They Feared Death So They Ate The Young

Thank @zombeecreator for this one

‘Summary: Rusty takes: Werner, Peter and Soryama to karaoke bar, and we ignore that ‘It’s All Coming Back To Me’ by Celine Dione came out in the 90s and not the 80s

Mtf Rusty AU

While Werner wasn’t a huge fan of America and the things they do here, he wasn’t even impressed with his new roommate either. Yet as the year passed, the more he felt himself be…. Tolerable to Peter White and who he chose to be friends with.

Especially with one of his friends, particularly Rusty Venture, or as she was calling herself, T.S. She was an anomaly to him, the way she cared about what people thought about her and how she also didn’t. The girl was an enigma to him, brash, unapologetically rude, she was….She never treated him like how the women of Ünderland treated him, it was nice.

Usually, when women approached him they tried to shrink away or ignore him, but T.S? She fought him tooth and nail and even picked fights, which…As much as he hated to say, and would never admit, sparked some kind of interest in him for this woman. He could talk back and she wouldn’t stand down, she held her ground and wouldn’t take any of his shit, it was amusing.

He found her amusing.

Maybe that’s why he indulged her, when she asked him, White and Soryama out to a Karaoke Bar.

“Oh man, Werner, how many drinks do you think she’s down?”

Werner blinked, knocked out of his thoughts, looking at his roommate, “Whut?”

Peter smirked, “You haven’t heard her? Dude there is no way you were so in your head you aren’t hearing T.S on stage.”

“On stage?”

Peter snickered and grabbed Werner’s chin, forcing him to look at the stage. He would have yelled, possibly knocked him out for touching him in such a way, if it wasn’t the sight before him.

T.S never really did make up, maybe mascara and some kind of red lipstick on her lips if she felt fancy, like tonight. Her blood red lips kissed the microphone as she sang karaoke, her cheeks flushed from more than just blush and smiling.

“There were nights of endless pleasure! It was more than any of your laws would allow!”

Oh….He..Could make his laws allow that.

“I’m gonna try and ask her out.”

Werner immediately turned back around, Soryama looking love struck and Peter looking like he was going laughing at the world’s funniest joke ever.

“Whut? Why?” Werner didn’t know why he had to ask that question, why he even felt somewhat angry at the fact Soryama wanted to do that in the first place?

Soryama only put his cheek on his fist and looked at her, sighing “Come one, she may not be like Leslie…But her dad is Jonas Venture! Come on, imagine what you would inherit! And-and-!”

“You’d only be with her because of her father?”

Werner didn’t know why he said it exactly, just the fact that it didn’t sit right with him. Suddenly Peter had shut his mouth and Soryama looked like he deer caught in headlights before he spoke again, “Come…Come on Werner, it wouldn't be all that, and it's not like you two are dating, right?”

Soryama had a point, they weren't dating and there was no reason he should even be defending T.S. right now. But as he glanced back at the stage, at her wobbly dancing and careless singing he felt a pang of something, “Ja, and? Does that mean I can't stop guys like you from taking advantage of hapless women?”

Soryama didn’t say anything, he only went back to nursing his drink. Although, Werner could tell he wasn’t gonna try that again. He looked like a kicked dog, with their tail between their legs.

Werner managed to catch a glance at Peter, his roommate still trying to control his laughter. Werner only huffed into his glass, before putting it back down, he looked back towards the stage, expecting to see Rusty finish her song, only to now see an empty stage being prepared. For a moment , Werner was confused until he felt something warm and soft ram into his side.

“WOO! KAROAOKE!!”

Werner’s ears rang for a moment, but he quickly relaxed himself when he realized who coizied up into his side.

Rusty looked up at him with her big big blue eyes, a dopey buzzed smile danced on her lips “Hey! Werner! Peter!”

“Ja?”

“Hi~”

Werner felt her move around the bed before he felt her draped across his shoulders.

“Rusty…”

She sighed, “No. I know, we have got to stop doing this.”

He nodded, unconsciously leaning his head back on to her, “I don't even know why we continue to do this.”

She sighed and put her face in his shoulder humming, “Who knows.”

“Rusty. It shouldn't be this hard.”

“You're dick or-?”

He turned to look at her, with a face he knew didn't look impressed

She sighed, “Sorry, so what? This is the last time right? No more flings after this?”

Werner hesitated before nodding “Ja, I think it's best…For the both of us.”

“Hm.”

“What?” He shifted to look at her directly, something that was definitely a mistake, she looked gorgeous as ravaged as she did. It was all because of him, the bites, the bruises, all of it, “Did I say something wrong?”

“Nope.” Rusty stretched a little and gave him a peck on the cheek, “Just thinking.”

“About what we're gonna tell Dean and Hank about me being there in the morning?”

Rusty snickered and slapped the back of his head, “Phss, no, I'm gonna tell em what I always say, nothing!” She started getting up and off the bed, “Want to shower and head to bed?”

Wener nodded, getting up, “Yeah, better then sitting around in this pity part.”

“True,” Rust agreed, walking towards the bathroom, “You know Brock and Molotov are worse then us though?”

“You're joking.”

“I wish I was.”

—----3 months later—---

“GOD DAMN IT!”

“Why is this so, hard?!”

Rusty turned over to look at him, hair messy, “I wasn't even wearing my Victoria secret! Those were my comfy underwear! And you ripped it off me like it was the hottest thing in the world! You’ve never been so riled up!

“I’M SORRY!”