Oh, boy... I'm uploading my newest Super Smash Bros fanfic after all this time. I'm beyond happy that I've finally done it. I'm ecstatic!
It's a oneshot songfic collection, but it's extremely different from the other ones. All of the oneshots are based off songs from Lana Del Rey's album Ultraviolence. There also not going to be 500 words each. Each oneshot will be as long as I like, and will feature many different pairings instead of just one. They won't be connected to each other, and they're all set in an AU similar to the one you saw in Gone Away Like JFK. Got it? Good. And if you don't? Let me know, and I'll clear things up in the next chapter.
I highly recommend you at least read the lyrics of each song so you'll understand the chapter that corresponds with it. Trust me- it'll help out immensely come next Saturday. yeah, you heard me: this fanfic wil be updated every Saturday!
I do want to issue two warnings. First, the characters in each chapter- regardless of who I use- will be somewhat OOC. In this chapter, two of the three characters will be really OOC. I feel bad for doing that, but it was really the best way to write this particular chapter.
Second, this fanfic is rated T for a reason. I will try hard to not venture into M-rated territory for the sake of you, the reader. Though if you want gritter content, I'll be more than happy to provide it. Just let me know in a review!
Also, the first song on the album- which this oneshot is inspired by- is called Cruel World. I'm going in order of the track list, so follow along on Wikipedia or whatever.
I own absolutely nothing.
Anyways, please read & enjoy! :D
Robin wasn't exactly sure how she'd managed to stay with Shulk for as long as she had. She honestly wondered how the hell neither one had killed the other long go. They somehow were able to stay together for nearly three years. It was a tumultuous three years full of fights, drugs, and violence, but it was still three years.
Yet today was the end of their complicated romance. After last night's fight, Shulk had packed his things and left during the night. There was no sign of him anywhere in the apartment; all his belongings were gone. It was as if he'd never lived there at all.
As Robin slowly walked through the apartment, a sense of calm filled her. She was glad that Shulk had decided to leave her crazy ass. She knew she was a piece of work; she wasn't clueless. She got a rise out of pissing people off over the dumbest shit, and she was hard to control in general. Add to the fact that she had a tendency to drink too much or use drugs at parties, and Robin could become terrifying.
I'm truly surprised he didn't leave earlier, she thought.
She sighed as she sat down on the living room floor. She wondered where Shulk was right now. Knowing him, he was probably already on top of some other chick, fucking her brains out.
He does love women, Robin thought with amusement. That threesome we had a couple months ago proved that .
The sound of a phone ringing interrupted Robin's thoughts. She scrambled to her feet and into the kitchen to answer it. She silently prayed that it was Shulk, against her better judgment.
"Hello?"
"Robin! How are you? I thought you'd be asleep right now!"
Robin swallowed her groan hard. "I guess not today, Lucina. Gods, what time is it? I don't even know."
"Uh… it's almost nine AM," Lucina replied. "What's gotten into you, Robin?"
"I…I don't know," Robin confessed. "Listen… Shulk left me."
"No way!" Lucina couldn't believe her ears.
"I'm not lying."
"Frankly, I'm glad that's the case. Not that I'd wish you to be upset over a break up, but Shulk was a total prick. He wasn't a good guy whatsoever. You know that damn well! He was loud, abused drugs, made you cry more times than I can remember..."
"I know," Robin said with a newfound edge in her voice. She didn't really want Lucina to give her a laundry list of Shulk's bad traits. The two would've been on the phone for days to finish that list up.
"Sorry, that wasn't the smartest thing to say," Lucina said. "But we should do something tonight. You need a distraction."
Robin grinned. "Clubbing?"
"Ugh…"
"Pretty please?"
Lucina sighed loudly. "Fine. But if you get into trouble, it's on you. I refuse to save your sorry ass from getting beaten up."
"Thanks, skank."
"You're welcome, you tramp. See you at eight."
Once Lucina hung up, Robin wandered into her room. She opened her night stand drawer and-
Well, hello.
A black leather bible and a full bottle of bourbon sat beside each other. Robin immediately knew that they once belonged to Shulk. He always kept a bible in the night stand for reasons unknown, and bourbon was his drink of his choice.
Robin didn't know what to think. Had he done this accidentally? The bible was in its usual spot, but the bourbon had never been there before. Shulk could've stashed it there to have before bed. He did love it that much. But that didn't make sense. The bottle of bourbon was full, and it hadn't been opened yet. Maybe he'd left both things there so Robin would have something of his to hold on to.
It's a shame only one of those things will last forever, Robin thought with a devilish smirk.
She returned to the kitchen to fetch a glass from the cupboard. She filled the cup halfway before setting the bottle on the nightstand. She sipped the drink carefully. It wasn't the strongest alcohol she'd consumed, but she didn't mind it. The taste seemed to linger on her tongue longer than she'd intended. She sipped it again and shut her eyes. Images of her and Shulk having sex and partying filled her head. But she managed to snap out of it before nostalgia overtook her. She polished off the bourbon, and then reached for the bottle.
Robin was buzzed by the time night fell. She managed to slip on her favourite red dress and black heels for clubbing. She sprayed French perfume on her cleavage, wrists, and a little in her hair. It smelt heavenly, but it was only so she could mask the smell of bourbon on herself. The scent of the whiskey wouldn't leave her brain, leaving her convinced that she smelt like it. She had to not smell like alcohol to get in the club, after all.
Anyways, Robin dashed out to her and Lucina's cab. Her friend was already there, waiting impatiently.
"We can go now," she said to the driver.
"Yeah, sorry about that," Robin said.
"It's fine," Lucina replied half-heartedly. "Jesus, you smell like a perfume factory."
Robin shrugged. "Men seem to like the scent of it."
"Whatever, Robin."
A few minutes later, the ladies arrived at the high-end club. Their sexy outfits convinced the bouncer to let them in for free, much to the anger of those still waiting to get in. But the two ladies sauntered inside and found seats at the first bar they found.
"Hello, ladies. Can I get you two anything?" Mario, the bartender, asked.
"Dry martini," Lucina said.
Robin thought for a moment. "A Black Russian, please."
Mario looked surprised, but he didn't voice it. He simply nodded and left to make them.
"That's a strong drink, isn't it?" Lucina asked.
"It's part Russian vodka, and part coffee liqueur," Robin replied. "So yeah, it's strong as fuck. But can you blame me? My asshole of a boyfriend left without saying goodbye."
Lucina nodded. She could understand why Robin had ordered such a strong drink.
Once the two got their drinks, they stayed to people watch. They weren't ones to dance; that was for the attention whores of the world. No, they preferred to watch other make asses of themselves. That is, until a familiar face appeared a couple feet away with a slutty woman.
"You can't be serious," Robin said.
"I'm so sorry," was Lucina's reply.
Robin downed the rest of her Black Russian, then proceeded to call over Mario.
"What the strongest drink you can make?" she questioned.
"I have some absinthe," Mario replied, "but it's pretty fucking expensive."
"I'll give you a hundred bucks if you give me some of that shit."
Mario didn't look convinced. "Show me the cash."
Robin whipped out five twenties faster than you could say absinthe.
"Coming right up," he said.
Lucina hadn't heard the exchange go down at all. So she was confused when she saw that her friend's drink was now green. It didn't make sense at first, but it soon did.
"Robin, you didn't…"
"Shut up. What's Shulk doing? I can't see him."
"He and that chick went to the dance floor," Lucina said. "Seriously, absinthe? Again? You know you turn into a bitch when you drink that."
"I don't care," Robin replied. "I'm gonna do it anyways."
She consumed it as quickly as she could, and then marched onto the dance floor. Lucina followed her so that she could keep an eye on her.
This isn't gonna end well, she thought.
"Shulk!"
The man in question looked over, and chuckled when he saw Robin approaching him.
"Can I help you?" he asked in a snarky voice.
The answer he got was a sharp, loud slap across the face. He almost fell to the ground from the impact.
"What the fuck's wrong with you?!" his female companion exclaimed.
"Don't sleep with him, he's circumcised," Robin answered. It wasn't the answer that slut was looking for, but Robin didn't give a damn. She left the dance floor quickly to avoid a bigger confrontation. The effects of both strong drinks were beginning to hit her, and she knew how she was drunk. She wanted to start a fight, but her desire to not get arrested or kicked out easily won out.
"You're drunk as hell," Lucina remarked.
Robin collapsed on a comfy chair away from the chaotic dance floor. "Like I care."
"And you're fucking crazy."
"So is Shulk. He's the one stupid enough to leave me."
"I think you need to head home now," Lucina said. "Come on, let's go."
Robin stumbled away, knowing that fighting with her best friend would be pointless. She looked behind her, and gasped at Shulk's vacant face. Longing and regret were both written on his face, and Robin hadn't expected that.
He still wants me, Robin thought. So why the hell did he dump me, then? Wow. He needs to figure his shit out.
But she didn't mind being single again. The combination of drowning her sorrows and slapping her ex made her realized how happy she was to be single. She wasn't going to miss the fights that left them physically and emotionally scarred. She deserved better. As screwed up as she was, Robin knew that being with someone as destructive as her was a bad idea.
Too bad Shulk never realized the same thing.
There ya go! I hope you all enjoyed the beginning of this fanfic. :)
Please review, and don't forget to stay tuned for chapter 2! :D
- Elizabeth
