next secret meeting at twilight-time.

I absolutely did not blush while writing this! Not at all!

[gweelczz]

“Cat Got Your Tongue?” Pt. 3

Rosalie Otterbourne × Black!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Suggestive, angst if you squint, Rosalie being the only woman ever, reader is a simp off rip reader is the sister of Cab Calloway and the cousin of Billie Holiday, Rosalie has rizz

Summary: Being in love she didn't know whether she was falling or flying but she was airborne either way... or a story about a woman falling head over heels for another woman in the 1930s

Y/N awoke with a slight panic coursing through her body. She leapt up out of the bed gathering her clothes in a frenzy being careful not to awake the beauty still laying in the bed. She made quick work of getting redressed quietly exiting the room but not before giving Rosalie a kiss to her forehead. She raced down the hall towards her cousin’s room with tears streaming down her cheeks. She was in distress and needed her Mother figure’s advice at the moment. Making it to Billie’s room she rapped on the door waiting patiently to be granted access.

The door swung open revealing a wild Billie Holiday with smudged eyeliner and a crooked ponytail that she’d fix later or even out with a flower. “Chile, whatcha goin on bout? What’s these tears fo’?” Billie quickly shushed her pulling her into the room before anyone could see her. “Billie we leave today! I just met the most wonderful woman in my life and I’ll never see her again! I’ll never be able to hear her sweet voice or hold her in my arms ever again!”. Billie raised an eyebrow as to silently ask who this mystery woman was, Y/N quickly catching on spoke her name into existence. “Rosalie, Ms. Rosalie Otterbourne. Believe the good lord sent her fo’ me Billie” Billie nodded completely understanding the feeling of what her cousin was feeling.

“Nah Nah just calm down honey! I’ll call Cab and we’ll get these sorted just sat down over there.” Billie spoke picking up the phone dialing Cab, “Hello? Cab? Yeah, this Billie.. mhm, yo sister in here inna fit uh tears.. mhm, sum bout Rosalie Otterbourne… hello? Cab?”. The phone was quickly disconnected followed by a rap on the door. Billie placed the phone down taking a glance at Y/N who was now sobbing by the window. She opened the door to reveal a disheveled Cab Calloway in the flesh breathing deeply. “Where she at Billie? She still hea?” Billie nodded moving to the side to let the distressed jazz singer/ band conductor inside.

“Twixy baby? What’s tha matter?” Can kneeled in front of Y/N gently holding her hands in his gazing up at her. He wiped her tears ready to listen to her fully. Y/N croaked out sniffing repeatedly “we’re leaving today and I’ll never see her again Foxy! God she’s so amazing and I want her so much yet we’ll neva cross paths again!”. She started sobbing all over again causing her brother to pull her into his arms rubbing her back softly. “Twixy baby I’ll push it back ya hear? Go wipe ya face and go get ya woman, Billie and I will follow ya down there for support. How’s that sound Twixy?” Cab raised his eyebrows at her with a soft smile

“Oh Foxy you’re wonderful!” Y/N cried out hugging his neck and kissing his cheek. She leaped up grabbing the Billie had sneakily laid out on the bed for her racing into the bathroom. She fixed herself up and rushed back out patting her hair making sure it looked good, “c’mon y’all we gotta go!”. She rushed back out of the room and towards the one her and Rosalie shared last night to find it empty, her heart dropped and she raced down to the lobby, Billie and Cab hot on her trail. She made it outside just in time to see the last luggage being loaded onto the tour bus. Panicking she yelled Rosalie’s name causing the other woman to turn around and glare. “Ah the rift raft is back after dippin out I see” her town icy to maybe the diamonds on her neck.

She had tears in her eyes as she turned to walk away causing Y/N to gently take her wrist. “Rosalie please! I can explain just please… hear me out?” Rosalie huffed but nodded leading Y/N into an alleyway. “What do you want rift raft? Aren’t you satisfied after throwin me out to dry like a toy!?” Rosalie was pissed with a mix of hurt as she spoke. “Rosalie please, last night meant more to me than just a one night thing, you’re the most wonderful woman I’ve ever met. My brother and I… our tour dates here were supposed to end today and I panicked thinking I wasn’t goin ever see you again.”

Rosalie listened silently as the woman spoke, her facial expression never changing. “I ran to my cousin’s room in tears she had to call my brother to calm me down.. he moved back the days so I could have more time with you! Rosalie please, I want you more than anything and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove that!”. Y/N was now once again in tears as she spoke reaching out to hold Rosalie’s waist who surprisingly let her. “You dumb girl” Rosalie giggled out grabbing Y/N by her cheeks kissing her deeply “next time tell me so I don’t feel like my heart is gettin ripped out my chest.”

Y/N breathed a sigh of relief kissing the woman back gripping her waist pulling her closer. “Aren’t you leaving baby? I saw the luggage getting packed up” Y/N whispered against Rosalie’s lips causing Rosalie to shake her head. “My aunt’s partner is but we’re not… in fact my aunt talked to your brother… we’re join ya on tour sunflower!” Y/N grinned widely picking Rosalie up twirling her slowly. Once placed back on the ground Rosalie took her hand leading her back to where her Aunt was standing. “Auntie this here is my girl Y/N Calloway” Salome smirked softly at the woman holding her hand out “pleasure to be joinin ya on tour, ya got a beautiful voice by the way”.

She the nudged Rosalie who held a smirk of her own, Y/N in turn swung around to face Cab with a glare. “I panicked for no damn reason Foxy!???” Cab laughed loudly walking back into the hotel with Billie and Salome. Rosalie took her hand leading her back into the hotel whispering into her ear “let’s go get reacquainted with each other Hmm?” Y/N blushed following her in “yes ma’am”

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Avatrice 1930s AU snippet

Easy, Beatrice thought, kissing Ava. Easy, she thought, tasting Ava’s faintly buttery lips. “Easy,” she said aloud, and ever so gently tugged Ava’s shirt up and out from where it had been tucked into her shorts. Her hands slid easily over Ava’s stomach; both of them were hot and damp with sweat from the humidity. The contact did not make Ava shiver, but rather it made her fall further into Beatrice and sigh.

In a move similar to the one she had done in the morning, Beatrice slipped her fingers between the waistband of Ava’s shorts and the skin of Ava’s stomach. Again, Ava felt the hard press of Beatrice’s ring against her flesh, except now it was warm from their shared body heat, when in the morning it had been startlingly cool.

“Easy,” Ava said back, and she smiled against Beatrice’s mouth.

The deep, verdant peace of the greenhouse was abruptly shattered by a voice yodelling through the greenery. 

“Yoohoo!”

Beatrice and Ava, in their collective shock, leapt apart like two tightly wound springs.

Beatrice dodged the irises behind her by mere centimetres and only slightly clipped her ankle against the table. With that catastrophe avoided, she then promptly stumbled back into a hanging pot of dangling red hot cat’s tails, whose flopping tendrils slapped directly into her open mouth and made her cough. 

Ava did not dodge the irises; she careened back-first into the plant pot behind her, making it rock dangerously on its plate and crumble dirt onto her shirt.

Someone was walking crisply, though cautiously, down the aisle towards them. Ava extracted herself from the plant pot, hastily brushing her shirt free of loose soil and tucking it back in her shorts. She had no time to check on Beatrice because just then Michael appeared, shouldering through the jungle of overhanging flora and smiling broadly.

As soon as she saw him, Ava relaxed her shoulders and practically wheezed out, “Michael. You scared me.” Though Ava realised, belatedly, that it really couldn’t have been anybody else; she didn’t know many people who actually said yoohoo with a serious face –well, apart from Michael, apparently. 

“Did I?” Michael’s brows locked together as he gazed from Ava to Beatrice.

Ava had gotten over her shock significantly faster than Beatrice, and so she turned and began tugging at Beatrice’s sleeve to get her attention. “Bea,” she hissed.

“Yes? What?” Beatrice replied absently. She was in the middle of the arduous task of methodically picking little red bits of flower fluff off of her tongue and hadn’t quite noticed what was going on around her.

Ava shot Michael a quick apologetic smile that seemed to say, Oh, typical Beatrice. You know how she is, always grazing on the Acalyphas. Then she turned her back on him to collar Beatrice. “Michael,” she whispered savagely out of the very confines of her mouth, punctuating the two syllables with icy insinuation.

Beatirce’s eyes widened, and she peered over Ava’s shoulder to smile uneasily at Michael, who, entirely unperturbed, waved back at her with a winsome smile. Beatrice hastily spat out a few more bits of flower and moved to stand beside Ava rather than in front.

“Well!” Michael said. “Beatrice and Miss Silva! I’m glad I caught you both.” 

Beatrice gulped down a final mouthful of cat's tails and turned a concerning shade of grey. “Caught?” she said waveringly. Her voice had taken on the tremulous quality of an innocent man receiving a guilty sentence.

“I heard noise coming from the greenhouse and noticed that the door was open. I thought the blasted foxes had gotten in again.” Michael, as oblivious and jocular as ever, was bouncing merrily on the balls of his feet, looking pleased to see them.

Beatrice, whose brief fit of terror at the thought of having been caught red-handed spooning behind the curtains had passed, cooled into irony, and she said, dryly, “Our mistake,” which Ava promptly elbowed her in the ribs for.

“Was there anything you needed me for?” Ava asked. “Something about my proposals?”

“Oh, yes,” Michael said, snapping his fingers. “I mean, no. I’ve come to invite you both for drinks this afternoon. We left off so strangely the other day. Besides, you two are jollier company than Koi fish.”

Beatrice blinked aggressively in Michael’s direction, but Ava, taking her to the side again, smiled lopsidedly and said under her breath, “Come on, Bea. Lets.”

Beatrice shot a few more hostile blinks at Michael before inclining her head and saying, “Five O'clock.”

Ava broke out into an irrepressibly glorious smile, and, forgetting herself (or rather, remembering herself and why she liked Beatrice such a tremendous amount), she bounced up and gave Beatrice a smacking kiss on the cheek. 

Michael turned from where he had been inspecting a slightly crooked iris and clapped his hands. “Five O’clock,” he said. “Excellent. I’ll tell Gordon to set up the terrace.”

And so Beatrice was left gulping and blinking amidst the cat’s tails, trailing slack-jawed after Ava and Michael as the two of them discussed what cocktails they would mix.

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1930s Steddie AU - undercover

Steve takes Eddie to his apartment in the city centre after he looses his job at the cabaret but,

to get out of the inner city without dept collectors catching on he has to borrow a disguise from Steve’s long term childhood friend, Nancy Wheeler.

Eddie: you don’t have to stare at me like that I know I stick out like a sore thumb here

Steve: No you um, you look good