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inthehytes · 1 year

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sashnetra and 43 pls!! (bonus: they kiss >:3)

This was such a fun way to get back into writing, I really hope you like it!!! <3

(Also my inbox is always open if anyone wants to request anything!!)

43. “You’re really beautiful.”

Anetra took a steadying breath as she reviewed the list in front of her. Only one name remained without a small check mark next to it, Sasha Colby.

She didn’t hate Sasha, far from it in fact. She’s been harboring a crush on the senior since last year when she and Sasha had been paired together on a group project. Sasha was everything Anetra liked in a person, caring and compassionate, quick and witty. If it hadn’t been for Sasha, Anetra was sure she would have failed the project and probably the class.

A quiet knock on the workroom’s door sent a flurry of nerves through her stomach while she watched Sasha enter, dropping her bag on the nearest table. Anetra cursed Luxx and Selena’s timing, wishing one of them was in the room to make the air less awkward. Luxx had gone out an hour ago in search of more thread at the craft store and Selena a half hour later to find her.

“Hey, Sasha. Good to see you again.” Anetra smiled, playing with the metal ends of the tape measure that hung around her shoulders. She tried not to stare but couldn’t help letting her eyes linger even if it was for a moment too long.

“Hey baby, did they leave you all alone in here?” Her smile was bright as she walked close enough for Anetra to smell the sweet perfume she was wearing.

“Something like that, Selena thinks Luxx got distracted by the bodega guy on the corner again instead of going out for what she was supposed to get.” Anetra chuckles at the memory of the last time Selena had to go out to find Luxx when a trip ran too long. “Do you want to get started? It won’t take long I promise. I’m sure you’ve got something better to do with your Friday night.”

“Better than hanging out with you and a bunch of creepy mannequins? Never.” The grin on her face turned more playful, her gaze lingering on the flush that creeped up Anetra’s neck and ears. “Jacket on or off?”

“Off please, it’ll be more accurate this way.” Sasha accepted Anetra’s reasoning and stripped off her fluffy coat. Anetra directed her to the homemade platform they had crafted out of spare wood from last year’s spring show and got to work.

Sasha was quiet as Anetra worked, getting her general measurements before moving on to the more specific ones that Sasha’s costume would require. By the time she got to Sasha’s chest she was almost able to forget the fact that it was Sasha. Until her tape kept slipping around Sasha’s bust and Anetra began to get flustered.

“Are you alright? You’ve been staring for a minute now.” Sasha’s voice was laced with concern and Anetra saw her hand twitch where it lay by her side like she wanted to lay it on Anetra’s shoulder. The younger girl jumped, pulling away from Sasha and letting the tape fall to the ground with wide eyes.

“I’m so sorry Sasha! The tape kept slipping and I couldn’t get the number right and you’re really pretty and smell nice. It's kind of distracting and I-“ Anetra cuts herself off, eyes widening further (a feat Sasha wasn’t sure was even possible).

“Easy honey, I was just teasing.” Her hand really does move now, reaching to rub Anetra’s arm soothingly. Her hands are just as soft and warm as she thought they would be and it takes everything in Anetra’s body not to lean into the touch. “For what it's worth I think you’re really pretty too. Hell, I’ve been trying to get your attention for the better half of the semester.”

“You, you have?” Anetra feels dumbstruck as she gazes up at Sasha, searching for a lie in her eyes but finding nothing but fondness and warmth.

“Mhmm, I was planning on asking you to dinner when we were finished here, but you seemed to have beaten me to the punch on confessing.” She steps down from the podium, right into Anetra’s space. They’re almost the same height now, Sasha only having a few inches on her. “Anetra?”

She’s too lost in the way her name sounds on Sasha’s lips to formulate a coherent response, stuttering out a quiet hum. Sasha’s free hand reaches up to cup Anetra’s face, manicured thumb stroking a soft path against her cheek.

“I’d like to kiss you now if that’s alright with you?” They’re almost nose to nose now as Sasha leans in. Anetra can faintly smell mint on her breath like she’d been chewing gum before she came. She can hear her pulse in her ears and has to take a steadying breath before she can answer with the press of her lips against Sasha’s own.

They would both be long gone by the time Selena and Luxx returned. The sheet with Sasha’s half finished measurements lay on the ground next to Anetra’s abandoned tape measure.

#Anetra #sasha colby #dr s15 #sashnetra #the return of wren writes :)

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cdaisychain · 3 days

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here is a short thing about cnunkiss thru clulus eyes : )

HI LUXX ;; OHH MY GODDD HOW I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH- i’m so, so sorry for the late reply, please know i love you and i hope you’re doing good, oh my god this made me tear up

whenever i see your work i just get so excited, i want to latch onto it all and make it count.. your writing style is so beautiful and so fresh, so filled with love and the intimacy of being alive. i love you and i’m so happy this universe we’ve created is so inspiring.. oh my god, i’m so happy, aaaaa i just want to read this over and over again, the descriptions here are so rich and sweet :(((((

i love how you’ve written ckissu here, the motif with the unkempt collars a very small example of how he doesn’t regard these things; preferring to let it be. how kissus perception of nunki differs from lulu’s. how lulu is willing to degrade herself to uplift them. you can feel lulu’s uncertainty and self-conscious view of herself that breaks my heart. how she adores them both in different ways. it hurts so sweetly and so much. i cannot stop thinking of “the prey animal part of you shivers, the rest of you keens”, god i’m in love uaaa.. their relationship is so sheep and dog and it is built upon trust, affection, and fear. are you protecting me? will you sink your teeth into me at any moment? how capable of it are you? how long can loyalty and devotion last? how far? so sick and tense but they care for each other so much it’s indescribable, friendship is a fragile thing but they’ll continue caring until the end. the three have such interesting, bold, and sickly mixed feelings sometimes and i think that little tragedy of not being as close as they /could have been/ is perfect. thank you so much for bearing your heart to me i love you. i hope you’ll write some more i love you so much :((( uaaaa i can’t even say all i want to say, i hope we can feel it instead

#dsmpsona #UAAAAAAAAA #PLEASE READ THIS :(((( OH GOODNESSS

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slutnali · 1 month

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3 Concepts and a Dare

tagged by mi amor @sweetlikesunflowersandhoney 💜💜

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re dumb.”

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

2. Three concepts:

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

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

oh and masc dykenetra my utmost beloved

b. another wip i'm planning to write:

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

c. a concept thats up for grabs:

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

3. the dare:

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

4. tagging:

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

#tag games

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artificialqueens · 1 year

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[WIP] Untitled Vampire AU (Sasha Colby x Anetra) - Quidnunc

A/N: Basically, I re-watched What We Do In The Shadows and this idea has been bouncing around my head for weeks, so I’m giving it a go. Essentially, Sasha is head of a house of vampire roommates, Anetra is her long-suffering FWB (familiar-with-benefits) and she has just woken up from being badly injured during a hunter’s raid. This scene is from around the middle of the story, but it wouldn’t leave me.

This is my first time posting here and I honestly don’t know when I’ll get the rest of the story up, but I adore this pairing and I’m hoping that sharing will give me some motivation, so - voila!

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Anetra returns to consciousness in slow, halting increments. Her chest is a heavy, aching pulse. Her head throbs. The pain is everything and for a long time she lies suspended in it, unable to do anything but let it wash over her in waves.

She’s dimly aware of people around her. They speak quietly, moving around the room at intervals. Occasionally someone holds her hand. She hasn’t the strength to squeeze back. It’s like all her strings have been cut. When she’s awake, she drifts. When she sleeps, it’s uneasy and fractured and does nothing to sate her exhaustion. Or the cold.

It’s so, so cold. As she gradually becomes more cognisant, she registers that there are blankets piled on top of her. Every part of her is covered except her face. But she still shivers. She can’t open her eyes, can’t move her tongue, but she can feel every hair standing on end, the boney chatter of her teeth in her skull. She wonders if she’s dying, but falls back asleep before she can worry about it too much.

When she wakes again, she’s even colder. There are voices very close by.

“Be careful -”

“I got her. You hold the door.”

There’s an arm beneath her shoulders, another under her knees. She’s lifted from the bed, and the redistribution of weight sends the pain flooding to whole new places. Anetra tries to protest, but all that comes out is a garbled groan. She’d be embarrassed if she had the energy.

“I know, honey. I’m sorry.”

The person’s voice is accented. Familiar, but she doesn’t remember who it belongs to. She doesn’t remember much, actually, and she has no idea where she’s being taken.

The new room is warm and steamy. Slightly herbal-smelling. When hands start undressing her she experiences a dull spark of alarm, but the pain is enervating enough that she just lets it happen. It’s not like she’s in any state to fight back.

It makes sense when she’s gathered up again and set down in a bath. Well: technically, she’s deposited into somebody else’s arms, who then very carefully sits down in the tub with her, but, whatever. Semantics. The only thing Anetra cares about right now is the hot water enveloping her. It’s heavenly.

Whoever’s holding her guides her backwards to lean on them, supporting her in the water. Anetra is grateful; she doesn’t think she could hold her head up alone. Her body is still kitten-weak but the heat feels viscerally good, leaching the pain out of her like poison from a wound. It’s such a relief: to be warm, to be surrounded by sweet-scented steam, to be touched gently. To feel something that doesn’t hurt. She thinks she could fall asleep, just like this. And then she does.

——

She wakes, an indeterminate amount of time later, to soft voices conversing above her. This time she can remember who they belong to.

“She looks a little better. Don’t you think she’s looking better?”

Luxx.

“She’s got more colour. Sasha, is she still shaking?”

Loosey.

“No, she stopped a while back,” and oh, that’s Sasha. It’s Sasha who’s holding her, Sasha who’s cradling her head in the crook of her neck, making a safe little home for her. The reverberations of her voice are comforting, like a heartbeat.

“We should get her out soon,” Loosey says. She doesn’t sound too happy about it.

Neither does Sasha.

“Do we have to? She’s so relaxed.”

“And quiet,” drawls Luxx from somewhere to her left. “Finally.”

Anetra frowns into Sasha’s neck, irrationally proud of herself for moving her own face. Has she been loud? Her throat is raw, but she assumed that was from sleep and disuse. She hopes she hasn’t been screaming in her sleep - that would be embarrassing.

“I just don’t want the wound to reopen,” Loosey’s saying, and that gets Anetra’s attention. She’s been injured then. Badly, to go by how horrendous she feels and how gentle they’re being with her. (What happened? She’s not quite sure. Something to do with fire, and Kerri, and her mo-)

The thought has barely formed when white-hot pain slices through her chest. Anetra cries out involuntarily, and then there’s a flurry of motion around her, hands levering her upright, feeling at her chest. At the wound, she registers hazily, blinking at the swathes of white dressing taped over her breastbone. Right where her tattoo should be. That’s where she’s hurt.

It’s only after a few moments of jaw-clenching agony that she realises her eyes are open. That’s something, at least. The ringing in her ears takes longer to fade, so she feels the noise she’s making before she hears it: loud, shocky yelps that shake through her whole body like an earthquake. God, she hopes this isn’t what Luxx was talking about. She can feel and hear efforts to soothe her, but everything is too much.

Gradually, the pain recedes. Individual voices come back into focus. Everyone seems to be talking at once.

“She needs more pain relief -”

“We need to get her to bed -”

“I’ll get the twins. You good to stay with her?”

“Always,” says Sasha, in that voice she uses when someone’s asking the obvious and she’s trying to be polite. Like, of course I’m good. Of course I’ve got her. Duh. Even through her pain, Anetra smiles. The corners of her mouth crack, but whatever. Sasha’s got her. That’s okay then.

Loosey and Luxx both leave the room - they both look older than usual, which she will not be mentioning - and it’s just her and Sasha.

It takes more effort than it should to turn her head back into Sasha’s neck, but it’s worth it. Worth it to rest in the dark and warm, to inhale the smoke-and-cinnamon smell of her skin. Sasha’s hand cups the nape of her neck, rubbing little circles with her thumb, and God, Anetra’s missed this. Even in her sleep, even on the knife’s edge of death, she’s managed to miss this. Her eyes are hot with how good it feels.

Sasha’s arms tighten around her. She presses a hard kiss into Anetra’s hair, murmurs, “It’s okay, shh. You’re okay.” Her lips stay there for a long while, and that’s nice. It’s all so nice, the water and the warmth and being held like this. Anetra burrows deeper into the hollow of Sasha’s throat, hums assent against her skin. Yeah, she’s okay.

——

When she wakes again, she’s even colder. There are voices very close by.

“Be careful -”

“I got her. You hold the door.”

“I know, honey. I’m sorry.”

The person’s voice is accented. Familiar, but she doesn’t remember who it belongs to. She doesn’t remember much, actually, and she has no idea where she’s being taken.

——

She wakes, an indeterminate amount of time later, to soft voices conversing above her. This time she can remember who they belong to.

“She looks a little better. Don’t you think she’s looking better?”

Luxx.

“She’s got more colour. Sasha, is she still shaking?”

Loosey.

“We should get her out soon,” Loosey says. She doesn’t sound too happy about it.

Neither does Sasha.

“Do we have to? She’s so relaxed.”

“And quiet,” drawls Luxx from somewhere to her left. “Finally.”

Gradually, the pain recedes. Individual voices come back into focus. Everyone seems to be talking at once.

“She needs more pain relief -”

“We need to get her to bed -”

“I’ll get the twins. You good to stay with her?”

Loosey and Luxx both leave the room - they both look older than usual, which she will not be mentioning - and it’s just her and Sasha.

#wip wednesday #rpdr fanfiction #s15 #sasha colby #anetra #anetra x sasha #loosey laduca #luxx noir london #hurt/comfort #quidnunc #tw injury #(jfc your tagging is perfect I love you don't go! -v)

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alittlebitgoofy · 1 year

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lovesick melody (luxx/spice)

i am so obsessed with these two it's not even funny so ofc i put them together into a fic bc i'm what? biased and gay for them. also it's a fun dynamic (tw for drug usage)

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Despite what she told herself, Luxx would be lying if she said she didn’t get lonely from time to time when seeing couples. They didn’t need someone else to feel confident, relationships seemed so draining from everything she’d seen in highschool. So why did some ditzy girl who could tell her the entire history of bratz dolls, but couldn’t do basic math make her head spin this much.

That didn’t stop the onslaught of feelings that were waiting round the corner though, no matter how much denial there was. The amount of times that damn feeling crept up into their chest made Luxx want to scream, though confessing this to anyone would be the worst of all.

No matter how many times they told themself this would pass, it grew deeper just to spite her. Luxx swore she hadn’t had this intense of a reaction to feelings before. Crushes happened; she just pushed forward because no one was like her and it would’ve caused more pain than it was worth to explore those feelings. No, this was different. A sickeningly sweet smile that only ever seemed directed to her. That was what broke her from denying it any more.

Spice wasn’t the most aware person, they were thankful for that. She never noticed a change in behaviour and never questioned why Luxx would go quiet occasionally, usually when she took personal space to be a mere suggestion and pulled them impossibly close.

Unfortunately Sugar made up for her twins lack of perception, raising an eyebrow whenever she walked into their shared dorm to see Spice curled up against Luxx, the most calm she ever looked, smiling serenely up at her friend like she was the only person to ever show interest in her.

She was too loving for their heart, anyone else would at least limit their feelings but Spice never faked her feelings, the affection in her actions was obvious to anyone but it felt different when she spent time alone with Luxx. She didn’t hesitate as she did in any social situations without Sugar, even with Luxx by her side.

That was another thing that both warmed and hurt their heart, Spice seemed so on edge in any social situations without her twin. The way she always stayed at Luxx’s side and would fall quiet as soon as someone said she was talking too much, throwing an occasional glance to her friend with a weak smile. Getting her to open up after one too many people jokingly told her to shut the fuck up wasn’t too hard. She wore her heart on her sleeve, no matter how much she didn’t want to.

Seeing her cry was one of the most heart wrenching things Luxx ever experienced, swearing they could feel everything Spice described, crying her eyes out as all her pent up frustrations became too much to bear. That was the first time she knew she was whipped, unable to say no to Spice’s pleading eyes when she asked if they could hold her for a minute. That moment turned into a few hours, the brunette curled her way into Luxx’s arms, head leant against her chest and sat in silence until her emotions calmed. Even after she had come down, Luxx couldn’t find it in herself to let go, letting Spice put on a film and stay put in their arms. Spice was intoxicating in a way she didn’t know another person could be. Her mind seemed to short circuit whenever she got close, which was difficult when she was a koala in human form, always pulling Luxx in for a hug and lingering as long as she possibly could. Spice’s affectionate ways got a few side glances, mostly from mutual friends who knew Luxx did not like to be touched, unless you were an emo brunette with heels bigger than your iq.

That was what had led them to where they were, too many thoughts circling around their head as a stoned Spice had curled her way around them, arms circled around Luxx’s waist pulling her so close their bodies were practically one entity. Her head sleepily leant against their shoulder, occasionally letting out a content hum or zoning back into the conversation when her name got called. How Jax had managed to sneak in enough for the four of them they didn’t know but Spice was already there when they came back with Marcia so she got to join in.

Luxx’s attention was brought to the phone buzzing next to her, Spice seemingly unaware of the fact her phone had been vibrating on and off for the past ten minutes. She got brought back to reality after as Jax threw a balled up piece of paper, Spice letting out a small whine a solid ten seconds after it hit her.

“Spice, your phone.” They spoke after Spice turned her attention to the direction the paper came from. “My phone?” She blinked, glancing around to try and find it and failing miserably. “It’s been buzzing for like the past 10 minutes.”

“My phone?” She spoke slower that time, as if questioning if she even owned a phone. How could she be sure it was hers?

Jax shook their head, Marcia poorly concealed her amusement and Luxx just stared at the girl in awe of how few thoughts were in her head. “Yes your phone, who else’s phone-” Jax grumbled, frustrated at the sheer lack of processing power in Spice. She took a few seconds, nodding thoughtfully at them before opening her mouth to speak again. “...your phone?” She questioned, tilting her head to the side as she spoke. “No my phone is over here, Luxx’s is on charge. It’s your phone that’s going off.” Jax let out a long sigh, Marcia full on cackling at Spice’s antics. Luxx just continued to watch, curious as to if she’d finally get it or continue to question what a phone was. “Oh! My phone!” Spice’s brain finally shifted into gear, picking up her phone from beside Luxx and scrolling through before turning back up to Luxx with a pleading look in her eyes.

“Luxx, what does it say? My brain isn’t braining.” “You really shouldn’t have had another brownie,” Luxx muttered, taking the phone from Spice and beginning to read through the barrage of texts she had received. Of course they were all from Sugar, informing her of every thought, broken by the occasional minute or an addition she realised she wanted to make after the original message had been sent. “It’s Sugar. She’s asking if you’re coming back, said she’s gone out so she won’t see you.” “Who’s she gone with?” “She didn’t say.”

“Maybe she’s going with a ghost.” Spice’s eyes went wide and it took all of Luxx’s self control not to burst out laughing then and there.

“I don't think- maybe she is actually you never know.” They shrugged, unable to suppress a smile when Spice squeezed their hand in thanks, smiling sweetly as she pocketed her phone.

“Are you not going to reply?” Spice blinked a few times, before pulling her phone back out of her pocket and sliding it into luxx’s hands.

“Yes?” “I’ll tell her you’re coming back, and get you back to your dorm cause you’re too fucked to do it by yourself.” Luxx responded to the text, not hesitating to include how it was her texting on Spice’s phone because she was too stoned to string a coherent thought together.

“I think I ate too much.” The brunette spoke up suddenly, her eyelids fluttering as she leant forward to go back to leaning on Luxx.

“You think?” They couldn’t help but be soft with Spice, stroking her hair as she burrowed into their shoulder.

“Tired.” She let out a muffled word, quickly followed by a yawn. Luxx felt relief trickle into her as she realised Spice was too out of it to realise how much she was enjoying this. Her reflexes were slow, all she really could do was be affectionate and speak occasionally. The intimacy was something Luxx would always try to avoid but god damn it Spice was too cute to say no to.

Luxx glanced over their shoulder to the sight of Jax in Marcia’s lap, kissing them as if no one else was in the room, letting out a groan at the display of affection. “Get a room.” “Didn’t you say you were going to take Spice back to her dorm?” Jax shot back, focusing their attention back on Marcia as Luxx scoffed. “I am, have fun being gay.” “Oh, we will.”

Keeping Spice upright as they walked was a difficult enough job as is, even in their hazy state Luxx could be the responsible one when needed. The taller girl had leant half her body against them, shuffling after as Luxx led the way. The walk was quiet though not uncomfortable. Luxx wondered if Spice could even string a sentence together in this state, the fatigue in her obvious from the way her eyes were already starting to flutter before she shook herself awake.

“Luxx?” Spice spoke up in somewhat of a whine, a pleading tone that coming from anyone else would be grating, yet from her was somehow endearing.

“Yeah?” “Stay, I like you.”

Her hands lightly tugged at Luxx’s shirt, inching them closer to her. Another thing she could get away with that no one else would. They stared her down in faux resistance, relenting when Spice’s pout became too hard to resist. Her arms immediately wrapped around Luxx’s waist, leaning her head on their shoulder. Spice let out a content hum, dragging Luxx into the bed with her. They couldn’t help but stare, watching as Spice’s lips curled into a smile, her eyes half lidded as she glanced over to Luxx with a sleepy grin.

Luxx could have sworn time slowed for a second, they became painfully aware of every feeling in their body as Spice curled around them, listening to her breathing even out. She fit perfectly into their side, her arms sprawled out on top of them. Half in a spooning gesture and half just so she could spread out.

Fuck. She was down bad.

It wasn’t enough Spice had practically been a weighted blanket for the majority of the night and Luxx had no complaints. It wasn’t that she had asked nicely for them to stay with her while she fell asleep and of course the answer was a yes. It was this, the affection, the pure love in her eyes every time she smiled at them. God damn it, why was this absolute bimbo taking every shred of feeling inside of Luxx and turning it to 11 just by existing.

This was going to create problems tomorrow, namely both of them sober, realising the situation. Sugar would no doubt see this and grill the pair until she got a decent answer. It could strain things, it could be awkward but the nervous joy that bubbled up as Spice slept next to her was enough to make Luxx think it was worth it.

This feeling was sickening, though no matter how much they tried to resist it came crawling back. The world had it out for her, but maybe Spice was worth the pain of feeling all these things.

#spice #luxx noir london #rpdr fanfiction #s15 #spluxx

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teamluxx · 1 year

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i was never cut out for prom queen.

a luxxcia fic

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A/N; for all the queers that have been loving luxxcia recently, this ones dedicated to u

C/W; there is a short scene where someone is grabbed without consent ! just wanted to put that just in case

Balloons, a huge teddy bear, a massive sign, the whole nine yards. Written in horrible calligraphy on a dollar tree posterboard: “PROM?”

Luxx fakely smiled at the sign, mastering the art of it for years now. She was asked by a guy she didn’t even know the name of, and didn’t really care to know. He was attractive, well, not to her, but probably to everyone else. A jock type, obsessed with his looks, but not in a charming way.

She only accepted his proposal for popularity reasons, not knowing him but not caring. As long as her status was elevated.

It was only 3 days before prom, and she was worried she would have to go alone, but she was glad someone finally pulled through and asked her, even if it wasn’t someone she wanted.

“I got a prom date,” Luxx said plainly as she sat down at her usual seat in the back of the class.

“Really? Oh my gosh, Luxxie! That’s so exciting!” Marcia beamed, her head leaning on her hand as she turned to face Luxx.

Marcia was Luxx’s best friend. They’d been friends since middle school after Luxx moved to New York from New Jersey. Luxx had loved how bright and bubbly Marcia was, and she perfectly complimented her over-the-top personality. So they instantly clicked.

“It’s whatever,” Luxx responded, setting down the huge bear she had been gifted behind her seat. “Do you want this? It’s not really me,” she asked, pointing to the candies, pink flowers and the aforementioned stuffed bear.

Marcia smiled, nodding quickly. “I’d love them,” she responded, reaching out to take the chocolates off her hands. Marcia had a sweet tooth, always saying that the sugar “helped her keep her sweet personality.”

Luxx, for the 2 days left before prom, spent all her time practicing her makeup and her hair so she would look perfect when the day came. Her best friend would be going as well, so they would both get ready at her house. Luxx always spent a lot of time at Marcia’s, thinking of that more as her home than where she actually lived.

The day of, Luxx had finally picked what she was going to wear. A long, dark blue, crushed velvet dress that had a slit down her right leg and a cut out on her sides. Of course, being as smart as she was, though, she wore a large white coat to cover all the holes that the school definitely wouldn’t allow.

Marcia’s pink babydoll dress was exactly her style, a huge 60s style hair bump adorning her head with white vinyl gogo boots on her feet. She looked like she was ripped straight out of Hairspray.

Marcia was the designated driver of their friendship. Luxx gets far too angry on the road, and it was always hilarious to see Marcia have road rage.

When the girls had arrived, they were about 20 minutes late, because Luxx always had to be “fashionably late,” which actually meant she had horrible time management and was never ready when she was supposed to be.

The first hour was boring, and Luxx’s date was nowhere in sight. She had searched every inch of the gymnasium, but all hope was inevitably lost. Luxx didn’t want to spend any time with him, anyways, so it wasn’t really a fuss.

“This sucks,” Luxx yelled to Marcia over the music. “I wish I would’ve smoked a blunt before this.”

“Yeah… But hey, at least we’re here together, right…?” Marcia replied, smiling weakly.

“You’re right. We haven’t been to a dance together since middle school.”

When Luxx had finished her sentence, she felt a hand wrap around her waist as she was pulled towards someone. She instantly turned around, smacking the arm of whoever it was that had touched her and pushing them away. She looked at them, pissed expression plastered onto her face. It was her date that just decided to show up.

“What is your problem?” He asked, clearly upset by her actions. “You’re my date.”

“I might be your date, but that does not give you the right to touch me,” she retorted, pushing him back once more

Before she knew it, a cold, bright red liquid was spilt onto her front and all over her coat. She gasped, loudly screaming as she looked to see the boy smiling at her. “What is wrong with you?!” She yelled, staring up at him, enraged.

She looked at him once more, scoffing as she walked away, deciding not to fight with him. Marcia looked at him, shocked, quickly following behind Luxx, assuming they were probably heading to her car.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” Luxx huffed, taking the coat off and flipping it inside out. “The one fucking time I go somewhere where my reputation is important and someone ruins it for me. I can never have anything.” Marcia doesn’t respond, assuming Luxx just needed a moment to let her emotions out.

“And to think that I thought he wasn’t going to come. To think that I was going to be safe from shitty boys for one fucking night.”

Marcia had already unlocked the car door before Luxx made it there, practically throwing herself inside. Marcia made her way quickly towards the drivers seat. “Do you want to go back to mine…?” Marcia carefully asks, followed by a nod from Luxx, who had thrown her coat into Marcia’s backseat.

The drive to Marcia’s house is silent, only about 10 minutes away from their school. When they arrived, Luxx sifted through her purse, having a key to Marcia’s, unlocking the door without thinking as she made her way up the stairs.

Following closely behind, Marcia triple checked that her car and the front door were locked before making her way up to her room. Luxx was sat in front of Marcia’s vanity, staring at herself. Marcia tentatively sat on the edge of her bed, brows furrowed as she looked at Luxx.

“Is there just something wrong with me?” Luxx asked, breaking the silence. “Do people want to make a joke out of me? To use me because I would do anything to just fit in somewhere?”

“Luxxie…” Marcia started, getting up from her spot on the bed, standing behind her and wrapping her arms carefully around her neck. “That’s not true. You’re beautiful. And you do fit in somewhere,” she quietly assured.

Luxx looked up at Marcia in their reflection, offering her a weak and small smile, appreciating her words. “Thanks, Marsh. I just… hate that this always happens to me. I can never have anything. Something always goes wrong and people do something to me just for the fun of it. I don’t have anyone.”

“You have me,” Marcia says weakly, smiling at her in the mirror. “And you’ll always have me. Because I love and care about you and I never want anything bad to happen to you. You’re important to me. And you deserve everything good in this world.”

It takes Luxx a moment to realize that Marcia was right. She did have her. Through everything that had ever happened. Through shitty boyfriends, bad haircuts, panic attacks. And the more she thought about it, Marcia was the only person she needed. Marcia was the only person that Luxx wanted.

Luxx lets out a breath, turning her body on the chair. “Can I kiss you?” Luxx asks, seemingly out of the blue in a hurried tone. Her eyes look at Marcia’s, face plastered with worry.

Marcia’s lips curl into a small smile, nodding. “I’ve been wanting you to ask me that for years.”

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O M G okay in the way that lulu idolizes nunki and sees him as an angel from actual heaven LOWKEYYY like the knight she used to dream about coming to save and protect her and guide her etc etc i think she would come to love kissu as not only a friend but as a protector seeing as she cannot fight for SHIT which resolves in her being a passive fighter utilizing traps and such. i think kissu being an in your face active predator when it comes to fighting and terrorizing would make her feel simultaneously safe and fearful bc she would feel like she never had to be scared of getting hurt with someone like him around while also getting huge stomach aches and bouts of stress and anxiety from the inherit wrongness of it all. MUCH TO PONDERRRRR sorry for word vom EEEEK

ohh my god LUXX ;; 🖤 PLEASE never apologize for telling me your thoughts, you don't understand how excited i got receiving this and knowing yu enjoy them so much + talking with me about them uaa i love you and i love your writing and this is making me batshit insane.. ohh WOW it's just so sweet! and beautiful! and so immensely twisted! because kissu doesn't abide by his own morals, just his ideology that nothing stays, so it's natural to hurt, get hurt, and lose everything. and then you wake up another day and move on. he knows the pain he causes and he enjoys it, when asked why he does it its just "because i'm with my friend," or "because i was tasked to do it, and i want to do a good job. i don't want to disappoint someone waiting for me." he finds the fact that people are so caught up on it amusing. he thinks about them, you live in a plentiful world, you have chances at life you don't deserve, you have a natural system that rewards you with blessings, why do you complain? why can't you accept it? he looks at peoples' grieved houses and bleeding pets and says, why can't you rebuild it? why can't you just have a good time rebuilding it, too? he knows exactly why they're upset, but he mocks them regardless. because her way of living prevents her from getting hurt. she's neck deep in it. and she views everything as a wonderment with so much happiness to glean. her priorities of connection, affection, friendship are so much higher than things like life and trauma and guilt. if you hold close to your heart that doctrine that everything changes, and that everything can change in a moment, maybe you're living on a constant line but it's comfortable.

if anyone close to her asks her why she's so awful in her methods.. she smiles at them and says "because they can do the same to me. i'm not stopping them, see? they're stopped by their own teeth." and once, she promises that if someone retaliates or gets revenge later, she won't fight back at all. she'll let nature take its course. she starts walking out in the open where anyone can kill her with a projectile. when too much time passes, she tries to make it happen by finding a previous target and dropping her chisels in earnest. only nothing happens, because they're stricken with fear, and for just one moment their fear was wrong and unfounded. how would they know that? to them, kissu is simply humiliating them and exercising power in a sick way. and she is.

so.. she really cares for lulu, and she really doesnt view anything luxx does as immoral. shes willing to protect her, make things easier for her, and show them both a good time. i think she'd be pleased lulu would trust her in that way.. shes not so ignorant to believe luxx isnt afraid, its only natural, but something deep within her wishes for her to let go of fear, too.. i think paralleling luxx's idolatry of nunki to how she views kissu is soo amazing, and it speaks to how theyre so different but so influential on her psyche... it must hurt so much but bring a sense of security all the same. aaaaaaahh

#dsmpsona #asks #luxx #ILOVE YOU SO MUCH..;;

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