Children of the Revolution

Author's Note: Alex/Nicky is such a great ship. Idk why it's not that popular. Also, I love trans OITNB HCs more than I love myself. I came up with this AU several months ago, but I'm just now writing it. There will be trigger warnings before each chapter. I made 2 moodboards, and a goddamn playlist. Bc I'm trash. Anyway, expect lots of queer stuff and secrets being revealed. I'll probably add the moodboards and playlist later. For now, enjoy the first chapter.


It starts with a bowling ball, and a bored Alex sitting in the backyard of her and her mom's new house. Mainly a large black bowling ball landing in her backyard, narrowly missing her foot. She yelps in surprise.

"What the fuck?!" Alex cries.

"Oh shit! Sorry mate. Hang on, I'll come around," says an unfamiliar voice.

Alex is baffled. But she sees the back-gate swings open a moment later, to reveal a girl with a mane of dirty blonde hair, and big brown doe eyes. She grins sheepishly.

"Sorry about that. I just got really pissed. Needed to throw shit. You understand."

Alex, in all honesty, isn't sure that she does understand. But she nods. This causes the girl to grin wider. Alex steps back, nervously. The girl laughs.

"Relax! I don't bite! Unless you're into that," She winks. "I'm Nicky. And you are?"

"Alex. I'm…I'm new in town. Wanna tell me why you were so angry that you threw a bowling ball at me?"

"My m-…My guardian, was being an absolute bitch. More than usual. I figured that 'losing' some fancy bowling ball she bought for decoration would be an adequate revenge," Nicky's smirking.

Alex is a little perturbed. But she merely smiles. She doesn't want to scare off her first potential friend in this new town.

"Understandable, I guess," she replies.

Nicky walks over. She plunks her ass down next to Alex. She smiles at her, trying her hardest to convey friendliness. Alex decides to give her new neighbor a chance. Her mom is at work, and its summer. No school, a new town, and nobody to entertain her. She might as well.

They begin to chat. Really chat, instead of the strange introductions that they started with. Alex finds out that Nicky's legal guardian and birthmother is a woman named Marka, but that Nicky rarely stays at her house, instead staying with her 'real ma'. A fiery Russian woman named Red. She finds out that Nicky's surname is Nichols. She laughs too hard. She finds out that Nicky's a 17-year-old lesbian (like Alex herself), and that she has a cat named Jasper.

Nicky finds out about Alex as well. Including that she's also 17 and gay. Alex apparently lives with her mother, a kind and hard-working woman named Diane. She doesn't have any pets, but she wouldn't be opposed to getting one. Her last name is Vause. Her birthfather split as soon as he found out her mother was pregnant. But she's happy to have her mother, and considers her to be more than enough.

Their gentle conversation is eventually interrupted by the backdoor opening to reveal a middle-aged woman with blue eyes and black hair.

"Allie, baby, I'm home. What do you want for dinner?" The woman, apparently, Diane Vause, sees Nicky. "Who's your friend?"

"Mom, this is Nicky. Nicky, this is my mom," Alex introduces them.

"Well, Nicky, would you like to stay for dinner?"

Nicky glances between Diane, who's got a gentle smile, and Alex, who's looking at her with raised eyebrows. She shifts, suddenly skittish. But she really doesn't want to go back to Marka's. And she knows that Red is out of town, visiting her sons.

"Uh…If that's ok. I mean, I don't wanna intrude or whatever," Nicky stammers.

"Nonsense! You're welcome to join us. As long as you wash up before dinner, that is. Now come on it, you two," Diane replies, before walking inside.

They end up making spaghetti, with Nicky insisting on helping however she can. They all sit down on an old red couch, and chat happily. The spaghetti sauce is from a jar, and the cheese is the kind that comes as a powder in a green plastic cylinder. But Nicky can't remember any gourmet restaurants providing a more satisfying meal.