Super summary: Very pretty, but you can't fall in love with it.
Summary: Good morning Belvoire City! How are the beautiful people of the city of the future doing today? Hopefully very well, because starting tomorrow we enter a new era thanks to our funders at the Council of Light. Council head and owner of Sinclairs Robotic Corporation, Piers Sinclair, has announced the completion of the latest generation of androids. Why have real friends when you can buy and program your own? Naturally, this news created a buzz among people in the lower classes, which further intensified the backlash from self-proclaimed rebels. More on this in a later news issue. My name is Thomas Stiles and you're listening to Newsflash FM.
The wide-ranging echo of the clicking stilettos echoed off the pristine white walls of one of the long corridors through the main S.R.C building, making the eyes of the employees turn automatically to where the sound was coming from. With her chin held high and her back straight, she glided along the corridor, her mouth twisted into an arrogant smile by her sense of superiority over everyone around her. Poppy Min Sinclair did not seem to care about the reactions of the onlookers, who did not even hide their interest in her.
The girl only stopped when her path was blocked by a huge, metal-shining door leading to her destination. The coldness of the door chilled her blood. The moment her skin made contact with one of the handles, an unpleasantly cold shiver ran through her. Her body reacted this way every time she had to deal with something created by her father. She hated anything related to robotics, and an in-door scan was just one of those things.
After, in her opinion, a moment too long and a few clinks of metal, the doorknob flashed bright green releasing the locking mechanisms of the door, allowing Poppy to freely enter the room on the other side, which was her father's private office.
Despite his age, Piers Sinclair looked like a specimen of health with one small drawback; his mechanized hand, which he usually kept locked behind his back. This time was no different. The man stood with his back turned to the door, the metal of his hand glistening in the light of the setting sun, and he seemed to be proudly lost in thoughts, watching the far-reaching horizon of Belvoire City.
"Miranda, please turn off the holoview."
The holoview would be turned off in five seconds.
And just as a beautiful panorama stretching the length of the room illuminated it with its radiance, in one second it disappeared revealing a cold, bare wall with not a scrap of life. The room previously resembling a friendly office turned into an overwhelming high-tech hospital room.
The man turned as if finally realizing he wasn't alone and flashed his daughter a beaming smile, one he had reserved just for her and wasn't a trained muscle memory.
"You wanted to see me?" started Poppy, taking a seat in the plush chair across from her father's desk without even waiting for his invitation.
Piers snorted.
"Right to the point, you did take after your mother after all," the man smiling under his breath reached for the automatic bar and when his daughter shook her head, he took one scotch on the rocks and took a seat in his chair.
Poppy looked at her father critically in surprise at this behavior. "I didn't know you started drinking at work."
Piers moved the glass away from his mouth and looked at the ice cubes glistening in the amber liquor, his thoughts seemingly far away. He smiled again, but this time the gesture was full of distance. "In that case, I'll need it," he raised the scotch in a cheers gesture and drank the entire contents at once, leaving his stunned daughter without another word.
She had heard rumors spreading in the office that Piers was slowly starting to lose control of his sense of reality, but today she had witnessed her father mixing pleasure with work, two things he had always separated with a thick wall and never allowed to mingle. Seemingly no big deal, yet it was suspicious enough that the girl couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach.
"Say my daughter-" Piers began cautiously, fiddling with the remaining ice cubes, spinning them in circles, the sound extremely annoying. "How much do you know about the existing rebellion?"
Poppy looked at her father, but this time his sharp gaze was fixed on her, making her feel uneasy. "I know that these people hold the whole class of labor and riot..."
"Those wild animals-" Piers growled, his mechanical hand slamming into the desk nearly breaking it in half. "They have no right to call themselves human!” smoke nearly escaped from his nose and his chest aggressively rose and fell in rhythm with the shallow breaths he drew in. Seeing the horror on his daughter's face, Piers grunted and, using his capable hand, corrected an untidy fallen strand of his hair. "The market situation does not look optimistic," he replied, this time in his calm tone. "Attacks on our supplies have started to become more frequent, which could jeopardize your safety. To these animals, it doesn't matter how many decent people die for their made-up ideas. I won't let you be one of them."
The girl watched in horror as her father clapped his hands and a female figure, too perfect to be real, emerged from a dark corner of the room that she hadn't paid attention to before. Her silver irises stared impassively ahead and her face betrayed not an ounce of emotion. Her long brown hair, tipped with blonde, matched perfectly with the long red cloak she wore, despite the prevailing summer and the heated room. Under the coat, she noticed the harness for weapons on her thighs, one per leg.
"Here's my life's work, right after you," Piers winked in the direction of his daughter, who found it bizarre in the current situation. "Meet B34, your newest generation private bodyguard," pride seeped into Piers's words, and the awe with which he observed the android could be mistaken for frenzied adoration. The man looked like a proud parent sending his child off to school for the first day.
"My what?" she asked dully, unable to take her eyes off the much taller than her android who seemed not even aware of her presence in the room. She shook her head trying to bring her thoughts to order, already preparing an attack on her father in her mind. Now she understood why he had to drink the scotch before he shared the news with her. "I don't need a bodyguard, I know how to defend myself," she snorted like a little girl. She did that every time her parents did something against her when she was a kid, and it stayed that way.
Piers looked at B34, only to shift his critical gaze to his daughter a moment later. "Didn't you just happen to fail the last self-defense class your mom and I took out specifically for you?"
The girl rolled her eyes and ran her gaze over her nails. "I had a new manicure that day, I couldn't let Vee's work go to waste-" before she could finish her sentence, B34 stepped silently behind her, yanking her out of the soft chair, locking both of her hands together and applying something sharp to her exposed throat. Poppy didn't even manage to make a sound; she was too paralyzed by the thought of being trapped by a huge metallic machine whose chill she could feel even through her clothes.
Unfazed, Piers began to clap as he continued to admire the capabilities of his newest creation. Seeing the horror painted on his daughter's face, he waved his hand carelessly. "That's enough; I think my daughter has understood my point."
As if by magic wand, B34 released Poppy from her steel grip, but she didn't budge even a millimeter, still standing close to her and definitely invading her physical privacy. This did not escape the girl's attention, and after collecting her scattered thoughts, she turned to look the android straight in the eye. It was quite a challenge, because even being in stilettos; B34 was still higher than her by about 10 inches.
Even up close, B34 looked frighteningly human, and if it wasn't for the blonde's knowledge, she wouldn't have thought she was dealing with a high-tech android. Her hand involuntarily started to reach towards the brunette's palm, but she quickly gave up on the idea when the silver gaze caught her doing so. For some reason it embarrassed her.
Bizarre. That was the only way Poppy was able to describe the situation.
"B34 will take you home where hopefully you will get along, this is crucial. After all you will be spending a ton of time with each other,” Piers clapped for the last time. “Miranda turn on the holoview, please."
The holoview will be turned on in five seconds.
And just as at first the holoview lit up the gloomy room, this time however, showing Belvoire City bathed in the glow of a starry sky and the million neon lights that adorned the city streets, delighting the people who lived there and attracting tourists. Piers turned away from the girls and, separating himself from them existentially, began to be lost in thoughts again signaling the end of the conversation.
Turning on her heel, Poppy flew out of the office as fast as a breath of cool air in winter, forcing B34 to quicken her pace.
By this hour the office was more deserted and none of the onlookers had witnessed the blonde's face all red in anger at her father. She couldn't believe that, despite knowing how much she hated his creations, he had fated her to live with this frighteningly resembled a human thing. And what irritated her even more, was that she found her appearance attractive.
Lost in her own thoughts, she didn't even notice when B34 led her to a strange car that stood in the middle of an empty underground parking lot. It wasn't any car she associated with her father's collection, this one looked too sporty and youthful for his taste. Tinted bulletproof windows, equally bulletproof wheels, a metallic paint that shone red wine colored, all topped off with a spoiler on the back of the car.
Only after a long moment did she realize that the B34 was standing by the passenger door, opening it wide and waiting for Poppy to settle safely into her seat.
Poppy rolled her eyes overwhelmed by everything that had just happened. "Will you buckle my seat belt too?" she growled in a taunting tone, even though in theory the B34 was just as doomed to her by her father as she was.
"If this is what you expect, ma'am."
B34 was already trying to buckle Poppy's belts when the blushing girl shook off her hand, although with difficulty, because when her hand met the android's palm, she remembered that this one was made of metal and the impact's momentum was far more painful, though she didn't let it show.
"I'll be fine," her eyes hurled thunderbolts in the direction of the unmoved girl, who, without further word, sat behind the wheel and, with a squeal of tires, sped out of the parking lot.
As all the adrenaline drained from the blonde, her head fell back against the windshield in exhaustion. With a lazy gaze, she watched the streets of Belvoire City pass by them, which was just beginning to recover from the day's stagnation at night. She saw rich people lining up in front of various clubs, waiting for their turn to get drunk and poor people lurking in dark alleys, searching through trash cans or snatching things out of their hands as they fought to survive. She turned her head away unable to look at this.
Her gaze fell on B34, who with her stone face drove along the streets of the city, cutting her way as if she knew its layout by heart. Surely it was her father's doing the girl was programmed that way, knowing the city and the way to their home. In her presence, Poppy felt threatened as well as safe by turns, which drove her brain crazy.
In her head, every now and then she replayed the few words B34 had addressed her with, trying to understand how her father had come to such perfection. The girl's voice didn't sound robotic, on the contrary, it was somewhat low and melodic, almost soothing. Mirroring her with her eyes from top to bottom, Poppy at least had the assurance with her appearance the android would not embarrass her among her snobbish rich friends.
Image was the most important thing to her.
The car stopped under a tall skyscraper with huge letters S.R.C on its top, which after her father's words today, actually looked like a big target. Despite its looks, the building was also an office, but at the very top was one of Sinclair's penthouse suites.
Poppy crawled out of the car stretching her frozen bones. The closer she got to her bedroom, the more tired she felt.
As she climbed the stairs leading up to the building, the door was opened by an old doorman who nodded his hat with a broad smile.
"Good evening Miss Sinclair. I see you're with an escort today," the older man joked, though his words were not far from the truth. And though Poppy despised people of a lower class, Mr. Ray was one of the few people, in fact the only one, who knew her from childhood and inside out. She couldn't count the number of times she hid in his corner from her angry parents.
B34 did not reciprocate her affection towards the older man and surveyed him with her eyes, her hand suspiciously hidden under the cloak behind her back. Poppy, seeing the android's alarming behavior, noticed in a flash that one of the Glocks was missing from her harness. Horrified by this fact she grabbed the brunette by the arm pulling her away from the man, bidding him a quick goodbye.
"What was that supposed to be?" she asked furiously as she made sure the man was out of earshot. With an aggressive motion of her hand, she pointed toward the B34's hidden hand.
"I had to be on alert. You can't trust anyone, danger could be anywhere," she replied dispassionately not understanding the agitation from the shorter girl.
"So far the only threat is you," she hissed as she led her into the elevator and pressed the button for the last floor. In her annoyance she pressed a few other buttons as well, extending the time she would spend alone with the android. "Beautiful, fucking beautiful."
The brunette watched Poppy's behavior in silence, analyzing her gestures and facial expressions. Her main job was to defend the girl, but in the meantime she was also going to get familiar with human behavior and traditions.
After a ride that seemed strangely longer than the car ride home, Poppy flew out of the elevator as if at break neck speed and took a breath of fresh air, the tightness from her chest disappearing. She was finally in her safe haven. A creamy metallic ball of fur started running towards her as if to greet her, and it stopped terrified with a whine when it noticed the barrel of a gun pointed in its direction.
"What the hell are you doing again?" this was too much, her soothed nerves turned into a raging tornado again when she saw the B34 aiming at her dog. A lot can be understood, but this poured the bitterness. "Listen B34 because I won't repeat myself. If I ever see you again, trying to shoot anyone close to me, I swear, I'll turn you into a sardine can with my own hands," saying those words she came closer and closer to the brunette until her forehead stopped directly on the aiming gun which the android lowered in the blink of an eye. Poppy puffed out her chest for more effect, but with the android's height she looked like an angry toddler. "Did you absorb that into that forged head of yours?"
B34 measured her with her eyes, her cool silvery gaze looking defiantly into the brown depths of the blonde's eyes, almost breaking her courage and crumbling like a house of cards. The android, without a word in her direction, slipped the Glock into its holster and approached the dog with an outstretched hand, upon closer inspection noticing that the animal, like her, was to some degree a robot. "I officially wanted to offer my sincerest apologies, half organic matter," she said this in a voice so serious, that Poppy almost broke through her anger and burst out laughing, but only an inarticulate sound came out of her mouth.
The dog looked distrustfully at the hand extended toward him and, contrary to his earlier terror, began, this time joyfully, to whine and lick. Without taking her eyes off the animal, the brunette turned her head to where the blonde was standing. "That dog seems to be broken. I would consider a checkup."
Against her better judgment, Poppy smiled at those words, but quickly caught herself in that gaffe and, ignoring both of them, dashed along the living room toward her bedroom. She stopped holding the door in her hands tilting her head towards the android who was now patting the dog's belly.
"I expect you as a professional bodyguard to be like my shadow, so that I don't have to see you," she said in a departing tone slamming the door behind her and leaning against it. She pressed a hand involuntarily to her heart, which was pounding like a herd of galloping horses. "What in the fuck just happened?"
My contribution for Poppy Weekend, this is actually for Day 1 but I couldn’t finish this work until now.
This is Poppy when she’s a Hogwarts student, of course we don;t have to debate which house she is in, it’s obviously Slytherin, LMAO
Queen B is over but to me Poppy doesn’t end there. I always want to make a comic set in Harry Potter universe and make it gay, I just love the dynamic between Poppy and Bea so much so I decide to keep them, especially Poppy in my ‘in the work’ comic, I think this is the reason why I didn’t feel so sad when Queen B is over because Poppy’s story is still going in another universe, at least for me. Harry Potter is a part of me since my teenage years that’s why I love to have her there.
But It’s very great that’s in Queen B canon, us, Poppy stans can call her our LI now. I just wish the story was handled better than the mess we had in book 2, such a waste.
I want to thank all the Poppy stans out there for sticking together, I know it’s pretty hard but we got all the scenes with Poppy in Queen B series because all of you, I meant we spamed PB’s SNS with “Make Poppy a LI”, LMAO. To be honest, we are being the dumb simps together is the best part. I love all the memes, the arts, all the time we frustrated when we knew she wasn’t in the chapters. I’m happy to know you all.
I know it sucks that Poppy didn’t have a CG art scene from PB, but all the arts she got from fans make up for that.
"You're heavier than you look," she groaned after propping Bea on her one arm. With their height difference, it looked rather comical.
"It's all muscles, baby," Beat muttered, while her head fell onto Poppy's, nose burring in the blonde's hair. Even if she didn't want to, she inhaled deeply, and despised being in a rather stinky club her hair smelled like tons of roses. "You smell heavenly, Goldilocks", she whispered into the other's ear. It would've been romantic, if she didn't clumsily chew on the blonde's hair in the process.
"Dear Lord, give me some patience because if you give me the strength, I will kill her," Poppy almost growled, feeling how Bea just giggled, still having her head in her hair. She thought being in the brunette company could not have been worse, but here she was, in the dark, packed club, with an almost unconscious Bea on her arm.
After the long process of getting her out of the club, and many, many stairs later, both of them stood before the blonde's car in the shivering cold.
"Get in," she ordered the older girl without hesitation, even opening the doors for her.
"No!" Bea yelled, slightly swaying from side to side. "I can't drive in this state. Are you crazy?" she mumbled, squinting her eyes to see the other girl better.
"I swear, you and that Wade girl have one brain cell, and apparently she got it tonight," Poppy massaged her brow gently, trying to put down the blazing furry roaring in her stomach. "It's a passenger seat, you dumbass."
"Oh," was the only sound that escaped her lips, before she sank into the plush seat of the car like a heavy sack of potatoes.
They didn't talk through the whole ride. Bea was snoozing peacefully with her mouth glued to the window, drooling a little, while Poppy was nervously tapping her finger on the steering wheel to prevent herself from tapping Bea on her head instead.
She was very much annoyed with this entire situation, and Bea's childish behavior didn't help either, but on the other hand, she felt some weird fuzzy feeling in her stomach whenever she looked her way.
There was something about her sleepy expression with that one wild hair strand, loosely lying across her tired face. The way she snored louder, almost waking up each time to keep herself quiet, mumbling incoherent things and smiling lazily right after. These things worked on Poppy in a way she didn't fully understand.
She stopped the car right after she reached the sorority grounds. No lights were on, which meant that the girls were sleeping. That made the mission of getting Bea quietly to bed, much harder. She counted to three under her breath and turned to the side to wake up the other girl.
Bea's face was covered fully with her hair, so the blonde reached her hand to move it, just to catch herself in the middle and freeze instantly. She groaned quietly, annoyed with this hot sensation in her stomach, whenever she felt the heat of the other girl's body.
Poppy rolled her eyes at herself. When she did that, she saw something that could help with her little mission. Not so long after, the high screech of the car's horn ripped through the night air, sending some birds flying, just like the girl in the passenger seat.
"Motherfu..."
"Good morning to you too. Are you sober now?" she asked carelessly, ignoring the other girl's attempts to steady her breathing. It was kind of amusing to watch.
Bea pressed one hand to her head, groaning instantly. She felt dizzy, and her brain was throbbing harshly, sending her mind astray. She wasn't sober at all, and what's worse, she felt even more awful than before her little nap.
"Come on now," Poppy reached her hands in Bea's direction, like she wanted to take a little child on them. Bea obediently accepted the help, and soon enough she was standing on her wobbly feet. "Good girl," she summed it up, and went for the sorority house's door without sparing her a second glance.
Too stunned to speak, Bea was standing still watching the girl who had stopped in the doorway, leaning on it while spinning a key ring on one finger. This sight was mesmerizing, even if blurred by her still aching head. She tried to take a step, but every time she looked at the ground, it was spinning furiously.
Poppy groaned, but didn't say a thing. She quickly circled Bea in her arms and, using her full strength, dragged her to her own room.
Even if she woke up the girls while using her car's horn, not a living soul dared leave their room, so the house was pretty quiet. Bea sluggishly dragged her feet across the marbled floor, while Poppy's heels clicked in a single, steady rhythm, drilling into the brunette's aching head.
After the walk, which seemed to Bea like a whole eternity, Poppy opened her room, shoving her, a little too harshly, inside. The brunette's face-planted on the big, soft bed, and when her body hit the pillows, the familiar rose scent filled the entire room.
"Damn Goldilocks, why so harsh?" she mumbled into the soft bedding, stretching her stiff body. The stretch ended with her sitting on the edge of the bed with an angry Poppy standing before her.
"Your audacity to ask this question is insufferable, Farmsville," she huffed, tossing her hair behind her, getting back to her overdramatic self.
Bea chuckled softly, and with a tender touch, she sneaked her arms around the blonde's waist and pulled her closer, sinking her head into the fabric of her shirt.
"Not a good girl anymore?" she mumbled, circling her thumbs on a patch of bare skin. She felt her shivering, but didn't say a word, waiting patiently for her response.
To her surprise, Poppy's hands started to brush through her hair in one, steady motion. It was very uncommon for her to be this gentle while being one hundred percent angry with her.
"You got drunk today," her motions became a little harsher than before, with nails lightly digging into the other's scalp. Bea sighted
"I know..."
"It wasn't a very good girl of you," hands on her shoulders, Poppy lifted her knee and placed it next to the other girl thigh.
"I know."
"You were the opposite actually," she scolded her softly and added the second knee, now straddling her, while digging her one hand into the brunette's hair, pulling gently.
"I know," she repeated like a mantra, inhaling sharply. "I'm sorry," she whispered.
Poppy sneaked her hand under the other girl's chin and lifted her head, so now their gaze met. The bloodshot brown eyes met the fiery ones who were searching for something.
"Say it again," she commanded in a look-at-me manner, holding her firmly in one place with her body, and hand on her chin.
Bea tried to move her head away when the proximity of the blonde's gaze was too much for her to bear, but the long nails dug deeper into her skin, leaving light scratches along her chin. The brunette hissed sharply, not fully understanding why it was pleasurable.
"I said it once," Bea said calmly, even though her whole insides were shaking right now to her very core.
"Then say it twice."
"Make me."
The blonde smiled sinfully at this challenge and pushed the brunette with her entire body. While she was hovering over stunned Bea, her blond hair, like a curtain, cut off the other girl's field of vision, so she could see Poppy and only her.
She pressed herself harder into Bea's body, like a hot seal, trying to burn out a mark on her, leaving the tingling hot sensation clouding her mind.
"You know that I can easily beat you?" Bea let out a humorless laugh, trying to keep her composure straight, but nothing about this situation was straight, nor was she.
Poppy giggled, but it was a deep and hoarse sound, sending shivers down Bea's spine. She lowered herself close to the other's head and, with the strength of a butterfly's wings, her lips touched her earlobe.
"Go on. Try it, Farmsville," she whispered gently, her voice paralyzing the girl underneath her, changing her brain into a mushy pulp. "Show me what you've got there, cowgirl."
Priya x mc where she has to turn mc to prevent her from dying
Thanks for the request!! Priya is one of the most chillingly violent characters in the Bloodbound series, so I wrote her as such.
Word count: 752
Warnings: Dark sexual thoughts, blood
Amy escaped death too many times for her own liking. It sort of resembled something out of Final Destination, her end would eventually arrive.
But as she laid there in a pool of thick blood -blood that she soon realized was hers- her throat started to constrict. The red liquid willingly poured itself out of her open mouth. There was no way she could survive an attack so brutal as this. She knew there was something desperately wrong when the nerves in her legs had gone numb.
Next was her torso. The pain was torture and she wished that death would get up off its ass and take her home. A new episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine was about to premiere and she couldn’t leave Lily hanging.
Lily
She would wonder where I am, Amy thought to herself. The realization that she would leave her best friend behind without saying a proper goodbye tore her heart into pieces. No one could hear her struggle or screams as nothing came out of her. She couldn’t utter a single word, or the slightest sound.
There’s this idea that you may feel one of two things when you’re on the brink of death: peace or trauma. You may be calm as you come to terms with the end of your journey, maybe reminiscing on what you could have done differently. Or...it can be the loneliest feeling in the world. Left confused, and scared, and alone in one of the darkest places ever.
Amy thought she was right in the middle of it all. Neither calm, nor terrified. Just lying there. But maybe she started to accept it, as black spots clouded her vision and she closed her eyes to make it disappear.
Except the cold, empty feeling her body held onto started to warm up. The slightest prick on her neck inflamed that warmth throughout her body, starting with her throat. The feeling was overwhelming but she lied there and let it run through her veins. Her body may have given up fully, but something wasn’t letting go and in the back of Amy’s mind all she could decipher was frustration. Why can’t I go? Just let me go.
That was the last thought Amy had before she blacked out, her body limp but not lifeless.
Priya stood up from the pool of blood that soaked through her skirt and heels and her pupils widened with forbidden desire. She applauded herself for not outright sucking the life out of Adrian’s assistant. It was definitely a world record for her.
She smiles down at the bloody form below her and laughs a sadistic laugh. “Oh you delicate human...I’ve saved you and now you’re mine.” The thought of Kamilah’s face when she sees Amy in her inhuman form was enough to make Priya’s skin tingle with bliss.
The vampire revelled in her fantasies knowing now was not the time to do that, she’d need to get Amy in a coffin as soon as possible else she would go all feral on her. And that was going to be such a turnoff.
Priya leaned down to scoop the broken body of Amy and the smell of iron hit her violently. It reminded her of the first time she smelled blood in her vampire form, it was like a drug and she felt that same high once again. A sharp feeling of pleasure struck her core at the smell and sight of Amy, her fangs poking out of her mouth.
She laughs once again, “Oh we’ll have time for that later when you are in your new state.” She stroked the blood soaked strand of hairs that stuck to Amy’s forehead, watching her like a predator.
When Amy finally opened her eyes, her inhuman sense of smell almost knocked her back out. There was a strange feeling of her heart thumping out of her chest, almost as if it were laying right next to her in that cramped space.
She shot up desperately searching for anything that was familiar, and then her eyes landed on her.
Those same set of eyes and lips. It was Priya. But why did Amy want to sink her teeth right into that perfectly vulnerable part of her neck? ...Or kiss her?
And why did Priya have a vile of blood in her hands as if she was prepared for this moment?
Everything was unclear but the sound of Priya’s voice comforted Amy in a way that she never felt before. It was like they were connected. By blood.
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