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Hello There!

Well, if you're reading this then yu have picked up the first chapter of Shalcro and VeridianSoul's first collaboration fanfic! Hence the name 'VeridianShalcro'.

This is speaking BTW.

You might have seen the hype we put up on our Tumblr's but honestly we're both very excited to finally get this project rolling!

How this will work is we'll both be taking turns writing chapters, this first chapters is Veridian's, so she'll be doing all the odd chapters, while I'll be writing the even ones! Its kind of like, Rping, but with fanfiction. Veridian will be writing from more of Allen POV and I'll be writing more from Lavi's POV. But I'm pretty sure you've all read a collab fic before so I don't think I need to explain much more.

Anyways, enough with my rambling! The first chapter is starting! Veridian's AN's are at the end of the chapter! Enjoy! And I'll see all you lovely fans in the next chapter!

Best Wishes,

Shalcro

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When Allen's boss told him that they'd be getting a new dancer here at Black Order, the white haired male was rather excited. The English boy had been the only lead for ages, and being the only lead has limited his abilities and the Order's ranking in the city. What Allen didn't know though is that the second he'd walk through that door his entire life would change. Allen wouldn't be just 'that stripper boy' anymore, he'd become something entirely different.

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"Allen!" The teal haired girl's melodic voice sounded over the thick bass blasting from the speakers. The boy she had been calling out to, Allen, quickly silenced his music and peeked around the wall of his personal studio to see her grinning sweetly. "Come on up and take a breather. I want you to check out some designs I drew up! Plus the new dancer should be here soon. Don't want to miss that do you?" Allen smiled, so the new dancer would be here soon? That was exciting.

"I'll be up in a second!" Allen responded, grabbing a white towel off a bar stool nearby, dabbing at the sweat that had rolled down his pale face, "If he's gonna be here soon I have to be more presentable," Allen smirked before continuing, "Don't wanna make a bad first impression." Lenalee immediately rolled her eyes and strutted her way up the stairs back to the main floor. Once she was gone the white-haired man made his way to the wall of mirrors and began poking at his sopping wet hair, mussing it up with the towel until it didn't look so sweaty then moving on to straightening out the gray sweatpants and white t-shirt hanging loosely off his thin frame. The white haired boy stared at himself in the mirror, turning this way and that, with a smile plastered on his face before it quickly deflated.

I hope he doesn't mind...I didn't think I'd be sociable today so I hadn't thought of bringing other clothes. Allen thought.

With a sigh and another yell from his friend Lenalee he finally trekked up the stairs. Black sneakers squeaked against the smooth flooring of the abandoned nightclub as he made his way to where the girl stood. Mid afternoon light filtered through the barred windows casting the usually neon room into pale hues, only broken by Allen's shadows as he passed.

"Alright Lena, whatcha got for me?!" Allen inquired, smiling at his Chinese friend, still feeling rather warm from his previous practicing. Lenalee handed over a purple clipboard littered with drawings, page after page was filled with colorful sketches of the most intricate designs and in styles of fashions. It looked like she had made quiet a few new designs since the last time Allen looked through her work, they all looked great.

"Lena, these are amazing! Are you sure you're gonna have time to make all these?" The excitement of the new dancer coming soon had put him in a good mood, so he was very happy to see the new designs. The Chinese girl nodded with a determined look on her face.

"Of course Allen! What do you take me for?" Allen was about to respond but before the sweaty boy could reply voices from the back entrance filled the silence. His stomach instantly filled with butterflies, he was a little nervous to meet the new dancer after all, he always got a little nervous when meeting new people, but when he was on stage, that was another thing. In between snippets of the conversation he heard his name spoken, probably from his boss, who was most likely the one leading the new dancer inside. His name was repeated at a louder volume and he turned around to face where the voice was coming from, and his heart immediately skipped a beat.

There standing next to his excitable boss Komui, was a rather tall man. He was definitely attractive, but then again, what was Allen expecting, he was a new dancer for god's sake! Of course he had to be attractive! He had bright red hair and a single, frothy, ocean green eye, the other covered by a black eye patch, which immediately caught the white-haired boy's attention. Everything about this guy seemed laid back and fun from his slightly slouched posture straight down to what he was wearing. His black skinny jeans were accompanied by a red graphic t-shirt with the words 'Shit Happens' scrawled across the front in white lettering.

Allen could see Komui forming his name on his lips and pointing at the boy, making the redhead peek excitedly at him as well, his hands stuffed into his dark wash skinny jeans. Their eyes met, lighting a smile on the redhead's lips. The small contact left Allen with a small hint of embarrassment as he noticed the intriguing man striding closer.

"Oh!" Allen started, feeling his cheeks heat up a tad as the red-head stepped closer and closer. Allen was glad he had just been working out, so that the red-head wouldn't really think twice about his probably red face,"Y-You must be new!" Or his stuttering, "I'm Allen… uhhh… welcome to our family!" The younger flashed a perfect smile, glad that his stage work also brought him good acting skills, but for some reason, bad words skills. He watched as the man's attitude dipped into a more conversational expression.

"Nice to meet ya', I'm Lavi!" The red-head held out his hand and smiled warmly as Allen's sweaty palms met his. When he pulled away he wiped his hand on his pants, Allen feeling a little guilty that he had probably gotten his man sweat all over his hand, but the other didn't seem to mind. The one-eyed man sheepishly rubbed at his neck and looked back to where Komui used to be, his smile dropping into a frown, when he noticed that his new boss wasn't anywhere to be seen. A tad disappointed he looked back to Allen, Noticing the clipboard in the white-haired boys hands. A bit of concern began to rise in his body as he noticed the bright purple board, instantly asking what had come to his mind, "Say, you wouldn't happen to be my advisor would you?" Lavi asked, his lips pouting slightly.

"What? Oh no, Lenalee's the advisor over there. She handles everything from wardrobe, makeup, payments, planning, almost anything you could possibly need." Lavi looked at Lenalee in surprise as if he hadn't noticed her at all, he was rather impressed that the small, innocent-looking girl, could handle all of this. She looked out of place to be working at a strip club honestly, but then again, what did he know?

"Oh! Sorry there girly!" Lavi held out a hand to the girl, the two shaking hands politely, introducing himself once again before he turned his attention back to the other male in the room.

"Then what do ya' do here?" Lavi asked, slightly confused. Allen laughed melodically before handing Lenalee back her clipboard, a little amused at the others confusion.

"I'm the lead dancer here." Lavi immediately looked at him in shock, his green eye widening considerably. That wasn't expected for sure! He didn't look anything like a stripper!

"Seriously?!" The red-head exclaimed, "No offense man, but ya' don't look the type!" Allen chuckled slightly and started to walk across the floor back towards his studio, swaying his hips slightly in a joking matter.

"No offense, but you look too much like one." An embarrassed expression spread across Lavi's face. Halfway across the room Allen turned, motioning for the flushing red-head to follow him. When he just stayed in place, Allen spoke up again, "Well," He inquired, his voice ringing through the vacant room, "Are you coming… or what? There's quiet a bit to do before we open for the night so I should give you the tour." That said red-head, stood there flustered for a few more moments before he snapped out of his trance, trotting up to the white-haired boy, trailing shyly behind him as he followed him down the creaky stairs.

They soon came to a thin hallway, littered with lots of doors leading to lord knows what. Allen pointed into the first door on the right, starting the beginning of their tour.

"This is the studio, there are other dancers here but they prefer to practice at home, so it's usually empty. I don't like practicing at home so I spend most of my time here, but you're welcome to share it with me, it's always open." Allen swung open the door and held his hands out in a grand gesture that wasn't really needed.

The studio was simple, white walls with polished wood flooring, nothing exciting. The wall of mirrors was void of any fingerprints or smudges and everything looked like new. It was obvious that it was well kept, but despite the blandness of the studio, Lavi still let out a long whistle.

"Nice studio ya' got here, I don't like practicing at home either, so I'm definitely gonna take ya' up on that offer bro." Allen moved out of the way for Lavi when he walked out onto the floor. His perfect grin seemed to get brighter as he looked at the both of them in the mirror.

The pair both stood there for a moment, just staring at their reflections in the large mirror, it was very clear, and Lavi thought that he'd get in trouble with the clean police if he touched it. An idea struck him quickly during his little staring session, his personality forcing him to ask it before thinking about the question.

"Hey Allen," He spoke up, watching as the boy turned his head to look at him, despite the fact that they could see each other fine in the mirrors, "How 'bout ya' show me what you can do?" The redhead turned his head tipping it back slightly, gestured towards the dance floor, his single red eyebrow arched upwards.

"Stick around for the show and you'll see, I don't strip for free." Allen turned on his heel, swishing his hips jokingly as he walked towards a door on the far wall. Lavi chuckled slightly, noticing that his sentence rhymed, probably, unintentionally, "Come on, there's still some things I gotta show you." Lavi shrugged before letting out a catcall as he followed, Allen taking it pleasingly.

"Damn, ya' always such a tease?" Allen smiled, letting out a quick 'Pffft!' as he pushed the scratched door open, revealing a rather large room with the paint slightly peeling around the corners. Across the center of a wall a white vanity with multiple light bulbs surrounded a large mirror, comfortable looking bar stools perched invitingly in front of the counter. Blinking Christmas lights of every color trailed around the room past all the makeup cabinets and clothing racks filled to the brim with their respectable items.

"You could say that, or you could say that I'm a man just trying to make a living." Allen spoke, giving Lavi one last playful wink as he spoke, his steel-blues eyes meeting Lavi's single green one. He picked a black top hat off the counter and turned around, plopping it on Lavi's head, wondering how he would look in it, "This is the makeup slash dressing room by the way." He stated, all be it a pointless statement due to the answer of what this room was rather obvious.

"As a stripper?" Lavi grinned in a cocky manor, taking the velvet hat off and placing it on a rack overflowing with miscellaneous props.

"I never said it was an honest living." Allen smirked back, Lavi instantly started laughing. To be honest, they both rather enjoyed this playful banter.

"Guess I can't argue there." Allen ushered Lavi out of the room insistently before pulling the door shut, their trip to the makeup/dress room feeling somewhat short, but it wasn't the most important room, so it didn't matter much how long they had stayed.

"I didn't think you'd be able to." The white-haired boy spoke, leading the way back up the stairs and on to the main dance floor. "That's basically everything you need to worry about. The staff bathroom and showers are in the back the way you came. This will be where I take my leave to get ready for the show but you're welcome to stick around. Komui and Lenalee usually have something that's needs to be done, so you can help them for tonight if you're interested." Allen smiled one last time before waving goodbye. As he walked away towards the showers he could feel his heart swell with excitement, why it was beginning to beat so quickly didn't surprise him, he always got this way before shows, but he could just feel that tonight was going to be great.

Time passed quickly as Allen walked this way and that around the still empty club, getting ready for tonight's show. Lenalee had already been in to make sure he was dressed and to help with his hair and makeup. The deep bass and the sound of people above made his heart beat faster in anticipation as he stretched alone. He was always excited to perform his shows, it was always like that, but tonight was different. Tonight he couldn't ignore that little feeling in the pit of his stomach, knowing it was the small flutter of hope that Lavi had stayed for the show. He didn't know why he wanted the man to be there, it's not like he knew him well or anything, but for some reason he wanted Lavi there more than anything.

The speakers crackled as Allen's name filled the room along with cheers of enthusiasm. The pleasant butterflies in his stomach seemed to beat with renewed vigor as he hauled himself off the floor and up the stairs. He snuck around the back and placed himself behind the stage, doing his regular breathing exorcises before the show would start, finally ready to go.

Lavi had decided to stay for the night, helping out with Komui and some of his, somehow, never ending paper work, glad that he was now wandering out into the crowd, drink in hand, curtsey of the bartender that he had met earlier that day before the club had opened up. He was a calm, blond-haired man by the name of Reever, and Lavi had got to know him rather well in the short time that they had talked, Reever not only welcoming to the Black Order, but also telling him how he ended up there and the such. He had also helped out at the bar for a while after he decided to stay, getting rather angry with Komui quickly and deciding to help out with Reever, and of course he had stayed, he had to see Allen perform after all. He was curious to say the least, Allen definitely didn't look like he'd exploit his body for a living, but judging by the mass of people mobbing together around the stage, all looking rather excited, he was starting to think otherwise.

"Hey Lavi! Are you ready?!" Lenalee shouted at the red-head, noticing him leaning on the wall near the back of the room, walking up next to the redhead.

"Yeah!" Lavi yelled back, "He's got quite the crowd! Is it always like this?!" They both stepped closer as excited fans pushed themselves past.

"Oh yeah! Allen only works on Fridays and Saturdays! Our profit skyrockets! Especially on nights where he does performances like this!" The redhead raised an eyebrow at that. Only two days a week? Now that sounded fun, not to mention that if Allen is as good as he acts then he probably rakes in the cash.

Before Lavi could respond the lights on the stage switched on and a heavy guitar riff tore through the noise.

Allll right!

Allen ran out onto the stage causing the screams and cheers to double in volume. Lavi's eyes widened in surprise. Allen looked completely different from their meeting earlier. The boy had taken a full 180 from his baggy sweat pants to some of tightest black jeans Lavi had ever seen. Not to mention that the white shirt and black jacket clung to Allen in such a way that you could see every curvature of his petite body. His white hair was tousled sexily and his gray eyes perfectly defined. Lavi had never seen such a sex god and the boy hadn't even started dancing yet. Maybe it was that sexy half-lidded look he was giving the crowd that made him seem so attractive, or maybe it was the overly tall black stripper heels that made him look great, like Jesus, those shoes must have had given him an extra five inches.

Allen strode to the single microphone provocatively, his hips swaying to the beat, a small skip being placed into his strides that made him seem like he couldn't stop moving. The vocals began with Allen mimicking them perfectly, his body rolling expertly.

Hey, you're a crazy bitch but you fuck so good I'm on top of it! When I dream I'm doin' you all night! Scratches all down my back to keep me right on!

The screams increased as Allen took off his jacket, throwing it off to the side of the stage. His long fingers began unbuttoning his shirt with ease as he continued to walk around the stage getting everyone excited.

Take it off! The paper is your game! You jump in bed with fame!

The white haired boy ripped the shirt off his slim shoulders and pointed at himself cockily sending the entire audience into a lust filled frenzy, everyone but Lavi at least. The boy was in too much shock to react. Lenalee on the other hand kept glancing between Allen and Lavi, noticing how they both had eyes on each other. It wasn't long into the performance when Allen had noticed the red-head in the crowd and couldn't tear his eyes away. Just seeing the man sent waves of encouragement through him, giving him even more energy than any fan had given him before. After all, when somebody new would come by everyone would want to show off what they could do.

Lenalee knew that Lavi would crack his indifferent outer shell when he saw what Allen was about to do. This performance had always been the best with almost any crowd. Lenalee just knew Allen would choose this particular one for the night.

Allen walked to the microphone with a sexy swagger in his step. He placed one hand on the microphone and leaned in close, discreetly turning it on for his next stunt.

"Crazy bitch," Allen's breath came hot and low, his voice filling the room and sending shivers through the crowd, be especially Lavi, "Crazy bitch," As Allen continued to sing his voice dipped lower and lower, small gasps and exhausted pants leaving his lips, "Crazy...bitch..." Soon enough Allen's free hand lifted to his shoulder and slowly began sliding down his chest before coming to rest at his belt buckle. He tugged on it lightly, teasing the crowd with his movement, but retracted his fingers away in favor of wrapping them around the microphone.

"Hey...you're a crazy bitch but you fuck so good I'm on top of it. When I dream...I'm doing you all night. Scratches all down my back to keep me right on." Allen's eyelids lowered sexily, his realistic sounding moans shaking the stereos, he must have had some good experience on him to sound just like a girl with his moans. The music began picking up tempo again and so did Allen's hips, they had always been moving, which was one of the universal rules of stripping, but he gyrated in close proximity to the microphone stand as the chorus picked up again. The song began to draw to a close but not without Allen's help. He pulled the microphone from the stand and held it up to his lips.

"You're crazy but I like the way you fuck me!"

The song ended abruptly, the fans screaming out Allen's stage name 'Red', as he stood on stage smiling and waving at everyone kindly. Lavi looked over at Lenalee with the most confused look on his face. He tried to form words but not a single one would pass his lips. All he could say for certain was that Allen was the best at imitating sex noises.

Eventually the crowd dissipated enough for Allen to exit, quickly finding his friends in the center of the room. He laughed as he walked over barefoot, his shoes left forgotten behind the stage.

"How was it?" Allen breathed, still in the afterglow of his performance. He wiped the sweat of his brow with the back of his hand, panting slightly from exhaustion.

"Well done as usual!" Lenalee and Allen high-fived like they do every night, as is tradition. Lavi stayed silent for a second before looking Allen in the eyes calmly.

"Are you some kind of sex god?"

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Authors Notes From Veridian: Hiii uwu

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I'm really excited to do this SUPER SECRET PROJECT OF AWESOMENESS (That's not much of a secret anymore but shhhh let's not talk about that.) with Shalcro. We'll be alternating between chapters and we'll most likely be updating randomly. Also! We do NOT own the song used, which is Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry by the way. I want to give a huge shout out to Shalcro for editing this cuz holy crap. It sounds sooo much better than the original haha. Anyway, thank you so much for reading~

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