A/N: Happy November my dear friends! I hope you had a wonderful Halloween! This is sort of a special edition of day after day, at nearly 2000 words It probably should be. A thought got into my head and would not escape, so this very quickly got long.
Despite all this lovely inspiration flow, somehow writers block struck again; I knew exactly what was going to happen and in what order, but no words came out. Because of such awful writers block, A Rose in Winter may or may not be delayed by a day. Apologies.
A Potato: Thank you very much dearest friend, I'm so glad you enjoyed! The movie they were watching was actually The Bucket List; a personal favourite of mine. I felt it fit quite well, as the two main characters are polar opposites at the beginning; one grumpy and mean, one very much not. During the last few months of their lives these two characters become close friends, and the grumpy one becomes a far better person by the end.
I'm condensing it heavily but its a very good movie that I recommend.
Magicantix: That's a good suggestion lel. If any of you feel like writing smut based on any of that, fuckign go ahead. I have no ability to write such things.
Thank you so much friend! Hearing such amazing compliments makes me smile; your support means a lot!
DuwangChew: Hah, well for all this fluff and loveliness, that's what being in a relationship really entails: Driving to the store at 3 AM because your girlfriend is sick and needs acetaminophen or pads or something. Domestic shit.
Future visions are so easy for me to write, and I love doing it! There will always be more of that coming, friend! Thank you so much!
Queen Sydon: This entire story is basically excerpts from imaginary filler episodes of LWA, so I'm glad it feels like a romcom!
Hah, it basically boils down Akko having some severe anxiety about things that will probably never be relevant. Insurance like the kind she bought is for businesses, to settle suits that usually come up from a fuckup on the job that results in injury. Akko does not own a business, she is basically in highschool. And if she's worried about Luna Nova being sued for her antics, they almost certainly already have such insurance.
Being in a relationship with something who has this kind of anxiety, sometimes all you can really do is help them along with their scheme, help them calm and feel like everything is alright. Things can always be cancelled afterword. Sucy is just being a good not girlfriend! ^.^
I hope you enjoy!
Excited whispers filled the corridors of Luna Nova, the everyday roar dulling into gentle waves on the shore. Witches giggled in their hushed conversations as they carried streamers, pumpkins, and many other decorations up and down the hall.
Sucy however, was not giggling. The alchemist felt no excitement for such a loud and social function, itching to have her guinea pig's hand in hers. Though in the past few weeks she had been more sociable; going on picnics, hanging out in public places, this was different.
All Hallow's Eve had come and gone, the Sahmain festival concluding successfully, but the witches of Luna Nova still pleaded for more.
A costume ball, like the mortal highschools did every year, was eventually accepted by the faculty; a reward for such an enjoyable festival, and for a fully completed semester.
Akko and Lotte had squealed in joy at the news, excitedly conversing on costume design while Sucy sat curled up on her bed. 'It will be fun!' The little girl in her head pushed, adding with a teasing sing song. 'You can dance with Akko~'
She thought about it all day, ferrying decorations to the auditorium, her eyes glazed over in thought. Akko was looking forward to this; the excitement, the colours, the joy on everyone's faces; surely the alchemist's natural pressure would kill the mood, rob her of a fun evening. She wasn't meant to be there.
And so her position stood until that evening, despite Akko and Lotte's pleas and the constant badgering by voices in her head.
When the girls came back from the locker room, Sucy had already tucked in for the night, a thick book opened in her hands. Her constant frown seemed even deeper, like a great weight was pressing down on the witch's shoulders, a nearly visible cloud of gloom hanging over her head.
She kept her nose buried in the pages as they excitedly rushed into the dorm, Akko's loud entertainer's voice praising the little ginger for her craftsmanship. "These turned out so great Lotte! I swear you could work on movies!"
"What do you think Sucy?"
The alchemist's forlorn scowl melted at the sight of her dearest, mouth slightly drifting open as she scanned bottom to top. Sparkling white boots caped with red on the toe and heel; long blue stockings that ran up her legs to rest around the middle of her thighs. A short blue skirt frilled out from the girl's hips, sitting just high enough to tease the crowd, but low enough to deny them any satisfaction.
Sucy felt personally victimized by this article of clothing, inwardly cursing the inventor of such an effective ratio.
Akko's open arms were swamped by billowing sleeves that covered less and less skin the further up they traveled, disappearing behind a cloak of red. Which, much to Sucy's dismay, covered the mark she had permanently etched into her dearest's skin.
"Well?" Akko tried again, attempting to snap the gaping witch from her trance. "I'm Chariot! Isn't it perfect?"
Sucy tore her eyes away from Akko's bare stomach to actually hear the words, letting them marinate inside her foggy brain. It was Chariot's outfit, no doubt, but as the alchemist observed, she found it suited Akko better. She truly looked wonderful, the entire outfit fitting her body exactly; that goofy hat on her head adding a touch of innocence to what is otherwise a rather sultry and teasing look.
"I can't wait for everyone to see it!"
That caused Sucy to jump, the reality of the situation flowing in like pressurized water on a submarine.
Akko was going to a party. With lots of people. Who will be looking at her.
'And who knows? Maybe they'll like what they see and ask her to dance.' The little girl was deliberately goading her now, poking and prodding to get the wanted response. 'Maybe they'll take your absence as permission to sweep her away.'
Sucy's eye twitched.
"I'm going." She said suddenly, interrupting whatever Akko was yammering on about at the time.
Lotte pressed her hands together, smiling brightly at the alchemist's change of heart. "Really?! But you haven't prepared a costume how will-"
"I'll be there." Sucy reaffirmed, closing the book with a slam. "I'll get a costume and meet up later."
Once the initial shock had worn off, Akko nodded vigorously. "Yes! Yes! We'll wait for you there!"
She almost bounced out of the room with Lotte, both of their moods heightened by their friends decision.
Choosing a costume was easy enough, but crafting it took a bit of espionage. A historical military uniform stolen from the school storage wing, a pumpkin nicked from a mortal family's doorstep, a sharp knife taken from the cafeteria to improve the pumpkin's wimpy smile.
Just an hour of work and she looked perfect, a simple misdirection spell making it look like the pumpkin under her arm and the head on her shoulders swapped places. A headless soldier wandering the land for her lost love.
'But your love isn't lost, is she? You know exactly where she is, so go get her.'
One last look in the makeshift mirror and Sucy was out the door, marching down the hall with focus and vigor. So what if she scared a few wusses? She was going to dance with Akko, and make her claim clear.
It took literally 3 seconds to locate Akko and the others, her giant white had contrasting easily against all the dark colours. The brunette beamed brightly when she saw her approach, grabbing her gloved hands and swinging them back and forth. "Sucyyy!~ Isn't this great? Everyone smiling, dancing; even you came!"
Amanda, dressed in full Dracula getup, snickered. "Yeah, she's really likes it when you come."
What was apparently Constanze, locked inside a robotic power suit, elbowed the redhead in the stomach, taking Lotte's usual place as Pavlovian filter.
"Leave them alone, Amanda, we can't have Sucy getting grumpy." The smaller ginger admonished. "Don't you have a prank to be pulling?" Sucy squinted at the underhanded comment. Lotte agreed with her original reasons for refusing this function, but pushed her to go anyway.
"Oh yeah! Let's mess with people!" Amanda cheered at the mention of delinquent antics, tugging Jasminka and Constanze away by the arm.
"We'll take care of her." Lotte promised, rushing away behind the three other girls. "You two have fun!"
And with that, the girls were left alone to bounce and sway together. "I don't see why they all have to go." Sucy remarked, setting her pumpkin off to the side and breaking the misdirection for her partner's sake. A pumpkin for a head wasn't exactly attractive.
She had to admit though, Akko's excitement was infectious, worming it's way through the alchemist's icy heart. They spun and laughed, any previous anxieties left at the door the moment Akko's big dumb grin was sent her way.
But after around seven minutes, the funky beats died down, as did the lights, and Sucy squeezed the brunette's hands in a concerned effort to reassure herself of Akko's continued existence in the darkness.
A bright light fell upon them suddenly, a spotlight from somewhere in the rafters singling them out specifically. She squinted up at the source, attempting to find the perpetrator, but was interrupted by the return of and subsequent change in genre of music.
It began with a steady one-two of strings, a gentle saxophone gliding in to begin the melody. Looking back on it, Sucy would have lashed out on a normal day, demanding the light be turned off. But she didn't do that, instead chuckling to herself and bowing, a hand held out in front of her. This was her chance to show off.
"Shall we, Lady Chariot?" She offered with a teasing grin.
"We shall, my dear soldier!" Akko giggled, taking Sucy's gloved hand.
Their joined hands extended out to the side, bringing them close. Sucy's hand went down to the other witch's waist, beginning to lead Akko back and around as more instruments joined the waltz.
"Follow my lead..." Sucy whispered, each step in time with the brass bass, leading her dearest around the centre of the room, adding whispered directions before each movement.
"Left... Back... Spin... Back..."
Out of the corner of her eye, Sucy could see the others watching them from the music mixer with pleased faces, though Jasminka was nowhere to be seen.
She spun Akko out at arms length, pulling her back in as the orchestra quieted down for a gentle trombone to take the stage. The brunette's fingers slotted in front of her own, allowing Sucy to guide her movement personally, one to one, kisses pressing against the side of her neck.
"Where'd you learn to dance like this..." She whispered, head leaning back against the alchemist's shoulder. The answer brought up not so nice memories, ones she would rather replace with this night, lest dancing be ruined for her forever.
"Some other time, love. Let's bring this home with style." As the entire orchestra returned, Sucy spun her again pulling her back in for an on the spot spin. They grinned at eachother, laughing while they circled around and around.
As it all came to a head, the song reaching it's climax and conclusion, Sucy led her around the room in large steps. "Right... Back... Spin... Right... Back... Left..."
And finally as it was ending with a repeated phrase of downward notes, Akko span outwards, still attached to her love's hand. A moment of stillness as Sucy smiled at her. And then the brunette was being pulled in again, the last higher pitched repeat of the phrase ending in her being dipped low to the ground, two notes ending their dance.
The auditorium was in a sort of shocked silence; Sucy felt the light still bearing down against her back as they remained in that position breathing heavily, foreheads pressed together.
"FUCK YEAH!" Came a loud cheer, signalling the rest of the room to applaud the unscheduled performance. Many cheered, but the loudest were their friends, hooting and hollering from the mixer. "SMOOOOOOTH!" Constanze roared, the robotic arms of her costume cupping around her mouth for added oomph.
'See? I told you it would be fun!' The voice in her head giggled. 'And all you needed was a push.'
Sucy felt used.
A/N: Guys, I fuckign love waltzes. The picture of Sucy dipping Akko down makes me turn into Constanze. It's so gud.
If you are curious, the music referenced in this chapter is Waltz No. 2 by Dmitri Shostakovich. It's a wonderful piece with some very unique instrument choices for it's genre; I mean trombone on melody? I mean it fits the piece beautifully and sounds amazing, but wow that's different.
Enough of my babbling, I have to work on medieval gay.
I hope you enjoyed friends!