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Coco/Weiss/Velvet organized crime AU
They trust their inner circles, but there are old stones and cleavage points that they hold between themselves, by virtue of lives bound together since those times. They have not looked away, held each other through tears, cold negotiation, and that first time of meeting a man’s eyes as they put an end to his life.
There is no stronger bind of fate, than the blood trail shared and grown.
For @thegreatersea, who asked for masquerade au, and naptime. Turned out to be pre-naptime, but ah, well. Coco being a little shit called.
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“Gods, how much more is there?”
Velvet gave Coco a sympathetic smile, lifted another pile of papers onto her desk, and pat her shoulder when she slumped over it with a groan. “I can forge your signature, you know.”
“An action of questionable legality,” Weiss murmured, somehow (barely) still sitting upright as they wrote, “but given the circumstances, I’m willing to look the other way.”
Coco gasped, an exaggerated shock on her face when she looked up to Velvet. “Did my ears deceive me? Did Weiss actually say she’d let that slide?”
“Must you blow everything up for theatrics?” they demanded, even as tired amusement flickered through them, hands moving still. “All I’m saying is that there is quite a few things left, and help here when it’s simply--”
“--simply, they say--”
Weiss glared. “Simply a great number of signatures that we’re planning on anyway, Velvet can help with this with little guilt. That’s all. Hardly anything to gasp over, Coco.”
“Just admit you’re tired, Weiss.” Resting her head on her hands with a rather toothy smile, Coco’s attention was now firmly fixed on them. “You want to get out of this as much as me.”
“Hardly.”
“That’s very convincing, bravo.”
Weiss took a breath to retort, but Velvet cut in, putting a hand out between the two. “Let’s just take that break now, mm? It’s hot, and we could all lie down a little while. Alright?”
They saw the steel rising from the folds of warmth, and wisely (and gratefully) agreed.
some weiss/coco-focused masquerade au?
Heh, well that’s a nice balance.
A part that was kinda supposed to be, a while ago, except some rude comment on ao3 got me petty, so I didn’t write it ‘til now XD
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When they are outside the main hall, Velvet only lets go once she’s brushed her lips over Weiss’ knuckles and promised she’ll be near.
Weiss manages a few steps back into the throng gathered around the doors before an ‘Aha!’ cut through, and they find open space again, Coco at the end of their arm. “Come out of the pond at last, little bird? Amicable to a dance?”
They shoot a look at her, but it quickly loses against a pleading–dramatically so–face. “You needn’t bother with that, Velvet already told me what you wanted.”
“Wonderful.” Under her mask, her expression curls into self-satisfaction. “In that case, you lead for this dance, and I’ll lead the next.”
Still floating from their conversation with Velvet, Weiss couldn’t resist commenting, play to her tone. “I never said I agreed.”
“But you came back here,” is the breezy reply, and Coco’s hand upon their shoulder lightly squeezes.
“Who said I came back for you?”
Coco gasps, ‘stumbles’, but regains her footing by the next measure. “So I’m some side attraction? You wound me.”
Weiss laughs at her unceasing dedication to theatricality, and spins her out.
Together they fall easily into the music’s time, steps matched as they had for innumerable dances before. It isn’t difficult for them, feet long accustomed. Weiss lets their attention slide away. There are a few eyes on them, but most are preoccupied with company much closer, or their food. More than a few are inebriated.
The musicians let the last note hang in the air before beginning the next, and Weiss turns back to Coco then. They pause at the sight of solemn eyes on them. “Coco?”
“Mm? Ah, sorry.” She momentarily lets go and adjusts her mask, before taking Weiss’ hand again. “…You did talk to Velvet, right? You seemed off, when you left.”
“You saw…? Nevermind, of course you did.” Weiss flashes a quick smile. Coco somehow always kept an eye out for them. “We did talk, yes.”
“Good, good.” Her gaze grows distant for a moment, coming back when she blinks. “I know Velvet’s the one to go to for talking, and I jump you when you need some sense given, a little less politely–”
Weiss bites back a snort.
“–but you know I’ll listen if you need.”
She was worried, Weiss realises, and the words come easily. “I do have something for us to talk about after this.”
“Something to talk with Velvet and me, huh?” Coco tilts her head to the side. “Do I get a hint?”
Weiss kisses the corner of her lips in response. “There’s your hint,” they say, steady voice betrayed by a curl of shyness at the end. “Now focus on your feet. Please.”
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I really just need more of velvet calling weiss "little heart" maybe masquerade au?
In all honesty, it is a name that Velvet rarely gets to use. The times when they are alone-without prying ears or eyes nearby-are far and few between. But with what could happen if the wrong person catches wind, they silently agree it is better that way.
Weiss learned fast, who the blame would go to if they made trouble. Coco’s personal servant Velvet may be, but the last, the last and the ears, are all that some eyes see.
So it becomes a name murmured at the loudest parties, in the quietest gardens, and it is a name Weiss always turns for.
Mocha Latte -- flustering Velvet to the point that she gives up trying to take pictures of what's happening (how and why up to you~)
This is extraordinarily silly.
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Mocha-latte: Coco designing new clothes for the gfs
It’s the way they fill the spaces between fights and studies and everything else, a pencil, a pen, and a notebook, kept carefully away in its own part of their bag so pages don’t get bent out of shape.
There are dozens of sketches. Mostly small things, the vaguest of mind-shapes put down into light, quick strokes.
But the bigger ones... it was always hard to say what comes first, the person in mind or the newest idea, but it was invariably someone they knew, ‘modelling’ whatever outfit they’ve made.
They grin at the mental image of how the kiddo’s gonna blush, when she sees the latest one.
Another snapshot in the lives of the trio in Masquerade au, maybe?
"Weiss-”
“Don’t. I don’t want to hear it.”
“Little heart, please-”
“I said, I don’t want to hear it.”
Coco growled, temper flaring up at her ever-stubborn friend, while Velvet just sighed. “Dammit, Weiss, you should be resting, not running around trying to get your ass kicked again!”
“I. Don’t. Care!” They punctuated the last word with a thrust of their rapier, and the golem fell beneath an onslaught of ice. Their one uncovered eye burned when they wheeled on them. “I thought you would understand. But you’re looking at me the same as everyone else, only seeing this patch and not the rest! I need this. I-I’ve healed enough! I can’t stop, not now. I can keep fighting.”
By the end Weiss’ voice was plaintive, barely above a whisper; their hand clutched tight around Myrtenaster’s hilt. Coco sighed. Should’ve figured, that Weiss would’ve gotten that particular talk. So she approached, took up Weiss’ hands before dropping her forehead against theirs, a gentle thunk. Velvet came and embraced them both a heartbeat later, a smile growing at Coco’s next words. “Oh, obtuse, overwrought one-”
“Really?”
“Shush. Look, we just want you to rest right now ‘cause your Aura’s low.”
“I told you, I’m fine.”
“You’re injured, which means your body is working on fixing that up. And that means not, you know, using up your Aura for beating stuff up in here. We’re sure as hell not going to stop you from fighting, but right now, getting yourself back to tiptop shape is the most important thing. Alright?”
“...I hate it when you make sense.”
“You love me, and you know it. Now c’mon, we can probably just sit in the garden. I doubt anyone’ll complain.”
Coco happens in on Velvet having a study session with Weiss? :3c
*amused look* Why do I get the feeling that there should be quotation marks around study session? (Gee, maybe it’s the cat face)
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“Hey, Velvs are you still-I’m interrupting, aren’t I? Sorry.” But Coco made no move to leave, one hand resting on the frame of the door.
Velvet, predictably, flushed, but didn’t move away from where she was. “I’m helping Weiss get a feel for some of the motions, Coco.”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t have to.”
Weiss glanced between them, taking in the slight exasperation wreathing Velvet’s shoulders, the amusement running from Coco’s head to her toes. They muttered, “I’ve been here the last hour and now I feel like the intruder.”
“Well if you ever feel like becoming part of something-”
“Coco.”
