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𝐉𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝…𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐢𝐬?

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - Modern AU | Louis de Pointe du Lac x Black!OC | Modern AU

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - What if Juicy was dating Louis when Smoke and Stack come back to town in some alternate reality?

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - mentions of alcohol, brief language, tension, romance, light angst

𝐉𝐚𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐞’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 - I’ve had this thought since sinners came out because I absolutely love Interview with the Vampire, and i recently rewatched it and thought “What if Juicy was with Louis?” This is quite literally nothing though, until the end so…. Some slight🤷🏽‍♀️ AU of an AU

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 4,175+

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 - ᯓ★ check out my Jumpin’ series if you want

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟑

It always started with noise. Summer in Mississippi wasn’t just the heat and humidity—it was loud. Between the swatting screen doors, the bugs flying, kids playing double dutch with mismatched ropes, and the rickety hum of box fans, it was hard to hear yourself think. But for young Juicy, the noise was a comfort… until it wasn’t.

Back in ‘95, Juicy was about eleven, braces still fresh, glasses sliding down her nose every five minutes, and dressed in a floral pattered dress that matches her sisters, though hers fit her more boxier than it did on the older girl. But she didn’t care much about appearances, and it didn’t help that her mama always compared her to her older sister, Sinclair, thin and pretty like the girls in those Jet beauty ads or the ones on the perm boxes. “If only you laid off them pork chops,” was her mama’s idea of encouragement. Her daddy didn’t say much at all.

Juicy found her peace elsewhere, mainly across the street.

The Moore twins, Elias and Elijah—known as Smoke and Stack to others—were about six years older, foul-mouthed, sharp-eyed boys with sly grins and problems they never spoke too loudly about. Their father was known around the neighborhood for being the kind of man who left bruises instead of blessings, which wasn’t odd for the city in the Bible Belt, oddly enough. Their mother was long gone. But the Hall’s took to them like family. Martin, Juicy’s older brother, clicked with them right away over cassette tapes and corner store hustles. Sinclair even crushed on Stack for a while, though Juicy was’t sure neither ever acted on it.

But there was Juicy. A girl that was a little awkward, big-bodied, and always scribbling in her notebook, who lingered in the background. She wasn’t really friends with the boys, not like her siblings were. But some days, when things were too loud at her house and Mary, her only friend, couldn’t come out to play, Smoke would let her sit on the porch with them, passing her a freeze cup and tossing her lazy jokes that made her laugh until her gums showed. Or when Stack would let her hold onto him as she rode on back of his bike as he made stops around the neighborhood.

Those little moments were enough. They made her feel seen.

And then, they were gone. Moved up to Chicago when she was fifteen, chasing something bigger—money, maybe, or just a way out. She sure as hell couldn’t blame them. And life moved on, and the city was still as loud as ever.

But in 2003, the block got loud again in their return. They came back in a long black Lincoln, rolling slow like they owned the pavement, as if they never left. Elias drove, toothpick between his teeth, silver chains glinting in the sun as he rubbed down his waves. Elijah was in the passenger seat, shades low on his nose, hair in tight cornrows. They’d filled out sine they left, solid, broad-shouldered men now, still dressed in dark clothes that shined just enough to show they had money. Word of their arrival spread fast.

Smoke and Stack were home.

First stop was the gas station, for fuel and the liquor store next to it, then the old park where half the benches were gone and the other half were tagged up in Sharpie and knife scratches, looking for their homeboy’s in their usual spot. A few heads turned, so they dapped up old friends and nodded at familiar faces.

But the real reunion happened on Vernon Street.

Martin Hall was leaned up against his Impala, blunt behind his ear, gold ring glinting. He caught sight of the car before it even parked at the house across the street, and when he caught sight of the men in the car, he instantly grinned. “Nahhh, I know this ain’t who I think it is.” He shouted, arms already wide open.

Stack stepped out first, grinning ear to ear, and then Smoke followed. The three embraced like no time had passed at all, Martin dapping the men up. Their loud laughs and back slaps echoed in the wind, their reunion making nosy neighbors peek through blinds.

“Man, what the hell are yall doing back? And ain’t told a nigga?” Marin asked as he leaned backed against his hood, taking the blunt his girlfriend passed him from her place in his drivers seat.

“It was quick to us too, man.” Smoke said, shaking his head a bit. “Them Chiraq niggas different, too much shit going on up there.” He said, placing his hands in the pockets of his black hoodie, his baggy white tee hanging from underneath a bit. “Money was good, though.” Stack smirked, moving his gaze away from the woman in the car, that was eyeing him with a lustful glint in her, to look at the man against the hood.

“I bet.” Martin smirked. “I could only imagine what you niggas got into to up there. Especially to come back as fly as that.” He said, nodding over to the cars in front of the boys old home as he blew away the smoke from the blunt.

“Shit, us?” Stack questioned. “Look at you. The jewelry, new whip. Seems money down here moving smooth.”

“Mmm…it’s aight.” Martin shrugged, causing the twins to chuckle with a shake of their heads.

“You know we gotta celebrate.” Martin said, standing from the car a bit as he handed the blunt to his shorty in the car. “Whole block been a bit dry without y’all, I ain’t gon lie. Let me throw something together for tonight.” He suggested. “Plus, I gotta clean some paper anyway.” He shrugged, trying to ease the blow of an unexpected gathering upon the men.

Smoke and Stack exchanged a glance before both men looked back at their old friend and shrugged, causing Martin to clap his hands with a smirk. “Aight.” He nodded. “Tracy, go call yo homegirls and shit, tell ‘em to come through while I get shit situated.” He said to the girl in his drivers seat. Tracy didn’t even say anything, she simply got out the car and made her at into the house, but not before making a bit of a show of pulling down her booty shorts. Stack and Smoke exchanged another look at that, but nothing was said further.

Plans were made fast. A block party of sorts. Speakers, coolers, grills were pulled out faster than the men could think. Now they just had to get everything jumpin’.

The men sat around Martin’s car catching up, reminiscing on old scams, and laughing at things they never got caught for. Smoke lit a cigarette while Stack leaned back, tapping his fingers on the dashboard.

That’s when they saw her.

Juicy.

She came walking up the sidewalk with Mary next to her, both of them laughing at something too far to hear. Juicy was still thick, but this time, she wore it like armor. Her curves were hugged up in a baby pink Juicy Couture set, midriff peeking under the hoodie. Her wedged flip flops clicked against the concrete with purpose. Her acrylics french tips glinted when she lifted her lollipop to her lips. Her lips were lined and glossy, her brown skin smooth and glowing, gold hoops in her ears catching the sun. Her sunglasses were perched on her head, the blonde highlighted tresses in a bun, looking like it just came out of a fresh roller set. It was only when she got closer that they could see that she still had the tiniest gap when she smiled, but now it looked like part of her effortless charm.

Mary had her own vibe—low-rise jeans, rhinestone tank and a high pony—but no one was looking at her. Not the twins at least.

It was Juicy who had them paused. Smoke sat up a little straighter. Stack cocked his head. “Lil’ Juicy?” He mumbled.

And just like that, the heat of Mississippi summer wasn’t the loudest thing on the block anymore.

The humidity clung to the everyone, and the bass from someone’s backyard radio pulsed low in the distance. Juicy walked with a confidence they’d never seen her wear, hips swaying in perfect rhythm with the click of her heels. She was curvy in all the right places—thicker than the girls on TV, but built with softness and strength that couldn’t be ignored. Smoke and Stack hadn’t said a word yet. They’d gone still the second they saw her. Not obviously—nothing as sloppy as ogling—but they noticed everything. The gloss, the tips, the squinting, whether from the sun or her needing her prescription. They both could remember how they used to slide down her nose every few seconds.

She no longer looked like the quiet girl who used to sit on the porch with a notebook. She looked like a woman now. A whole one.

Martin lifted a hand. “Juice! Come say what’s up.” He called out, waving the girl over. Juicy raised a brow as she stopped at the curb, Mary lingering just behind her. “You actin’ like I don’t live here.” She scoffed, causing Martin to smack his lips. “You know what I mean.”

Juicy clocked the twins as soon as she approached. But her eyes didn’t widen, she didn’t even blink. She just popped that lollipop out her mouth slow, head tilted, and said—“Well, well. Look who finally came home.” All soft like.

Smoke stepped forward, arms crossed, head tilted just slightly. “Ain’t seen you in years, Juicy.” He said, voice a little lower than usual.

Stack nodded. “You done grown all up now.” He said, his eyes subconsciously giving the girl before him a quick once over, one that had him wanting to trace his eyes over her body again. Juicy didn’t blush, but she never really did. She just looked between them, slow and deliberate, then popped the lollipop from her mouth and smiled, tiny gap and all. “Y’all look the same.” She said, though they really didn’t. “Maybe taller. Maybe.” She shrugged, not hiding the way she analyzed the men from head to toe, taking in their otherwise plain street wear, which she knew had to still be a decent penny for.

Martin chuckled. “They back for good. Figured I’d throw a little somethin’ tonight. Let the block know.” Juicy nodded, barely glancing back at the twins. “That’s cute. I’ll see what’s up.” Then to Mary, “Come on.”

She turned without another word, strutting toward the house, and the two men made it their mission to not look at the rhinestones bedazzled on her booty, reading ‘Juicy’ across the span of the area. Mary, however, lingered just a second longer. Her eyes locked on Stack like she was sizing him up for dessert. No shame at all. She flashed a grin that was all teeth and nothing but trouble before jogging up the steps behind Juicy.

When they were gone, Martin lit his blunt, shaking his head. “Y’all look like you saw a ghost.” He said as he blew the smoke out. “Was it Mary? Yeah, I know, still freaks me out a bit to see her down here.” He added, not even waiting for an explanation from them.

Smoke leaned against the hood, eyes still on the porch. “Nah.” He muttered, voice tight. “Yeah, you right. Just didn’t expect that.” He said, though he was simply agreeing to save face. A few minutes later, it seemed as though this party was about to take off as people began to show up, their drinks of chose and blunts in their clutches. This made Martin head inside to grab more beers while the twins stayed posted at the car, quiet now that the noise of the street settled down.

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The block party on Vernon Street was in full swing, the air thick with the scent of grilled meats and the rhythmic beats of early hip-hop. Laughter and chatter filled the neighborhood as families and friends gathered to celebrate the return of Smoke and Stack, most just wanting an excuse to party. Children darted between adults, their laughter mingling with the music, while the adults swayed to the nostalgic tunes.

Smoke and Stack moved through the crowd, exchanging handshakes and hugs with familiar faces. Their presence was magnetic, and others could tell the difference from when the boys first left. They were men now, and were drawing attention from all corners of the street. As they approached the cooler, a familiar voice called out.

“Well, if it ain’t the Moore twins.” Sinclair said, her smile as bright as ever. She wore an orange halter top that popped against her brown skin, low-rise jeans, with her hair styled in loose curls that framed her face.

“Sinclair!” Stack exclaimed, pulling her into a warm embrace. “How you doing, girl?”

“Oh, I’m as good a can be.” She smiled, pulling away from the embrace and looking up at him. “Y’all still causing trouble?” She teased, her eyes twinkling at the two as she crossed her arms.

“Only the good kind,” Smoke replied with a grin.

“Pleased there was never a good kind with y’all.” She quipped. “Good for you, maybe.”

“That’s what we meant.” Stack stated before laughing, causing the girl to laugh and smack his arm. Their laughter died down into fond smiles and soft gazes, Elias and Sinclair eyeing each other in particular. Smoke looked between the two, before he let his eyes drift as he felt the conversation about to shift.

“How you been, Claire? What you been up to?” Stack asked, leaning against the fence near the cooler, while Smoke sat on a milk crate, next to some men shooting dice. Sinclair let out a small a sigh, putting her hands in the back pockets of her right jeans, looking anywhere else but his eyes. “Nothing much.” She shrugged, but from the nervous laugh she let out at the ends and the way she divided eye contact let Stack know she was t telling the full truth. “I mean, if you can count having a baby as nothing.” She’s shrugged.

Stack eyes widened a bit at that, blinking as he looked at the girl before him. “A baby?” He asked, and his voice was a bit soft, low, as if the subject was something fragile and foreign to him. His heart then pinged in his chest, a sharp and quick thump, before it dropped to his stomach.

And he couldn’t help but wonder if this was her way of telling him he had a child after their one close encounter the night before him and Smoke up and left the Sip.

When Sinclair nodded, he licked his lips, keeping his stance of the fence to stand straight, looking down at the girl. “Damn, that’s crazy Claire.” He said, keeping a calm demeanor in the face of his slight panic. “When did this happen?” He asked.

“About a year after you guys bounced, freshman year at college.” She explained, and Stack could almost drop to his knees and praise the sky at her words. He gulped as he blinked, trying to calm his heart that was still seating from the potential bond she could’ve dropped. But that was all covered up with a simple nod.

“Boy or girl?”

“Boy. His names Tyson.” She said, and now this time, Stack could be more happy for the girl, a small smile drifting onto his face. “That’s crazy, Claire. Congratulations.” He said, placing a hand on her shoulder and shaking her.

“Thank you.” Sinclair said softly, a small smile on her lips. “Now enough about me, tell me what you were up to in Chicago, big money.” She quipped, smiling up at him, looking up at him through her lashes, and that was a look Stack was not unfamiliar with. Which caused him to smirk as he leaned back into the fence.

They continued to chat amiably, reminiscing about old times and catching up on the years that had passed. Sinclair’s laughter rang out as she recounted a particularly embarrassing story from their youth, causing Stack to chuckle and shake his head.

As the conversation continued, Juicy and Mary emerged from the Hall home, their presence immediately drawing attention. Juicy’s black halter top with white lace detailing accentuated her curves, and her dark wash Baby Phat jeans hugged her hips perfectly. Her French tip toes stuck out from her black wedges that added to her height and her voluptuous shape, as well as the boot cut pants.

Her stomach pudge peeked out confidently, adorned with a gleaming belly ring. Her blonde highlighted curls cascaded down to her neck in a fluffy blowout, catching the light as they moved. Mary, equally stylish, wore a sequined butterfly top and low-rise jeans, her hair pulled back into a sleek ponytail.

They lingered by the porch, surveying the lively scene before them. Juicy’s eyes scanned the crowd, landing briefly on the twins before she turned to Mary.

“I’m gonna grab a drink and talk to Sinclair.” She said, her voice casual. “Kk.” Mary said, her eyes already on someone in the crowed that she seemed to want to sink her teeth in.

As Juicy approached the cooler, one of Martin’s friends couldn’t help but stare. The men were sat at a table, and his eyes caught the perfect view of a tattoo on the side of her hip. His gaze lingered for a moment too long, getting distracted from the game of spades. Martin noticed and frowned, turning to his sister. “Man, go in the house and put some clothes on.” He said, his tone disapproving as he waved the girl over to the crib.

Juicy looked over at him after she picked up a peach Faygo from the cold ice water, her face was frowned before she rolled her eyes at him, unbothered. “Boy, shut up.” She scoffed.

“I’m serious, Ju. You out here dressed like you grown or some.”

“I am grown, nigga.” She hissed, placing her free hand on her hip as she looked down at man with a deck of cards in his hands in a baggy black T-Shirt.

“Yeah, whatever. You just want attention.” He said, shaking his head before going back to the game, placing a card down on the table. Juicy turned her lip up at him, her eyes doing a quick survey of the men at the table and about. “I don’t want nothing from any of these bums out here you call a homeboy or whoever the fuck else. I came here to speak to Sinclair about Me and Mary going to Dwight’s later.” She snapped at him, her lip still turned up at him as she moved her hands as she talked, her manicured pointer finger grazing over the group of men.

Some of the guys around that heard her let out their own sounds of discontent, but nothing crazy since her brother was sitting right next to her. And it seemed that Stack and Smoke were the only ones not bothered by the girls words, Smoke’s eyes dragging over her figure as he tipped his head back to drink his grape soda. Stack looked over at her from his place near the fence, a smirk in his lips at her bold words.

“Leave her alone, Mar.” Sinclair playfully interjected from next to Stack, trying to diffuse the tension.

“Yeah, can you leave me alone? I wasn’t even talking to you.” Juicy added, her tone sharp. Stack’s smirk grew wider as he looked at her, his tongue subconsciously tracing over his bottom lip as he eyed her.

Juicy then turned to Sinclair, her expression softening. “I need to borrow the car tonight. I’ll put gas in it.”

Sinclair hesitated for a moment, slightly squinting he eyes at the younger girl. “You better put gas in it.” She said, causing Juicy to smack her lips. “Didn’t i just say that? It’s my car too, Claire.” She said, crossing her arms. And besides the way her doing so pushed her breasts together and up, the twins noticed her plump lips had formed a small put as she spoke to her sister.

They also began to notice that Juicy had grown into a bit of a boujee brat since they left. And that wasn’t a complete turn off to either of them, they simply wonder where the new attitude had come from. Sinclair then nodded her head over to the house. “Keys are in my purse on the couch.”

Juicy smiled, her grin radiant. “Thank you, Claire.” She said sweetly, puckering her lips in an air kiss before switching away from them, not sparing anyone a single glance. As she walked away, the twins couldn’t help but watch her, their eyes following her every move, especially the way her hips moved from side to side. Smoke and Stack shared a glance, holding eye contact for mere seconds and fully knowing what the other was thinking.

They couldn’t think in it long before the sound of a door closing caught their attention. Most looked over to see a light skinned man exit a sleek steel grey car, a ‘03 Bentley continental GT. He was dressed as suave as ever in a tan three piece suit, his hands stuffed into his pockets as strutted over to the porch. Smoke and stack watched as the man nodded at Martin, who sent him one back while Sinclair waved. Others had gone back to minding their business while the twins continued to watch the man, who didn’t even make it to the porch before Juicy burst out of the door.

“Louis!” She squealed, throwing herself into his arms. He caught her easily, hands spreading firm against her waist, and she melted into him, her laughter bubbling against his neck. “Baby!” she gushed, lips already finding his. Her hand cupped his jaw, careful not to smudge her gloss, her kiss deep but playful, sweet but urgent. “I missed you.” She said, looking up at him.

“Mm, I missed you too,” Louis murmured, voice velvet-dark before claiming her lips again. His hands slipped lower, brushing the small of her back where bare skin peeked. All while Smoke and Stack stood there in shock. Elias took his eyes away from the pair to look at the girl older brother. “Who the hell is that?” He asked, nodding over to Juicy and the debonair man.

“That’s Louis.” Martin said as he placed a card on the table, eyes more focused on the game. “Some rich nigga from New Orleans. Owns a few clubs down there.” Martin stated.

“What he doin’ down here then?” Smoke questioned, still looking at the couple that didn’t seem to notice eyes of them. He watched them from across the yard as Juicy’s hands trailed down Louis’s chest, while his fingers slid across the arch of her back, dangerously close to her waistband, talking to her through half lidded eyes and low words.

“I heard he was looking to open a club down here.” Martin said. “But that was damn near a year ago, I don’t know what he’s doing now.”

Stack them scoffed. “Shot, it looks like he doing your sister.” Martin scoffed at that, giving his friend an audacious look like some of the other men tried to old in their snickers. “Why he dressed like that? He a pimp or some?” Stack continued.

“Hell, I don’t know.” Martin’s shrugged, and this caused both men to look over at him, faces scrunched.

“You don’t know if your baby sister is dating a pimp or not?” Stack asked, looking at his old friend incredulously. He and Smoke shared a look before he smacked his lips. “How old is this dude, man?”

“About y’all age, damn!” Martin’s said, slapping his last card down on the table, knowing he had lost. While his opponent gloated at his loss, Martin huffed before turning to the twins. “What the hell is this, 20 questions? An interrogation? You wanna know so bad go ask the nigga!” He hissed.

Stack and Smoke started at him while one of their other homeboys shook his head in amusement. “You just mad cause you lost.”

“Yeah, nigga, I had $200 on that.” Martin’s spat, looking back at the table, where there was another game starting. Smoke and Stack now looked back over to the couple, just to see Louis walking Juicy over to his car, his arm low on her waist. He led her with his hand practically in her back pocket, all the way over to the passenger seat, the pair sharing a few heated kisses before she ducked into the car. Closing the door behind her, Louis strutted his way over to the driver side, connecting eyes with the twins for a split second. He stared before giving them a nod, and didn’t wait for one back before he ducked into the car, the vehicle pulling off just as quickly.

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