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Hello Drewds, Merry ‘Nace is Still Endgame’ for all who celebrate! To commemorate, here’s Chapter 3 of I Put a Spell on You, my post-endgame, Sin Eater-saving, Black Door-destroying, Dads-dadding, Nace-sleuthing-sexily era fic!
GIF courtesy of @hucklebucket
This chapter has it all: cute morning after banter, new characters, new clues, a sexy library scene, suspect sightings, spooky vibes, dinner with the Dads, shocking reveals, and more!
A taste:
Nancy woke to the smell of coffee.
“Rise and shine!”
She cracked open her eyes, saw the empty space next to her, and flopped over to face where the voice was coming from. Ace stood next to her side of the bed holding a cup of coffee.
She accepted it gratefully and took a sip.
“Again, how do you have so much energy?” He looked chipper, already showered and dressed in jeans and his light blue sweater, hair still damp.
“I told you last night, it’s being with you. You’re like a Red Bull.”
“I don't know, it seems to have the opposite effect on me.” She took another sip.
“Are you saying I wear you out?”’
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A long car ride leaves Nancy and Ace in unexpected territory.
By special request for mastress (ipso_facto)
Eternal thanks to @pluckysidekick for the continued beta and support.
Thank you to @nacediscord for hosting the Valentine's Vigil!
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BEYOND THE TERROR IN THE NIGHTFALL: CHAPTER THREE
by lilypottersghost on ao3 rating: m | word count: 18k | ship: ace/nancy
summary:
nancy and ace haven't spoken in six years.
until a girl goes missing, and the two near strangers must work together to solve a new mystery as it threatens to destroy all of horseshoe bay.
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The air in the morgue assaults her the moment she walks in, the stench of formaldehyde seeping into her brain and squeezing its fists. She rummages through her bag for ibuprofen and takes three pills.
Ace is at his desk reading a file. She stops just before the metal doorway and studies him, relearning the shape of his face: his downturned nose, his concentrated eyes, his furrowed brow. His pale skin seems to glow in the oppressive fluorescent light; he looks like he hasn’t seen the sun in ages. When he blinks, she notices the dark circles under his eyes.
He’s still beautiful, she thinks. So beautiful that it hurts.
She takes a deep breath before stepping through the doorway. Her fingers tighten around the shoulder strap of her bag.
He looks up and gives her a half smile.
“Morning,” he says, a tinge of nerves in his tone as he stands up to greet her.
“Morning,” she echoes, coming to stand on the other side of his desk.
They look at each other for a suspended moment. It could have been years before Ace broke her gaze to glance down at the desk and clear his throat.
“I never said happy birthday.”
She sighs. “Because it wasn’t.”
He shrugs, almost sheepish. “Sorry. Sad birthday?”
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The Glass Fandango
He's got a boat, a time sensitive curse, and a plan. Which is mostly to ask George Fan out on a date and hope she doesn't shank him.
Fandom: Nancy Drew
Pairing: Tristan/George
Rating: T
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Okay.
So remember a while ago when I said that I was working on a Nancy Drew future fic where Nancy is a full blown PI and Ace is an ME? So lets say I have been working on that.
And lets just say I feel the need to give a little sneak peak of that at this moment.
NO REASON. Just like. If you need it, here you go.
“Ace, just tell me what this is about.”
They were in the morgue at midnight. She already knew what he had to show her was not above board.
With a small flourish, Ace gestured to the four bodies, all currently covered with medical sheets.
“Alright so victim number one,” Ace unveiled the face of the first body, Mrs. Burton. “Like all victims here she was exsanguinated. But in this case her kidney was removed. But she was sewn up afterward and the scar is aged at least 10 years, though there is no medical record of that.”
Ace then flipped over the sheet of the next victim. “Mr. Cortez. Blood drained took his pancreas. Again, scar at least a decade old.”
“Liza Baker. Stomach and gall bladder taken. Old scar. No medical records.” Ace did not even bother to remove her sheet or the one of the last victim.
“Edward Banks. Heart gone. And yet the scar looks to be at least 15 years old.”
Nancy scanned all the victims before looking back to Ace. “And no connections between any of the victims?”
Ace shook his head as he covered all the victims before leading her to a small room off the morgue.
“I don’t say this lightly Nancy, but this feels supernatural.”
Nancy had to suppress a smile for Ace at that moment. The circumstances and the senseless deaths of four people would not allow it, but still Nancy was proud that Ace was skilled enough to sense the presence of the supernatural in his victims.
“I agree. But I still don’t understand the pattern. Unless this is a Dr. Frankenstein situation and they are trying to take organs from the living?”
Ace was already shaking his head, “The victims were all dead and nonviable when said organs were removed, it would not make them good hosts for future creatures.”
Nancy pondered for a moment. “I need to talk to Nathan again.”
Ace stiffened. Only slightly. “And why would that be?”
Knowing exactly where this anxiety stemmed from Nancy grabbed him by the waist and pulled him closer, “Because he found three of the four bodies and could provide some context.”
In a rare show of frustration Ace grunted, “He wants you.”
Pulling even closer Nancy added. “Good thing the feeling is not mutual.”
Relenting, Ace kissed the tip of her nose. “Fine. But bring George and her crowbar.”
Not satisfied with a peck, Nancy brought him in for a proper kiss. “Done.”
#future fic#nancy drew#nancy drew fanfiction#nace#nace fic#this was the nonspoileriest couple moment of what I have written#I know its nothing#but its all ive got
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the claw was not the first time nancy and ace had met.
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Currently halfway done with a Nancy fucks off to the Gulf Coast telling exactly one person of her decision cause that's healthier than other stuff she's pulled and damn, girl needs space to process all the fucking trauma she's been handed fic.
BTW, Texas is the most haunted state in the union.
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it may not be much (but we do what we can): a nace fic
summary:
Nancy expects a lot of things when she links her soul to a demon in order to save her friends' lives.
What she doesn’t expect is for him to be so…Himself.
And for her to fall in love with said demon.
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summary: sometimes there are truths hidden between the lies. or, day one of ghostie’s spooktober spectacular.
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It never failed to amuse Nancy just the kind of situations she found herself in.
And if she was being honest with herself, she couldn’t remember how or what had led her to the circumstances she was in now but that tended to be the case with a lot of the messes she found herself in the middle of.
It was supposed to be simple. Go in, find the jewellery box they needed, get out. An extremely simple plan in comparison to some of the other scenarios they had played out over the last few weeks.
Yet, maybe that was what made the whole thing more ironic when the door had slammed itself shut behind her and Ace, blocking them off from the rest of the group and trapping them in an extremely small bedroom.
Despite the lack of light and heavy layer of dust coating every surface, it was indistinguishably the room belonging to a young girl. The faded pink wallpaper, the dollhouse propped into the corner of the room and the bottles spilled over the vanity. Yet, the dresses thrown across the bed and hung by the mirror looked as though they belonged to a woman.
“Cecelia’s,” Ace murmured under his breath as though he was reading her thoughts. The same owner of the jewellery box they were hunting for.
“She’s here,” Nancy spoke with a small frown twisted on her lips. They had been so sure she would never return to this house. Everything they had learnt about Cecelia Dawkins in the last few days had suggested everything but.
Then again, none of their plans had ever sailed smoothly. The universe didn’t really work in their favour that way.
“GUYS! NANCY! ACE! ARE YOU OKAY?”
The voice was muffled and faint but it was undeniably Bess who stood on the other side of the thick, heavy door.
“We’re good,” Nancy called back as she glanced around the room for any other exits but it was useless, there wasn’t even a window. “Just…stuck.”
“Nick’s gone to get some tools from the car! We’ll get you out ASAP!”
“Don’t do anything to upset her,” Ace piped in after she had slapped his hand away from picking up a bottle of perfume from the vanity. “She seems…testy.”
“Don’t say that when she has you trapped!”
“I’m just saying!” Ace defended himself with a shrug.
“Just…be careful,” Nancy sighed before she slumped back against the door.
Never one to sit and wait for help, it didn’t take long before Nancy began snooping through the room. She quickly grabbed the gloves from her bag, slipping them on before she gently began thumbing through a stack of papers lying on a small desk. She frowned when she didn’t find anything and began moving through the drawers.
“Should we really be going through her stuff?” Ace asked, voice a little hesitant. “I mean, I don’t know, Cecelia doesn’t seem like the kinda woman who would appreciate someone…snooping, ya know?”
“That’s exactly what we are relying on,” Nancy mumbled distractedly, barely paying attention to the way his face scrunched up in confusion.
“It is?”
“C’mon, there’s gotta be something,” the redhead muttered away to herself as she scrambled through the drawers, shutting them with more force than was necessary.
Ace raised his brows. “You think you can find her motive?”
“Unhappy ghosts always have a reason to be held back, right? Something in here must give us a clue why Cecelia is targeting—“ However, Nancy was cut off by the strangled gasp from behind her.
Quickly turning on her heel, her lips parted at the sight of Ace scratching at his own throat, eyes wide and panicked as he tried to speak—to make some sort of noise—but found himself restricted.
The cogs in her head were turning, memories flashing through her mind as she thought about the last four victims of Horseshoe Bay who had been targeted by the vengeful ghost.
Whispers and words were whizzing around in her mind, jigsaws pieces slowly slipping into place as an idea began to form in her head. It was far-fetched and, to be honest, she wasn’t even all that confident in her hypothesis but it was better than letting Ace die before her eyes.
“Cecelia, stop!” Nancy called out into the room as though she was there with them. “Please, stop! You can’t kill him!”
“Nance!” Ace rasped out, hand smacking out to grip the edge of the bed’s wooden footboard.
“He isn’t like the others,” Nancy continued to call out, looking calmer than Ace would honestly be comfortable with. He knew she had a plan, and he trusted her. But that didn’t stop the harrowing phantom hands around his neck tightening. “I love him!”
Ace’s eyes widened comically.
“I love him despite what my father says,” Nancy continued and his confusion only grew–or that could be the lack of air going to his head. “Despite what anybody says.”
“Nancy–” Ace gasped, not even sure if he was hearing her correctly.
“Please,” she sounded a little more desperate now, a little more doubtful of herself. “You understand that, Cecelia. Your father never approved of John, he never would. You know what it’s like to love someone you could never be with.”
Their eyes met and suddenly the room felt smaller, and it felt warmer too. The hands around his neck weren’t loosening but, for some goddamn reason, that was his second biggest priority. Because the phantom hands didn’t compare to the thumping heart in his chest when Nancy spoke like she loved him, when she looked at him like she loved him.
“You know what it’s like to love someone you can’t have,” Nancy continued as she walked towards Ace, close enough so her gloved hands were covering his. “To have to constantly hide your feelings because the consequences of your own feelings could be…detrimental to everything you love.”
“Nancy,” he sighed out, still breathless and choked but she heard it clear as day.
“Even if it kills you inside to hide those feelings,” she whispered, their noses brushing and she knew if she just lifted her head their lips would meet.
He could feel the phantom hands slipping away from his neck, the chilling sensation of the spirit no longer pressed along his spine. He felt like he could breathe again, like he wasn’t gasping for his last breath. He should have felt relieved and yet the only thing he could think about was how close Nancy was to him.
“Nance,” he repeated one more time and that seemed to be her breaking point.
Ace barely had any time to process the seconds before her lips were on his, soft and plush and far better than anything his brain had ever conjured up. Blood was roaring in his ears and his hands were on her waist and he wasn’t sure if he ever wanted that door to open.
His forehead was pressed against hers, his eyes clenched shut and he didn’t want it to end. He didn’t want to speak and ruin the moment, and he didn’t want to hear what she had to say. He just wanted to stay like this, for a little longer.
Maybe that’s why it stung when she ripped away from him as the heavy wooden door swung open.
Maybe that’s why it stung even more as Nancy rattled off some story on Cecelia’s motive and her lost love, her resentment towards happy couples and adulterous men.
Maybe that’s why it stung like fucking hell when Nancy acted like her words meant nothing and the actions were nothing more than a convenience.
We needed her to believe it, Nancy told the group as Bess questioned the growing bruises on his neck. She would never want to ruin true love.
He had to remind himself that she didn’t mean any of it despite how badly he wanted her to. He had to remind himself that she made her decision, that she broke off anything that could have been between them and moved on.
Ace had to remind himself as he bottled his feelings down that Nancy would be the girl he could never get.
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Wrote a little epilogue to The Silent Spy.
Read now on AO3! (1,245 words)
Excerpt:
But her mother's voice echoes in the back of Nancy's mind. Life doesn't wait for you to be ready. So Nancy forges ahead, suitcase in hand, and each step brings her closer to the memories she can't escape. The memories she once thought she could outrun, but now she's left in the dust where the memories were settling — prickling like salt in a reopened wound.
The cold chill of a somber church. Cheeks streaked with tears in front of a closed casket. The soft smell of funeral lilies tugging at Nancy's nostrils. A calloused hand in hers, her father's voice in her ear...
"I'm right here, Nance. You've still got me..."
The long trek back to the house that feels so much emptier, so much hollower...a little girl learning to live without a mother.
"Nancy."
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I decided we needed to see Ace wanting to break the curse. And some sexytimes - so I combined them into a new fic set after 4x06, (I’m Gonna) Love You for a Long Time.
GIF courtesy of @thatonekimgirl
I give you my new one shot fic, in which Ace has an idea. Here’s a preview:
“I was lying.”
Nancy stared at Ace, stunned. He appeared breathless, but she could see over his shoulder that Florence was parked outside, so at least he hadn’t run all the way to Icarus Hall this time.
“About what?” She held onto the door, not quite ready to let him back in - literally or figuratively.
“I was wrong. You almost dying in my arms scared the hell out of me. Still does. But - I have an idea.”
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Happy Ao3 Anniversary to me!
Today marks my two year anniversary since I began posting works to Ao3. Writing has become a very dear and important part of my life and from it I have gained a beautiful community I couldn't imagine being without. They are supportive, they are inspiring, and they are a joy to be around.
Normally I like to say 'you never forget your first', but that fic ("Taking in the View") gets some pretty good love. Instead I'm plugging a quiet little fic that I'm particularly fond of. "You & Me & Florence" was inspired by a throwaway line in 1x15. While there are so many great 'ships in this fandom, the Platanchors hold special place in my heart.
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A (Slightly Sleepy) Autumn Day
Joe Hardy X Gender Neutral!Reader
Requested By: @thepleasuretoremainsoheartless <3
Warnings: None! Just pure, tooth rotting fluff
Genre: Fluff
Prompt: None
Author’s Note:
This is my first fic I’m posting on this site! Or anywhere really, lol. This is also the first ever request I’ve gotten! So if you like what you see here, feel free to request a fic of your own! I’d love to write them! You can see my introduction post for the rules of my page, and what fandoms I write for! But, yeah! That being said, here’s the fic! I hope it lives up to your expectations, my fellow Joe Hardy lover <3
You smiled as you looked down at your hands clasped together with your boyfriend’s, you ran a thumb over his fingers softly and gazed at him, he turned towards you and caught your eye,
“‘See something you like, Y/N/N?” He asked you, winking, with a wide grin on his face, you rolled your eyes and scoffed before turning away to look at the scenery around you.
Your expression quickly sweetened as you took in all of the beautiful colours, oranges, yellows and reds danced in your vision, and you could smell the far-off scent of cinnamon, presumably from some delicious autumn themed food that you made a note of in your brain to try some of later.
You smiled as a little stall caught your eye, it was completely decorated in white and it sold little notebooks, you tugged on your boyfriend’s hand lightly.
“Joe, look!” You cooed, staring fondly at the little stall, you began walking over, dragging your poor boyfriend behind you. You stood at the front of the stall and began inspecting the items that were for sale on the small table, you picked up a beautifully engraved leather notebook and grinned at it.
“That’s pretty.” Joe commented, slinging his arm around your shoulder and rubbing it as he looked down at the book, you smiled and nodded, turning the price over in your hand, the tag read $50 in bold, black letters, you inhaled sharply.
“What’s wrong?” Joe asked concernedly, looking down at you.
“It’s a lot of money, Joe… I can afford it, but I don’t know if I should.” You whispered, so as not to let the old woman running the stand hear your conversation.
“I’ll buy it for you!” He smiled, taking the book out of your hands, and you stared up at him, eyes wide.
“Joe! It’s $50! I can’t accept that…” you panicked, resting your hand on his arm.
“Oh please, I’m not bothered, seriously! And besides, you deserve a gift, sweetheart.” He reassured you, and before you could protest, he tipped your chin up and kissed you, stopping any words from coming out of your mouth. Turning towards the old woman, he pulled some notes out of his wallet and slid them across the table towards her, she choked out a ‘thank you’, and he nodded, pulling you away from the table and sliding the book into your bag.
You paused, turning him towards you to kiss him as you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him into a tight hug, burying your face in his chest.
“Thank you, Joe. Really. I could not ask for a better boyfriend.” You grinned, and he nodded, winking at you before going “Damn right you couldn’t.” You laughed, hitting his shoulder jokingly and taking his hand again to walk further into the fair.
By the end of the day, you were exhausted.
Your feet hurt and you were just slightly dehydrated, but you’d had the most fun you’d had in a while.
You yawned as you leaned your head sleepily on Joe’s shoulder, and he smiled and kissed your hair.
“‘You doin’ alright down there, Y/N/N?” He questioned, pulling you closer to his side as he looked out for you as you walked, not wanting you to get hurt.
“I’m okay, Joe. I’m really tired, though…” you mumbled, pulling your scarf closer to your neck as the deep chill of the autumn evening began setting in. Joe simply smiled and shook his head, leading you through the parking lot of the Bayport Autumn Fair, and shaking you softly as you reached his bike, which he decided (for some reason) to park at the furthest end of the lot.
“Hey, wake up, sleepy head. We’re here.” He chuckled.
“Yeah, yeah… I wasn’t even asleep!” You yawned, rubbing your eyes and watching as Joe climbed onto his bike, you sighed, pulling yourself on behind him as he pulled his helmet on, leaning your head on his back.
“Thank you for today, Joe. I loved it, really… I love you.” You smiled lovingly, inhaling his scent which was slightly diluted by cinnamon, now.
“I love you too, Y/N/N. A lot.” He smiled under his helmet and revved his motorbike, pulling out of the car park.
“Yeah…” you mumbled softly, snuggling closer against him.
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Chapter Eight - My Safe House in the Hurricane
“Yeah, I’m all for uncovering our next can of worms, but I say we focus on the curse for today. I can’t stand another day of the two of you mooning at each other from across the room.”
Nancy blushes and looks away, but Ace meets her gaze head on with a small nod of thanks. She offers him the corner of a smile in return.
“Okay!” Bess claps her hands together with delight. “Let’s get this curse lifted!”
Chapter eight is now up! Strap yourselves in kids, it's time for some curse breaking.
An alternative Season 4 with spoilers for all four seasons throughout.
A fix it for season 4 - some elements are the same, some are in different orders, and there's lots of new stuff thrown in for good measure. Less new love interests, more pining, angst, and delicious tension. Each chapter will cover an episode, updating every Thursday.
Rating: Mature
Read Chapter Eight is here!
Or start from the beginning!
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• Title: I've Got A Feeling
• Author: fairytalesandfolklore
• Fandom: Nancy Drew
• Pairing: Ace Hardy/Nancy Drew
The two of them freeze, gazes finding their way to Nancy like they've only just realized she's here, standing stock still behind the counter, taking in the scene in front of her. She expects to get hit with a sudden wave of wanting for both of them, akin to what she felt yesterday, but just like with Nick, it never comes.
Weirder still is the fact she doesn't even seem to be normal attracted to either of them anymore. She looks at them, Tamura in his clean-cut suit, Gil in his rugged bad boy leather jacket, and thinks, ehh, they're alright I guess. Appreciates them in the same way you'd look at a pretty painting in an art gallery.
But Ace? Holy shit. He's absolutely gorgeous, and all Nancy wants to do right now is dip her hands directly into the paint.
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Nace Appreciation Week | Day Five: Childhood/High School
Title: The Memory of the Hidden Photograph (AKA - Florence’s origin story)
SUMMARY
Ace is in love with his new car. From the worn-in green upholstery to the classic wood panelling, she's a masterpiece in his eyes. Unfortunately, most of his peers at Horseshoe Bay High don't see her that way. All except one -- a certain redheaded teen sleuth with an antique car of her own.
Author Note: I love how Nancy and Ace's cars are an extension to their personalities, and I've often wondered what their origins stories might be like. How did they come to own these cars? And where did the name Florence come from? I thought it would be fun to explore some of these questions through the lens of Ace's first drive to school in his new car. I hope you enjoy (:
She was perfect in every way. There wasn’t a single part of Ace’s new car that he didn’t love, from the forest green upholstery to the shiny wood paneling that ran down her sides. Sure, maybe she was technically older than he was, but that only made her more classy in his eyes.
When his parents had taken him to the used car dealership over the weekend, the station wagon seemed to glow from across the lot, charming him with her unique personality. His dad had certainly liked the low price tag too, so it was a match made in heaven.
For as long as he could remember, Ace had dreamed of having his own car and the freedom to drive anywhere and never look back. It wasn’t that he actually wanted to leave Horseshoe Bay, but there was something about knowing it was now an option that was comforting to him.
Another perk of owning a car was not having to take the bus to school anymore. Ace hated taking the bus, and had since the second grade when he’d been pantsed by Tony Morano while trying to find a seat. Not only had his crush at the time seen the whole thing, but Tony and his terrible friends had also called him “tighty whitey” until middle school. Thankfully, once he hit 7th grade, they had moved on to torment another poor unfortunate soul.
The driver side door creaked open and Ace tossed his backpack over to the passenger seat as he slid in. It was a beautiful sunny morning, so he flipped down the visor to keep the sun from blinding him. Apparently, he had yet to do so since acquiring the car, because something tumbled from behind the visor and landed on his lap.
It was an old black and white polaroid. In the picture, a middle-aged woman sat atop the hood of what appeared to be the same station wagon Ace sat in, smiling brightly at the camera. Ace flipped the picture over to see if there was a date for when it had been taken, but all that he found was the name “Florence” etched in pencil.
Ace was excited to discover the little piece of the car’s history, and decided to tuck it in the glove box for safe keeping. Then he stuck the keys in the ignition and the wagon came to life with a thunderous roar.
It took less than 10 minutes to drive to Horseshoe Bay High School, and Ace went straight to the back of the parking lot when he got there, easing into the second-to-last spot in the row. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed of his car and wanted to hide in the back — it was the opposite in fact. Ace had seen how horrible some of his peers were at driving, and he was already so attached to his car that he didn’t want to risk her getting dinged on their first real outing together.
When Ace got out of his car however, it became pretty clear that he was just about the only one who thought his car was actually cool. The other students who drove to school in their Civics and Corollas snickered as they walked by.
He placed a hand affectionately on the hood, and spoke quietly to the car, “Don’t you listen to them, you hear me? They’ve got no taste.”
A pleasant, low rumble filled the parking lot as a little blue Sunbeam drove past Ace to pull into the spot next to him. He had been drooling over the car since the first day Nancy Drew had rolled up to school in it. The sky-blue paint seemed to jump off the car’s rounded edges, making it look cartoonish. The car was in pristine condition too, like it had come straight out of a time machine, and Ace suspected it was likely thanks to Nancy’s proclivity for also parking far away from their peers.
Ace was admiring the Sunbeam when Nancy stepped out. Next to the vibrant blue car, Nancy’s red hair looked like it was on fire. Ace didn’t know her very well, but they shared a class in first semester and she had been nice to him. Not to mention she was a certified genius. What kind of kid solves FBI-caliber mysteries at the age of 13? A kid like Nancy Drew, apparently.
“Hey! Ace, right?” Nancy asked while shouldering her messenger bag.
“Hi, yeah, we had Medieval Lit together last semester.”
“Oh god, right… I hated that class, but only because Mr. Mota’s voice would always make me sleepy” She said with a laugh.
“Yes! The way he read those Canterbury Tales was so soothing.” They both laughed again at the shared memory.
“New car?” Nancy asked, pointing toward the station wagon.
“New to me, at least. Drove her off the lot this weekend.”
Nancy walked over to stroke the wood panelling of the passenger side. “She’s got a lot of personality,” she said.
Ace liked the way she was looking at his car, like she genuinely appreciated her quirkiness. “I thought so too,” He agreed with a smile.
The sound of the bell rang across the lot, signalling students to begin heading to their homerooms. Nancy started walking in the direction of the school, and Ace made himself look busy by checking that all of his doors were locked. Oh the woes of manual locks.
Just as she was walking past him, she turned. “Does she have a name yet?” She asked, facing him as she walked backwards toward the school.
The question caught Ace by surprise, but he didn’t need to think too long before the memory of the polaroid came to mind. “I was thinking Florence.”
Nancy nodded slowly, mulling the name over in her head. “Florence,” She tried it out for herself before meeting his gaze with a warm smile. “It’s perfect.”
Then she turned toward the school and left Ace to watch the silky flames of her hair sway with the beat of her strides. He leaned back against the hood, placing his palms face-down on it to support himself.
With a smile, he looked down at his car. At Florence. “Did you hear that, Florence? Nancy Drew thinks you’re perfect.”
Fin.
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