(A/Ns: this is for week 3 day 5, theme: AU. it's a little random, but eh. im happy with how it turned out lol. everyone just hates Jack. also Lacie saying "suck my dick" is the best thing ever, sorry i don't make the rules.

content warnings: drug use, smoking, swearing, implications of sex.

disclaimer: i do not own Pandora Hearts)


Week 3, Day 5 - The Tragedy Trio (+Levi) - 'AUs'

Knocking her head against the window of the train, Lacie let out an exaggerated sigh.

Her and her brother had been on this train for two hours now, travelling from one side of the country to the other: the location of their university.

Their family had left them a long, long time ago, leaving them with a relative. A relative who took no part in their upbringing, and likewise provided no support when they landed a place at the top university in the country.

Lacie would be studying Psychology, Philosophy, and Linguistics, an idea from her old teachers. She'd always had a skill for Philosophy, and was naturally quite talented at Psychology as well. And deciphering all the facial expressions of her brother always challenged that talent – all one facial expressions he possessed.

Her brother, Oswald, was a year older than her, and was therefore returning for his second year. He was studying Philosophy and Theology; not what you'd expect from someone as apathetic as him, but perhaps apathy was an advantage when discussing beliefs and such.

"So," Lacie attempted to start up a new conversation, idly fiddling with a strand of her hair between two fingers. "Are any of your old flatmates moving back in this week?"

"I don't know," Oswald grunted in response, his head knocked back against chair. "I didn't maintain contact with them."

"You're no fun," Lacie pouted.

That was the end of that.

Fortunately, their tediously long journey was finally coming to an end, the two reaching their destination, and subsequently dragging them and their belongings off the train.

The moment they were off the station platform, and away from the crowds of people, they stopped, Lacie taking a few seconds to yawn, stretch, and insult her brother. "You're boring."

Oswald, totally unfazed by her comment, didn't even respond. Instead, with his nonchalant stare briefly crossing Lacie's glare, he stuck a hand into his pocket, slipping out a cigarette and lighting up.

From beside him, Lacie scrunched her nose up, but didn't say anything. She simply waited for him to return the pack to his pocket, before leading the way to their dorm.

Annoyingly, they'd both been offered places at the same college. And to make matters worse, because they were both on the reduced offer scheme, Lacie and Oswald had coincidentally been placed in the same dorm. But – despite the fact he very rarely spoke of his experiences – Lacie distinctly remembered Oswald mentioning at some point that each room held three people.

The walk from the station to their room was relatively short, and before Oswald had even finished the cigarette, they arrived. Snuffing it out, he didn't hesitate one bit as he opened the door, signed in for the two of them, and then led Lacie to their room. That was one positive of having him as her brother; Lacie never had to actually do anything, because – to avoid hassle – Oswald did everything for them.

"Do you know who we're rooming with yet?" Lacie asked curiously, dragging their suitcases down the hallway. Everything smelt impeccably clean; everyone really knew that it would only take one flat party to ruin that.

"No."

Oswald's answer was blunt.

And then, when he opened the door, the two froze simultaneously.

Lacie really wished she'd gotten some warning for this, but given the (discreetly) shocked expression morphing onto her brother's features, she guessed he hadn't known either.

"Jack," she said, sternly. With an audible huff, she kicked the door shut behind them, and then drew in a deep breath. Planting a fake but scarily convincing smile on her face, she finally continued. "What are you doing here?"

The other student – Jack – instantly turned around, his face lighting up. And given the beaming smile which followed, it was clear that he hadn't picked up on the aggressive, bitter edge woven into Lacie's words. "Lacie!"

"No, it's not good," she deadpanned bluntly, her face dropping. "Answer my question."

"Haha, you were always so upfront," he chuckled. Oswald sighed loudly; he hated Jack more than Lacie did. "But really! How low are the odds that we'd both end up rooming together?!"

"Clearly not low enough," Lacie responded savagely. But Jack's smile had yet to fade – despite the blatant insults.

Him and Lacie had dated for over 6 years. But when rumours sparked regarding her and one of their other friends, Levi, Jack broke up with her. To no surprise, she was upset at first, which was what sparked Oswald to hate Jack too. However, after time, she came to learn that really, Jack was just a dick for falling for such obviously false rumours.

What really crossed the line was when Jack then begged for her back, which stirred a nasty argument, and eventually led to the two mutually agreeing not to speak to each other again.

Clearly, that plan had now gone to shit.

"What are you studying then?" Jack said cheerfully, ignoring the threatening glare from Lacie as he abandoned the boxes of stuff he'd previously been unpacking.

"Psychology and Philosophy," Lacie answered nonchalantly. She narrowed her eyes at him. "I swear Jack, if you're doing the same as me, I'm leaving."

"Aha, no! Of course not! I'm doing History."

At the very least, that warranted a sigh of relief.

"Ooh, is Levi in town?"

"No, but he's close. He's studying Philosophy, so I'm sure I can switch places with him." Lacie smiled bitterly.

"Hm… maybe you could invite him over later?"

Between spending a night alone with Oswald, or socialising with only Oswald and Jack, Lacie simply shrugged. "Sure."

Contrary to Oswald's third sigh, Lacie could think of worse ways to spend an evening. Besides, if Levi came, there was a 90% chance drugs would show up, and being high for their first night as roommates might just be bearable.


As expected, Levi wasn't doing anything that evening. Once fresher's week was over, at least. (Not that he was a fresher anyway). And within an hour of being invited, at around 8pm, he'd arrived to their flat, banging obnoxiously on the door.

Over a thick silence, Lacie answered the door.

"Where's Oswald?" Levi asked, before laying eyes on the other guest, you could say. "Woah, shit! Jack?"

"Ah, Levi!" Jack greeted, although the previous silence made his greeting seem somewhat awkward.

"Strange, but hi," Levi chuckled.

"He's outside," Lacie responded to his previous question. "On the balcony."

"Got it," Levi said. "I'll say hi to him, and then I'll sure as hell return to this wonderful sexual tension."

"Suck my dick, asshole," Lacie shot back, grinning to herself.

"Gladly."

Levi's reply wasn't exactly what she'd anticipated, but before she could retort to that, Levi had slipped outside.

"What's their deal?" he asked, approaching Oswald from behind as he lit a cigarette.

Oswald, tapping the ash of his own cigarette, didn't say anything at first. Instead, a slight frown formed across his face. Then, he spoke. "He thinks Lacie has forgiven him."

"Come on, it's been like, what, two years?" Levi scoffed, dragging on the cigarette. All of this seemed to be amusing him, strangely. "Can't you guys move on?"

"Not until he apologises."

"He's not a bad guy. He'll apologise once he figures out you're still pissed at him."

"He's clueless," Oswald said bluntly, exhaling a stream of smoke.

"And you're not?" Levi snorted.

The glare which Oswald shot him was nothing short of unimpressed.

"If you really want, I'll piss him off for you."

"I don't trust you."

"I have an idea."

Oswald's expression was no more impressed, if anything less. Taking the last drag of the cigarette, he took the time to exhale the smoke and snuff it out before giving his usual brief response. "I still don't trust you."

"I brought coke."

"You are not giving Jack drugs."

"Fuck yeah I am," Levi grinned, grinding his cigarette out into the ashtray. "Here's the plan. We all get high, and then I sleep with Lacie."

"I don't want you sleeping with my sister."

"It'll be fine. I'll go gently."

"Irrelevant." Oswald grimaced. "What do I get out of it?"

"An extra line of coke."

It was strange that Oswald was seriously considering this. But even if he didn't remember anything from this night, at least Jack would finally realise that Lacie hadn't forgiven him. Although it might make the next year awkward as heck…

At least he'd get to see Jack upset about it for once.

(Ignoring the fact they'd spend all night listening to Levi and Lacie screwing, that was.)

"Deal," Oswald said, shaking hands with Levi. "But not for the coke. Only to annoy Jack."

"Sure," Levi smirked.

Spinning on his heel, Oswald felt compelled to add under his breath: "I still get the extra line."

As expected, when they walked back inside, Lacie and Jack were still staring at each other in a thick, tense silence. The only difference was that Lacie's glass of liquor had now been totally emptied.

"Sorry if I'm interrupting something here," Levi said sarcastically and he plonked down onto the sofa. "But I've got a little something for us, fufu."

In the split second during which Levi caught Lacie's line of view, he gave her a subtle wink. And instantly, a smirk tugged at her lips.

As he sat down, Oswald shifted uncomfortably. Since Levi had sat next to Lacie, she'd nestled up disturbingly close to him. He feared that one wink from Levi was enough for Lacie to get in on the plan.

"So," Levi sat up again without further ado, rummaging around in his pockets before producing a generously packed, transparent bag of white powder. "Who wants coke?"

"It wouldn't be an evening with you without it, would it?" Lacie narrowed her eyes at him, but threw her arms up nonetheless. "Whatever. Count me in."

"I've already spoken to my buddy Oswald," Levi chuckled, earning a glare from said friend. "Jack?"

"Well I can't say no, right?" Jack laughed. Nervously, at that.

Wordlessly, and with eloquent precision, Levi split up the drug into five even lines, making no comment of the extra one. Within a few seconds, he was done, each line having an equal length and width.

"Ladies first." He winked at Lacie once again, handing her the rolled note.

Swiftly, without a second of hesitation, Lacie shuffled to the end of the sofa, leant her head over it, and snorted her line in one breath.

Next to take his line was Levi, his pupils visibly dilating within a few seconds of the drug reaching his brain. He grinned. "This is good stuff. Jack?"

Jack gratefully but tentatively took the rolled note from Levi, staring at the line of cocaine. It stared back at him, temptingly.

Even though Lacie had apparently become engaged in some clandestine conversation with Levi, Jack still thought she'd notice if he refused. So, with a cautious aura about his actions, the blonde snorted his line, instantly being overwhelmed by the high.

A few seconds later, when he glanced up wearily, the fourth line had already gone. He assumed Oswald took it. But thanks to his drug-addled brain, Jack was unable to figure out why he appeared so… unfazed.

The room quickly fell into silence yet again, spare Levi and Lacie's inaudible conversation with the occasional chuckle. Although admittedly, everyone else was too high to notice this.

Then, rather abruptly, after another minute or so, Levi winked at Lacie, and stood up. Willingly, Lacie stood up, wrapped her fingers clumsily around his, before allowing herself to be led to her bedroom.

Jack, at first perplexed, shot Oswald a strange glance. Oswald, on the other hand, remained completely stoic.

Even when the sound of a creaking mattress sounded.

"Ah, I think she's over me…" Jack said, mostly to himself but somewhat directed at the other. He was disappointed, sure, but too high to feel that bad.

From the outside, Oswald didn't even appear to have registered his message. Internally, however, he was doing a victory dance.

"Oh well. I guess I'll just have to become friends with you, then!"

Oswald blinked, let that sink in, and then proceeded to snort his extra line in a single, sharp breath.