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orionsstory · 5 months

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that kind of devotion can't be ignored | Anarcia (4)

A/N: happy birthday to me !! it's also my hundredth post, so it felt fitting for it to be a new chapter lol trigger warning for implied murder in a dream !! just in case -

It had been three days since Anetra had started to hunt down the person who broke into the store, however, it seemed she was no closer to finding the perpetrator than when she started. She sighed, dangling her feet off the side of a building, gazing up at the stars above her. She was frustrated, this was the first case she had been asked to help with and everything seemed to lead to dead end after dead end. The police were being as helpful as ever, which was not very, and she was just about ready to give up on assisting the case if she didn't hear about it soon. She shook the thoughts from her head and focused her attention on the street below, watching the people as they passed by, all but simple dots from how high up she was.

From the street, a particular pink-clad dot stuck out. Maybe she was wrong, but she knew it was Marcia. It had to be. Anetra noticed the blonde while she was on her patrols, wherever she went Marcia would always seem to appear. It was like clockwork. Part of her found it cute, but another part of her was a bit scared by it. She couldn't exactly place her finger on why, so she pushed the feeling in her stomach deeper, yet it persisted time and time again. She watched Marcia, a small smile finding its way onto her face. She yawned, deciding it was time for her to head back. Before she left, she threw Marcia a wink- she wouldn't be able to see it, but that wasn't the point.

She entered the apartment half an hour later to find Sasha in the kitchen, cracking eggs into a bowl full of batter. "What're you making? And why, it's like...3 in the morning." Anetra asked her, slinging her hoodie onto the coat rack and leaning on the kitchen counter. Sasha motioned her head toward her phone where a recipe was pulled up, "Lemon cookies, it's our boss' birthday tomorrow and I've been so busy I forgot I promised to bring them! So I'm trying to make 50 tonight." She sighed, playfully glaring at Anetra as she laughed at her.

"The apartment is going to smell like lemon for weeks! Like you doused the place with Lysol." Sasha chuckled as she mixed the batter, "Could be worse. Could be like when you burnt that pizza." Anetra huffed, rolling her eyes as she tried to swipe a lick of the batter. Sasha swatted her hand away, "No tasting until I'm done, you forget I have to make 50 of these."

Anetra pouted, her big brown eyes pleading with the other girl.

Sasha sighed in defeat, "Fine, I'll make 51."

Anetra laughed, cheering for her victory. "So, how was patrol? Anything interesting? Kick anyone's ass?" Sasha hummed as she added another ingredient to the bowl. Anetra drummed her fingers on the counter as she recounted her night, getting a cat out of a tree, and helping a woman carry in her groceries, the usual. Sasha nodded along attentively as she portioned out the cookies on the tray.

"Did you see Marcia again?"

Anetra froze for a moment, the pit feeling in her stomach returning at the mention of her name. She tried to recover, stuttering out a yes, but Sasha had caught on. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Anetra sighed, "No...nothing out of the ordinary, at least." She retreated back to her thoughts for a moment before continuing. "Sash...I feel...I feel weird about her, and I don't know why." She looked up, Sasha's careful eyes seemed to be examining every part of her. "In what kind of way?" She finally spoke, "Like do you like her? Or is it something else?"

Anetra paused, mulling over the question in her head. Sure, she thought Marcia was cute and intriguing, but like her? Anetra had only known her for about a week or two, and while the flirting was fun- a real relationship with real feelings? Anetra didn't think she was ready for that. Besides, Marcia knows Lotus, not Anetra. She might not even like Anetra.

Sasha interrupted her thoughts, "I know what you're doing. You're overthinking, aren't you? What's on your mind?" Anetra sighed, sitting at the counter stool. "I don't know Sash...Marcia's sweet and all but...I don't think a real relationship would work out. It's just for fun."

"Then why do you feel worried every time you see her? It's because you care about her, right? That's more than any other girl you've saved." Sasha cut right to the point, causing Anetra to groan.

"Maybe. I don't know. But, she doesn't even know me- she knows Lotus. It wouldn't work out..."

"Why do you say that?" Sasha pressed on.

"Well- Lotus is flirty, confident, and strong. I'm not. I'm- I'm awkward, I have trust issues, and I constantly doubt myself. I'm practically the opposite of what she knows."

Sasha sighed, putting a hand on her shoulder to reassure her. "Neech, you know that's not true. She's there within you, all those great things about Lotus have to come from somewhere. And I don't think Marcia would be the kind of person to judge you because of those things. You and Lotus are one and the same, even if you don't think so."

Anetra averted her eyes, nodding as she took in Sasha's words. Deep down, that's what scared her the most. Mixing her two lives together scared Anetra more than any villain. Keeping them separate felt like the best way to prevent anyone from getting hurt...but Marcia was proving to make that very difficult. Hell, she had only told Sasha after they had lived together for a month and known each other for more than a year- she had only known Marcia for a week.

Sasha kissed the side of her hair and ruffled her hair, "Why don't you go take a shower?" she suggested, "The cookies should be done by then, gives you a chance to relax." Anetra smiled, "That sounds great, thanks Sash...I really appreciate you, y'know?"

Sasha smiled, "I know."

The hot water ran through Anetra's hair and down her body, pooling on the white tile below her. She ran her hands through her hair, carefully washing it as she thought back on Sasha's words. Sasha was right, of course, but Anetra still couldn't accept that- Lotus still felt a world away from her. She groaned, trying to shake the thoughts from her head and focus on what Sasha said. She and Lotus were the same, she just had to convince herself of that.

She changed her focus to the music, the soft songs from her playlist echoing through the bathroom, drowned out by the sound of water. She lightly hummed along to the words, the soap suds from her shampoo dripping down her body. The scent of green apple filled the room, the elements around her all working to soothe her mind. After another half-hour, she finally stepped out of the shower, toweling off her body.

Just as she finishes drying her hair, she hears a quiet buzzing coming from her hero costume. She recognizes it as the communicator inside her mask, rooting through her costume to find it. She places it on her face, answering the call with a wary "Hello?". This was more than odd, to say the least, HQ knew she was off duty at the moment, and she wasn't a popular enough hero that they would call her for emergencies.

"Hello, am I talking to Lotus right now?" The voice on the other end spoke, Anetra's brows furrowed- this wasn't the voice of one of the regular dispatch officers. "This is, yes," she replied, "is everything alright?"

"I'm Detective Barnes. I'm sorry for the late interruption, but we really need you down at the station. It's in regards to the jewelry store break-in."

Anetra perked up at that, "Did you catch them?"

The voice on the other line hesitated, "I-it's complicated. If you can come on down, we can give you the rundown. Best to do it in person."

Anetra agreed, promising she'd be at the station in fifteen minutes or less. She practically raced to put her suit back on, spitting out a flimsy "I'll tell you later!" to Sasha as she flew out the door. She soared through the night sky, arriving at the station in a record eleven minutes. Detective Barnes greeted her at the door, leading her back to the evidence room.

"As you know, we found a note at the original crime scene- we didn't think the contents of it were too important at the time, but...while we were sorting through it again, we noticed something on the back." He passed an evidence bag to her.

Anetra examined the writing on the note, written in perfect cursive on the lined piece of notebook paper were the words 'I will make you pay.' She furrowed her brow at the note...certainly ominous, but what did this have to do with her? She flipped the note over, and it suddenly caught her eye- on the back, neatly drawn was a lotus.

Chills ran down her spine as her hands shook- someone was after her? "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" She eventually managed to respond, setting the evidence bag back down. Detective Barnes picked it back up, putting it back where it belonged as he struggled to answer her. "We...we didn't think it was important at the time...that it was just a doodle." Anetra grew frustrated, cursing out the police in her mind- but choosing to keep her composure. She didn't speak, simply nodding. Her eyes seemed to be blank as her mind raced.

She returned to the apartment dejected and silent, lost in her thoughts. She gave Sasha a lame excuse about being tired before she locked herself in her bedroom, curled up under her blankets with her oversized hoodie and emotional support stuffed animal, a duck she creatively named 'Quack'. She squeezed Quack tightly against her, burying her face into his soft body. Her mind raced with the words from the note- racking her mind to think of who she could have made an enemy of.

She wasn't a big hero, she wasn't supposed to have enemies. She's tackled low-level thugs and petty criminals, but those weren't the kinds of people to seek revenge. At least she didn't think they were, but clearly, she was wrong. To say she was now even more paranoid was an understatement. Her mind kept racing with thoughts of her family, friends, and Sasha being targeted because of her, and it made her feel sick.

She tossed and turned in her bed as she struggled to fall asleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the words from the note scrawled into the back of her eyes. She eventually passed out from pure exhaustion, her body unable to keep up anymore.

Anetra found herself in a dream, she frantically looked around- she seemed to be in a destroyed section of New York, smoke surrounding the area. A scream suddenly erupted from somewhere nearby- a scream Anetra immediately realized was Sasha's. "SASHA!" She called out, desperately trying to move, yet tied down by an unknown force. She looked around, stricken with panic. She glanced down, her eyes widening in horror with the sight that greeted her.

Marcia lay cradled in her arms, blood pouring from her head and her chest. Her soft blonde hair was stained with red blood, soaking into her pastel pink sweater. Anetra desperately shook her, the blood from Marcia spilling onto her arms, soaking into her costume. Onto her hands. "No...no, no...Marcia...please-" She pleaded, tears welling up in her eyes. She choked back a sob as the blonde remained limp, tears fell from her face onto Marcia's delicate face, now ruined with the deep red.

Suddenly, a loud cackle echoed all around her. She looked around, her eyes desperately searching for the source as the laugh became louder and louder. She held onto Marcia tighter, her heart rate now increasing in leaps and bounds. "WHO ARE YOU?" She screamed out, her question swallowed up by the laughter growing louder and louder. It overwhelmed her senses, Anetra desperately tried to cover her ears, but the laughter continued to grow louder until she thought she might go deaf. She bent over Marcia's body, her hands clamped over her ears as hot tears streamed down her face. She was convinced this was it, until-

She awoke with a start, shooting up in her bed as her alarm blared on her bedside table. She panted, brushing her hair from her face as she tried to get her breathing under control. The whole thing was just a dream, thank god, but it felt too real for her liking. Her hand fumbled around as it sought her phone, finally turning off the alarm.

She groaned, rubbing her face with her hands. She forced herself to leave the bed, leaving Quack carefully tucked under the sheets. She gazed at herself in the mirror as she braided her hair for work, an empty husk staring back at her. She looked a mess- dark circles under her eyes, her skin seemed paler, and her stomach fumbled loudly. She sighed, reaching for some concealer to try and appear normal.

She emerged from her bedroom several minutes later, the smell of eggs and bacon wafting through the air. She felt a pit in her stomach as her eyes landed on Sasha, the scream from her nightmare barging to the front of her mind. She winced.

Sasha smiled, brightly as ever, as she laid a plate on the counter for Anetra. "Morning! I saved you a cookie from last night." Anetra mumbled a 'thanks', picking at the egg in front of her. She could see Sasha looking at her, her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to decipher the girl in front of her.

"Neech, what's wrong? You've been upset ever since you came home last night. Did something happen?" She finally spoke up.

Anetra sighed, her thoughts going back on forth on whether or not she should tell Sasha. On one hand, she didn't want to worry her- but on the other, it was practically impossible to lie to Sasha.

"Yeah...uh, last night the police showed me this note from that break-in...it was threatening me specifically." She took a shaky breath, feeling Sasha's hand comfortingly rubbing circles on her back, "And then last night, I had this dream...I heard you scream, and then I looked down and...and I saw Marcia, she wasn't moving and was covered in blood."

Sasha enveloped her in a tight hug, her head resting on top of Anetra's. "Neech, baby, I'm so sorry. That sounds horrible. I take it you didn't sleep well?" Anetra nodded. "Well, make sure to take it easy today. And hey, I know the note seems scary, but promise me you won't worry about it too much. It's probably just some asshole messing with you." Anetra tried to speak up, but Sasha beat her to the punch. "And Marcia and I will be fine, I promise. Look, I'll be extra careful today if it will make you feel better. You already have my location at all times."

Anetra sighed, calmed by Sasha's words. She nodded, "Okay. Thank you Sash, I really appreciate it, you know. I feel like I've been saying that a lot lately." Sasha released her, smiling. "Good, I'm meant to be appreciated. Now hurry up and eat, you need some fuel in you."

After breakfast, Anetra was back on the subway and headed to work. Doja Cat's 'Boss Bitch' blasted in her ears as she waited for her stop, going over today's schedule in her head. Despite Sasha's words, she was still on edge- constantly checking Sasha's location and looking around at the people around her, looking for any sign of a disturbance.

She entered the gym, waving to the secretary as she made her way to her room for today's sessions. Once she got into her work, the day seemed to pass by in a blur. The training sessions were intense, leaving Anetra exhausted by the time lunch rolled around. She slumped down in the seat next to her coworker, Aura, and pulled out her lunchbox. Aura was the resident bodybuilder of the gym, who worked with a lot of Anetra's clients as well.

"You look rough. Tough sessions?" Aura asked. Anetra nodded, "It's like everyone's suddenly been booked for some action movie lately...my body is so sore." She groaned.

"Tell me about it, my clients have practically doubled. Guess it's superhero season." Aura nodded, and Anetra laughed. "My favorite time of the year."

Aura chuckled and rooted around in her lunchbox for a moment, pulling out a vanilla cupcake. "Here, take this. To celebrate the busiest season of the year!" Anetra smiled, taking the sweet from her, "I didn't know you baked- didn't you almost burn down your house when you tried to make cookies for the Christmas party?"

Aura flushed a bright red, faking offense. "It wasn't that bad! But no, I didn't make these, so don't worry- they're edible. My, uh...friend, Robin, made some for me. I've got a bunch more at home. Too many, actually. I need to start, like, giving them away."

Anetra laughed, taking a bite out of the cupcake. She had to hand it to Aura's friend- the thing was damn near perfect. "Well, it's really good. Send my compliments to her, seriously, this is amazing." Aura beamed proudly, promising she would pass the message along.

In between her patrols that night, Anetra sat on the top of a building, looking down on the people below as she often did. After she returned home from work, the police alerted her that they were analyzing the note for any DNA remnants, but reassured her they were certain it was an empty threat. That helped to reassure her, and her current patrol was running as smoothly as ever, which greatly calmed her nerves.

From the corner of her eye, right on time, she spotted the blonde who had been invading her thoughts. She felt the pit in her stomach return- her nightmare coming to the front of her mind. She shook her head, pushing the thoughts back down. Even if the threat may not be real, Marcia was still putting herself in danger to talk to her, which she needed to fix.

She flew towards the girl, careful as to not be spotted by her. She quietly descended behind her, trying her best to hold in her laughter. "I just saw her! Ugh, where'd she go?" Marcia whined, scanning the nearby buildings in the area she was just in.

"Looking for someone?"

Marcia let out a gasp and slightly jumped, whipping around as Anetra fell into a fit of laughter.

"That's not funny! You scared me!"

Anetra tried to calm down, trying to stifle her laugh (however she was failing miserably).

"Sorry, sorry, I-I didn't mean to scare you." She eventually spoke, "But you've been following me around like a lost puppy, I figured you'd be happy to see me!"

Marcia suddenly flushed bright red, "You...you saw that?" She squeaked out, anxiously playing with a strand of her hair.

"Baby, it's my job to notice everything in this city. But don't worry, I think it's cute." She winked, making Marcia flush even harder. She stepped closer to the girl, "You know, if you're that desperate to see me, you can always just message Sasha. It's better than putting yourself in the middle of a crime scene."

"I, uh, I didn't want to bother her, she seems like a busy woman."

"I'm sure Sasha would prefer you text her instead of putting yourself in danger too, I promise you won't bother her." Anetra reassured her, giving the girl a soft smile. Before she could say anything else, she was interrupted by a buzz from her communicator asking for backup. She sighed.

"Listen, I've gotta go, but we should hang out soon. Just promise me you'll test Sasha this time, okay princess?"

Marcia blushed again, and a small "okay" left her lips. Satisfied, Anetra threw her a wink before soaring through the air, off towards the action.

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kytrisz · 1 year

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giving heads | Katya Zamolodchikova

| pairings. katya zamo x reader

Both of you and Katya are currently in the bar where she's having her show. Since you are a supportive girlfriend you come along with her. And being her girlfriend comes with a lot of privileges that include spending your time lounging in the dressing room with her while she finishes her retouches.

All of the queens performing are either on stage or at the bar, so you are the only one who's occupying the room.

"Don't open your mouth too wide дорогой, you'll drool," Katya smirks after catching you staring at her from the vanity mirror.

You immediately collected yourself and give her a rolled eye "More like puking."

Katya gasps, she turns her head at you, and dramatically puts her hand to her chest "Excuse me bitch, this face that you want to puke at is loved by many!"

"Yeah, people who are mentally ill."

"Bitch, so you're now admitting you're sick as fuck huh? Never knew it would come to this." Katya turns her head and finishes her retouching.

You just stared at her for a moment "Yeah... probably I am. By the way, I have a question."

"Bring it on, babe."

"Are you... tuck?" You asked.

"Hmm, no I'm not, why?" She responds still busy with her makeup.

Hearing that an idea forms in your head, you let out a playful smirk before standing up from the couch and slowly making your way up to her.

"Oh, nothing just curious that's all."

Katya, who is oblivious to what you're up to, just nods at your answer. After the final retouch, she spun her chair to look at you.

"Anyway дорогой, what do you want to eat for di— What are you doing?" She asks, catching you bend down the eye level of her crotch.

But instead of replying, you bend yourself even more.

Katya nervously flick her head to the dressing room that is half wide open, "People could come in (Y/N)—But who am I to deny?" She excitedly said, feeling the thrill and arousal rushing into her.

You let out a big grin when you saw her dick getting hard behind her clothes.

"Never knew you were in this kind of stuff дорогой, just be quick though I'll be up—"

"Here's your brush, you drop it earlier." You cut her off, a smile slowly forming in your place as you give her the fallen brush.

Katya looks at you with her mouth wide open. And to add insult to injury, you give her an innocent kiss on her cheeks before turning around and walking back to the couch.

But before you can take a seat, a hand forces you to spin around and push you to the couch, trapping you between it and her.

Then you were greeted by an annoyed look from Katya, indicating she was not amused by what you did.

"Did you really think you could do that and get away with it without any consequence?" She growls, her eyes narrowed at you. Putting her hand on your neck and giving it a little squeeze.

She lowered her head and put it beside your ear, biting it roughly "Well that's where you're wrong, cause I'l—"

Knock Knock

"Katya, you're up next" a voice interrupted her outside the room. Katya let out a frustrated growl before pulling herself off you.

She took a quick look from the vanity and then made her way to the door. But before she leaves, she stops and turns her head to give you one last look and warning. "Don't even think we're finished 'cause it's only a preview дорогой. The main will be later tonight."

Then she left. A wide smirk is painted on your face as you watch the figure fades away from your sight. You get excited about what will happen later. It may be a punishment, but either way, you still get what you want.

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| дорогой : dear

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winderlylandchime · 3 months

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inspiration weekend

tagged by @bigassbowlingballhead and @eusuntgratie - tysm to both of you

I have been doing “lots” of “research” for my fic (watching this week’s episode of RPDR and starting a rewatch of All Stars 7. Which. It’s a comfort season and I am making end-of-life decisions for my cat.)

Ahem. Some visual inspiration.

Some music inspiration.

(Not my favorite of Mother’s music. But there is a reason for it. And I’m excited.)

no pressure tagging: anyone who is writing and needs an open tag. also @getmehighonmagic @magicandarchery @lostcol @sheisraging @bartbarthelme @kiranerysed @thissugarcane @wildlydone but only if you’re writing and if you want 🩵

#things I’m tagged in #my fanfiction #queer as folk #qaf fanfiction #rupaul's drag race #rpdr fanfiction #untitled drag queen au #Spotify

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eyeslikewatercoolers · 1 year

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Something Old (Sashnetra pt 1/4)

Hi, I haven't published a fic since high school...so if this reaches you, feedback is more than welcomed :)

Read on ao3

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Sasha Colby was proud of being a business owner in one of the most competitive industries in the country. Sure, she had no family of her own, no romantic partner, or even any pets, but her booming wedding planning business was all she ever needed in her life. Who had time for a personal life when she had her own business to run?

Sasha stared her business with wedding photography in her early twenties. Being kicked out of her family's house in Hawaii after coming out as a trans woman, she needed to find a way to make money and survive on her own. Couch surfing and working minimum wage could only get her so far. Luckily for her, her talents had paid for her transition, and eventually led her to opening up one of the fastest growing wedding planning businesses in LA. 'Colby's Cherished Celebrations' (or the CCC, as nicknamed by her assistant manager, Malaysia) has been built from the ground up and growing strong for five years, and Sasha couldn't be prouder of herself and her talented staff.

She and her team were all housed in an old office building in downtown LA, arranged on separate floors. On the first floor, had all of the bridal and bridesmaids dresses, on beautiful display. Her two lead dress consultants, Luxx and Mistress, helped brides, bridesmaids, and the occasional Prom goer, find the dresses of their dreams. Luxx and Mistress were excellent at balancing anxious brides trying on dresses, and putting rude family members in line during dress appointments.

Moving up to the second floor, held the business's floral arrangement department. Sasha met Aura and Robin when she photographed their wedding a few years before. The couple had started a flower shop in their garage, and after befriending Sasha, they had all decided to collaborate for several weddings afterwards. After a night of drinks to celebrate the successful wedding season that year, the couple moved their business from their garage and into the second floor.

And lastly on the third floor, sat Sasha's office, as well as the alterations department. Sasha was close friends with the lead seamstress, Loosey. Loosey had moved to LA from Connecticut around the same time as Sasha, and the two became fast friends after meeting at a Wedding Expo in Las Vegas. Sasha wouldn't admit it to the rest of her team, but she loved sharing the same floor as her friend. Herself and Loosey found themselves often in deep conversations during work hours, and kept each other company during the slower off-season as well.

Sasha started her day in her eloquently decorated office, getting to the CCC before any other employee. Her best photography work from Hawaii hung on the walls, against a deep purple paint on all four walls, making her office inviting for her clientele. She had her first cup of coffee finished already, and getting ready for the first consultation of the day. A knock on the old wooden door pulled her away from her thoughts, in which she automatically called out the the person to come in.

"You're first consult is in the lobby, the bride and her mom."

Malaysia, stepped in to the office, handing the intake file to Sasha.

"Great, anything I should know before I meet them?" Sasha flipped through the file, scanning through the bride's information.

Malaysia pursed her lips before speaking, "Her name is Anetra, and she and her groom are Mormons. They're from Las Vegas, and the groom is polyamorous, so she will be wife number 2."

Sasha looked up, trying to hide the surprise on her face. Sasha had worked with many brides and grooms over the years, but a Mormon with more than one wife is a first for her. In the file, it said that this bride was 20, and her planned bridal party consists of her future sister wife, and her younger sisters. Sasha shook off the any pre-conceived notions about what she read about Anetra and her groom, hoping that the her and her family won't be ultra-religious, bigoted, assholes during the planning process. Sasha glanced at the small trans flag in her pencil holder, and looked back to Malaysia and smiled.

"Okay, send them up here."

Malaysia nodded and left, and a few minutes later she heard a middle-aged woman's voice heading up the stairs in mid-conversation.

"...And that young man that drove the Uber over here, you know the one with the eye liner and nail polish. This town probably made him one of those gays too!"

Sasha made the split second decision and grabbed the trans flag out of the pencil holder and put it back upside-down, with the pink, blue, and white material hidden in the cup. She wasn't ashamed of being trans, just...needed to make a quick business decision, that's all.

In walked a shorter middle aged woman, who Sasha presumed was the voice she heard from the staircase. She had tanned skin, and long dark hair tied into a bun and carrying a large purse. Behind this woman, stepped in a younger brunette woman, who was a couple inches taller than Sasha. Her hair was tied in a plait that hung against her back, and her eyes remained downcast while trailing her mother and into one of the chairs in front of the desk. Sasha took notice of the woman's athletic build and the elongated features of her face.

Sasha began her usual spiel, explaining to the bride and her mother her team and the planning process, including pricing options and answered their questions. Anetra's mother did most of the talking to Sasha, while Anetra nodded along on occasion to stay engaged in the conversation. About half an hour into the appointment, the mother piped up, and asked politely "I need to use the ladie's room, where can I find that?"

"It's at the end of the hall, last door on the left." Sasha answered before the older woman stepped out of the office.

Usually Sasha and her clients don't have many awkward moments of silence. But with a bride this quiet and shy, she had to be the one to break the ice. "So...are you excited to get married?" she asked as she leaned closer to Anetra.

Anetra nodded, like she had been the majority of the appointment before she spoke "Yeah, my mom has been waiting for us to get engaged. I'm the oldest sibling and she's been waiting for a wedding since the day I turned 18."

"How did you meet him?"

Anetra looked up, and Sasha noticed her warm, brown eyes. "He's one of the leaders of our church, and he and his first wife have been looking for another wife in their marriage."

"Oh, well they seem lucky to have you in their relationship." Sasha said in a sincere tone. She had excellent small talk skills, especially talking to nervous brides.

The two were interrupted by Anetra's mother walking back in to the office, and they had continued with the rest of the consultation. Sasha put in her schedule book the next appointments, like dress fittings, alterations, cake tastings, and made referrals to her usual photographers, hair and makeup artists, and caterers. Sasha walked her clients out of the office and down the stairs, and into the lobby.

"Okay, I will see you two again next week for the first dress appointment!" Sasha smiled as she opened the front door, and all three said their goodbyes.

"Ten bucks says that they're part of a weird religious cult."

"Mistress!" Sasha spun on her heel, shooting a glare to her employee.

"What? She's got a point, why else would she be the second wife to a Mormon pastor?" Luxx pointed out. standing next to Mistress, tilting their head while crossing their arms.

"And what do you two know about cults?" Malaysia asked from the front desk across the lobby.

Sasha let out a soft cackle as she walked back upstairs. "Today is going to be a long day for us. Let's make some happy brides, girls!" She didn't know why, but Sasha couldn't stop thinking about the shy and reserved bride from that morning for the rest of the day.

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sexynetra · 18 days

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Hiiiii may I humbly ask you to write a little planymphia excerpt for us? I love your writing and I love this pairing ❤️

Hi bestie I am way ahead of you I already have multiple planymphia things in the works I tried to stay away but I got converted into it 🤭 here’s just a tiny little intro I wrote in my mind on my drive home from work today

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Jane didn’t believe in love at first sight. She didn’t believe in love at second sight either, or third. Honestly, love was never really on her radar. Until she met Nymphia, that is.

Nymphia shouldn’t have been anything special. She was just a girl, like all the rest. Another pretty girl for Jane to bring home from the bar and then never see again.

Sex wasn’t complicated. Hookups weren’t complicated. Jane enjoyed pretty women and they enjoyed her. But emotions were messy, and Jane didn’t do mess.

Nymphia was messy. Everything about her was chaos and impulsion wrapped up in a yellow-haired bow. Jane should have run when she still had the chance.

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likealayka · 2 years

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Will do 💅things💅 for Jinkx fanfiction, besties...

#I am STARVING #jinkx monsoon #rpdr #rupaul's drag race #all stars 7 #Drag race #Rpdr fanfiction #Drag race fanfiction

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bunihyo · 11 months

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could you write a tiny oneshot of anetra and sasha where they’re on a school issued field trip (I see them as the teachers, though.) and accidentally lose one of the kids? panicked girlies running around with their heads off.

and they get distracted flirting 🥹 my silly girls I love them sm and I love you for suggesting this. kind of went off in a diff direction, but I hope you still enjoy it!! <3

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A dull ache in Anetra’s shoulder causes her to sigh, a thump in her chest.

It’s loud enough to catch the attention of her tired coworker, Sasha, who turns to face her. “You okay?” She speaks gently, walking up beside the younger woman who surveys children kicking around dodge balls with wide grins. Sasha’s hand falls to the dip in Anetra’s back, and this simple action makes her slightly jump. She turns to look slightly behind her and meet the eyes of Sasha. Laced with concern.

“What?” She sputters, face slightly flushing at the proximity. Sasha tilts her head, and Anetra suddenly recalls what she said. “Oh, sorry. Yes, I’m okay. Just some pain in my shoulder. From the game.” She manages to speak despite her coworkers hand still lingering on her back.

Sasha frowns. “Don’t push yourself into an early retirement, Neech.” She chuckled gently and managed to make the younger teacher crack a grin. “Take it easy. You don’t need to be running around with the kids twenty-four seven.”

“Don’t I though?” Anetra cocked her head to the side, a teasing grin overtaking her features. “I am the P.E teacher, after all.”

Sasha rolls her eyes. “That doesn’t mean you should be bending and rushing around the way you do. No human should be that flexible.”

“You haven’t seen flexible yet.” Anetra winks, quickly turning to look back at the kids as an embarrassed blush arises on her face. “Um, anyways. Tell that to contortionists, Sash. Trust me, I’m all good.”

Sasha, still recovering from Anetra’s comment, clears her throat and shakes her head. “Where does it hurt?” Anetra lazily raises her left shoulder, and Sasha moved to land her hand there- pressing into it. “Does it hurt when I do this?”

Anetra bits her lip and shakes her head. Sasha digs the pad of her thumb slightly lower and Anetra lets out a hiss. “Ah,” Sasha hums. “Gotcha.” She gently moved to cup Anetra’s shoulder and applies light pressure, messaging the area. Anetra sighs, she has to admit it feels— great.

“How’s it now?” Sasha questions, pulling away after a few lingering seconds.

Anetra rolls her shoulder, the pain is still there but only slightly and isn’t as prominent as before. She hums. “Great, actually. Thank you,” She breathes out. Sasha nods affirmatively and Anetra grabs her whistle. “I think it’s time we go, forty til lunch.”

Sasha nods and gently covers her ears as Anetra blows the device, then allowing it to drop back against her chest. “Okay ya’ll! Let’s take attendance and then go back for some lunch!” She calls. The kids drop their dodge balls and rush over, lining up in a messy and panting line. Anetra smiles softly at them, and Sasha swoons at the small gesture.

“Alrighty, Miss Colby if you could handle attendance?”

Sasha forces a nod and begins to list off names, each child raising their hands when present. “Good, good. Riley…Miles…Steph…Ryan?” She calls gently, filtering through the group of kids. “Riley is he still in the bathroom?”

The tiny girl shrugs and Sasha sighs, turning to Anetra. “I’ll be right back. He’s probably still in there.” Anetra gives her a nod, watching her rush off to the locker rooms, where the bathrooms were. Sasha gently hollers in for the small boy, receiving no response. “Ryan? Come on buddy, we gotta get home!”

“Is he in there?” Anetra calls. Sasha turns and shakes her head. “Where is he then?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we should check around for him.” Anetra pursed her lips as Sasha comes back over, a worried expression now on her face. “We can’t leave the kids alone though.”

Anetra sighs. “It’s okay, I’ll go look for him. He couldn’t have gone far. He’s what, five?”

“Yeah.” Sasha takes in a deep breath and sighs it out. “I’ll watch the kids.”

Anetra hums, turning and leaving the gymnasium. Sasha turns to the children and pushes her hands onto her hips. “Are you guys sure you haven’t seen where Ryan went?” Unanimously the kids all shake their heads. Sasha sighs and looks around quietly, awaiting Anetra’s return. But five minutes pass by, and the taller woman still isn’t back.

“Was Ryan kidnapped?” A small blonde girl questions, and Sasha shakes her head quickly.

“Of course not.” Sasha comforts, though her demeanor gives away that she’s entirely stressed out. She contemplates before turning to the kids. “Okay, guys. I’m gonna give you some extra time to play, okay? I’m just gonna go help Miss Anetra find Ryan.”

The kids all cheered, rushing to grab the dodge balls again. “Don’t leave!” Sasha coached, turning and rushing right toward the door. She knew she shouldn’t leave the children alone, but Anetra was taking far to long to find the actual missing one. She quickly fled the gymnasium and walked briskly down a long lit hallway, hissing out Ryan and Anetra’s names.

“Anetra? Where are you?” She questions, rushing around like a mad woman. Her head peaks into every room, never finding the girl however. Or the child, of course. “God, don’t tell me you got lost too.” She hisses to herself, trying to look everywhere.

Her search winds up leading her to nothing, and as genuine fear begins to set in, until she rounds the corner and finds the girl she’d been searching for— crouched and trying to comfort a small child. “Anetra! There you are,” Sasha breaths, rushing forward and catching the attention of Anetra.

“Sash? What’re you doing here? Who’s with the kids?”

“Never-mind that, what took you so long?” Sasha questions, eyeing the child near her. She catches sight of fresh tears on his face and instantly turns concerned, dropping to her knees in-front of him and placing two hands on his shoulders. “Ryan? Are you okay sweetie?”

“No one was playing with him in dodge ball,” Anetra speaks gently. “He felt left out.”

Sasha’s heart clutches in her chest, she frowns. “Awh love…” She whispers, bringing the small boy in for a hug. “Why didn’t you say anything? We would’ve played with you.”

The small kid in her arms sniffled and shrugged. “Please come to us next time,” Anetra coached. “We won’t let you be left out again.”

He nods solemnly and Sasha gently hoists him up. “Come on buddy,” She slightly grunts, getting him comfortable in her arms. “Let’s get you back to the others. It’s nearly lunch.”

She turns to Anetra who nods and joins her at her side, the pair beginning to walk. Silence falls between them as they quietly travel down the halls, twisting and turning to get back to the gymnasium. “I got worried,” Sasha breathes. “When you didn’t come back.”

“I’m sorry,” Anetra apologizes, looking forward. “I found him, and went to walkie back to you. But then I saw he was crying,” She shrugged. “I figured he needed help. I know— I should have called back to you first.”

“No,” Sasha shakes her head. “It’s nice. What you did.” She smiles down at the ground. “You’re a good person, Neech.”

Anetra’s heart, again, thumps in her chest. Though, this time she’s sure it’s not because of her shoulder pain.

I love my little babies

#dd writes sashnetra ׂׂૢ #sashnetra #anetra #sasha colby #sasha x anetra #sashnetra ilysm #rupauls drag race #drag fiction #fanfiction #anon asks #anon <3 #dd loves writing

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adoordelano · 1 year

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So I may have written some Anetra/Marcia/Sasha smut…yeah I definitely wrote it and it’s filthy so enjoy

#rupauls drag race #rpdr fanfiction #rpdr fic #anetra #marcia marcia marcia #sasha colby #sashnetra #idk what the other ships are called #marcia x3 #rpdr 15

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ateneablack21 · 11 months

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Drag me to my grave (By Atenea_Black and Valeriiia_RG in A03): Chapter 1

After some technical malfunctions in the Season 12 Reunion set happen and delay filming, Jaida, Gigi, Jackie, Crystal, Heidi, Nicky and Jan stay in the building while the other queens go outside to grab a coffee and explore the city. But, unfortunately, that ends up being the worst decision of their lives when an attacker starts trying to hunt them down one by one. Will they be able to survive this massacre?

Well, it all depends on the choice you make! After every chapter readers will have to vote for two options that can save or condemn one of the queens lives.

So, what are you going to choose?

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Chapter 1: Voting closed:

Summary:

Jaida, Gigi, Heidi, Jackie, Jan, Crystal and Nicky stay behind in the filming location of the S12 reunion after some technical problems.

Notes:

Hiiii! Before you start reading this we wanted to explain the dynamic of this book The dynamic of this book is different to the one of a normal book as when each chapter ends we will be giving you two options to vote in the comments for (you have to say which you prefer) which will determine the fate of the characters (if they will end up surviving or dying).

Every chapter there will be a decision to make and you’ll be given between 48 and 72 hours after the chapter is published to make the vote. After that, we will close the voting and write the next chapter with the decision that you guys took.

You can only vote one time per chapter, so please don’t comment your vote more than one time. Feel free to ask any questions you need or to comment what your thoughts and theories are as well!!

We wanted to give some credits to the fic “Seven Little Queens” by Aphistas (in A03) as we took the idea of the dynamic of the book from them. If you like this kind of stories we really recommend you read this one, plus it’s also from the Drag Race fandom, featuring Bianca, Courtney Act, Adore, Trixie, Katya, Pearl, and Violet Chatcki as the protagonist of the story.

With all that being said, hope you enjoy!

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When they applied to Drag Race, they all knew it was going to be a life-changing experience. What they didn’t expect though, was that that life-changing experience was going to bring a worst one with it. And if they had known that before-hand… They would have never applied in the first place.

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Season 12 of RuPaul’s Drag Race was at its end, and all the queens of the season had come together for one of the last times for the Reunion. The season's twelve contestants had been in touch since they finished filming everything, not including the finale, and were excited to see each other again. They may have fought, but they liked one another just the same and had ended up forming a beautiful friendship with each other.

When they saw each other they all hugged or exchanged greetings, talking about how their lives had changed since they had last seen each other. They had already talked about it over the WhatsApp group, but, it was better to talk about it in person as well.

Upon arrival, the producers gathered them all together, informing them that there had been some problems and that they would have to delay filming for a couple of hours. They told them that one of the main cameras had stopped working and that they had to leave the studio to go to were they kept the other cameras, which could take a while. They were free to stay in the studio if they liked or go outside to visit the city, they just had to be back in 2 hours.

Brita, Aiden, Dahlia, Rock and Widow decided to go to a nearby café together while the rest of them decided to stay and make sure that they were ready for the filming of the reunion. In a room near the recording room, there were 4 tables where they could leave their things according to the producers, so the seven remaining queens walked there, talking the whole way. Nicky, Jaida, Gigi and Crystal took the table closest to the door, while Jackie, Jan and Heidi placed their things on the adjacent table.

It wasn’t long before Jan excused herself to go to the bathroom, saying that she was going to take advantage of the free time they had to fix some of her makeup, the rest continuing with their conversation as she left the room.

“So… Are you excited for the finale?” Jackie asked the top three.

“To be honest, I thought I would be nervous, but I’m just eager.” Gigi answered, taking out a small bag containing the makeup she might need to touch up and leaving it on the table.

“I'm pretty confident. After all the work I've put into the lipsync I'm sure it's going to turn out great.” Jaida said while she fixed the position of her wig as it had moved slightly during her journey to the filming location.

“Yeah. It’s exciting to think that in no time one of us will be crowned as the winner.” Crystal talked, moving seats so she could seat closer to the rest of the queens.”

“I a-“ Heidi started to say, shutting up suddenly and starting to look around, making the rest worry.

“Hey, are you okay?” Nicky questioned as she placed a hand on the other’s shoulder.

“I- I thought I had heard something…”

"It's probably just the strain of the journey here taking a toll on you, don't worry.” The French queen reassured, squeezing Heidi’s shoulder lightly to try to soothe her friend.

The future Miss Congeniality nodded a little more calm, all of them resuming their conversation about the finale and what they expected from it.

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Jan had found the bathroom rather quickly, even though it was a bit far from the room where she was before, her fast pace had allowed her to get there sooner.

The bathroom was rather big, with a giant mirror, 8 stalls and 5 hand washing basins. Wanting to go back to the other room as soon as possible, as she didn’t want to miss any important conversations, she quickly took out the makeup out of her bag, starting to fix the little errors she hadn’t been able to fix back in the hotel before coming here.

She was finishing up when, suddenly, the lights went out, leaving her in almost darkness, the only thing illuminating the room being the emergency lights that flickered every few seconds.

"The producers are going to be pissed." The queen said under her breath, chuckling slightly as she imagined the faces of the producers when they knew they had to fix another problem before they could shoot the reunion.

Having left her mobile phone with the rest of her things in the room where her sisters were, the one with the blonde wig started walking towards the exit of the bathroom in the dark, taking care not to bump into anything as she made her way out. She left her makeup there, intending to fetch her mobile phone to put the lantern feature on and continue touching up her makeup.

While this happened, the lights where the other six queens were also turned off, everyone looking at each other, as much as the emergency lights let them, the confusion clear in their faces. How did the producers find such a shitty place to film? Even the emergency lights didn’t work correctly, flickering and basically leaving them more time in the dark than the time they could see their surroundings.

“I’m gonna call Jan, check if the lights in the bathroom also went out.” Jackie informed, taking out her phone and marking her fellow queen’s number, only to realise that the other had left her mobile in the room.

"I'm sure she'll be back soon, you can ask her then." Gigi said, walking to where the door was so she was able to see when the other queen came back.

Meanwhile, Jan found herself doing just what Goode had said, finally out of the bathroom and starting to walk down a corridor.

Suddenly, the queen heard a sound behind her, swiftly turning around to try and locate the source of the sound. She looked around her, the only thing in sight being a nearby plant. After spending a few more seconds searching for the source of the disturbing sound, Jan finally gave up, trying to convince herself that it had been just a figment from her imagination, turning around again to head back to where the other queens were.

“It was nothing, I just imagined it, I’m sure” she whispered to herself as she started walking again.

The queen continued her journey, taking deep breaths to try to calm her growing nerves: It had only been her imagination, so she had nothing to worry about. After all, she-

Jan cried out in agony, feeling a sudden sharp pain in her back and fell to the ground. The pain she was feeling was like nothing she had ever felt before, the sensation making desperate screams come out of her mouth without her permission.

Her screams were so loud that they reached the other side of the building, where the other queens were. They looked at each other with fear and concern before quickly following the desperate screams, worried about their fellow friend. They would have liked to try to believe that it was just their imagination, but, unfortunately, they could clearly recognise Jan by her screams.

Without turning her body around, Jan looked backwards, suppressing a sob when she saw a big black-haired man with a sickly grin holding a bloody knife behind her, the queen quickly realising that the blood in that knife was hers. The one with the blonde wig couldn't stop the tears starting to fall down her face, her make-up smearing. The man laughed as he watched the queen begin to cry, advancing towards her as she tried to crawl away from him.

“Help!” She screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Nobody’s going to help you, little bitch. I’m going to end you, and as soon as I do that, I’ll end your stupid friends too… One by one. And nobody is going to be able to stop me.”

“Please…” Jan pleaded “I’ll do whatever you want but please don’t kill me.”

“Oh, but killing you is all I want, darling.” He laughed “There’s no stoping this.”

The attacker raised his arm, preparing to deliver a fatal stab in Jan's back...

Option 1: Jan crawls away from the attacker.

Option 2: Jan turns around to face the attacker and defends herself.

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