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Rockapella: Fanfic: Shadows of Doubt
Title: Shadows of Doubt
Fandom: Rockapella
Rating: Teen
Length: 451
Prompt: Doubt
Content notes: Part of my Street Gang AU; Liorah is a self-insert OC of mine.
Summary: The gang are walking the streets of NYC, but Liorah feels like she doesn't belong.
The streets of New York City were a glow in neon, buzzing with energy as Sean, Scott, Barry, Elliott, and Jeff – Rockapella, acapella singers by day, street gang by night – patrolled their territory. Clad in leather jackets adorned with their logo, they navigated the alleys and backstreets with confidence, softly singing, their harmonious voices echoing through the concrete jungle.
Sean was the charismatic leader of Rockapella; he walked alongside Liorah, his girlfriend and one of the most cunning out of the group. With her wild hair and piercing eyes, she had quickly proven her worth with street smarts and unparalleled ability to blend into the shadows. Yet, beneath her tough exterior, doubt gnawed at her spirit.
As they made their way through the dimly lit underpass, Liorah’s steps faltered. Doubt enveloped her, casting a veil of uncertainty over her role in the gang. Did she truly belong? Or was she merely an outsider, destined to be cast aside?
Sean sensed Liorah’s inner turmoil and took her hand, his touch a gentle reassurance amidst the chaos. Their fingers intertwined, and he stopped, leaning close to her.
“What’s wrong?” he whispered, eyes scanning Liorah’s face, trying to sense what she was thinking.
“Nothing…” Liorah shook her head. “I’m fine.”
“You’re not. Something’s bothering you, I can tell. Beloved, what is it?”
“Do I contribute anything worthwhile to our group? Or am I as much of a burden as I feel I am?”
Sean’s expression turned to one of concern. “What? You are not a burden.” he replied, cradling her face in his hands. “You’re one of the most valuable assets we have. You’re cunning, beautiful, quick… and you’ve got the voice of an angel.”
Scott had noticed Liorah’s growing doubt from a distance. His keen eyes caught the subtle shifts in her demeanor as her and Sean spoke; he recognized the internal struggle she was facing. In his eyes, Liorah wasn’t just a vital member of the gang, she was his baby sister. After a moment of watching the duo, Scott approached them.
“Hey, Liorah,” Scott said, his voice laced with empathy. “I know what you’re feeling. I can see the doubt eating away at you. I’ve been in your shoes once. It’s okay to feel doubts, but you’ve proven yourself to us time and time again. We’re a team – a family – and you’re a vital part of it. Don’t let uncertainty cloud your mind.”
Liorah’s gaze shifted from Sean to Scott, a mix of gratitude and vulnerability shimmering in her eyes. She longed to believe their words, to banish the doubt that plagued her every decision. Deep down, she knew they had her back, but her fear of failure held her captive.
The streets of New York City were a glow in neon, buzzing with energy as Sean, Scott, Barry, Elliott, and Jeff – Rockapella, acapella singers by day, street gang by night – patrolled their territory. Clad in leather jackets adorned with their logo, they navigated the alleys and backstreets with confidence, softly singing, their harmonious voices echoing through the concrete jungle.
Sean was the charismatic leader of Rockapella; he walked alongside Liorah, his girlfriend and one of the most cunning out of the group. With her wild hair and piercing eyes, she had quickly proven her worth with street smarts and unparalleled ability to blend into the shadows. Yet, beneath her tough exterior, doubt gnawed at her spirit.
As they made their way through the dimly lit underpass, Liorah’s steps faltered. Doubt enveloped her, casting a veil of uncertainty over her role in the gang. Did she truly belong? Or was she merely an outsider, destined to be cast aside?
Sean sensed Liorah’s inner turmoil and took her hand, his touch a gentle reassurance amidst the chaos. Their fingers intertwined, and he stopped, leaning close to her.
“What’s wrong?” he whispered, eyes scanning Liorah’s face, trying to sense what she was thinking.
“Nothing…” Liorah shook her head. “I’m fine.”
“You’re not. Something’s bothering you, I can tell. Beloved, what is it?”
“Do I contribute anything worthwhile to our group? Or am I as much of a burden as I feel I am?”
Sean’s expression turned to one of concern. “What? You are not a burden.” he replied, cradling her face in his hands. “You’re one of the most valuable assets we have. You’re cunning, beautiful, quick… and you’ve got the voice of an angel.”
Scott had noticed Liorah’s growing doubt from a distance. His keen eyes caught the subtle shifts in her demeanor as her and Sean spoke; he recognized the internal struggle she was facing. In his eyes, Liorah wasn’t just a vital member of the gang, she was his baby sister. After a moment of watching the duo, Scott approached them.
“Hey, Liorah,” Scott said, his voice laced with empathy. “I know what you’re feeling. I can see the doubt eating away at you. I’ve been in your shoes once. It’s okay to feel doubts, but you’ve proven yourself to us time and time again. We’re a team – a family – and you’re a vital part of it. Don’t let uncertainty cloud your mind.”
Liorah’s gaze shifted from Sean to Scott, a mix of gratitude and vulnerability shimmering in her eyes. She longed to believe their words, to banish the doubt that plagued her every decision. Deep down, she knew they had her back, but her fear of failure held her captive.
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