#well hes basically my oc i don't have much else to work off

[katuschka]

A Rollercoaster Ride with Tom&Jerry

Josh Kiszka x male OC (1st person narrative) 8.014 words

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere. Warnings: intense and confusing emotions; swear words; both verbal and physical fights; oral sex; anal sex (surprise, surprise, it's about two guys); toys; choking&gagging&some spanking; BDSM; ...so you see, it's not for everyone. This is basically a story about finding and re-establishing mutual trust. It involves conflict. Where there is a flame, someone's bound to get burned. So if you have any doubts that you're gonna be able to handle it, proceed with caution. Big thanks goes to: 1. @edgingthedarkness for making an illustrative short video (you're gonna find it inside the story below) that should make the whole experience even juicier! 2. all my beta-readers and cheerleaders, especially @writingcold, @edgingthedarkness, @its-interesting-van-kleep and @thewritingbeforesunrise. Cheers, guys.

I've got some things to say 'Cause there's a lot that you don't know It's written on my face It's gonna be hard to swallow (P!nk)

“You’re awfully quiet tonight. What’s going on?” 

I sighed. Yeah, no shit. There was actually so much I wanted to say to him ever since the show ended, I just couldn’t figure out how to do that without sounding like a jealous little girl. My mind was absolutely racing and when that happens, the connection between my brain and my mouth just gets cut off completely. It’s a serious condition, really. Commonly known as “sulking.” 

I often accompany him on tour, but I try to avoid live shows. I have my reasons. Hundreds of them. I agreed to be there for the last few concerts, which I now deeply regretted. 

It had been a really busy and eventful week; me, myself and I getting increasingly irritated – by everything, but mostly him – as the days went by, and tonight’s events felt like the last straw. Part of me wanted to be finally alone with him, and another part just wanted to be alone. So, as a result, I just tried to avoid him. I had kept to myself while watching him down his beer as the band enjoyed their aftershow high back in the green room. No one else seemed to pay attention to me, and for that I was glad. Now we were sitting in a car on our way back to the hotel room, and the confrontation that I’d tried to avoid seemed inevitable. 

As much as I pretended to be interested in the night scenery behind the window, it was impossible to ignore him any longer. Sadly, it was equally impossible to pretend that everything was ok and the idea that we could resolve it soon seemed pretty absurd. He was still in his stage outfit, bare chest in full display, absentmindedly scratching the skin right below his left nipple. Much to my dismay, he smelled divine, too. Warm and musky from the exertion, still with a faint hint of vanilla and cedar. AND he was obviously completely clueless. 

“You know Josh, you make it really hard sometimes...” 

Well, shit. I realized what I just did even before I finished the sentence. The instant smirk on his face told me that it was a really bad word choice and I regretted it immediately. I really wished that he would take it seriously this time. But he was still exhilarated and unnaturally restless, even to his standards. He literally couldn’t sit still, fidgeting in his seat, rapping his knuckles on a windowsill, giggling at nothing in particular…and I’d swear I even heard a moan when the car accidentally hit a curb. If I didn’t know him, I would say that he was high, but I knew he would never do that while performing. 

“Yeah, I often do, don’t I darling.” He turned to me and pouted playfully, his chin resting on his fist. “...but you’re never quiet when that happens, so why don’t you tell me what’s bugging you.” He was looking at me now, the lower lip between his teeth again, eyelids half closed. Cheeky bastard. 

What I really meant was – and he just proved my point again, by the way – that it was hard to keep the conversation serious when he was like that. And he was like that most of the fucking time. Everyone loved him for it, and that was the problem, because he just didn’t hesitate to love them all back. Not only was this his nature, but what is more, he was required to do that. A people pleaser, an entertainer…I was no longer pleased, nor entertained, though. 

I knew what I signed up for when we started seeing each other. Granted, I didn’t know who he was – or what he was – when we first met in that rally more than three years ago. He was just a beautiful boy with the eyes of a winking doll and a golden halo bouncing around his head. In a crowd of other nameless, faceless and anonymous people, he exuded blinding light. Am I too sentimental? If you were there, you’d surely understand. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. After staring at him for at least fifteen minutes, I dared to lift my camera up to take a picture just as the wind blew a few disheveled locks into his face. He immediately noticed. His brows furrowed and his eyes squinted at me, but they were warm and I could tell he was smiling behind his mask, even though apprehensively. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” “Why did you do that?” If I had thought that it couldn’t get any worse, I was sorely mistaken. The sultry voice that came from behind that black piece of cloth didn’t match his overall appearance. It made my dick twitch though, and I had to hear it again, so I decided to come clear about it, because he was already turning away again, not really interested in my answer. As if having his pictures taken was something that happened everyday. Yeah, as if. But…

Believe it or not, I just told him I thought he was beautiful. Right there on that street. I don’t normally do shit like that. To this day, I still don’t understand what got into me. It was blunt and impudent and no doubt a bit weird, and I expected him to tell me to fuck off. 

But instead, he blushed. “Well, you’re not so bad yourself.” 

I wasn’t sure if it was genuine or if he was just playing along. Or even mocking me. But I had to seize the opportunity by the hair. “I’m Tom.” What else to say, right?

“Josh.”

That’s it. That’s how Tom met Josh. We talked a lot that day. He was cute and funny and I just couldn’t get enough of that voice, which is never a good sign. You shouldn’t let yourself get addicted to people. It’s dangerous and he was very addictive. Later that day, when we left the crowd behind and he put the mask down to reveal his full, rosy lips, I should have run. But I didn’t. I let him use those lips to chain me to him just as they enveloped my dick.

Since then, there was not one single day when I wouldn’t think about that mouth. It only got worse when that sleepy pout became the first thing I saw almost every time I opened my eyes in the morning during that summer. Our relationship started as a strictly sexual one, not because we wanted it that way, but simply because arousal and excitement came first, and there was nothing else to do. We skipped dating and dived head first in the sheets. The world had slowed down, the future looked hazy, and we were just bored. OK, I admit, I was bored. His life wasn’t boring at all. Not even then. I got sucked into it pretty soon (pun absolutely intended). He made me fall for him before we even realized what was happening, and it was brutally intense. And it was also mutual. 

I soon learned what it really meant to be part of that world. Our secret summer of love ended and reality hit. I went completely offline, partly because I was not interested in being hunted down by hysterical chicks, but mostly because he didn’t want them to know. You know what I mean. I didn’t really care that much myself, but I also understood. 

If you’re into traveling, and if you ever followed @tomontheroad on Instagram and wondered why it just vanished one day, wonder no more. Yes, it was me. You probably didn’t even notice though, because in late 2020, it had already been dead for months anyway. 

That’s just how it was. To keep the life we shared safe, I became an invisible nobody, which made it almost impossible for me to do my job, but I somehow managed. Meanwhile, he was there in the spotlight, adored by thousands, making their pussies and dreams wet. I was never to be seen. I agreed to all that, gladly, even though it was gradually getting worse. They started touring again, and that was when I saw his full potential, wrapped in velvet. He was their Pied Piper, playing his flute just as he played his vocals. I still didn’t mind. It was all worth it. I thought it was, at least. As soon as we closed the doors behind us, a brand new universe opened before me. Behind the closed doors, I was a traveler again, a tireless explorer. Every inch and every curve of his body was a land full of miracles and pleasures. A wondrous landscape. Every valley, a new home for me. Every peak, a place that revealed brand new horizons. Who needed tropical white sands when his warm skin was the perfect place to lay your head, the sound of his heart more calming than the humming of sea waves. I simply loved him. 

I learned to live with the fact that I had a boyfriend that hundreds of people wanted to fuck, but it was me who actually did. They were mere voyeurs, standing outside the shopping window, ogling hungrily all the delicious desserts on display, which only I had the privilege to taste. I kept telling myself that I was the lucky one. 

And you know what? That’s complete and utter bullshit. I keep doing this to myself. Lying to myself. I hadn’t learned to live with it at all. Granted, we had these conversations before, and all of them ended with me telling him it was fine. Everything was fine. I spent nearly two fucking years trying to convince myself that I was completely ok with all of this and just this evening I realized how much it was really bothering me. 

Today he crossed the fucking line. The feeling that lurked somewhere in the back of my mind now reared its ugly head and I felt like I reached my limits. 

I said I was there for the show. I actually never really get to see it, because I myself can’t be seen. It had been months since I last watched their concert and this past week I just waited for him in the green room. But tonight he insisted that I be there. I finally agreed, even though it really meant just lurking by the side, under the stage level with the staff, watching what was going on onstage on the monitor with Steve who’s in charge of big screens. 

The camera loved him. And he loved it back, losing himself in the moment as he got high on the music they made. The audience was losing it too, screaming in frenzy because he made them feral. It all looked just like one big orgy. I had seen it many times before, that’s why I didn’t really want to be there, but I still couldn’t get my eyes off that screen. I was very familiar with all those faces he made. I had heard those moans before, I had watched him arch his back just like that before, the way he bit his lip, how his brows furrowed… I could tell he got bolder with it over time. I was mesmerized, but there was one big problem. The whole arena was watching this with me now, equally enchanted, but he was interacting with them and I felt unwelcome. I had seen some pictures, watched two or three shorts, but nothing could prepare me for this. 

He ran down the stage a few times that evening, waved at me the first time, blew me a kiss a moment later, but as the evening progressed, I suddenly felt like losing him. It was an unwelcome surge of panic and just when I thought I got it under control, he ran past me and the next thing I saw on the screen was him right at the barricade, letting himself be hugged and groped by all those random people. I had enough. I couldn’t breathe. I excused myself and ran to the green room to pour myself a generous amount of whiskey. 

Fast forward back to where we were, in the car on our way back to the hotel. “Not here,” I retorted. “Later.” The rest of the ride was tense. He kept looking sideways at me, I kept being extremely absorbed in examining the hem of my shirt. As soon as the door of our shared apartment closed behind us, he confronted me. 

“So, we’re here. Care to explain why you’ve been behaving like such an insufferable bitch tonight?”

“Oh that’s rich, Joshua. By all means feel free to make it aaaall about my behavior again. Nothing wrong with you acting like an insolent and inconsiderate slut!” 

“Inconsiderate…” He looked as if I just punched him. 

“Yes!” I hissed, “inconsiderate! You know, it’s funny how you find this worth reacting…but not the fact that I just called you a slut.”

He just laughed and shook his head in disbelief as he headed straight to the minibar to pour  himself a drink. “Well,” he trilled, “you didn’t shake the bitch allegations either, my love. At least I’m fun to be around.” 

I just huffed and went towards the balcony to open the glass door. I really needed some fresh air. “Yeah, I’m not amused. But you don’t seem to mind. You were having a really good time there, with their hideous, overlong nails scratching your tits. Or when you were moaning into the microphone, almost pretending that you were fucking them all.” With that, I collapsed on the couch. 

“So what do you want me to do to amuse you? You want me to fuck you? Let’s fuck in earnest, no pretending.  Will that make it better? Do you want me to show you what and who I’m REALLY thinking about when their nails scratch my skin?”

“No Josh, you fucking me wouldn’t really sort out anything I’m afraid, because right now I feel like you’re fucking with me all the fucking time. I want to claim you, because I love the way you’re looking at me when I’m deep inside you and when you have to bite your lower lip just to stop it from quivering, you know. Not only because I really, really love that sight, but also because only then I feel like I’m the only person on your radar. And that’s what I need now.”

He watched me avidly, with his head slightly tilted and his expression almost unreadable, except for the obvious arousal that was silently flowing through his whole body, and I swear you could see it glimmering behind his pupils. I definitely could see it in his tight pants. I would lie if I said that I wasn’t aroused. Truth be told, I needed to fuck him, badly. We could continue bitching about each other’s behavior later. For now, angry fuck would do…

He put his glass down and slowly took off his sun jacket, all without breaking eye contact. It was like watching him in slow motion, when he palmed his hardening dick through the white satin, squeezed it briefly and then stroked it gently a few times. He loved this. He was a born entertainer, always ready to please the audience. I couldn’t help but admire the fact that he knew exactly what he was doing. I was his audience now, and I had to admit to myself that this was a completely different show. 

“Ok, that’s convenient, because I’d really love you to finish what I started.” 

I had no clue what he was talking about and watched him – flabbergasted – as he turned around, pulled his pants down and bent over to unfasten the cuffs around his ankles. That’s when I saw it. A little sparkly gem between his buttcheeks. I recognised the tiny steel buttplug with a faceted stone immediately, even though we hadn’t used it much. I gave it to him for Christmas, and later he joked that it really fit the Starcatcher aesthetics, so maybe he should wear it with the rest of his jewelry, but I didn’t really expect him to actually do it!

“Josh…did you have it in for the whole show?” I tried to keep it cool, but the words only came out as a breathy whisper. He only chuckled and stretched like a cat to relieve his stiff muscles. He was still acting, completely naked now, exaggerating every move just to torture me. 

“No, darling. I wanted to, but they would have seen it under the jumpsuit. It’s quite tight, isn’t it. No, I put it in for es-tee-tee. Colors, gems and trim, darling. Now, let’s take a shower first. And close your mouth, or else I’ll fill it.” And with that he strutted into the bathroom without even waiting for me, shaking that tiny bejeweled ass just for the show. He knew that I would follow. He already had me in his grasp, metaphorically speaking. 

We often showered together. That was our personal habit, both at home or when I accompanied him on his travels. It was always our sweet moment of seclusion in his otherwise busy schedule. Very intimate, but not always blatantly sexual. Of course, sometimes it WAS blatantly sexual, but oftentimes we just talked a lot, kissed a lot, washed each other’s hair, just took care of each other. Just tracing my fingers down his spine was enough to help me forget about the gloomy world beyond our walls. Not to mention being inside his walls, but I digress…

I took my time. I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of following him like a pet dog, so I stripped slowly, took a few more sips of my drink and walked indolently into the bathroom. Just for the show. I expected him to wait for me by the counter, but he didn’t. He was already in the shower, steam already filling the room. I slid the glass door open and started. He was standing there, right under the stream, facing the door, his eyes boring into me. He was quite a sight, too. Not having bothered with the stage makeup, the streaks of smudged eyeliner were now running down his cheeks, over the remaining rhinestones. Wet hair already flattened and pulled back. This was intentional. He was still provoking me. 

We just observed each other warily before he broke the silence and asked me nonchalantly if I could just wash his back. I gestured to him to turn around and did as he asked. I poured the vanilla-scented body wash in my hands and soaped his body with it, just like I always did. And just like he always did, he started talking about the events of the day. Some tiktok video they filmed after the soundcheck that I didn’t care about. 

His tone was completely casual, in spite of the fact that I held his balls firmly in my hand, gently massaging them with my soap-covered hand. I let my other hand travel slowly down his left buttcheek towards that little surprise he had there for me previously. 

“So tell me, Josh. Why this?” 

I watched him smile at the question. His previous restlessness suddenly made perfect sense. The whole time I was sulking and worrying about us, about his behavior and his intentions, he was just getting himself off. I took the bejeweled plug in my fingers and twisted it gently. He arched his back and moaned softly. I just loved listening to him. His lovely mouth could elicit the most delicious high-pitched whimpers. So I did it again. This time, his head landed on my shoulder, exposing his neck to me. I let my nose brush against my favorite place right under his earlobe. This was dangerous territory. Everytime I let myself wander through the smooth valleys of his lithe body, I was close to losing my mind, and he knew it. He was narcotic. Normally, it just meant that earth-shattering sex would follow, but I needed to stay focused, because I had to resolve this first: “Fucking tell me, Josh,” I hissed.

“I…I like to keep myself perked up, my love. I can’t go onstage…oh, yes, thee-e-e-ere…I can’t go onstage drunk, or high…dammit…that would, aaah would be unprofessional, yeah?” He chuckled.  “So I just keep myself turned-on instead. It’s good for the show.”

“For the show, eh? You’re a liar.”

“No…no-ah, I’m not lying, dear. I keep myself turned on…and when I feel the rhythm in my bones and when I let the… the melody soar through my veins, I imagine your dick inside me. Or your fingers. Aaaall because they lo-oooh-love seeing me like that. So you see, it’s good for the show. They can feel it. Our love. Just…genuine…love. The feeling is omnipresent…and I want to share it.”

The insolence! “You see Josh, that’s the problem,” I whispered while my teeth grazed his jugular, “I don’t want to share it.”

With that, he turned around and kissed me gently, letting the tip of his tongue just brush against mine. With his left hand stroking the nape of my neck, his right palm slowly wandered down my torso, fingertips lightly grazing my left nipple, and further down, until he had me in his grasp, now literally speaking. I fell under his spell again, utterly and completely, and I no longer wanted to fight it. I had to remind myself that tonight was supposed to be my night, that I was supposed to be in control, but I was slowly losing it anyway. He sensed it, and generously put me back on track, while still jerking me off. 

“Honey, this is us. This is just us. I share the miracle, you see? That’s my job. But you don’t share me with anyone. You own me!” 

Oh yeah, that worked. His words felt like a detonator. Perhaps more than he had intended them to. I’m sure they were partly meant to soothe me, but something really snapped in me and all those pent-up emotions suddenly begged to be released. I lost all my remaining mental clarity and acted upon it without really thinking. I pushed him against the wall and firmly wrapped my hand around his throat. His head hit the tiles with a dull thud and even though my own actions took me by surprise and I saw a brief flicker of panic in his eyes, I couldn’t stop. I kept him pinned to the wall with my thigh pushing his legs apart. He belonged to me, and I needed him to understand it.

I’m not the world’s strongest man, but I’m bigger than him. Three inches taller, and I could overpower him without much difficulty. That’s why I had always been rather gentle with him, even though he’s a hotheaded bastard and always fights back like a mad chihuahua. Not this time. He just watched me with those doe-like eyes and his mouth slightly ajar, while his hands just rested on my chest. I barely felt the touch. He was a meek lamb, a rag doll, but his face told me a different story. I could see his previously bewildered expression transform into a defiant one. He tilted his chin up, nostrils flared. He was daring me, breathing heavily and waiting for my next move.  

“Damn right I do! Fuck, you’re mine,” I growled and tightened my grip on his neck, while my other hand kneaded his left buttock.  

He whimpered and I recognized the sound. I’d heard it many times before. Everytime I pounded into him with feral force, when I pulled his hair, or when I smacked his ass, because that was the only part of his body I ever dared to leave a mark on. 

“You like this, you little fucker.”

He closed his eyes, breathing raggedly through his nose. I could feel his semi spring up and twitch against my thigh. I could tell just by his fingertips now clawing at my chest that he really did. But I needed to hear it. 

“Answer me!” 

“Yeah,” he finally breathed out and our eyes met again. 

We were both very sensual people, but never overly violent with each other. It’s not that the idea never crossed my mind, because I really like rough fuck. Sue me. I’d had my fair share of “tough love” during the time spent with my previous lovers. Truth be told, he was often pushing my buttons, and it took all my willpower not to act. All smiles and sunshine on the outside, he could be an insufferable brat sometimes. I just always had to remind myself that I couldn’t leave a mark, even though his own nails frequently branded me with scratches. But that was it. It was part of the deal. I treated him like my pampered darling, even at times when I just had to shut him up with a gag… some occassional BD sans SM, that’s how we rolled. It just occurred to me that treating him like that might have been a mistake. I just had to make sure that he was really agreeing to this.

I let go of his neck and let my fingers travel up his jaw and into his wet hair, all without breaking eye contact. We were watching each other intently, trying to communicate without words, searching for clues. I cradled his head in my hands, my fingers massaging the back of his head. He leaned into the touch and closed his eyes. 

“Does it hurt?” 

He shook his head silently. I placed a trail of short kisses up his neck until I reached his earlobe and nibbled on it gently. I felt him pull me closer to him as he pressed his fingertips convulsively into the flesh on my hips until it almost hurt.

“Are you ok?” I whispered in his ear. He nodded and rubbed his nose against my cheek. A brief moment of tenderness was exactly what we both needed to reassess our position. Now it was the time to remind him of his role…

“Fine, on your knees!” I pushed him down, perhaps with not enough force, because it did not wipe that defiant look off his face, but I was well aware of the fact that he also still had that thing deep inside him. I was pumped, but not reckless. He was now kneeling right under the shower stream, small rivulets of water running down his face as he looked up at me, blinking. I had to take a deep breath not to cum just from the sight.  

“Open your mouth.”

…and he didn’t. Because he knew. That dastardly sneer of his is going to be the end of me one day, but I usually tolerate it. Not only because it’s hot as fuck, but also because it tells me he knows what I need. Or better yet, what he makes me need…and crave. I certainly hadn’t known that I needed my head to be treated like a lollypop until he taught me it was what I craved. Parting his lips ever so slightly, it just rested on them until he darted his tongue out into the slit, savoring every little drop of my precum. He had this habit of looking up at me when he was doing this, because he knew it was driving me crazy. 

So that’s what he was doing. Licking at my glans, watching me, daringly. I wasn’t having it. Enough of this game. I grabbed his head and buried my cock in the back of his throat. He gagged on it violently, darting his head backwards. I was still holding his head in both of my hands, though, and pushed him back, fucking his mouth in ferocious speed until he tapped on my thigh. Only then I released my grasp, watching him gasp for air. He looked up at me again, and whispered: “More.” 

And more he got. Oh god, that was so sexy, him literally begging me to choke him with my dick. I adjusted my pace, sliding in and out of those full, swollen lips. Grabbing my butt with both his hands, he urged me to go deeper, to fill him up, to obstruct his airway passage again. He tried to relax, letting my cock glide smoothly on his velvet tongue. I was getting close, dangerously close, but I wasn’t done with him yet. His mouth was perfect, but I needed more. 

Before I stopped, I grabbed him by the nape of his neck, pushed him down my shaft and held him there for a while, until I felt his throat contract and his body convulsed. Another gag, another gasp. I let go and tilted his chin up lightly with my index finger. The running water quickly washed away the thick strings of saliva and the tears, but he still looked a mess, exhausted and tamed. He was also very hard, his eyes not the only thing looking at me. He loved this. A wave of tenderness washed over me again. Damn, it was always like this with him. A real rollercoaster of feelings. 

“Come here, my filthy princess.” 

I grabbed him by the arms, pushed him up on his feet again and pulled him into a tight embrace. I felt his chest rise and fall against mine, deep breaths interspersed with intermittent, barely audible chuckles. 

“What’s so funny?” 

“Not funny, just…exhilarating.” 

My good boy. He deserved a reward. I bowed down and ran a few circles around his hardened nipple with the tip of my tongue, because he loved that. You might think I’m too soft, but this is what makes the experience really intense. I was still pissed, and full of adrenaline, but it was all because I loved him so much, and I needed him to feel it all. I ran my fingers down his spine, scratching his skin with my nails, perhaps more than necessary. But it was necessary. With the actual words still stuck in my throat, the touch was my language now. He looked at me again with a sweet smile, the tip of his tongue grazing his upper lip.

“So…now that it’s settled and I promise to be good, are you going to do that thing, darling?”

“That thing” meant me sucking his dick with my fingers knuckles deep in his ass. “Yeah, baby, you’ve earned it,” I stroked his cheek with my right hand while the left one traveled down right between his asscheeks...”let’s pull this out, then?” He nodded and turned around, resting his elbows against the tiles. It was my turn to get down on my knees. Yeah, I hear you, not very dominant of me, but you need to understand that this man has got the most fabulous ass I’ve ever seen, and I swear I’m gonna kiss and bite and spread and lick it any time I get the opportunity to do so. 

I put some shower gel on my fingers and circled them around the plug. “Try to relax.”

“I know,” he spat impatiently through his teeth. That earned him a smack on his right buttock. Brat. I pulled the plug out gently, eliciting a long, breathy and relieved moan from him. I massaged the opening a bit, washing the rest of the soap out, before I grabbed him with both hands to spread him a bit more for me. What a glorious view. I buried my face in it and darted my tongue out. 

“Oh god,” he breathed out as I licked into him. 

The flowing water was starting to get on my nerves so I turned it off before I turned him around to face me. It was now my turn to taste his leaking tip. A few swift cat licks made him clutch at my shoulders tight and he almost lost his balance when I swallowed him whole. I reached behind him and gently pushed my middle finger inside him while my head bobbed up and down his dick. I pushed my finger deeper, curled it towards me and set a steady rhythm of my movements. 

His breath suddenly quickened and I could feel him pulsate on my tongue. It was a matter of mere seconds. No. I stopped, retreated abruptly and stood up. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull and he was gaping at me in disbelief. I just smiled at him maliciously. He thought he could play with me, so let’s make this a shared experience. 

“What the hell?!?” My plan worked perfectly. He practically shouted it at me. He was furious. Cute. 

“I haven’t come yet, so what on earth made you think that I would let YOU, “ I smirked.

“Fuck you!” he pushed me aside forcefully and stormed out of the shower, heading back into the bedroom. Dripping wet, he slipped on the floor and almost fell, which gave me more time to react. 

I ran after him. “Hey, where the fuck are yo…ouch!” The fucker slammed the bathroom door right in my face. I threw it open again with force, triyng to catch him. He was just by the bed when I reached out for his hair and yanked him back, making his back collide with my chest. “Ouch, that hurt, you bastard!” he yelled as he tried to break free from my grasp, squirming, but he stood no chance. 

“Do you want me to stop?” I hissed in his ear. 

“No…” Good. I pushed him face down on the bed, grabbed his wrists and held them firmly behind his back. I needed him to stay that way, so I searched the ground for something I could use. My eyes spotted a bathrobe that I tossed over the armchair earlier that day. Perfect. “Don’t move!” I got off him for a while to get what I needed. He looked over his shoulder, watching me as I pulled the belt out of the loops. He didn’t move, lying face down by the edge of the bed, ass up. My obedient baby.

I grabbed his wrists again and showed him the belt, making it obvious what I was going to do. “You ok with this?”

“Yeah, go ahead.” 

I nodded, tied his wrists behind his back and went searching for the lube. “I’m going to fuck you now, and I’m not going to be gentle about it. If it becomes too much, or you just want me to stop, just say stop. Do you understand?

“Yes.” 

“Fine. Oh, here it is.” I squeezed a generous amount of the lube on my fingers and put two of them to his asshole, rubbing it in circles before I pushed them in slowly. He was already almost ready from before, but I needed him to relax a bit more. “Now listen, I will let you cum this time. No monkey business. But I want the same from you. If you wanna cum, you’re going to behave. You’re going to beg for it. Understand?” I added a third finger and he whimpered and bit his lip, huffing. I was getting impatient. “Do-you-under-stand!?”

“Yeah,” he breathed out, “yes, I understand. Fuck me please. I’ll behave.”

I withdrew, slapped his butt, rubbed the remaining lube all over my cock, positioned myself and… pushed in. I had to focus all of my self-control on not pushing all the way in. He was so tight and warm and inviting, and I was all worked-up. The whole situation was a bit overwhelming, to be honest, but I just couldn’t get enough of it at the same time. His quick and shallow breaths told me that he felt pretty much the same. After several languid thrusts during which we both somehow managed to regain our composure and I quickened my pace. I grabbed his bound wrists in one hand and held his head down with the other. The room was filled with our synched moans and the slapping sound of our flesh colliding. I couldn’t get enough of him.

I grabbed his ass and slammed into him with full force. He cried out and begged me for more. His profile was absolutely entrancing, eyes squeezed shut and his mouth wide open, his melodic whines in sync with my thrusts. I needed to see more of it, so I unbound his wrists, pulled out and turned him over. 

I grabbed his ankles instead and forced his legs up, before I buried myself in him again. My heart was beating wildly. I felt the poisonous cocktail of all the previously suppressed and boiling emotions fill my veins as the pleasure overcame my senses. “Look at me!” He watched me, bewildered, while I rammed into him, sweaty and almost out of breath. Suddenly all I could hear were my own labored grunts, while he just stared at me, wide-eyed and speechless. 

“Cat got your tongue, hm? Always so…eloquent…with…them all…but not one…spare word…for your dirty little secret!” 

Adrenaline running in my veins, I continued pounding into him and almost missed the sudden shift in his mood and movements. 

“Tom…”

It was barely a whisper at first, but soon he became more and more agitated. “Tom…Tom, please. TOM! Hold on…stop…”

His face twisted in clear discomfort and his hands were clawing at my chest. I pulled out carefully. “What happened Josh? Did I hurt you?”

“No…no, m’fine. S’just a bit overwhelming, is all,” he mumbled. “Can you kiss me?”

I let his legs slide down my shoulders, leaned down and softly brushed my lips with his. I was confused, but also desperate to make this better, whatever it was. I stroked his cheek with my thumb and tried to make him look at me, but his eyes scanned the ceiling erratically and he blinked several times as he obviously tried to fight back the tears. But I could see that his eyes were already red. Now it was my turn to start panicking. Was he afraid of me? “Josh! Josh, honey, please, look at me. Are you hurt?” He shook his head and sobbed. Then his eyes finally met mine: “No, I’m alright. It’s just…please, don’t hate me Tom. I can’t stand you hating me. I was just trying to protect you.” 

The realization that hit him a minute ago now backfired back to me. And just like that my heart shattered into millions of microscopic pieces. I searched his face for more answers, those big, tearful eyes staring back at me. I stroked his hair tentatively. All the previous tension and anger dissolved and he was my sunshine boy again, but these were mere pale winter beams, and it was my fault, and the realization chilled me to my bones. He was weeping silently under me, obscured by my clouds. 

I moved slowly from between his legs and pulled him up into my embrace. He was reluctant at first, but slowly wrapped his arms around me. We just sat there for a while, cradling each other.  “I could never…,” I whispered against the damp skin right above his collarbone. “I’m just a terrible, jealous guy.”

“No, I made you jealous. I didn’t mean to, I didn’t realize…”

He couldn’t have. He’s the one who always lets his feelings pour out of him. I’ve always struggled with this. Not that I didn’t want to tell what was bothering me, I just couldn’t translate the whirlwind of my thoughts into coherent sentences. Just tell me what’s wrong, Tom. My previous lovers often lost patience with me. They always thought I didn’t want to talk and then our arguments ended with them giving up on me. Not him. He tried to make me laugh, he tried to make me yell, he tried to seduce me and he let me take all of him. I held him tight. I couldn’t let go. I was on the verge of tears, but it was him who needed comfort. I just hoped that I could give it to him. It was him who finally broke the silence. 

“Tom…” It was barely a whisper. 

“Yes?”

“I just hope you know I love you.” 

I finally loosened the embrace to look at him. My mouth was dry and my throat felt constricted, but I somehow managed to force out at least a weak “I do.” But that wasn’t enough. I knew I needed to say more: “…yes, baby, you’ve been telling me…I’m sorry,” I croaked. He took a deep breath and continued. 

“But hearing is not the same as feeling it…and,” he cleared his throat,”...and sometimes I need to feel it too. Sometimes it feels like you’re not even present. In your secret hiding place behind a thick wall and I just can’t get in!”

I buried my face in my hands. I needed a minute to process the evening’s events. “So, you seek it elsewhere?” I regretted those words almost instantly, but at least I finally forced myself to speak. 

“What do you mean? God, no!”

“No, not like that. I mean all those people, the plug. You didn’t really expl…” 

“I already told you! I wanted to share what we have.”

“By letting them touch you…”

“Cut it already!” He slapped the mattress, furious once again. “Yes, maybe you’re right…to a certain extent,” he spat out at me. “Yes, I let them touch me. I share a lot with people. It’s fulfilling and it feels natural. But it’s a different kind of love. And they understand. They didn’t grab at me, no one tried to pull me in. I share a lot with them but I don’t belong to them. But I agree with you that it's very personal. I thought about doing that for quite a while, but couldn’t find the courage to do so…unless I felt you there with me. I do miss you there. Sometimes I just miss you… anyway, about the plug…I guess today felt like a perfect day to try it. Please just tell me you understand, because I’m getting really sick of this.”

The plug was a gift from me, so yeah, I understood…kind of. Touch is important to him. But... “But why today?”

“Oh Tom,” he was tearful again. “Oh, fuck you. Really. It’s exactly three years since the day you first told me that you loved me.”

I just stared at him for a while, speechless. Then I finally lost it and started crying. “I’m a terrible person.” I felt like shit, I treated him like shit and really deserved to get a taste of my own medicine, in one way or another. But Josh is not like that. He doesn’t do that. And so it was now his turn to hug me, even though I tried to back away at first. But he’s stubborn, too. “You know, Tom, I felt it today. Among other things…”

“Forgive me.”

“Nothing to forgive. I understand.”

“No, you don’t... Listen Josh, I don’t need you to protect me. If anything, it should be the other way round. But I do need to feel like I belong in your life. I…I’m not sure I could continue like this.” 

Here, I finally said that. I had been afraid to utter those words aloud, because I knew they were dangerous. I expected another argument to follow, and maybe it would be the last one this time. But he only sighed and I felt him nod lightly against my shoulder. “I guess we need to make some inevitable changes then.”

I knew what he meant, but this was not just about me. And it was not just me who he’d been trying to protect. Himself, too, but also others in a way…

“Are you ready to make those changes?”

“I guess so…” 

We looked each other in the eye once more, trying to communicate the rest. At last I stood up and offered him my hand. “Come on, let me fix you a nice, hot bath.”

“No.” He took it but didn’t move. Instead, he tried to pull me back to bed. 

“No?” “No Tom, come back here, please. Make love to me.” 

He was sooo good at playing with my heartstrings. He really wanted me. He still trusted me. And from the look on his face, he needed me. I climbed back to him, took his face in my hands and kissed it. I traced my parted lips across his cheek and down to his jaw. He was like the oxygen I needed in order to stay alive and I was breathing him in. I continued upwards until our lips finally locked together. It was the first genuine kiss we shared that evening. 

How…?

“Spoon me.” As he lay down, I retrieved the previously discarded tube from the floor, lubed my fingers and cock once again and snuggled behind him. I didn’t rush it, and repeated the process once more that evening. I was nothing but tender this time, but he thought otherwise. He took my hand that was stroking his bare chest, placed it on his neck and tilted his head back. “Choke me.”

“Josh, I…you…” “Shhh, just do it. Please.” And I did. I wrapped my fingers around his throat and pulled him firmly back towards me. It wasn’t harsh. He let himself be completely vulnerable with me and I wanted to cherish it. I just rested my hand there, holding him firmly, but not with too much pressure. I could feel his pulse beating against my palm, every intake of breath. This was different than before. A moment of raw intimacy. He arched his back and reached behind to grab the back of my head. He knows I like that. I rewarded him with slow and deep thrusts, just how he loves it. He was moaning melodically to the rhythm, singing a secret song just for me now, and we rocked in tandem slowly, meeting each other halfway. Nothing else was necessary, this was everything. 

I took control again soon. Quickening my pace, I thrusted into him with a frantic urge. Goosebumps appeared all over his skin, which told me that he was very close. He always got shivers when he was approaching orgasm while I fucked him. Almost as if he was feverish. “Maddening ecstasy” – those were his words with which he once described it. I could feel him tense and tighten around me and rolled my hips once more to hit that perfect spot. “Oh my ggggnnnh Toooooohmmm….,” he let out a high pitched scream and came hard, his whole body convulsing. 

He was literally sobbing. I slowed my movements to a near stop and held his shivering body tight in my arms, waiting for his breathing to slow down. I was just about to pull out when he started moving again against me, urging me to continue, but I grabbed his hip and made him stop. He looked up at me, frowning. “What?” “Are you sure? It’s been a long night…” “No, Tom, don’t worry…come on, go on.”

I moved again tentatively, looking for any clue of his discomfort. He encouraged me again and I gradually resumed my pace. It didn’t take long. With a final groan, I buried my face in his hair, holding his now almost limp and exhausted body pressed to mine while I threshed about in an almost comical way, keeping him swaying in unison with me. We shifted a bit so that he was lying  on his belly now, me hovering above him. With the last few erratic thrusts I filled him up and we finally collapsed together into the pillows. 

We barely moved for at least another ten minutes, limbs still intertwined, eyes closed and our torsos literally glued together with sweat. Both of us simply wanted to prolong the moment, but I was slowly becoming aware of the world around us. We had left the glass door leading to the balcony open and the evening breeze finally pulled us back to reality. 

“Josh?”

“Yeah?”

“I think a few people might have overheard us.” “Uh huh…ok…good.”

“I love you.”

“I know.”

Love sticks, sweat drips Break the lock if it don't fit A kick in the teeth is good for some A kiss with a fist is better than none (Florence and the Machine)

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[i-cant-sing]

Okay, so the new OC I'm introducing yall to is... Dimitri.

Basically, this dude is a mafia man. But he's like very, very rich and powerful, like the type that controls politics and shit. Now, Dimitri has a 3 year old son, Xavier, who goes to the school where reader teaches. In fact, you're his class teacher.

Dimitri met you for the first time during the parent-teacher meetings where you updated him on his son's progress. To say that he was immediately smitten would be quite the understatement. However, Dimitri doesn't obsess over you, nor is he in love with you. He can't afford to do that, not with his line of work. For all he knows, you could've been sent to spy on him and Xavier or worse, to hurt them. So he pretty much forgets about you.

That is until one day, someone tried to kidnap Xavier from the school, threatening everyone with a gun. Almost everyone fleed, except for you. Not only were you successful in hiding away Xavier, but you had also somehow distracted and delayed the kidnapper, who only ran away once he heard the police sirens. But not before, shooting you.

Fortunately, someone had rushed you to the hospital and you made it.

Dimitri (after making sure his son was safe) came to the hospital to thank you and even paid for your surgery and stuff. Of course, he didn't tell you he had enemies as a mafia leader. No, no. To you, he was just a successful business man and that kidnapper (who had been caught and brutally tortured by Dimitri's men) was just some fucking perv. Anyways, now you had permanently made a spot on Dimitri's radar.

The school had given youbsome time off to recover, and Dimitri very graciously offered to drive you back.

After a 2 months or so, you were ready to return back to work, only to find putvthat you've been fired and replaced. Well, that sucks.

Luckily for you, Dimitri who had came to pick his son up saw you. He took you out to a coffee shop to thank you once again, and you tried basically caught up on stuff. When you told him about how you got fired, he offered you a job.

"Would you like to be Xavier's nanny? Well, actually, you'd have to be his caretaker and private tutor."

"I- what?" You thought he was just doing this out of pity or guilt. But he assured you, he actually did need help.

"Its just- my wife had died soon after giving birth to Xavier. She was sick." He cleared his throat, looking sad over the mention of his wife. "Xavier is... a bit different. He's a quite child, a good kid really, but... he's a little emotionally detached. I've reached out to professionals and all, but they've never really made much progress with him. But you... you're different." He took a sip of his coffee. "I don't know what you did, but Xavier has become attached to you. He talks a lot about you, could go on for hours until he falls asleep."

You smiled.

"I try to make time for him, I do really. But I suppose I am somehow lacking. I just- I do need your help. You'd really be doing me a favour by taking this job." He sighed.

So you accepted. (You'd be an idiot not to, especially after seeing the pay)

The job was easy. Really, you didn't have too much of a hard time. Xavier was a good kid, easy to bond with, very well behaved. He often shared details about his life with you, something you noticed he didn't do with anyone else. Perhaps, he sees you as a friend. Sure, most of the things he overshared were funny ("I saw the maid kissing the chef!"), but some details were... a little concerning to say the least. You think he hallucinates, or just has a very vivid imagination, perhaps he even daydreams. Because when Xavier tells you "daddy came home with blood clothes. I told him to clean up because you didn't like dirty things! I sang him the "clean up" song you taught me!" Certainly, there is no way that is true.

You've told Dimitri about his son's vivid imagination, and he looked shocked to hear that, promising that he will talk to him about it, or even go to a psychiatrist for help.

As for Dimitri, he's a pretty decent boss. He waits with his son every morning until you come, wishing you both a good day before leaving for work. He usually returns in the evening, after you've put Xavier to sleep. You wish him a good night, and he always looks like he wants to say something, but he just nods and has his driver drop you off to your place.

Now, reader had moved into the city recently and she's just getting used to knowing her new surroundings. She doesn't have a car so she tends to walk around (when she isn't being picked and dropped by Dimitri's driver) and she feels like she's being watched. At first, she thinks it just her paranoia, but then it happened.

A bouquet of roses and a small letter attached to it, right outside your door.

Flowers for my flower, my favourite one of all❤

You would've thought they were for someone else, but it was addressed to your name. It weirded you out, because you don't remember making anyone new who would send you such a gift.

But things only got worse from there on, because once a week (which later became everyday), you got a bouquet of flowers and a letter that mentioned details about your life you don't remember telling anyone about.

It really got to you when your secret admirer started writing creepy details about your daily life, as if he was living right inside you.

You did not want a stalker, and you especially didn't need a creep to endanger Xavier. So, you went to the police, who laughed right in your face, telling you that with vicious and actually terrible crimes happening in the city, getting flowers from a lover isn't their top priority. Meaning they weren't going to help you.

So you decided to take some caution yourself, and added security cameras in your home, and then installed an app that would let your family and friends know about your whereabouts, should you go missing.

Things turned even worse for you the following months. The feeling of being watched only increased, someone continued dropping bouquets and letters with disturbing personal details about you.

"My dear Y/n, how do I say I miss you in a way that will make your heart ache as mine does? You are a sight for sore eyes, and so is your pink underwear."

Your friends took you to a club for a night out, to get your mind of things. And it did, you danced and drank until things started to feel a little numb.

You sobered right up when you got another letter with flowers the next day, along with coffee and painkillers. Inside your house.

"My sweet, it hurt me to see other men touch you and dance with you. Your friends certainly do not have your beat interests in mind, having you endanger yourself like that. You're lucky I was there to make sure none of those vile men took you home, although it pained me to see you put yourself on display like that.

But I forgive you. My heart won't ever hate you, no matter how much you hurt it."

You threw the coffee and the flowers and the letter in the trashcan outside. You immeadiately called your landlord, a sweet old lady, and trued to switch places. You possibly cannot stay here after that creep had been inside your house. But she told you that she couldn't really help you because of a "new clause" in the lease. So all you could do was change the locks for now.

Somewhere along the way, you started dating a guy. He was a sweet guy, and he would always come over when you didn't feel safe inside your own home. Well, one night, he was over for a romantic dinner at your place. You both had moved over to the couch, where you had started to inch closer to kiss him, but you both jumped back when you heard a loud crash outside. You looked out the window, only to find his parked car completely crushed.

You called the cops, and soon your date left with the cops to file a report. However, only 10 minutes later, someone knocked on your door. When you opened the door, there was no one, only a letter. With trembling hands, you opened it.

End things with him. Or it'll be him that's broken next time.

Your paranoia gets the best of you. Its just- its just not safe for you here, anymore. So, you go to Dimitri, hand him your resignation, along with a replacement, saying you had to leave town. He tries to inquire more, saying that perhaps he could help you in some way, but you say it's a family matter. So, he agrees and gives you your last cheque

Then, you go to your apartment and pack your stuff up, returning the keys to the landlady, who agrees into ending your lease when you bribe her with the cheque Dimitri gave you.

You then go to the bank to get the rest of your savings that'll be enough for you to move to another city, if not country. However, the bank says they've frozen your account and cannot give you access to your money because of a technical issue.

You're walking back to your old apartment, hoping that you could somehow beg the landlady into giving your apartment back again as you realise how truly fucked you are.

You are currently homeless, jobless and penniless.

And when you look over your shoulder and see a black van following you, you know you can never catch a break.

You break into a sprint, picking up the speed when you hear the van speed up after you. All you could think was you were gonna die tonight.

Too absorbed in your fright, you didn't see where you you were running, until a car almost hit you, finally making you stop as you fell to your knees.

You were still looking behind to notice the driver getting out of the car to check on you.

"Y/n? Oh my- are you okay?" You finally snapped back, gasping as you realised it was your old employer- Dimitri.

You stumbled up towards him. "Please, oh my god- there is a van following me! Please, help me." You said pointing behind you, and sure enough, Dimitri saw the black van.

"Okay, shh its okay. Im here now." He continued glaring at it as he pushed you towards the passenger seat. "Get in the car. I'll drive you home."

As soon as Dimitri drove away from that van, you finally broke down, telling him everything, about the stalking, the creepy gifts, the bank issue, etc.

Dimitri nodded, giving you his handkerchief as he tried to console you. "Its okay, everything is gonna be okay. You can stay with me and Xavier until the bank unfreezes your account. I'll hire you back, and if you'd like, I can get a private investigator to look into the creep. Hm?" You tried to turn down his offer, but he insisted. Besides, you needed the kindness, something you haven't had in a while.

Exhausted, both physically and emotionally, you fall asleep in the car. Dimitri looks over at you, and he can't help but tuck a stray hair behind your ear.

He can't help the way the corner of his lips quirk up.

He is the one who had the school fire you.

He is the one who owns the cops.

He is the one who bribed your landlady to "evict" you.

He is the one who bought the bank and had your accounts frozen.

And he is the one who had been sending you all those letters and gifts, and the one who set the van after you.

He is your stalker.

Now do you guys like the name Dimitri, or do you think Alexei or Nicholas would be better? Or something else? Also, suggest surnames, preferably Russian.

So what do you guys think???

#yandere Dimitri #yandere ocs #yandere oc #my oc #Dimitri my oc #yandere #yandere mafia

[padfootdaredmetoo]

Hello! id like to make a request if that's okay! it's a fic about Tommy x reader (or OC if you prefer) where she works at the Garrison (wow.. unexpected) and you can decide in which season is set, if it's canon or not but basically she works there and she's a quite girl just.. working. She and Tommy still aren't a "thing" but some feelings are definitely there. But then, all of a sudden, things start to go downhill when some of Tommy's enemies start to have tip-offs (idk if it's the right word I'm sorry!) of the Shelby family's plans and, since there's seemingly no one else to blame, Tommy starts losing his clarity and blames her because she's quiet, she's silent, she's mysterious like no one knows much about her since she's foreign AND she just minds her business that in this case it's seen as suspicious. So of course everybody ends up getting hurt, Tommy who thinks his trust in broken and Her who thinks Tommy was better than that. Of course she isn't guilty. AND THAT'S IT. I just love angst and, if that's okay with you, the end is up to you because 1. I suck at requesting and 2. my imagination just ends here... I hope this wasn't lame or dumb but if you don't like it or simply can't write it, it won't be a problem of course!! AND SORRY IF THIS IS SO LONG (and thank you for your time! <3 ) <3 <3 <3 :)

Dear Anon!

Thank you for waiting and for sending in a request! I tried to make this angsty... but I also can't help myself and there's a soft ending.

Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, almost physical harm done to the reader, the reader goes into shock (not detailed), peaceful ending.

There wasn't enough snow on the planet to make him feel awake. He sat in his office and felt himself slip into a familiar distant stare as the loss set in from his current plan. He had a black cat, more of a rat really, amongst his ranks. Someone was tipping people off. Once could be recklessness, twice could be stupidity, but three times proves that it's not him at all. 

Anger was all that was keeping him awake, his mind searching through what pieces of information were leaked and who had known about those details. The money and opium was a heavy fucking blow, but this time it almost cost him his brother. The thought was enough for his body to break its stony composure. 

He looked at the clock and figured he might skip down to the Garrison. It would give him a chance to observe everyone. Of course, his mind also drifted to the barmaid that frequently caught his attention. The prettiest girl he’d ever laid eyes on, kind eyes, sharp tough, soft curves…. Oh, how he’d like nothing more than to take his frustrations out on you. Knowing you as well as he did you would probably be one step ahead of him in figuring it out…

Unless you were to blame. His heart gave a painful twist in the dim light of his office at the realization. He finished his whiskey in hopes that the burning liquid would numb some of the sensation blooming in his chest. 

He knew you had no family and had only recently moved to Birmingham to escape an ex-boyfriend. Something that originally won you the position, a girl like that ought to be protected, and protection won him leverage to keep you off of the cops should you grow a heavy conscious. He was grateful he never had to hold it over your head because he’d not had the stomach to do such a thing. You were…. Fragile looking. Big innocent eyes, hands that were always busy, you never brought up the business or his family's long list of problems. Kept to yourself enough that it drove him down to the bar almost every night to talk to you, needing to know how your day went…..

Thinking logically about it there was no one else that was constantly around the family like you were, it would be easy for you to listen in on their meetings that took place after the bar had closed to the public. He was the idiot who insisted you stay till someone (him) could drive you home. 

Fuck. He slammed his hands down on his desk sending picture frames toppling over. What a stupid fucking girl. He had no choice but to cut her, he’d fucked three trades over this girl, if she didn't hang it would only show a possibility to people that wanted to fuck him over just as she had. That there was an opportunity, an opening in the armor. Loose threads always had a way of unraveling eventually. 

He thought of calling Arthur and John. Asking them to do it meant he didn't actually have to witness it himself. He could simply lie, tell himself that you’d moved away end of story. 

But the thought of a man's hands on you driven by any intention was enough to make his hands fist around the edge of his desk. He felt the wood begin to splinter beneath his pale fingers and realized he’d have to manage this himself. Maybe he could just scare you into giving your employer up. Exile you to a far away land…

He lit a cigarette and told himself to enjoy this final moment before he ripped himself apart. 

______________________________________

Your heart sank further and further as the night progressed. Normally Tommy would come by to walk or drive you home. As things were crashing down on the family he insisted on having you picked up and dropped off. Something that only deepened the crush you had on your employer. 

One of these days you swore he was going to kiss you before you got out of his car. Tonight was most certainly not that night as you began to close up the pub. Normally the family was around for closing but tonight it was only the regulars. 

Door locked, tables and glasses cleaned. You only took one step into the cold rain before a familiar car pulled up to the curb. Assuming he would only be there for you, you opened the passenger door. Heart pounding at his thoughtfulness. 

Taking in his posture something inside you started up in alarm. 

“Is everything alright?” You asked softly. 

“I know it’s you.” He said staring at the road. 

“Me? What’s me?” You were lost, a small voice inside you hoped he would say that it’s you that holds the key to his heart or something cheesy. But his white knuckles on the steering wheel made you think it was quite obvious that you were about to learn the consequences of being familiar with criminal men. 

He didn’t respond and you didn't push it. You watched as the city faded away quickly, your stomach started to twist at the harsh reality that he was taking you somewhere. Probably the middle of nowhere. 

“Where are you taking me.” You whispered as the cold realization started to set in. You had no family. No one to notice you were gone. No one coming to get you. He wouldn't even have to work that hard to hide your body. No one was going to go looking for it. 

“To my house.” He said calmly. 

“I don't want to go to your house.” You hated the slight edge of panic that was starting to rise up in you. 

He quickly turned a sharp corner and you watched a lavish house come into view as he tore down the gravel driveway. He pulled the car to a hasty stop and before you could get your bearings he’d pulled you from the car. You tried to fight his grip but it was no use. He dragged you through the main floor of the house. 

Your brain finally kicked into gear. It was going to be you or him, and you should start acting accordingly. 

“LET ME GO” You started screaming all kinds of profanities. Holding on to doorways, kicking and flailing. Trying to make things as hard on him as possible. Eventually, he threw you down on the hallway floor in frustration. He gripped your jaw painfully and you watched him struggle as he looked into your eyes. Some silent battle raged on inside him, eventually, they softened slightly. 

“FUCK. I’m not going to hurt you. I just need to know who you're working for.” 

“You! Fucking idiot. I work for you.” Whatever this was it was too painful to feel anything other than anger. He raised his hand causing you to flinch, but he dropped it.

“Fucking woman. Just fuck.” He sighed. 

The sounds of footsteps became clearer and you heard a gasp. 

“What the bloody fuck is all this.” Polly’s voice rang out behind you and you felt her arms wrap around your chest as if to pull you away from him. “The fuck is wrong with you!” She pushed you behind her a doled out a heavy slap across his face. 

“She’s it. I know it’s her. She’s the one leaking information.” 

“Finn’s got Bill in the wine cellar. The ACTUAL RAT!” She screamed at him and you watched his face fall. He pinched the bridge of his nose and his features crumbled. 

“What’s all this then? Been trying to call you all bloody night.” John started, he held out a hand to you and quickly grabbed on to you trying to steady you. “Shakin’ like a bloody leaf love, s’alright.” Confusion was written all over him until he registered his brother's composure. John stiffened and pulled you against his chest. 

“O’come of it. Her? Really? Fucksakes Thomas the only thing she’s hiding is her undying love for ya. This is why we -” He pointed his finger back and forth between the two of them “- Need to fucking talk to each other. You let out a sharp gasp as he picked you up and carried you away. He kicked open a heavy door to a warm kitchen. 

“What the fuc-” Esme started her eyes narrowing and face falling to stone at the sight of you being carried by her husband. A larger wave of fear started to threaten to crash against your body. 

“Just look after her will ya.” John shut her up and placed you down gently in a wooden chair. “Thomas- Fucking idiot’s gone and put her in shock. Thinking she’s the fucking rat.” 

Her composure softened considerably. She gave him a nod as he strode out of the room. You watched as she floated around the kitchen and soon a cup of tea and a glass of whiskey were placed in front of you. 

“I’d start with the whiskey, love. Try to get some of your color back.” She said softly sitting next to you. 

You quickly threw back the amber liquid feeling it dislodge the painful feelings in your chest. Tears started to well up and spill over your pale cheeks. 

“It’s not your fault love, he’s a right idiot. Doesn’t help that he’s been falling over you for months. You scared him.” She lit a cigarette and after a long drag, she placed it between your fingers. “Not tellin' you to forgive him or anythin’. If it would cheer you up I’ll have John hold him down for ya. Landing a few blows will get it out of your system.” She prattled on and eventually, she got a few laughs from you. Polly came through not long after, giving you a similar type of attention. You didn’t understand, up until that evening, you’d never noticed them paying attention to you. 

“How's he going to fix this?” Esme asked her stretching her arms above her head. 

“I have no fucking idea. But don't you let him off easy. Take him for everything he’s got.” Polly pointed her finger at you. 

“And if you’d rather move far away from the lot of us, the two of us will get you out.” Esme continued. 

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You stayed in your apartment for a few days, trying to recover from what had happened. Most of your time was spent on the edge of sleep, your mind filled with nightmares. The towering figure that used to be your ex was replaced by Thomas. Running down that hallway over and over again only to meet the back of his hand. 

He couldn't actually hurt you. Even when he thought it was you responsible for almost getting his family killed, and a mass amount of money lost. Even then he couldn’t do more than raise his hand. 

You thought about running away. Like you did last time…. But Esme's words swirled around in your mind. Maybe confronting him would be better. 

A few phone calls later you heard he was taking the same shut-in approach as you were. 

You got to his house and were let in by one of the maids. After arguing with them you finally made your way up to what you assumed was the master bedroom. You placed a soft knock on the door and got no response. You took a deep breath and moved into the darkroom. 

“Thomas?” You asked quietly. You heard him let out a sigh and took it as an invitation to move closer. You sat on his bed cross-legged and looked down at his pale complexion. 

“Why are you here?” He said staring up at the ceiling. 

“To confront you.” His eyes sparked at that and he turned his attention to you. “Esme said I should beat you up.” 

“You can if you like.” He responded calmly. You responded by laying down on the bed next to him. Three days of fear and you couldn't stop yourself from reaching out and lacing your fingers in his. 

“Promise you won’t ever hit me. Or drag me around. Or be that angry Or even just shout at me.” You closed your eyes and you felt your body tense up at the feeling of being so vulnerable. “I won’t stay. I can’t handle it, my nerves - I just” Your voice got wet and you took a shaky breath. His body moved onto his side and he pulled you against him slowly giving you lots of opportunities to protest and see where he was going with his actions. 

“John almost died. Million pounds at the bottom of the cut, not to mention all the lost opium. Even then I couldn't stop my heart from breaking seeing you that scared. Never again. Not by my hand or another.” 

Your body believed him and the tension left you. 

“For extra reassurance, Polly has sent me a lengthy list of things she’ll do to me if a hair is put out of place.” He mumbled. 

You already knew he was partially high on opium. It was the only thing preventing you from kissing him. Instead, you just let yourself accompany him into a peaceful sleep. In the morning you’d make him promise again. Set firm boundaries and keep him at arm's length for a while just to be sure but for now, you let yourself relax.  

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It wasn't easy building her trust after that night. He insisted she stop working at the Garrison, which he knew was a secret relief to her. He didn't like her being on high alert surrounded by drunk men.

He'd really had to work on his temper if he wanted to stay with her. Things around him would set him off, but loud noises/shouting set you off in a much worse way. Watching you crumple made him sick to his stomach. So when he was angry he would take deep breaths. You would often trace your fingers over his hands. Finding your own way of trusting that he wouldn't hurt you.

Once making peace with his anger, you started to find your own slowly. The first time you shouted at him in frustration you both stopped in shock over the situation and you watched him struggle to fix everything immediately.

#tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby imagine #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #peaky blinders imagine #thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby #peaky fucking blinders

[pikaturtle]

Ok, whatever, I am completely new to Helluva/Hazbin universe. I have done SOME research. And read some fanfictions and everyone is different.

Alright, fine, I am just going to post the prologue of what I have. Basically more or less following the actual series, I might stray from it as I go and be my 'own' story.

But I created this OC weeks back, and basically trying to work the character out, and somethings I noticed that wasn't part of the Hazbin Universe. And that's Guardian Angels. I was a bit surprised those weren't listed, but maybe sometime in the future?

I just went with it. It might not even be good, but here it is.

Main character is my OC: A Guardin Angel, that is a cat(I love cats so yeah). They are an intersex being, and non-binary. Demisexual. They don't care for pronouns, they answer to all. They were 'created' after the whole thing with Lucifer in the series. And there is information in the prologue. So I dont want to repeat everything. ^^;

I am still new to all sexualities and pronouns and I do want to respect everyone and I apologize in advance if something is wrong or had misinformation.

But anyway this story is basically adding in my character into the story. I am keeping Charlie single in this when it comes to 'present' day. I am still working things out how I want to write this story.

Again, I am completely new to this, so this is probably crap. But I want to post it, because then it just sits in my OneDrive and probably never continue it and have it forgotten.

But let's see if people are interested. I don't expect much, I have been on Tumblr for a bit but hadn't really posted because I am more active on DeviantArt.

So, I guess I am ready to face judgement.

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The Council loomed over Lucifer as he pleaded for his daughter.

“Just please, there has to be someone you can send!” He yelled desperately. “I know I have not right, but Charlie is innocent in all of this! I just need help to protect her!”

Sera, headmaster, sighed and rubbed her temples. Letting the words sink in. She was slightly annoyed being bothered by the fallen angel. However, it had been centuries since she even last saw him. She just wanted him to leave. She stood from her chair.

“Give me a few moments to discuss this with the head guardian.” She turned and headed out, gesturing the Angel next her. “Come Matthew.”

He got up and looked at Lucifer for a second then followed Sera to the hallway. Once the door shut, she turned to Matthew. “What do you think? These are your Angels. Do you trust him? Do you even have one available?”

Matthew pondered for a moment, only one came to mind that hadn’t been assigned in years. “I mean, if it’s to protect an innocent child. I don’t have a problem.”

“They would be bound to her until, if she evens, perishes. Which will be an eternity. I know none of us will want to go down there to stay even a second.”

“They can be given power to help them. Lucifer would be able to help them on that.” Matthew said.

Sera raised an eyebrow, “Do you have someone in mind?”

Matthew swallowed. There was one angel who hadn’t been given a human for years. And before their last human, they hadn’t been assigned in centuries. However, they had been through excessive training. And has been able to become stronger. Which was sad that they failed the last human. He believed in them, unlike everyone else. There was maybe a few others who got along with them, however, the poor angel was mainly isolated from others. He took a deep breath, his voice trembled a bit. “There is one…She has been available for years. Even centuries and well, I know he-”

“I know who exactly you are talking about.” Sera cut him off. She thought tot a moment, then smiled. “Of course! She will be perfect!”

Matthew paled, he was protective to all of his guardian angels. He wanted to say something but Sera already opened a portal and briefly he saw the angel talking to her friend. They both paused as the portal was opened and Sera reached out for the cat angel and pulled her in. Her friend and her protested but the portal cut off her friend.

“Hey, what’s the big deal?!” The angel squirmed in Sera’s hand. She had her by the collar. “I was in the middle of a conversation!”

“Serity.” Sera smiled at the cat angel.

Serity stopped squirming and locked eyes to Sera. Serity was a small white cat angel. She did have a human form, but she preferred to be a cat. She had black tip ears, black tip tail, and black spots around her eyes. She also had a black ring around her next that was her fur and not a collar. She also had gray wings, that were actually one of the more prettier side. She also had a circle shape on her belly, that had little white dots on it. Which actually looked like a chocolate chip cookie. And she had one black circle on her both her sides. Matthew hadn’t seen her human form in centuries, he actually forgot what she looked like.

Sera began to explain. “Congratulations! You are now assigned to be a Guardian Angel!”

Serity blinked in shock. “wh-what? But I thought-What?! Now?!”

“Yes, I apologize for the sudden outburst, but it is a timely matter. I’ll be sure to tell your friends the situation. But we must make haste.” She moved Serity under her right arm, holding her as Seity was too shock to even mutter a word. “I would love for Lucifer to leave already.”

“Wait-What?!” Serity tried protesting.

Sera gestured Matthew to follow. He tried sending a sympathy glance at Serity, but she was too busy trying to argue with Sera but Sera ignored her. The door opened and slammed, which Serity froze and stopped talking. Her heart was pounding. Sera went back to her chair, but didn’t sit down, instead she grabbed Serity by the collar and hung her over the edge, showing her to everyone.

“Here you go Lucifer!” Her voice echoed. “This is Serity. She’s one of our oldest members and has been through excessive training. She would be a great guardian for your daughter.”

Serity felt Sera’s grip loosing and she started flapping her wings. She stared back at Sera and Matthew. Matthew was ashamed, and wanted to apologize for doing this to her, but he couldn’t say anything. Sera gestured Serity to Lucifer. Serity was terrified. This was the fallen angel from the stories of Adam, Lilith, and Eve. She never met him personally. But he was talked about and mostly wasn’t good things. She swallowed and glided down to him. Lucifer actually reached out his hands to her when she got close enough. Once she was in reach, he gripped her arms and pulled her closer. They stared at each other for a moment. Which Serity noticed that, he didn’t look like anything she imagined. She expected a scary evil big boss. But the angel in front of her, looked sadden within his eyes that was surprised by her. He had red circles on his cheeks and too be honest, he smelled really good. Like apple cider. Serity’s heart was still pounding but she relaxed a little. She didn’t even know what to say to him.

But even if she tried, Sera spoke again. “Now, you have what you want and I won’t ask anything in return. Though I do expect you to take care of her. Since she’ll be living with your daughter for eternity.”

Serity felt like her heart stop. (Eternity?!)

Lucifer held Serity more gently in his arms, like holding a baby. And he looked up at Sera. “Thank you. I guess I’ll be heading out.”

“Please.” Sera sighed.

Lucifer bowed in respect and got his cane that had an apple at the tip. And summoned a portal. Serity stared in shock, seeing the actual Hell that was in front if her. However, it did look like a living room but she could see through the windows. Lucifer went through the portal and as he did, Serity colors swapped. Her white turned to black and her black turned to white. Her halo disappeared and fused into her fur on her head. So, she now had a white ring on her forehead. Her wings turned to a darker shade of gray, almost black.

Lucifer sighed in defeat and the portal closed. “I’m sorry to be bringing you here, but my wife, Lilith disappeared. After months of searching, i- I just needed help protecting my daughter. We’re usually safe during extermination day, but she’s been talking about this new dream of a hotel for sinners. And…and I don’t want something happening to her.”

Serity blinked at him. Surprised by how soothing his voice was. He was sad and tears were appearing in his eyes. She really wasn’t expecting this. Her mind and heart was racing.

Lucifer then cleared his throat and pulled her to look at her, held her under her arms again. “Um, so, I am Lucifer Morningstar. In case that wasn’t clear.” He chuckled nervously, trying to lighten the mood. “And you’re Serity?”

Serity swallowed. She didn’t like using that name. She practically forgot it. She took a deep breath and spoke. “Um..yeah,” her voice was trembling, “call me Cookie, please. I don’t go by that name anymore.”

Lucifer blinked surprisingly. It looked like he was going to say something but his eyes went to her belly. Which then he had the ‘ah ha’ face. “I see.” He smiled warmly, which calmed her a bit. “Well, Cookie, I guess we should go over somethings and then have you meet my daughter.”

He set her down on a couch, Cookie couldn’t help but stare out the window. Seeing the red and she could feel the darkness of the world she was now in.

“I know, I know.” Lucifer noticed her fear in her eyes. “Again, I am sorry about this. But I can give you some power to help you while you’re here. You’re powers….if you don’t mind me asking, how do they work? I never met a guardian angel before and just know some basics.”

Cookie finally looked away from the window and was about to speak, but then she noticed something behind and around them. Rubber ducks. In pictures and even little ones just being around. On the tables and bookshelves. She blinked surprised. She was literally speechless.

Lucifer seem to notice her eyes shifted and he followed her stare and realized what she was shocked about

“Oh,” he chuckled nervously, “yeah if it isn’t obvious, I love ducks.” He cleared his throat and sat down in a chair, waiting patiently for Cookie to speak.

Cookie finally shook her head after several minutes and glanced at Lucifer. She cleared her throat, feeling like she couldn’t speak. He mouth felt dry. She was going to say something when Lucifer shot up out of his chair.

“Oh how rude of me! I am sorry!” Lucifer apologized and Cookie was a bit confused. “Did you want anything to drink? I can get you something. Tea, water, apple juice, I have plenty of that.” He laughed.

Cookie just nodded, “Ye-yeah, water would be nice. And…coffee to be honest…”

“Sure thing!” He made a weird pose, like he was going to perform, but he headed to the kitchen.

Cookie searched again and looked at the photos more closely. Seeing Lucifer with his wife and a little child. There were more pictures of his child over the years. Lilith was in a few, but it was mostly of his daughter. (He seems to really care about her…. I wonder what she’s like….)

After like possibly 10 minutes, Lucifer came back with a tray that had glasses and a coffee cup. He set it down on the coffee table in front of the couch. Cookie sighed, knowing she had to change her form a bit. She stood on her four paws and shook herself. She turned her form to more human like, but she still was a cat. Anamorphic cat. She opened her eyes, she had her height around Lucifer’s. She normally didn’t have clothes because of her fur, which was very fluffy. But she was in a different realm and she wasn’t fully sure how this realm worked. So she had a red t-shirt and gray yoga pants. She reached for the coffee cup and took a sip.

“Amazing. So, you’re a cat angel?” Lucifer asked.

Cookie swallowed. “Sorta. I was more human when I was first created but turned myself to a cat after a few years after my creation.” She shrugged. “I just like cats. So why not be one.”

“Hey, whatever floats your boat.” Lucifer said casually. “Now, can you explain, please?”

After taking another drink of her coffee, she set the cup down and cleared her throat. “Right. Well, um…. I guess I’ll explain what guardian angels can do. But the rules, I am assuming will be different here since your daughter isn’t human.” Lucifer just nodded in response. “Right, normally we don’t show ourselves to humans. We are assigned to humans. How, I don’t know. I don’t know which or if all humans get one. I don’t think every human gets one, since not every human is worthy if I am honest. But my powers are, I guess random, I mean I can do many things. I know magic I guess you call it. And I can shape shift. We sometimes turn into animals to protect humans and live along side them. And well, we can’t really intervene the humans lives. We can try to have them make choices, like you know have them lose their keys or make a noise to have them change their minds if they are headed to danger. Which sometimes doesn’t even work. My last human was killed because he wouldn’t listen to the noises I was making.” She looked down at her coffee cup and circled the rim of it with a finger. “I tried to get him to look but he was too occupied doing a crime than his own life.” She shook her head, not wanting to talk about it. Lucifer didn’t ask her to elaborate, just nodded in understanding. “I do have a third eye.” She pointed at her forehead. “Well, we all do, we can see memories, dreams, wants, desires, thoughts, and emotions of our person. So we have a deeper understanding. We also only protect and not fight. Ya know, some of your hellborns haunt some humans, so we do protect humans from them, but we don’t attack unless it’s self defense. We mainly just protect.”

Lucifer groaned in annoyance, slapping his face, “I apologize for that. I have little to no control on the hellborns. They’re like humans, they do whatever. I try to do my best to make sure there’s some punishment but when you have so many, it’s kinda just useless.”

Cookie nodded. “Yeah, I’ve lived with humans, so I get what you mean.”

“What else can you do? Do you have any skills?”

Cookie perked up a bit. “Yes, I can speak many languages, even like ancient ones. I also can play, if not all instruments. I know pretty much everything within human history. I can cook, clean, draw, play video games, I can mimic all voices I hear, and some other skills I don’t even use.”

Lucifer blinked in shock, “Wow, that’s amazing…”

“Well you’re about as old as me, but older. When you live as long as we have, you get bored and just start doing random stuff.” Cookie picked up her cup of coffee and drank the rest of it. She set it down, and swallowed. “I don’t know how much Sera told you about me. But in earlier years of humans creation, I was more active, however, when the dark ages came along, I lost….many humans. And each one just…” She paused and looked at her paws. “Just…losing a kid, watching them suffer in front of you… I started declining mentally. And finally they just stopped assigning me because I couldn’t focus as well as I should have been. So for centuries, I was under excessive training. But they obviously don’t take up my whole life. So I had to find stuff to do.” She shook her head in defeat and she glanced at the ground. “I was given another human, like recently, like back in the 1900s or something and that was the last human I had. He didn’t even make it to his 30s.” Cookie held back tears, not wanting to go back to that. “After that, they hadn’t sent me out again. I am not sure why though. I didn’t even do anything wrong. I am not really well liked if I am honest. I only have like five friends, or allies.”

“I am sorry…” Lucifer bit his lip, it looked like he was holding back tears as well.

Cookie shook herself again and sat up more straight. “I do have keen hearing and sharp eye sight and heighten sense of smell. I do know how to fight, but I prefer not to. I don’t like fighting, but push my patience and well, you can face the wrath.” She grabbed the cup of water and took a drink. “Anything else you want to know?”

Lucifer stared at her and scratched his chin in thought. But nothing came to his mind. “I think you answered everything. Though I guess I should share my power with you. So you can move more freely. Have you ever done blood oaths?”

Cookie blinked in shock. “Erm…yes, I mean no, I never done them. I have heard of them.”

Lucifer stood up and walked up to Cookie and stood in front of her. “Well, then we better get started.”

He took off his glove and using his claw to slice his palm. He still had angel blood. Which surprised Cookie. She swallowed. She didn’t like blood. Funnily enough, she loved true crime but some details she rather not hear or imagine. She shakenly got a claw and sliced a cut on her paw. It was a bit weak as she was nervous. She didn’t like harming herself, she didn’t even like getting hurt. Though blood oozed out of the cut and Lucifer held out his hand. She reached out and took his hand. There was a jolt of power surging through her. It didn’t hurt but it certainly wasn’t pleasant. Lucifer tighten his grip as the magic wrapped around them. Glowing yellow colors swirled around them. Then finally drained to their hands. And disappeared into their cuts and instantly healing them. Lucifer took back his hand and put his glove back on. Cookie rubbed her paw with her other paw. She could feel something pulsing in her veins. She didn’t like it. It felt weird. She hissed a little.

Lucifer looked at the time and then conjured his staff and started doing some magic. Which Cookie wasn’t paying attention until a cell phone appeared in front of her. A black smartphone. She glanced at Lucifer.

“I think you’ll need this. Everyone has a phone now. And in case you get separated, then at least you can contact help.”

She took the phone and turned it on. She had one back in heaven, but because she was pulled away, she actually dropped hers. She knows it was fine, but she needed to get the information. Luckily there was the ‘Cloud’ that had her saved information and other things.

She smiled slightly and glanced up at Lucifer. “Thank you. Which reminds me also, we are literally stuck to our person. We can reach them no matter what. So like, say we did get separated and she’s like in the human world, I can still reach her. I can go through these realms, but obviously we don’t come here. I actually thought we were blocked. But here I am.”

“Fascinating.” Lucifer nodded. Then he clapped his hands which made Cookie flinch since the noise surprised her. “Well, come along. I think Charlie is still here. She should be in her room.”

He waved his hand to have Cookie to follow. She shrunk down to her cat size, having the phone disappear to a space she could call it back. She ran up to Lucifer and climbs up him to his shoulder. He was surprised but he just smiled and started heading down a hallway. There were even more pictures and more rubber ducks around. Then she heard voices. Her ears perked to the noise and as they approached a door, she heard two voices.

“Oh, crap, forgot her friend was here.” Lucifer stopped himself.

Something came to her mind. “I think it’s best that the less people know that I am angel, the better.”

“Oh for sure!” Lucifer agreed. “It could be dangerous for you if others knew. Charlie can know, right? Or does that need to be a secret from her?”

“Considering I am stuck with her for all eternity, I don’t mind her knowing.” Cookie scoffed. “Probably a good idea to have her know.”

Lucifer nodded and straightened up, then knocked on the door with his free hand.

The voices stopped and Cookie heard footsteps and the door opened. An almost copy of Lucifer appeared in the doorway. Her hair was long and blonde. Her eyes were large and she was taller than Lucifer. She also had the red circles on her cheeks. Which hers looked pinchable.

“Hey, dad, what’s up?” Her voice was beautiful to Cookie. Soft and sweet. She could tell she had an amazing voice for singing.

“Hey, Char Char,” Lucifer said nervously, “I need to talk to you. Mind coming out?” He glanced back to another demon that was sitting on the floor. She looked like she was some sort of bird. “Octavia, you don’t mind, right? I won’t be long.”

Octavia nodded and waved them to go.

Charlie noticed Cookie but didn’t say anything until they were in another room, that looked like an office.

“Dad, really? You got a cat?” She asked as Lucifer shut the door.

“Actually,” he got a hold of Cookie and held her out to Charlie. “This is your cat. Or should I say, Guardian Angel.”

Charlie looked slightly annoyed, “Dad really, I don’t nee-wait what?” She stopped and stared at both of them. “Guardian Angel? What do you mean?”

Lucifer held Cookie with one hand. “Um…well with your….mother gone, I asked for some…extra precautions to keep you safe. And asked the council for a guardian. So then they can be with you everywhere and you can be protected.”

Charlie didn’t say a word and just stared at Cookie. Not knowing what to say. But eventually she reached out her hands and Lucifer smiled and handed Charlie the cat angel. Charlie locked eyes with Cookie. Cookie, instinctively touched noses with Charlie and there was a moment where Cookie’s third eye open. They both frozen as Cookie’s two eyes closed and magic wrapped into Charlie’s mind. Cookie felt the link snap into place and she began learning everything about Charlie. Her wants, desires, needs, likes and dislikes. It only lasted a few seconds and Charlie nearly lost her grip to Cookie when Cookie opened her main eyes and closed her third.

Charlie shook her head. “What was that?” She had one hand on her head.

“I was just getting to know you.” Cookie answered.

Which had Charlie freeze for a moment and stare at the cat. “Did you just-”

“Hey, just because I am a cat, doesn’t me I sound like one!” Cookie snapped but then rolled her eyes. “Okay, I do, but I can talk.”

Charlie was in shock, her mouth was open and her eyes were wide.

Cookie started to purr, usually it helps. “Call me Cookie.” She smiled.

Charlie blinked a few times, she looked at her dad and he just shrugged with a smile. Charlie looked back at Cookie. “Well, I am Charlie Morningstar, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Now Charlie,” Lucifer put his arm around Charlie’s shoulder, “this little one will have to be a secret. Who knows what the demons out there will do if they find out an angel is living here. She does have some of my power I transferred to her, so she should be fine in the long run but it would be best to not let that slip. Alright?”

Charlie nodded. “I understand.”

“Good! Now I’ll let you go back to your room and I’ll see you for dinner?” Lucifer went to the door and opened it for her.

“Yeah,” Charlie moved Cookie to a better position to hold her, laying across her arm and petting her with her other hand, “I’ll see you at dinner.” She smiled at him and walked out of the room.

~~

They headed in different directions and Charlie walked to her room. Meeting up with her friend to meet her new one.

7 Years later…

Cookie stretched next to Charlie as she was fiddling with her phone sitting against the wall, her legs crossed. She had the call for her mother. Which had been missing for 7 years. Charlie would leave messages, hoping her mother would just answer for once. She hadn’t talked to her father for months.

When Charlie started the Happy Hotel, she sort of lost contact with her father. She hardly called him. She told him about her plans for the hotel and it seemed like he didn’t really support the idea. So, more or less they had a fall out. Cookie nuzzled Charlie’s knee, and Charlie got one hand and petted Cookies head.

Through the 7 years living in this horrible place, Cookie’s life hadn’t been too bad. She managed to get back into contact with her old friend, but she was busy with her work. So they barely talked. Still it was nice to get back in contact. Though she finally managed to let Charlie know about her background a bit. Once her friend, Octavia, left, Cookie explained that they were an intersex being and was a non-binary person. They really didn’t care what they were called and went with all pronouns. They also explained that to Lucifer later. With everything happening to them at that time, they didn’t worry about it. Besides, they didn’t really care what their pronouns were, he, she, they, it, they just didn’t care in the long run. They were technically both genders, which was very rare thing to happen. So, just whoever thought they were, they just stuck with it. If someone called them he, they would refer to them as a male, and same with female. Cookie also got a bit more braver, when protecting Charlie. They still didn’t like to resort to violence, but if someone laid a hand on Charlie, they weren’t afraid to scratch whoever. They always were with Charlie, on her shoulder mostly. They wrapped themselves around her neck like a scarf. So, sometimes people didn’t even know they were there. Which was a great way to stop others from hurting Charlie. They just came back from a news show, and picked up a client on the way back to the hotel. To say the meeting went bad was an understatement. Cookie also picked a fight with that news host, Killjoy. They did managed to get a few scratched on her. But in the end, Charlie was seen as a joke and Charlie was depressed about it. It had been rough these past few years since opening the hotel. Cookie tried their best to cheer her up and keep her going.

Charlie sighed, and pressed the call button. It went to voice mail, like always. As Charlie was speaking, Cookie heard some noises nearby. Like footsteps, but it was probably just some demon walking by. So they just pushed the worry aside. Charlie then slumped back on the ground and cried a bit. Cookie sat up and nuzzled her cheek. Charlie grabbed a hold of Cookie and held them. Cookie just purred to sooth her. They weren’t sure how long they sat there, but finally Charlie got up and just stared out to the city.

“Charlie,” Cookie jumped onto the railing, as Charlie was leaning on it. Watching her city. “Hey, I think you’re doing fine. Ignore that literal kill joy. She doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Everyone giving you a hard time, just doesn’t have hope.” Charlie didn’t respond and hid her face in her arms. Cookie bit her lip. And tried to think. She glanced at the clock tower where the countdown was for the next extermination day. 364 days left. Cookie stared up at the sky, seeing the heaven. Their claws flexed, scrapping the metal bars.

Cookie let out a long sigh. “Look, Charlie. I have a friend who might be able to get into contact with the leader of the exterminators. Maybe talking to them, you can tell your idea and get somewhere.”

Charlie didn’t say anything but looked at Cookie, with her eyes filled with tears. She sniffles and wiped her eyes. “You can do that?”

“I can’t guarantee anything, but she is popular in heaven so she might be able to get someone down here.” Cookie explained. “I’ll text her now actually. I think she’s free. But she will eventually respond when her human is asleep.”

Cookie had their phone appear and they texted their friend. There wasn’t an immediate response, so they just had their phone disappear again. They will hear it if they get a response.

Charlie sighed, with a smile, “Thank you. I am glad you believe in me.”

“Always.” Cookie grinned and jumped down from the railing. “Let’s get inside, I still find it weird it can get cold down here.”

Cookie really did believe in Charlie’s redemption idea. Though it has NEVER been proven, doesn’t make it impossible. One would think it would be too late, but if angels can fall, why can’t demons rise as an angel? Be able to reunite with family and friends. Cookie does believe people can change but only if they are willing to. Not everyone has the heart to change and become something better. Still, this was Hell, and most demons, if not all, were selfish and downright evil. Though most Hellborns weren’t that evil. Sure, they did bad things but they seemed to be in more control of their actions than Sinners. Hellborns could roam freely throughout Hell and lived like humans on Earth. Sinners, only lived in the Pride Ring. They were still ‘human’ but had their urges and was said to be hard to ignore them. Though Cookie has seen some Overlords, and they didn’t seem too bad. But they were more powerful so they must have more control than normal Sinners. Which was a hard task to do. Or else there would be Overlords everywhere. Still, it was a dangerous place, especially for a Princess. When Cookie is a bigger size, they tend to intimate everyone that dares comes near Charlie.

Charlie just let out a small giggle and they head inside. They went to the lobby, where Vaggie and Angel were. Vaggie was a ‘demon’ with her left eye taken out. Cookie knew from day one she was an exterminator, but obviously she was different, why else would she be here left behind and wounded. Angel Dust, was obviously not an actual angel, but some spider like demon. He walked on two legs and had three sets of arms. Though he mostly kept 2 sets out. Rarely using his third set. He had a blacken eye on his left eye. He also had a chest, that was made of fur which looked like he had boobs. He was also a porn star and the only resident in the hotel. They hotel wasn’t all that pleasant, but Cookie did their best to have the place cleaned with their magic. But it was still empty.

Charlie hugged herself and Cookie wish they could cheer her up. But they didn’t have time to think when the someone knocked at the door. Charlie was confused but headed to the front door, letting the others know she got it. Cookie followed, jumping onto her shoulder. She opened it and there stood a red demon, with antlers and a staff.

“Hell-“

Charlie shut the door and was confused for a moment. “Did…I just see that?”

Cookie just nodded and Charlie opened the door again.

“Lo!”

She shut the door again and turned around. “Uhhh hey Vaggie?”

“What?” Vaggie answered sounded slightly annoyed.

Charlie walked down to where they were sitting. Her face was in shock. “Um…the Radio Demon is at the front door?”

“What?!”

“Who?” Angel asked.

“Wait, that’s the Radio Demon?” Cookie asked and glanced back at the door. “I actually thought he would look like a radio like Vox is a TV.”

“What do I do?” Charlie asked.

“Well don’t let him in!” Vaggie told her.

Once the door opened again and the Radio Demon introduced himself and the journey that was set had changed.

Charlie hesitated and knew she had to answer.

#hazbin hotel #first story #charlie morningstar #alastor #vaggie #angel dust #helluva boss #fanfiction #hazbin husker #nifty #lucifer morningstar #sera hazbin hotel #random story #don't mind me #story #long post

[night-unfurls-its-splendour]

Susan Kay's 'Phantom' Read: Part I (Madeleine)

I'm gonna start by voicing a deep dislike and annoyance for the endorsements on the back.

"Adds new depth and perspective, moving well beyond the familiar bounds of the story..." -- Publisher's Weekly

... No, it doesn't. It offers ONE person's take while actively circumventing, contradicting and ignoring canon. You can't "add new perspective" to someone else's work by making up your own shit. This is nothing more or less than Fanfiction. And Fanfiction is by no means bad, but just because it follows the basic timeline outlined by the original author, that doesn't make it any more legitimate than any other transformative/derivative work just because it's in book form.

Even more aggravating is this, from School Library Journal:

"Phantom of the Opera fans no longer need to ponder what was in Erik's past, as Kay has created one for him in this deeply moving, poignant story . . . This sad, but beautiful, novel will be especially popular with [those] who have enjoyed the current musical."

I hate that this is actively encouraging readers to accept this dross as canon. "No need to draw your own conclusions, just ape off of this author!"

All of my above statements about how THIS IS VERY MUCH NOT CANON AND SHOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN CONFLATED WITH LEROUX CANON TO THE EXTENT THAT IT WAS stand.

Like whether you enjoy it or not, IT'S NOT CANON.

Anyway, onto 'Madeleine'

My first question is, did Kay name her this so that later, when Erik talks about marrying Christine at the Madeleine Church, she could point back to this and go "Haha! Mommy issues!"?

Now that's aside...

So, I actually liked the writing quite a bit. There are some decently witty phrases here and a few even made me chuckle.

I personally think she spent way more time than she needed to on Madeleine, who is, I won't mince words here, an OC. There's so many details I just don't want or need.

I will be honest, I think Kay did a good job capturing Erik’s troubling characteristics and applying them what he would perhaps have been like as a child.

My biggest problem is the Renesmee of it all.

I dislike the fact that infant Erik is portrayed as having a kind of consciousness. Of course, Madeleine is an unreliable narrator, so it could easily be that she simply projected an unnatural consciousness onto him out of fear, but I somehow doubt that this is what Kay was aiming for. The way she has Madeleine describe Erik as an infant seems to indicate that, from the moment he was born, he has understood himself to be afflicted and different, which I deeply dislike.

It has always seemed to me, that, whatever skills and gifts Erik employed, Leroux's point was that, under it all, he really was nothing more than a man; that, had he been treated with acceptance, he would not have been very different to any other man. No bizarre consciousness bestowed upon him as a curse on his mother for the sin of vanity made Erik into the haunting soul that he is.

And that really does seem to be the implication here, which is a problem for me. Its one thing to write Erik's mother regarding him as a punishment from God, its quite another to actually support that idea in the text by having him develop, not only intellectually, but physically, beyond the bounds of humanity. Crawling at six months, sure. Speaking at six months and walking at 9? No. Absolutely not. We're not doing this.

Even his deformity is treated as something supernatural (which is REALLY annoying, since we know that Leroux prided himself on even his outlandish writing choices being based in reality and accepted medical knowledge of the time. We KNOW he consulted doctors about potential diseases upon which he could base Erik’s disorder (which is likely either congenital syphilis, or Gunther Disease).

Erik became what he was because he was a child like any other and couldn't understand why he was denied the affection and attention he craved as a basic instinct, what nature dictates as natural; denied his first and most basic human right--a mother's love.

It's so much more meaningful and logical that hope should be drained from him gradually as his mother continually rejects the natural order; that he should gradually come to conclude that he is an exception to Nature's established rules, and this then is what drives Erik to build himself into something extraordinary, using the exceptionally favourable gifts he was granted by God and nature.

Now I've heard about what a bitch Madeleine is, but honestly she's not half as bad as what I was expecting (at least from her own narrative). That she takes the trouble to try and educate him herself is interesting to me, but also kind of silly. Kay grants child!Erik an intellect and developmental speed that is "Nothing short of preturnatural". If you're going to treat him like a supernaturally intelligent being then why spend so much real estate on his education?

I'm also not sold on the idea that canon!Erik's mother would ever have put that much effort into fostering his intellect.

But then in my head-canon, Erik's mother put it about that Erik died in the cradle shortly after his birth and kept him hidden for his entire childhood (which frankly, I think, is the more realistic scenario--but then I would, its my headcanon).

Also, you remember when I talked about Kay ignoring and contradicting canon?

Erik has "mis-matched eyes" in this book. That's from the musical. Also he's Christened a "Erik" here (his mother tells the priest to give the baby his own name). Erik isn't actually Erik's birth name in Leroux. It's a name he adopted "By chance" in his adult life.

Overall I found this whole section very tedious, but perhaps the most upsetting thing about it for me was this.

I was told that Erik's mother is a bitch (big surprise, we all knew that).

So I was expecting gross neglect, constant verbal abuse, physical abuse etc.

Well it was surprisingly light on all of that. In fact Madeleine is self-aware enough, with the help of another OC, her friend Marie (who is the only person in this book with any rights, imho) that she's lacking as a mother, and feels guilty about this.

She even ***Spoilers*** comes around to a point where she comes to terms with having Erik for a son... just in time for him to run away after his beloved dog gets killed by a mob of local boys.

What NO ONE MENTIONED and what I found just absolutely, insane, unnecessary, and repugnant, is the treatment of Erik's voice as being inherently sexual from birth.

This excerpt, from page 7, describing Madeleine's first experience of hearing Erik cry as a newborn, sets the tone for the first half of her narrative:

And then he cried! I have no words to describe the first sound of his voice and the extraordinary response it evoked in me. I had always considered the cry of a newborn to be utterly sexless--piercing, irritating, curiously unattractive. But his voice was a strange music that brought tears rushing to my eyes, strangely seducing my body so that my breasts ached with a primitive and overwhelming urge to hold him close.

And is followed by these little gems:

I had begun to be afraid of the manner in which his voice was manipulating me. It seemed evil somehow, almost . . . incestuous.

Whatever spiritual ecstasy Father Mansart derived from those throbbing notes, my response was utterly and unequivocally physical.

The words were for God; but the voice, the exquisite, irresistible voice was for me and it pulled like a magnet somewhere deep and unseen inside my body.

I find these so particularly repugnant because after a little while this fixation with Madeleine sexualizing her son's voice... just stops. It goes nowhere, and there's no real reason given for why it stops being a theme. I'm completely baffled and disturbed as to why this is in here at all, especially because Leroux describes Erik's voice in many ways (angelic, sweet, beautiful, pure, triumphant, powerful, sinister) but he never explicitly attributes sexual attraction to it, even from Christine's perspective. Christine is so viscerally transported by the beauty of his song because it is beautiful music and she's a freak for music, not because his voice's default setting is "automatic aphrodisiac".

Erik does seduce Christine with his voice, that's absolutely true, but only because that's what he intends it to do, not because that's just what it does on its own.

Masterpost

#phantom of the opera #poto #commentary on 'Phantom' #kaynon vs. canon

[twistedtummies2]

Super Beanfest, or Harps & Monsters - Part 1 (Commission)

My last, long-delayed commission from the February round. This is an interesting one, because of how it's going to work: once again, myself and the commissioner are going to attempt to do a multi-part comm, spread out over the course of several months/rounds of writing. The commissioner is @clouddreamer101, for a very long time, they and I have had an idea for a multi-part story for Twisted Wonderland. The story has two basic purposes: introducing their OC, Harmonia (based on the Golden Harp from "Mickey and the Beanstalk") in a proper piece of writing, and also shipping them with my big lad, Billy (based on Willie the Giant from the same cartoon). The two have been shipped together by us for a VERY long time, so it's nice to finally write a full and proper story getting that ship sailing.

Oh, there's also some stuff going on with the canon cast, for the record, with the main focus being Epel Felmier. Because why not? XD

This is the first part of the story, and I will write the other parts with the other commission rounds to come. On that note, if anyone from that next round is reading this, I will be contacting you all sometime within the coming week. In the meantime...some boring stuff...

Rating: T (for safety's sake, above all else)

Disclaimer: All characters and settings from Twisted Wonderland belong to Disney & Aniplex. Billy belongs to me, Harmonia belongs to the commissioner, and the other OCs who cameo in this section belong to either one of us or to another user from Tumblr who, for the time, shall remain anonymous. 

WARNING: This section does not contain any DIRECT kinks, aside from some macro/micro elements (if you even count those), but it DOES contain implied vore and other kinky implications. Later chapters shall be more overt, for the record; the rating may go up depending on how those future chapters work out, just for consistency's sake. In any case, DON'T LIKE? DON'T READ.

When will chapter two be done? Probably next month. Till then, keep your eyes peeled, boys and girls...and don't worry! More stories are on the way. ;)

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“Well! It looks like success at last!” “Shhh! Not so loud!” Deuce Spade clamped his mouth shut firmly and nodded at the hiss from Jack Howl. The pair were dressed in their Gym Uniforms for Night Raven College. In Jack’s arms, he carried an unfamiliar third party member: a small young man, with shiny blonde hair, and eyes the color of golden coins. He was dressed in a rather fancy-looking suit, as golden as his eyes and hair, with buttons that resembled musical notes. Jack adjusted his grip as he held the blonde youth bridal style; the wolfman blushed at the intimate position as he began to carefully walk off, carrying the golden boy with him. Deuce took up the rear; he was holding a pair of bean blasters in his hands. “Thank you,” whispered the young man with yellow hair, in a timid little voice. Jack just grunted noncommittally. “You’re welcome,” he grumbled, then smirked. “I guess even Royal Sword students can be helpful sometimes.” The RSA member in question smiled shyly. “Come on!” Deuce called out…then, remembering he wasn’t supposed to be so loud, dropped his voice to a whisper. “Come on, Epel! What are you waiting for?” Epel Felmier had paused at the rear. He was dressed much more extravagantly than his two fellow NRC classmates: garbed in a black beret and the red-white-and-orange getup of a Farmer uniform for Beanfest. The effeminate fellow looked upwards, biting his lip thoughtfully, large aqua blue eyes narrowed. Overhead, a towering figure loomed, snoring so loudly, the entire colosseum around the four shook to its foundations. The giant leaned back against the bleachers, hands folded over the upper curve of his big, fat belly, which rose and fell like a living hill over their heads. Epel’s focus, however, wasn’t on the titan’s face, nor on his gut: it was on the (extra extra extra extra) large leather boots the colossus wore. He saw that the looped ends of the laces were dangling low and long…and the feet were close together. A sly smirk crossed Epel’s face, and he crept closer to the giant, taking hold of the laces as he moved between the ogre’s feet. “What are you doing?!” the RSA student hissed in alarm, as Deuce and Jack watched with perplexed expressions. “Making doubly sure he won’t follow us,” Epel replied, and began to try and tangle the laces together into a knot. “I’m taking no chances. Just in case the big guy-” The snoring suddenly came to a short stop. Epel froze at the sound’s stoppage. He saw Jack, Deuce, and the RSA student all turn pale as a trio of sheets. “...M-Might wake up-EEK!” Epel cried out as the feet jerked to either side, and the laces he still held pulled him clear off the ground as he held them tightly in his hand, stretching him out. The tiny Pomefiore Poison Apple looked up… …And gulped nervously as he saw a pair of cold blue eyes glaring down angrily. The giant growled, snarling, revealing his rather sharp-looking, bone-crushing teeth…and a fat hand began to reach for Epel. Felmier gulped nervously, as the shadow of those greedy fingers overcame him. “...Oh, crab-apples…”

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Three Months Earlier…

“Pick up the pace, potatoes. Unlike that mangy cat in Savanaclaw, I like to be on time.” “Oh, oui-oui, Roi du Poison! We follow in your footsteps like carefree lambs!”

Epel Felmier rolled his eyes and repressed the urge to groan, as walked behind Rook Hunt and Vil Schoenheit. They, along with the rest of Pomefiore - and, in fact, the rest of the school - had been called into the Assembly Hall at Night Raven College. The auditorium was already packed, and more and more students were still pouring in, ushered by their Housewardens and Vices into the seats. Carefully but quickly, Epel found a seat of his own. It wasn’t too long till all of his dorm members were seated; Rook and Vil took the last two seats remaining, with the former immediately to his right, and the latter just beyond, each sitting straight and tall. Vil’s expression was one of cool, detached, business-like calm, while Rook wore his usual not-so-blithe smile. Epel looked around. He frowned in confusion as he scanned the faces - and, more importantly, the heights - of all the assembled students from Pomefiore. Someone, he quickly realized, was missing. “Pssst! Hey! Hey, Vil!” he whispered. Vil’s eyes slid towards Epel ominously, his expression showing a hint of stern disdain. Epel flinched and took a breath, realizing his mistake. “Um…e-excuse me, Housewarden.” “That’s better,” smirked Vil, and turned to look at Epel fully. “What is it, Epel?” “I don’t see Billy here with us. He’s pretty hard to miss,” the lavender haired young fellow explained. “So where’d he go?” Vil shrugged. “I’m not sure,” he admitted. “The Headmage called him to his office earlier today, and I have not seen him since. This was before he announced the Assembly.” “Not to worry, Monsieur Pommette!” Rook chuckled cheerily. “I’m sure Monsieur Geant will be quite alright!” Epel frowned, turning away from the pair thoughtfully. He wasn’t necessarily WORRIED about Billy: the shapeshifting ogre could easily take care of himself in many ways. If anything, Epel envied the big lug: he was somehow able to be both extra super manly and strangely adorable at the same time, a struggle the young Felmier was still going through. A small smirk crossed Epel’s face and he chuckled. He and the giant actually had quite a bit in common…but sheer size could not be one of those similarities. He wondered how Billy would have done in Savanaclaw… Shaking his head to clear it, Epel, straightened his posture (he’d caught Vil side-eyeing him again at his hunched seating arrangement), and tried to dismiss the matter. If Billy had gone to see Crowley, then he would probably arrive when the Headmage arrived. No need to be concerned, as Rook had said. It wasn’t too much longer till all were assembled. Finally, Dire Crowley - adjusting his gloves, top hat, and Venetian mask as he entered - stepped into the center of the auditorium stage. Using a simple voice-amplifying spell in place of a microphone, he walked up to the podium and gained the attention of the student body. All idle chatter ceased as the Headmage addressed them.

“Quiet! Quiet all! Listen, everyone! Can you all see me? Can you all hear me? Good,” nodded Crowley, when he was certain all eyes were on him. “Ahem…I’m sorry to have stopped classes so abruptly, but I have some major news, and given the…rather sudden nature of this news, I felt an immediate assembly was best called for. I’m sure all of you are aware of our annual Beanfest competition here on Sage’s Island, correct?” Mumbles and murmurs of recognition came from the students. Epel cocked his head curiously, wondering where this was going. Beanfest, of course, was an important occasion at Night Raven College: every year, the student body would be split into two teams - Farmers and Monsters - in remembrance of the legend of Happy Valley. The legend told the story of a daring farmer who rescued a magical Golden Harp from the clutches of a monstrous giant. Billy’s absence was now almost comical: he was a descendant of the ogre that had matched wits with the farmer those centuries long past. The size-shifting giant was very proud of his heritage, and got VERY excited over Beanfest. Epel shivered a bit, remembering how Billy had swallowed some farmers the last Beanfest, as a means of capturing them…watching the giant belch entire people out of his gut was not exactly a pleasant sight… In any case, however, Beanfest was still a few months away. Why was the Headmage bringing it up now? “Well! You’re all in for a special treat this year!” Crowley’s voice barked, as he clapped his hands together, a rather eager smirk on his dark lips as he spoke. “For this year’s Beanfest, we’ll be collaborating with our…esteemed rivals at Royal Sword Academy, for what their headmaster and I have decided to call… Crowley paused impressively, as if to build up suspense…then threw out his arms and cheered to the high heavens. “SUPER BEANFEST!” The chirp of a lonely cricket was the only sound that answered his booming cry. Crowley’s exuberant expression quickly cooled. He lowered his arms, looking rather embarrassed. Then a single hand shot up. “Um…Headmage?” “Yes, Mr. Spade?” Epel looked towards the hand as it lowered, to see a rather befuddled Deuce tilt his own head in confusion equal to Felmier’s own. “How is ‘Super Beanfest’ different from…well…normal Beanfest, I guess?” “Ah! I’m glad you asked!” answered Crowley, who sounded rather relieved that SOMEBODY cared enough to wonder. “That’s where the collaboration comes into play: instead of a contest between our own students, against each other, Super Beanfest will be a battle between the two schools. Now, things may be a bit confusing, so do pay attention: one student from Night Raven College has been pre-selected to act as a ‘Head Monster.’ Another student at RSA has also been pre-picked to play the role of the Golden Harp.” “Wait…the harp is actually going to be a person?” an anonymous student called.

“Correct!” Crowley crowed. “The goal of the Farmers will be to rescue the Golden Harp, as is usually the case, but this Harp will be another student instead of a simple prop. The Harp and the Head Monster will be stationed in a yet-to-be-disclosed location. Further rules about this matter will be explained in the future, but the important point to note is that the Head Monster must guard the Golden Harp, and the Harp must remain stationary inside the Head Monster’s ‘lair,’ unless accompanied by the Farmers.” “Interesting,” murmured a thoughtful voice. Epel wasn’t sure, but it sounded like the voice of Riddle Rosehearts. “So, our students will be taking the role of the Monsters to try and blockade Royal Sword’s students?” “Ah, this is where things get interesting,” said Crowley, waggling a finger and with a twinkle in his eye. “You see, my dear students…you WON’T be playing the Monsters, aside from the one Head Monster chosen. Instead, our school has been selected to play the Farmers.” “What?!” exclaimed several students at once. “We get to play the heroes saving the day?!” gasped Cater Diamond’s voice. “That’s totes cool! Ha, I’m gonna have to come up with some fun hashtags right away…!” “Please don’t,” groaned the irritated voice of Sebek Zigvolt. “When was this decided?” Vil demanded to know, his sudden call causing Epel to jump slightly in his seat. “When I lost the straw-pulling lottery to decide,” drawled Crowley, in a dry voice, with a drab look. He quickly brightened up again and went on, holding up his hands to placate the stirring students as he continued… “ANYWAY! On the date of the Event, a group of students will be selected at random to act as possible candidates for Team Captains, and the Head Monster and Golden Harp will select their respective Captains from the chosen pool. The Captains will create a general strategy at the start of the game, and lead whatever students they choose in the event: simple as that. The choice will be totally based on their decisions, and with our schools so separate, there should be no inherent bias on either side. Also, since this is the first Event of its kind - and as it has yet to be determined if there will be another like it in the future - the Headmaster of Royal Sword and I have agreed that all students will be permitted to participate. PERMITTED, but not required: if you wish to back out for any reason, you may.” “YES! THANK YOU, ZEUS!” came a voice that could only belong to Idia Shroud. Several people rolled their eyes, including Dire Crowly. “Anyway, All of Sage’s Island will be the battleground, and the teams will meet at specific ‘camps’ off the campuses on the island,” the Headmage went on, then shrugged nonchalantly. “Beyond all that, the rules are essentially the same. Farmers will take out Monsters using bean shooters, Monsters have to try and trap Farmers to keep them from getting the Golden Harp, and bits of gear and special uniforms will be scattered around the woods on the island for both teams to try and find. You all know the drill from there. So, are there any questions?” Epel immediately raised his hand. “Yes, Mr. Felmier?” Crowley pointed him out. “Excuse me, but you said you’d already picked who the Head Monster and the Golden Harp will be,” Epel commented. “So…who are they? Or is that confidential information at all?” “Not in the least,” chuckled Crowley. He seemed greatly amused as he grinned at Epel and the other students. “In fact, the Head Monster is someone you should know very well, Mr. Felmier. Someone everybody here should know! After all, even among our esteemed student body…” Crowley stepped aside from the podium, doffing his hat, as if introducing some grand circus act.

“...You could say he’s larger than life.” The instant those words left Crowley’s lips, Epel suddenly knew exactly who he meant. It all made sense. Why one certain person was missing from the Pomefiore group. Why they’d been called out of class earlier. And perhaps even why this Event had been arranged in the weird way it was. THUMP-A-THUMP-A-THUMP. Pounding footsteps seemed to rock the entire hall. Whispers and murmurs echoed through the assembly area. At the podium, a black and white tie was straightened somewhat nervously, and an indigo vest was adjusted as it clung desperately the sizeable, heaving mass of lard and muscle buried beneath the clean, constricting school uniform. Gapteeth were briefly visible as the absolutely gigantic figure at the podium - standing somewhere between seven and eight feet in height - took a breath and ran one huge, fat hand through their carrot-colored, crew-cut hair. Then, baby blue eyes sparkled as their expression became first a proud and challenging smirk…and then a beaming smile. “Hi there, Little Friends!” cheered Billy Geant, saluting everyone playfully. “I just wanna say one thing: don’t worry about when the big day comes. I promise…I won’t go easy on you.” Epel gulped. Beside him, Rook chuckled, cupping his chin as his eyes narrowed almost deviously. “Sacre bleu,” Hunt murmured. “This just got a bit more interesting…”

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Meanwhile, across the island, in the gilded halls of Royal Sword Academy, a lonely figure was walking through a seemingly empty corridor. The figure was a young man, just slightly below average height, though he seemed much smaller with the way he walked as he trudged through the palatial hallway. His slender, slim physique didn’t help much either; his thin framework bordered on the unhealthy in its leanness, making him seem even tinier than he really was. Ironically, the blue-and-white standard issue uniform of RSA he wore made him seem a little bulkier, in contrast. The young man sighed, brushing some stray strands of his blonde bangs away from his golden-hued eyes. In the corner of his left eye was a tiny birthmark; a similar beauty mark dotted his chin. He adjusted a small white hearing aid he wore in one ear, pausing in his dreary march to look upwards. As sunlight spilled through a stained glass window, it illuminated his soft, almost effete features, which gave him a somewhat androgynous appearance. “Why?” he groaned to the ceiling beyond, voice echoing slightly in the extravagant passage. “Just…just why?” “Why, you ask?” The young man let out a mousey squeak of alarm and looked around, rather startled, as a new voice seemed to croon into his ears. The voice seemed to come from nowhere, and yet everywhere. “Why is one of my favorite questions,” the voice continued to coo. “I’m also partial to ‘Who?’ and ‘Where?’ But ‘Why?’ It’s such a silly thing to ask…and that’s why I love it!” The blonde-haired boy sighed again, this time with some mild irritation. “I’m not in the mood for games right now, Che’Nya,” he grumbled, crossing his arms impatiently. “You-” PFBBBT! The young man eeped and spluttered as a tongue suddenly appeared out of thin air, blowing a raspberry into his face. He glared, huffishly, wiping the speckles of spittle from his cheeks one one sleeve as a disembodied grin, filled with sharp, pointed, pearly teeth, sliced its way inches from his face. “Spoilsport,” came a voice from the mouth, as a second pair of golden eyes popped into view a little over the grin’s crescent curve. “Come on, Harmonia! What’s biting your tail, huh?” Harmonia frowned and turned away. “Why should I tell you?” he mumbled. “You’re just going to tease me.” Che’Nya’s whole face - feline ears, purple hair, and all - appeared in thin air as he gasped with horror. “Me?! Tease someone when they’re on the brink of des-purr?” he punned, the disembodied catboy’s head circling around him. “What makes you think I’d do something like that?”

Harmonia just eyed the neko skeptically…then sighed and sat down on a nearby bench. “Just leave me alone,” he mumbled. Che’Nya’s expression faltered. He looked concerned…but only for a few seconds. The look gave way to a knowing sort of smirk, and the Cheshire Cat swirled into full view. He was dressed as he always was: in an oversized white uniform coat that hung loosely about his frame like an undone straitjacket, along with blue jeans dotted with badges and buttons. He sauntered over and sat beside Harmonia on the bench with a sort of brotherly smile. “Let me guess,” he purred. “You’re upset about Headmage Ambrose’s arrangement with NRC, aren’t you?” “I’m upset about being chosen to play the Golden Harp,” Harmonia replied, glumly. “Why?” Che’Nya asked, tilting his head curiously. “I thought you just said that was a silly question,” Harmonia retorted. “Oh, it is, but it’s also a fun one to answer,” grinned Che’Nya, and nudged him with his head, like a cat nuzzling and pawing at its master. “Come ooooon! Tell me! Tell me!” Harmonia half-heartedly pushed the Cheshire Cat back, and just grumbled, “Forget it. Go away.” “Awww, now that’s not very nice at all,” pouted Che’Nya. “Come on, lighten up! After all, you can’t very well protect Happy Valley if you aren’t happy, can ya?” “I’M NOT PROTECTING THAT PLACE!” Harmonia suddenly shouted, snapping angrily at the cat and leaping from the bench. Che’Nya jumped back, rather startled as the golden boy began to march away. “Just…I don’t want to hear anything else about Happy Valley, or Golden Harps, or…!” “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Turn down the juice!” Che’Nya exclaimed, and hurriedly moved to block Harmonia’s way. His own yellow eyes had become soulful and serious, a rare expression on the feline’s face. “Listen, I can tell when a person needs a listening ear. I’m the Cheshire Cat. I have all the answers…” He playfully tapped Harmonia’s nose, smiling anew. Harmonia squeaked and covered his snout, which made the cat grin wider. “...You just have to keep from getting confused. So go ahead. Lay it on me. If you don’t bite, I won’t.” Che’Nya’s grin made sure to show all his teeth on that last sentence. Harmonia bit his lip, squirming a bit…then sighed. “How much do you know about me?” he asked, timidly. Che’Nya shrugged and slung his arms behind his head lazily. “Nyaaa…I know a little,” he yawned. “Your family line is descended from the magic of the Golden Harp itself, and your Unique Magic comes from her power, passed down through generations, blah blah blah…guess your problem is you’re tired of being typecast?” “Something like that,” admitted Harmonia with a nod. He hugged himself and turned away. “It’s more than that, though. I’m…well…I’m scared.” “Scared?” meowed Che’Nya, raising an eyebrow. “Of what?” Harmonia looked up at him with anxiety in his eyes. “The whole reason they’re doing this Event is because of me. Well…me and one other student.” “Who?” Che’Nya asked, and then giggled. “I really do love that question. ‘Who.’ So many answers you can come up with, and most of them won’t be correct!”

Harmonia decided to ignore that random bit of weirdness, and simply went on. “Some other student at Night Raven,” he said, gravely. “And just as I’m descended from the Golden Harp…” “...They’re descended from the Giant.” Harmonia’s eyes widened. “You…you already know?” Che’Nya smiled oh-so-innocently. “I might have overheard the two Headmages talking to each other. Just a little bit,” he winked. “Then you should know why I’m scared already!” Harmonia said, exasperatedly, and began to tremble as he hugged himself tighter, rubbing at his own shoulders, as if he were experiencing a chill. “I’m descended from the harp, THE harp! And…and he’s descended from THE giant! It’s…it’s like putting a cat and a mouse in the same room, you know it’s not gonna end well!” “Well. That depends on if you’re the cat or the mouse,” smirked Che’Nya, licking his lips in emphasis. “What if he eats me?” whimpered Harmonia, ignoring the cat completely. “Or…or wh-what if he crushes me flat? What if I get stolen a-and taken away, l-like a trophy?” Che’Nya clucked his tongue. “What if, what if, what if?” he chanted in a nasally, mocking way. “Listen, Little Harmony, that’s one question I DON’T like. What’s gonna be is gonna be! There’s no need to get so worked up about it. It’s better to just decide to stop fighting it and go with the flow!” Harmonia scoffed. “Easy for you to say, you’re not the one at risk here. If there’s one thing my family drilled into me that I actually gave any care about, it’s that you can’t trust giants,” Harmonia replied. “They’re greedy monsters. They smell bad. Th-they eat people and smash them just for fun…” “Oh, so you’ve met them all, then?” Che’Nya grinned, almost tauntingly. Harmonia went silent. “Maybe this giant will be a monster, but maybe he won’t be,” Che’Nya went on. “You say you’re tired of people judging you just for being the Harp’s descendant? Well, how do you think he’d feel?” Che’Nya smiled with surprising kindness as he leaned down to Harmonia’s level. “Besides, it’s just a GAME, Little Harmony,” he mewed. “When it’s all over, you can come back home to school.” “Yeah, if I survive,” droned Harmonia sadly. “Gods, I feel like I’m a pawn on a chessboard. No, worse: I’m a chess king.”

“Nya? How is that worse than a pawn?” “Because the King doesn’t DO anything. That piece literally just exists to be captured so somebody else can win the game. The King can’t move very far in any direction and really SHOULDN’T move. It sounds important, but it’s…useless. That’s exactly how the rules have made me out to be.” “Hmmmm…purr-haps,” conceded the cat. “But there ARE still moves the King can make to help protect itself and win the game. As for pawns, they can become queens if they reach the end of the board.” Harmonia was silent, mulling that fact over. Che’Nya chuckled. “You know…in the legend of Happy Valley, the Golden Harp wasn’t completely helpless,” the kitty-boy recalled. “If I re-mew-mber correctly, she actually HELPED the farmers defeat the giant. They couldn’t have won without her. Maybe you should stop seeing your past as a curse, and use that legacy inside of you to your advantage.” The feline giggled. “Or maybe you can just sit nice and pretty and golden-goosey, and you’ll get by without aaaany problems! That works too, don’tcha think?” Harmonia looked Che’Nya up and down, as if he was trying to decide how serious the Cheshire Cat was. “I guess that’s fair,” he said at last, then gave a small sort of smile. “Maybe you have a point. And…well…it’s all decided already, and I’m the only one who CAN’T back out. It would defeat the whole purpose if I did. Might as well just…work with what I’ve got, right?” “That’s the spirit!” cheered Che’Nya, chucking Harmonia lightly in the shoulder with one fist, then smirked wickedly. “And besides, getting eaten by a giant wouldn’t be THAT bad for you, would it now?” Harmonia turned a little paler, and a slightly hysterical, nervous little laughed left him. “HA HA HA HA, you’re funny. No. Just…just no. Please, disappear now,” he groused. Che’Nya laughed loudly.

“You got it! I’m good at that!” he sang out. “After all, it’s what Cheshire Cats do best…” As he began to swirl away, bit by bit, Che’Nya arched an eyebrow sneakily and added: “What do you think Golden Harps do best, hm?” Before Harmonia could answer, Che’Nya had vanished into the ether. He looked around, as if to make sure the cat wasn’t still watching him…then sighed softly. “I guess I’ll need to find out,” he mumbled, and walked away. He held himself a little taller, trying to boost his own self-confidence. All the same, he still felt dreadfully nervous inside.

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The day of the Super Beanfest competition came. Epel Felmier was dressed in his gym uniform, as was standard. The schools had arranged a rendezvous point, midway between the two campuses in the woods. This was where the Captains Pools would meet, and the Head Monster and Golden Harp would make their selections. Epel was the first of the Farmer Captains Pool to arrive. Not necessarily by choice, admittedly: the young farmboy (wasn’t THAT a coincidental background) had found sleep difficult, and had woken early partially as a result. He was seated upon a boulder, looking up at the early morning sky through the gaps in the trees above. The Pomefiore student breathed deeply, allowing his eyes to slide closed. The smell of the trees, and all the rustic odors of nature around him - particularly of the sweet berries and other fruits he could detect somewhere in the green woods - reminded him so much of home…but the faint scent of the sea breeze, wafting through the bushes and brambles from the beach beyond, gave it a sort of ethereal quality one could not find in Harveston. Epel had come to enjoy it here, in the forest…which gave him some confidence he sorely needed. Epel breathed out heavily; not quite a sigh, but very close. He wished he could say the Captains Pool for his school had been chosen with strategic brilliance, and that he’d been elected as an option due to practical reasons of belief in his abilities…but that wasn’t the case at all. The same method that had been used to decide which school would be the Farmers and which school would be the Monsters (minus Billy and the Golden Harp) had been used to determine the Captains. Epel had just been lucky to be chosen. This, Felmier reflected, shouldn’t have bothered him too much: if there was one thing a certain sledding match had taught him, it was that he had the makings of a leader, and he’d always been one to challenge other authorities to begin with. But truth be told…he was worried. This was different, in his mind. There was a lot more riding on something like this. If he got picked, he’d have the pressure of not just a small team of people, but an entire school, heaped upon his shoulders. And if he didn’t get picked, then it would honestly be a bit saddening; he couldn’t help but feel such a choice would mean he wasn’t perceived as fit for the role, and he was very tired of being judged so simply. Either way, he couldn’t win. “Excuse me!” came a voice. “Are you from Night Raven College?”

Epel opened his eyes, and looked to see who had spoken. His eyes widened in surprise at the rather peculiar figure he saw striding towards him: it was a young man, about the same age as himself, but standing a little bit taller. The young man had blonde hair and curious golden eyes, which looked like the yolks of two expertly-cooked eggs in a sea of milky white. The fellow youth wore a hearing aid, but this wasn’t what made him seem odd: it was the very bizarre costume he wore, which was a rather fancy, somewhat old-fashioned-looking suit colored almost entirely in sparkling, glittering gold. The buttons on the coat and vest were made to resemble musical notes, and the cuffs and the trousers remind Epel of the bars on a sheet of music. Topped off with high-heeled (but still fairly masculine-designed) shoes, the newcomer cut was certainly a spectacle to behold. Epel blinked a few times, feeling he might go blind…then awkwardly nodded. “Uh…yeah,” he greeted, slowly. “Howdy-I mean, hello. My name’s Epel. Lemme guess: you’re the Golden Harp?” The newcomer smiled shyly. His timid demeanor didn’t quite match his over-glitzy costume. “Yeah, pretty obvious, isn’t it?” he chuckled, indicating his outfit. “Can’t deny that,” Epel said, with a smile that was slightly forced. He couldn’t help but admit he felt a little surge of bitter apprehension surge inside of his heart: to say that Royal Sword Academy and Night Raven College were rivals was often putting it mildly. The two schools were arch-enemies, and many NRC students would have leapt at the chance to quite literally pounce on the newcomer just for a lark. Epel had faced a few defeats against the rival school in the past, and wasn’t particularly happy to see the leading figure of the opposing team - the one who’d be choosing a Captain from his pool - so suddenly and alone. The newcomer didn’t seem to notice. He smiled in a friendly way and held out a hand. “I’m Harmonia,” he greeted. “Harmonia A’Cappella. It’s nice to meet you.” “Mutual,” Epel lied, as he shook Harmonia’s hand. The descendant of the harp smiled a bit wider, then tilted his head. “Hold on…I think I’ve seen you somewhere before,” he murmured…then his eyes widened. “Wait a bit! Were you in the VDC Championship? The one where Neige competed?” Epel narrowed his eyes and nodded. “Yes,” he replied. “I was one of the lead performers.” He braced himself for what Harmonia would say next; he expected some show of pithy pity or perhaps even a bit of boasting…something about how he shouldn’t feel bad, because he did good, too, even though Neige and his posse were SO good… “Wow!” Harmonia laughed. “It’s such an honor to meet you! I’m so sorry, by the way, you guys were ROBBED that year. Seriously.” Epel gaped. “...Wh-what?”

“Don’t get me wrong: Neige is a cool guy. I’m in his dorm at RSA,” said Harmonia, and rubbed the back of his head with a light laugh. “But, uh…I’m sorry, that children’s song over what YOU guys did? That’s just INSANE. You guys had so much STYLE! So much POWER in your voices! There was so much skill and so much emotion, and the song itself? That just…wow, that honestly really hit me in a good place. Right here.” Harmonia patted his chest in emphasis, giving a sympathetic smile. “You guys should have won. Not us. I’m seriously sorry the judges didn’t take your side.” Epel blinked a few times…then his smile started to become more genuine as a hint of pink colored his cheeks. “I mean…well…thank you! It honestly means a lot to hear you say that,” chuckled Epel, then smirked. “I’d expect the Golden Harp to know a thing or two about music.” Harmonia shrugged. “Well, I do, but it’s not necessarily just for those reasons. Honestly, I’m more experienced with classical stuff,” he sighed, sounding a bit disappointed as he sat down in the grass nearby. “I’d like to change that sometime. You’re so lucky, by the way.” “I am?” “Dude. You got to work with VIL. FRICKIN’. SCHOENHEIT. Do you know what I’d give to even meet him for two seconds?” gushed Harmonia, and smiled in a sentimental way, looking askance. “He and Neige…they both helped me in a time when I really needed it…” “Funny. The Housewarden never mentioned helping someone like you,” Epel remarked. “Oh, not personally. I mean…listening to their music, watching their movies. They inspired me. They made me want to-wait. Did you say HOUSEWARDEN?!” “Yes!” giggled Epel, enjoying the look of utter spellbound awe on Harmonia’s face. “He’s the leader of my dorm. That’s one of the reasons I took part in that contest.” Harmonia just stared. He was filled with admiration, his expression one of purest wonder. “Wow,” he whispered again, and laughed softly. “I’m a little jealous. You were so great onstage, too! It must have been fun.” “That’s, uh…one word for it,” Epel chuckled nervously, remembering the horrors of Vil’s Overblot behind the scenes. “I have to admit, one nice thing was that it was public: meant no one could make the mistake of thinking I’m a girl ever again, if they saw it live or on TV.” “Psh. Yeah, I can sympathize with that,” snorted Harmonia, and gestured to his own face. “I don’t get misgendered TOO often, but it’s annoying when it happens.” Epel’s smiled had become a real grin. He was quickly starting to feel he liked this RSA student. “Are you excited for the competition?” he asked. Harmonia’s smile faded, and he looked away. “Honestly, I’m…really, REALLY scared of meeting the Head Monster,” he answered, nervously, fingers fiddling around each other.

“I guess I would be, too, if I were you,” nodded Epel, then scooted closer with an assuring smile. “Billy is actually in my dorm, too, you know.” “Billy?” blinked Harmonia. “The Giant’s name is…Billy?” “Yeah, why?” “I dunno, just…I expected a giant to have a name like ‘Rothbart the Terrible’ or ‘Redjac the Ravenous,’ not just…um…Billy.” Epel snickered. “His name’s not the only thing that will surprise you,” he said with a merry twinkle in his blue eyes. “Trust me, you’ll be fine. But, uh…can I give you some advice?” “Huh? Oh, um…s-sure, what’s that?” “Whatever you do, do NOT piss him off,” Epel warned. “Keep on good terms with him, and you have nothing to fear.” Harmonia let out a very, VERY nervous laugh. “R-right, uh…ha ha ha…n-no pressure…” In his mind, the mantra of I am so dead, I am so dead, I am so dead kept repeating itself. “Well now!” a voice called out. “This is a surprise! And here we thought you were running late!” The voice was addressing Epel, who turned about, recognizing it. It was Dire Crowley, who was leading a group of NRC students - the rest of the Captains Pool - into the woodlands. The other options for potential Captains, courtesy of the random raffle, were Vil, Deuce, Jack, Riddle, Sebek, and Cater, who approached in that same order. Vil seemed mildly impressed (which, with him, could be taken as the highest form of praise), while the rest mostly seemed astonished to see Epel so far ahead of them. “Well, I wanted to be bright and early,” chuckled Epel in greeting, and helped Harmonia stand up as he went to greet his fellow classmates. “Hmph. And who is this human?” Sebek huffed, haughtily, crossing his arms and sticking his nose up, while the rest eyed the golden-garbed figure with curiosity. “This is Harmonia A’Cappella,” Epel introduced his new acquaintance. “He’s the Descendant of the Golden Harp, and he’ll be choosing one of us as the Farmer Captain. Right, Harmonia?” “R-Right,” stuttered Harmonia, and approached the group somewhat nervously. “It’s, ah…it’s nice to meet you all.” Jack and Sebek grunted, noncommittally. Each eyed the RSA student with a sort of dubious interest. It was clear that each of them was focusing on him as an opponent rather than as an ally, at the moment. The others, however, were thankfully more openly welcoming. “A pleasure, I’m sure,” Riddle greeted, politely, and held out a hand, which Harmonia shook firmly. Riddle smiled. “A decent grip there. I approve.” “Don’t think we’ll go easy on you, no matter which of us you choose,” Deuce piped up with a bold smirk. “We’re gonna save you no matter what!” Harmonia and Epel shared a look; the way Deuce said that made it sound like he was planning to punch the Harp in the face rather than rescue him. “Uh…well…thank you, I think?” Harmonia replied. “That’s such a cool costume!” Cater suddenly exclaimed. “Oh, you have GOT to let me get a picture of it! It’s so totally cammable! Can I? Please?” Harmonia, a bit overwhelmed, stammered out an agreement…and a few moments later was blinking camera flash out of his eyes as Cater snapped a hurried selfie.

“Awesome!” squealed Cater, eagerly tapping at his phone. “HashtagGonnaSaveThisLittleDude! HashtagGoingForTheGold! HashtagSuperBeanfest! Aaaand…send!” The other NRC members all rolled their eyes at Cater Diamond’s antics. By now, Harmonia had recovered, and was standing before Vil. For a moment, he just stood there, clearly unsure of what to say. Vil arched an eyebrow impatiently. “Well?” was all he said. “Speak up, golden potato. I can tell you’re busting at the seams, with the way you’re shaking.” Harmonia needed all his willpower not to immediately burst into an explosive squeal of joy. He knew that would never do. “I, um…I just wanted to say, I…I’m a REALLY big fan of yours, Mr. Schoenheit,” he said, timidly, and held out his hand. “You have absolutely no idea what an honor it is to meet you in person. Um…I-I hope you win. F-For my sake, I mean! Heh heh…yeah…” Vil blinked twice…then smiled, slightly superciliously, and returned the handshake. “It’s always a pleasure to meet a fan,” he said, honestly. “If things go well for our team, when the competition is over, perhaps you’d like an autograph?” Harmonia was astonished and delighted. His eyes sparkled like the Sun. “Oh! Oh, y-yes, sir! That…that would be AMAZING, thank you, sir!” “We’ll see then,” nodded Schoenheit, then gripped Harmonia’s hand more tightly and leaned forward, his smile somewhat sinister. “However, right now we ARE in a competition. I think it would be wise for both of us to keep our heads in the game. Don’t you?” “Ah! Oh, y-yes! Yes, that’s true! Um…thank you again, Mr. Schoenheit. Sir.” Vil chuckled softly, and released Harmonia’s hand. “You’re welcome,” he said, serenely but sincerely. Harmonia was still beaming with joy as he stepped back. While these introductions had been going on, Dire Crowley had been busy checking his pocket watch. “Well,” the Headmage of Night Raven spoke up. “The other team should be arriving shortly, as well as our Head Monster.” “Correction, Headmage Crowley!” called a somewhat creaky sort of voice. “The other team has arrived!” Harmonia and the Night Raven crew looked to see a group of students approaching from the opposite side of the woodland clearing. The expressions on all of the Night Raven students’ faces turned a bit cold as they saw the blue robes of Ambrose LXIII - headmaster of Royal Sword - and the similarly-hued gym uniforms that were worn by the students following close behind him. A few of the newcomers were familiar to the NRC students already: one was a young fellow in a green beret, who hovered over the rest of the RSA Captains Pool with a cocksure smile on his face. Sebek quickly recognized him as Matthew Satyr, who had bedeviled the NRC crew during the Scavenger’s Hunt competition. Another familiar figure was Neige LeBlanche, who waved cheerfully at Vil as he all but skipped forward. Vil responded with a cold sort of smile and a curt nod.

Others, however, were less well-known. One was a strapping youth with dark-toned skin, and long, somewhat shaggy, curly hair. A pin that resembled a sunflower was stuck into said hair, and from beneath the moppish top sprouted two curled horns and a pair of pointed animal ears. His mouth was filled with sharp teeth. His hands ended in long white gloves, which tapered at the fingertips, as if to conceal claws. These were barely visible as he crossed his arms and snorted like a buffalo; his demeanor was a perfect match to that of Howl and Zigvolt. Another had curious, pinkish skin, and brick-colored hair that was tied back into a long ponytail. He, too, had horns: they were colored sky blue, and resembled those of a Long. He had pointed ears, and carried a long, golden-tipped staff in one hand. His smile was boyish and slightly mischievous, a sort of sneaky gleam in his deep brown eyes. The other two appeared to be good friends, given how they stood very close to one another. One had a somewhat dopey, blithe sort of smile on his face, contrasted by blue-gray eyes the color of steel. His hair was a sort of honey-blonde shade, and his body was plump and soft in form. The RSA member who stood a little behind him, as if hiding shyly from the rest of the assembled people, had black hair that matched his dark eyes. His expression was somewhat dour, and a small bandage stretched across the bridge of his nose; another was visible curled around one of his fingers. Along with his gym uniform, he wore a sort of fanciful hood, which resembled the ears of a donkey. “I count six possible Captains here, Ambrose,” sniffed Crowley, somewhat snootily. “Where is your seventh? Or do you intend to volunteer yourself?” “Hardly,” chortled Ambrose, with a jolly smile. “I assure you, my seventh option IS present.” “Oh?” piped up Riddle Rosehearts. “Then where has he gone, sir?” Riddle stiffened as a familiar giggle entered his ear, and he felt a long, fluffy tail suddenly sweep across his front, curling about from somewhere behind him. “Gone?” purred a voice. “I’m not gone. Or then again, purr-haps I AM gone. Yet I’m still here! Curiouser and curiouser, wouldn’t you say?” The tail swept up, tickling Riddle’s nose and making him sneeze. As Riddle staggered in surprise, the tail vanished…then reappeared on a tree branch above everyone’s head. The body of Che’Nya soon apparated into view. Unlike all the other RSA members, he was dressed in his usual clothes, rather than a gym uniform. He was licking the back of one hand, like a cat grooming their paw…but stopped, twitching one pink-furred ear when he saw the looks everyone flashed his way. “Sorryyyyy!” he sang out, teasingly, sticking out his tongue and winking at Riddle, who gave him a flustered glare. “I could NOT resist!”

Some of the RSA members sniggered, while Riddle just grumbled under his breath. Cater shook his head wearily while Deuce rolled his eyes. “You all know him, clearly,” chuckled Ambrose, then gestured to the rest of the students with him. “Not to mention Mr. Satyr and Mr. LeBlanche. As for the rest, allow me to introduce Qiao Zhou, Paisley Burr, and Ivo DePrece. All that’s missing is our Head Monster,” Ambrose observed. “Then we can begin the selection. He IS on his way, isn’t he, Headmage Crowley?” “Of course!” harrumphed the Headmaster of Night Raven, and looked towards Vil. “You did tell him the time to meet us, didn’t you?” “I did,” Vil confirmed. “And Billy rarely disappoints me. Anymore.” “I g-guess that’s good to hear,” Harmonia spoke up. “So, um…in that case, how soon till he-?” He was cut off with a yelp when, suddenly, the earth beneath all their feet seemed to shake. Then it happened again…and again…and again. A sound accompanied each quake: THUMP-A-THUMP-A-THUMP! All of the NRC students smirked. They knew that sound. The RSA students, meanwhile, began to mill about in alarm: Qiao Zhou dropped into a battle-ready pose, holding his staff with a determined glare. Matthew Satyr, similarly, grabbed hold of his dueling rod, which he had brought with him. Paisley blinked and stumbled back a bit, eyes rather wide, while Neige yelped and held onto his hat, letting a startled squeak of “Jiminy Christmas…!” Only Ivo and Che’Nya seemed thoroughly unfazed: the Cheshire Cat was grooming himself and didn’t even appear to notice. Ivo, meanwhile, just gave a dull, almost bored, slow blink as he remained standing behind Paisley. Harmonia seemed the most frightened of all. He knew these were the footsteps of the giant he’d been warned of all his life: the descendant of the nightmare his family had once faced many decades ago. Already, his mind began to conjure up hideous images of what kind of horrendous beast could be approaching. He trembled, and even began to pray silently, as his heart beat quickened with every step…until, finally… CRASH! Two trees were pushed aside, and a mountainous figure stepped into view, looming over all as his shadow fell across them. Gasps of amazement came from the RSA students. Harmonia felt his heart catch in his throat, as he saw a giant pair of boots, covering feet the size of a couple of boats. His eyes trailed upwards, and he saw a truly tremendous body, covered up by the purple-and-green camouflage of a Monster uniform. Wide hips and thighs thicker than any tree trunk transitioned to a belly bigger than anything the Golden Harp had imagined. Muscles could be detected beneath the burly arms’ sheaths of blubber, and a barrel chest rested at the top of the diaphragm. Harmonia felt himself start to whimper, as he continued to look up, up, up…and into the giant’s face… …And at that point, his expression shifted, as he saw round, soft cheeks, a pair of bright, baby-blue eyes, carrot colored hair…and a happy-go-lucky gap-toothed smile. “Hello down there!” the giant called happily. “Sorry I’m late, little friends! Had trouble getting my pants on, heh…anyway, I can’t wait to play with you all! This is gonna be so much fun!” Harmonia gulped nervously. As those sweet, happy words and a surprisingly childish giggle filled the air, all he could think of was one thing. Oh, sweet Gods…he’s adorable.

“Mr. A’Cappella,” Crowley piped up, waving one hand between Harmonia and Billy respectively. “Allow me to introduce Billy Geant: Night Raven’s resident giant, and descendant of the Monster of Happy Valley. Mr. Geant? Meet Mr. A’Cappella.” Billy nodded, and smiled down at A’Cappella brightly. “Hi, Mr. A’Cappella!” he bellowed, and knelt down, holding out a single finger towards him. “Nice to meetcha! You can just call me Billy!” Harmonia froze up as that hand swept down towards him. He paused, looking Billy up and down carefully. The ogre was even larger than he had imagined, and he could practically feel gravity’s draw on his body. He glanced towards the giant’s belly, which sagged low and heavy, spilling over and across the titan’s thigh from its obesity. He shivered a bit, and then held out one comparatively puny hand, and shook the tip of Billy’s fat finger. The skin was warm. Soft. Clean. For some reason, that surprised Harmonia: with the way his family described giants, he’d imagined the the skin to be hard as stone, callused, horribly sweaty, or unpleasantly leathery in texture. He hadn’t expected it to be so…nice. “Th-the feeling’s…mutual,” he said, and smiled a tiny bit. “And, uh…just call me Harmonia, okay?” “Okay, Ammonia!” Snickers suddenly erupted from several people. Vil facepalmed. Harmonia blushed. “N-No, uh…it’s Harmonia.” “...Harmonica?” “Close! Close, um…say it with me slowly, okay? Har-mo-ni-a.” Billy nodded slowly, knitting his brow, focusing REALLY hard as he repeated: “Har-mo-ni-a…Harmonia!” “That’s it!” grinned the harp boy with a giggle. “See? You can do it if you try.” Billy blushed and giggled a bit. “Thanks, uh…H-Harmonia,” he said gratefully. Harmonia smiled wider, as he saw the big behemoth scratch the back of his huge head in embarrassment. He would have been lying if he said that he didn’t feel some trepidation, still, but…the giant didn’t SEEM ill-natured. If anything, he seemed…sweet, and even all that hugeness was starting to seem more cuddly than intensely intimidating. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

“Good morning, Housewarden!” Billy cheered, giving a respectful nod to Vil, and then a mock salute to Epel. “And hello, Epel!” “You seem excited this morning,” Epel smiled, somewhat teasingly. “Why wouldn’t I be?” Billy laughed in response. “Don’t expect us to be any less competitive, just because we’re part of the same dorm,” Vil said, warningly, crossing his arms with a smirk. “I expect you to do your best today, Billy. I shall be doing the same.” Billy smirked back. “Oh, trust me,” he said, and licked his lips none-too-subtly. “I’m not going easy on anyone. I promised you all that from the start.” “If the niceties are out of the way,” chuckled the voice of Headmage Ambrose, “I think it’s time we get this game underway. Don’t you, Headmage Crowley?” “Indeed!” boomed Dire Crowley. “So! Mr. Geant, you shall be first: who from this pool…” He tipped his hat in the direction of the RSA team. “...Will you pick for the Monster Captain?” Billy’s giant head swung around on his shoulders. It tilted slightly as he blinked his very large, baby blue eyes at the seven students from Royal Sword. Matthew and Qiao puffed out their chests with pride…then noticed each other, frowned, and tried to nudge one another aside, like a couple of schoolboys vying for attention. Paisley smiled in a dopey, dumb way and gave a little cheery wave (Billy waved back), while Ivo just blinked in a slow, drab way. As for Adam, he gave a smirk and flexed one arm, showing off the firm biceps beneath his gym suit, while Neige gave a friendly smile and a bow. Che’Nya just swirled into view on top of a nearby log. He smirked, rolled his eyes, and yawned, nonchalantly watching a butterfly go by. Billy immediately pointed a finger towards Che’Nya. “This one,” he smiled. “I want him!” Riddle blanched and sucked in air in a sound of shock, startling everyone else. Only Che’Nya and Billy seemed not to notice. The giant was beaming, and the Cheshire Cat looked astonished. “Me-ow?” he responded, pointing to himself, wide-eyed and surprised. “Yuh-huh!” Billy nodded enthusiastically, and looked toward the two headmages. “I want the pink kitty!” “Interesting choice,” murmured Ambrose, sounding intrigued. “Why would you choose Mr. Alchemivich, eh?” questioned Crowley. Billy blinked. He looked between Che’Nya and the Headmages, as if he seriously couldn’t get why they would even ask that question. His response was slow and measured, as if he were explaining to children… “Pink. Kitty. Do I need another reason?”

Harmonia had to bite his knuckle to keep from squealing with laughter. Qiao, Matthew, and Adam all huffed in disappointment, while Paisley, Ivo, and Neige offered congratulations to the Cheshire Cat. Every single student at Night Raven flushed with embarrassment. Several of them seemed to become very interested in their shoes, all of a sudden. Riddle’s expression still bordered on the mortified. “Yes…well…ahem!” coughed Crowley, who seemed equally flummoxed. “A very…unorthodox method, Mr. Geant. We’ll see how it serves your fellow students in the competition.” “Thank you, Headmage…I think,” chuckled Billy, scratching his pink cheek. “Now, Mr. A’Cappella,” Ambrose LXIII spoke up, stroking his white beard. “Would you be so kind as to choose your team captain from the Night Raven side?” Harmonia’s smile faded, and he turned serious. Tossing some of his golden bangs out of his similarly golden eyes, he looked towards the seven NRC members. He had to admit…this wasn’t an easy choice to make. Naturally, he had a bias towards Vil Schoenheit: a celebrity, an entrepreneur, a Housewarden…he had ample credentials. Then again, he knew that Riddle Rosehearts was a Housewarden as well; he’d seen him on television in the Magift competition. Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, and Sebek Zigvolt all seemed strong and hardy; Harmonia got the feeling none of them would be brilliant strategists, but they certainly had physical fitness on their side. And then there was Cater Diamond…who was snapping selfies of himself, winking and sticking out his tongue… …Yeah, Harmonia dismissed him immediately. But that still left six other candidates who could work out well… The golden boy’s eyes finally fell towards Epel. Small. Effeminate. Almost doe-like in appearance, with somewhat untidy lavender hair, and a light sort of voice. A smile painted Harmonia’s face, and he pointed to his choice. “I elect Epel Felmier for the Farmer Team Captain.” The other Night Raven students seemed utterly floored…except for Cater, who laughed and clapped Epel on the back with a cheer of, “WOO-HOO! HashtagCongratulations!” “M-Me?” Epel gasped, seemingly just as surprised. “Why me?” Harmonia shrugged in response, with a gentle sort of smile. “I’ve only known you for a couple of minutes, but I somehow feel the two of us are kindred spirits. Not only that, but you have strength and experiences that I’ve never gotten to enjoy. If I were to be in charge of a team, I’d hope to have a leader like you.” He extended a hand to Felmier. “I have faith that you and your friends will save me.” Epel blushed…but then a confident smile crossed his face. He shook Harmonia’s hand firmly and nodded. “You can count on me.” “I hope so,” chuckled Harmonia. “And so the choices are made!” Ambrose declared, clapping his hands together with a smile. “The game can finally commence!”

“Indeed,” nodded Crowley, and addressed both teams. “Both sides will be led to their respective main camps, where the participating students are gathered. The Head Monster will bring the Golden Harp to the Colosseum. The Captains shall be given fifteen minutes to select their aids and devise a strategy. In exactly a half hour, the hunt for the Golden Harp will begin. Myself and Headmage Ambrose will now lead our students to their headquarters.”

The two Headmages, having announced this, shook hands with each other (Crowley’s smile was extremely forced, Ambrose’s less so), and then marched off, leading their teams away. Epel cast a brief glance back at Harmonia and Billy before hastening off. Harmonia and Billy watched as the rest soon disappeared into the woods. The former gave a nod to Che’Nya, who smiled back and winked, giving a salute before swishing his tail as he swaggered off with the other RSA members. “Bye-bye, little friends!” Billy sang, waving farewell to all of the students…then looked down at Harmonia. Harmonia, in turn, looked up at the giant. They were now completely alone. Just the two of them. The Monster and the Harp. Nervous, anxious, fluttering feelings flitted about in Harmonia’s chest as he suddenly realized his vulnerable state. There were no Headmages, nor even other students, here to try and help. From this point on, his life was quite literally in the hands of the ogre. For a moment, he worried that now would be when the proverbial shoe would drop: when the titan would suddenly go from seemingly sweet and tender to showing his fangs (either literally, figuratively, or both). But instead, Billy just smiled down at him with a happy “little” look on his face, blinking his big blue eyes curiously. “So,” the giant said at last. “Are you ready to go?” “G-Go?” peeped Harmonia, backing up a step. Billy giggled and tossed his head indicatively. “To the Colosseum! That’s where you and I have to stay while I’m guarding you! Part of the game, right?” “Oh! Oh, r-right, um…s-sure, I…I’m ready to go when…when you are-EEP!” Harmonia flinched as a huge hand - larger than his whole body - suddenly swept down again, and stretched palm open before him. He looked between the fat hand and Billy’s face, as Geant smiled in a playful, exuberant way that showed the gap between his teeth. “Come on then!” Billy cheered. “It’s okay, little friend. I won’t hurt you! I’ll be super-duper careful, mega promise!” He crossed his heart with his free hand and added, “Giant’s Honor!” Harmonia nearly retorted that he didn’t know giants HAD honor…but already, he felt that would be a cruel and unjust response. He could tell saying such a thing would have hurt Billy’s feelings, and…well…somehow, he already knew that hurting Billy’s feelings wasn’t something he wanted to do. So - with the caution one might use when trying to defuse a bomb - Harmonia stepped up onto the soft, slightly springy-feeling surface of the giant’s plump palm. He sat down and braced himself as, a moment later, Billy rose back to his full height, carrying Harmonia up, up, up off the ground. The Golden Harp willed himself not to look down, as he could already feel his stomach flip from the change in air pressure and the feeling of gravity shifting beneath him. Billy smiled and cocked his head as he looked at the little one in the palm of his hand. He had to bite his lip to keep from squeeing. “Awww…you’re ADORABLE!” he cooed, unable to hold in his excitement, a blush painting his face, as he lifted his other hand, pointing one finger at Harmonia. “You’re so little, and you have such a cute little outfit…I wish I had a cool golden outfit like that! You look awesome!” Harmonia felt a little breathless as he nudged the finger away, not wanting to be poked, and barely managed to eep out a sincere but somewhat scared, “Th-thank you.” “You’re welcome!” grinned Billy, and cocked his head the other way. The action reminded Harmonia so much of a curious puppy, it was kind of hilarious. “Comfy there, little friend?” “M-More or less…” “Then let’s get moving,” Billy nodded. “Hold on tight, and don’t worry: I won’t let you go.” Under the circumstances, Harmonia felt there was a certain irony to those words…but he decided not to comment on it. Instead, he just sat quietly, as Billy began to march through the woods, his giant footsteps shaking the forest around them as he tromped in the direction of the Colosseum. The games had begun.

To Be Continued in Part Two…

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[felice-jaganshi]

His Pet

Alastor X OC

Chapter 12

(Both covers for the song i had in mind for this chapter. 1. 2. )

Zariah entered Alastor's bedroom behind him and as soon as the door was locked, she hugged him from behind and poured healing energy into him. He felt her warmth filling his tired, broken bones and mending them.

“Ah, my clever little fox. Such a good pet you are.” His voice was filled with relief, as the constant throbbing pain began to cease. 

“I got you Al.” She smiled softly, happy to be of help.

He gently peeled her off of him when he was all better, “Alright, that's enough.” 

She frowned as she let him go, “Aw, okay.”

He chuckled, “I'd like to change out of my blood soaked clothes, that's all darling.” He then stepped away to his wardrobe. He chose a more relaxed outfit, then used magic and shadows to change instantly. “There we are, much better.”

He then raised a hand and music began to play on the radio in his room. “Come dance with me, my pet. You've earned a treat yourself.”

“Oh… but I don't know how to dance.” She blushed, tails twisting together behind herself in nervousness. “I'm afraid I'll step on your feet.”

He smiled fondly, “Do you trust me?” She silently nodded. “Then just take my hand, darling. I'll teach you.”

Zariah stepped forward and took his hand. “We'll start slow, something simple.” He guided her through the motions of a basic slow dance, using his magic to correct and guide her seamlessly. He hummed along to the melody of the song, it was something soft and jazzy. 

 

“When marimba rhythms start to play

Dance with me, make me sway

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more.”

Zariah blushed again, oh no, there go the butterflies in her gut again! And she knew this song too! She decided to join in and sing the next verse.

 

“Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

When we dance, you have a way with me

Stay with me, sway with me.” 

 

Alastor was surprised by her singing along, but he grinned wide, he was fond of her voice. So they sang the chorus together and switched off each verse as they sang and danced together. 

After the song came to a close, he held her to his chest, “My dear pet, you are just full of surprises. The more I learn of you, the more fun you are to have around. A lovely little stress reliever, as any good pet should be.” 

She laughed at his choice of words, “If anyone else called me that, I'd think they were trying to seduce me! You gotta watch that wording Al, especially when you're using your deeper voice like that. Someone might think you've got less than pure intentions.”

 

He laughed along with her, “Oh dear, I suppose you're right! I didn't think that could be interpreted that way. Yet you did? Hm, spending so much time with Angel must be rotting your brain to degeneracy. How unfortunate.” 

“Oh no, I've always been great at making the raunchiest jokes of all my friends. If I wanted, I could probably even make Dusty blush!” She sounded so proud of this.

 

“Hm, well, now that would be an accomplishment.” He then sighed, “I think I may be due for a nap, my dear. Would you like to join me?”

“Sure! I'd love an excuse to hold you for longer.”

He led her over to his bed and laid down, letting her snuggle into his chest before he began petting her hair.

She reached a hand up to pet his head as well, and he allowed it for the briefest moment until she touched one of his ears. Then he caught her wrist gently, “Ah ah, my dear. Not the ears.” He didn't explain, but his cheeks had a slight flush to them.

“Oh, sorry. Can I pet the rest of your head if I'm careful? I used to give my mom head massages after work when I was little, she always said I was very good at it.”

“Oh? Maybe another time. You two must have had a very good relationship then… Tell me, do you ever miss her?” He placed her hand back on his chest before releasing her wrist.

“Yeah, sometimes. Even into my adult life, I'd visit her every chance I got after I'd moved out.”

“So.. you said before you'd visit my mother? How often?” He decided it was time to address this.

“She and my mom are neighbors in heaven actually, so I'd visit them both at the same time. Funny little coincidence that our mom's are friends and hang out! Last time I visited, they were both taking pottery classes…. They're probably wondering why I haven't visited in a while…” She frowned.

“Ah, dear… that is a problem…” He looked troubled by this news.

 

“If I find a way to visit heaven, would you like me to say anything to your mom? Anything you'd want me to bring her?” She kept her voice soft and ran a hand along his upper arm. He held her tighter.

“You plan to go back to heaven?” He wouldn't allow it. She was his.

“Not to stay, more like breaking in to let my mom know I still love her, but I'm going to be away for a while. Make up a lie about being on a secret mission for heaven or something.” She hugged back tight too. “I'll never leave you, Al. You're my special person now. I love you, and I'll say it as many times as it takes for you to believe me.”

He sighed, “Very well, my pet… if you do manage to find a way into heaven, tell her I love her still and think of her everyday. I… do not feel the need to lie to her about why I am here. She will either love me as always, or reject me as heaven did for my sins. It is her right to make that decision and I don't wish to take that from her.” He went back to petting Zariah's hair.

#hazbin hotel #alastor's pet #alastor x oc #ace alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #aroace alastor #platonic alastor x reader

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hey thank you for the links! They are working. Werewolf Sykes is sooo cool. And, I love dark fic so I thought the drabble was awesome. Pulling a gun on his s/o? Yeah. He would. His gentle, quiet, dangerous voice...👌👌

I had a dark thought, too. Warning for dub-con. If your family happened to owe Sykes a debt...imagine him demanding you as part of his payment. Promising them that the amount they owe will be reduced if they hand you over. He'll say you'll be working for him, helping with accounting and bookkeeping, that your services will take some of the weight off his shoulders...they can't see any other option but to accept.

He walks to you to his car, whispering silkily into your ear not to worry, all your needs will be taken care of. One of his big, warm hands on the small of your back as you climb into the back seat. Just a hint of a threat in his voice and his imposing size sending a shiver through you. You soon find out that the services he mentioned aren't exactly what you were expecting ;)

That's it. 😁 You must have some Toon Patrol asks then. 😁 I like the Weasels too, Wheezy being my fav. What else do you have asks for? It's ok if you don't want to share- I am just very curious. I have a feeling I'm going to like it here!

WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH oh my gosh.

This. This, this, this!!! There's nothing to add, its just- Ughhh, good stuff 👌 XD

Accounting 😏 and Book Keeping 🥰 I see.

And- yes!! I have lots of Toon Patrol asks! ^^ There is some other stuff sprinkled in as well though. Ooh you like Wheezy?? Sameeee XD He is so chill and in control 😏 While also being an unpredictable addict, which is very interesting XD

Here's the list!: (Apart from the OC stuff, the audience for which is basically @marinerainbow and I XD )

Doc and Sheriff from Cars x Reader x Chick Hicks. I AM SO FUCKING EXCITED TO WRITE THIS. I NEED TO SIT MY ASS DOWN AND ENJOY IT, I DUNNO WHY I KEEP PUSHING IT BACK!! @marinerainbow g i f t e d this ask to me, suggesting a reader who's so flirty with Doc and the Sheriff, because she likes them so much <3<3 , but who's getting nowhere with them because she's younger and they're gentlemen who would never 'take advantage' of her- when Chick comes into the picture and starts coming onto reader (He has no problem with the age gap 😅🤣). And she kinda has a moment, like... well, I'm not getting anywhere with the men I w a n t- so I might as well give this guy, who actually w a n t s m e, a chance! Right?? And then suddenly Doc and Sheriff are jealous XD

Another of her gift asks to me as a Professor fucking Callahan one where he treats Student!Menstruating!Reader better then all the other students XDD I c a n n o t believe I haven't written this yet. I guess I just feel guilty writing so much Cal (and Jim and Cruella and Otis- my f/os) 😅😅 The audience is real niche for them 😅😅😅

Horror Villains sorted by Love Language

A few Spotify Wrapped Prompts I still havent done 😅😰 (Maleficent, Psycho Weasel, Greasy Weasel, Inkubus, Clayton, and the Horned King).

Rufus Firefly thoughts! x2

@marinerainbow 's Slasher!Toon Patrol AU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! x2

Lady Tremaine and Madame Medusa thinking about reader while they're... self caring~ 😏 XD

Which Disney Villains would be up for a threesome with reader?? And with w h i c h other Disney Villains would they be happy to do it with? 😏😏😏

Ex!Freddy Krueger x Reader who's with someone else now but cant stop thinking about him. (God fucking damn him, right?? XD ) I actually have written this, but I made it r e a l self indulgent and the other guys is d e f i n e t l y Jim Bickerman (I mean- I didn't use his name- But I alluded to it XD Reader kinda goes 'J- ' and stops just in time XD ). So i have to rewrite it and make it a bit more ambiguous XD

Pervy Villains (Beetlejuice, Chucky, Freddy, Greasy, Hades (or Jafar. I'm thinking of swapping them), and Offenderman) reacting to noticing reader having a wet dream ~~~

#i hope you do like it here!! ^^ you seem lovely and we're happy to have you!! ^^ 💛💛💛

[finniestoncrane]

Hi!!!!!!!! Firstly I want to say, sorry I've been so dead my brain has been doing not so good but gosh I'm so happy for you!!!! This is such a big milestone and this event is the cutest fucking thing are you kidding me

But anyway!

I'd like to dine in tonight please! Just a water and question mark nuggies for tonight annnnnnndddd I'll take seared broccoli and guacamole to keep it green 💚

- E.F.

dano!riddler x gn!reader, word count: 350 content (warnings): oof emotional and cruel eddie with a gentle and understanding reader (who is basically just your oc oops) the kitchen is now closed! 🔞minors dni🔞 • masterlist • kofi link • tag: finnie1500 (to follow or to block) a/n: aaaaah effy you don't have to apologise, i hope this cheers you up a bit! 💚

Stepping back from Eddie's hunched figure, you wrapped your arms around yourself. He wasn't usually this difficult to soothe, it wasn't like him to shrug you off, to push you away. He had his moments, but he was always keen to let you bring him out of them.

"Everyone needs their moment to wallow though."

You repeated it to yourself once more, trying to decide what the next steps would be. If Eddie was in one of his moods, there was no telling the damage he might do to himself, or to others.

"I need space! I need space to work. I've always had space, always had silence and solitude. You've come in here and you've... you've stolen it!"

With a swipe of his arm, Eddie brushed his notebooks and papers off the desk.

"I hate this. I hate this city. I hate the people in it. I hate you."

Tears threatened to fall, the telling stinging in your eyes causing you to blink rapidly, to try and force them back. You knew him. You knew this was an emotional reaction to something else, lashing out because he had no idea what else to do. It didn't mean that it hurt less, though. Or that you had to tolerate it. You did the best you could for Eddie, and you'd be there to comfort him again when he was past this. But for now, it seemed like he wanted, or needed, to be alone.

"Eddie. Whenever you're feeling better, I'll come back. I know you're upset. I know you don't mean that. I love you."

You placed your hand on his shoulder, stroking across the fabric of his shirt with your thumb as you waited for him to say something, an apology, anything. When you were met with complete silence, you placed a soft kiss to the top of his head and turned around, finding yourself suddenly held in place by his gentle grip.

"Please... don't leave... it's all... it's too much alone..."

You could hear his muffled sobbing against your chest as you held him in a tight embrace, hear his apologies through the whimpers. You knew him well enough to know he would stop eventually.

#finnie writes #finnie1500

[boltwrites]

Hiiii love that you write for Cal! Could you do one where Cal and the reader (f) grew up together in the order, they really like each other, but thats obviously against the code. Then during order 66 they get separated and assume the other is dead. Then years later during the events of Jedi Fallen Order they run into each other again and admit their feeling then smut

A/N: this was a very detailed prompt! because there was so much going on (and i got a little carried away), there is no smut here. if you would like to request something else related to this specific y/n (an extension of this way too long post, the previously requested smut, etc), please send an ask! (also don't mind the fact that I managed to sneak my oc into this shhhh)

You've known Cal since you were both initiates - before you even became padawans and knew who your masters were

Being an initiate was always a little scary, especially since you didn't know if you would be chosen as a padawan, or else you could be sent to work elsewhere in the Order

You really didn't want that, because soon after you met Cal, you became close friends. You both did very well in your animal husbandry classes, and you bonded over being two of the few padawans who weren't scared of the non-sentient reptiles that Master Yoda challenged you all to handle

As young initiates who just became best friends, you and Cal did basically everything together - you always ate lunch next to each other, and you tried to help each other with your training as best as you could. Cal was always more in-tune with the Force than you were - but you were better with the initiate lightsaber training.

You were there for Cal when he was sensing some of his first Force echoes, and they weren't always happy ones

One particularly horrible experience was when you and Cal were tasked with cleaning up in the archives after the padawans had some sort of study session. You and Cal were racing to gather as many datapads and artifacts as you could, and had inadvertently strayed from where you were supposed to be cleaning, into an area where the Jedi masters usually studied

Cal ended up touching some Sith artifact, and he basically collapsed. It was terrifying seeing him like that, and you cried as you held him, until Master Jocasta came to help

As you both got older, you both became padawans. You were kind of surprised that Master Tapal would choose Cal as a padawan - Cal wasn't a troublemaker by any means, but he was always full of joy and made a bunch of jokes. He was always laughing and running around, and Master Tapal seemed so... serious

Your own master, a human called Master Andar, had specifically chosen you because of your talent with combat. She wasn't nearly as serious as Master Tapal, and because your masters weren't really friends...

You didn't get to hang out with Cal as much as padawans. You were often off-world on missions, being with a combat-specialized master

And then the Clone Wars happened

You had a lot of responsibility thrust on you all at once. You didn't have much time to think about your initiate friend, except when you desperately wanted someone your own age to talk to, to cry to. Everything about being a commander was so stressful, especially when you were only thirteen. Your own master didn't understand - she was so much older and more experienced. You wished your friend was there to talk to you

The last time you saw Cal was for a brief meditative leave on Coruscant. You hadn't seen him in over a year, at least. You didn't even see him before he called your name and almost tackled you in a tight hug

Of course, his master immediately chastised him, and he pulled away with an embarrassed blush. It was then that you realized just how much he had changed. You blushed too, but for a different reason - Cal was cute! You had no idea!

Your meditative leave was mostly spent with him. It was a little difficult to hide your crush, but your master had taught you about these things. They pass easily if you let them, and they're just because you're young. It was just difficult when Cal was laughing and smiling all the time, and when he shared some of the fruit he got for lunch with you

You didn't see him again after that for a long, long time. Only a few months after that last meeting, Order 66 was initiated. You were lucky - you and your master had been sent on a diplomatic mission. Your master had taken on the actual diplomatic task of protecting the senator and his court, and you were allowed to spend some time relaxing on the garden world he was from

Your survival wasn't without strife - you were left without your master, unsure if she managed to survive or not, with the detail of clones she had left with to complete her mission. You were truly alone, and it was hard for you to comprehend

For the longest time, you didn't even know what happened. You heard that the Jedi had betrayed the senate, but it wasn't until you finally met members of the rebellion that you realized exactly what had happened to the Jedi

In the time in-between, you had just tried to survive. Because everyone hated the Jedi, you hid yourself and changed your name. To you, your master had left you, your Order had abandoned you - there was no use associating with them. You probably even contemplated throwing away your lightsaber too, but it was just too sentimental for you to go through with it

You spent most of your time in a small farming village, doing your best to live your simple life on the garden world where you were stranded. That was, until you started to hear about what the Empire was doing. Your own village wasn't affected, but you couldn't ignore that injustice, even if you had severed yourself from your Jedi identity

You and a few other young people from your village became involved with the rebellion. Although they were far too militant for your tastes, you wanted to contribute. Your connection to the force had diminished, but your aim with a blaster was still impeccable, and with what little connection you had, you were still formidable in hand-to-hand combat

You soon joined the other partisans and Saw Gerrera on Kashyyyk

Where you were reunited with a familiar face

Cal didn't recognize you at first. Hell, if it wasn't for everyone saying his name (and maybe also that hair), you probably wouldn't have recognized him either. His hair was wild and unkept, he was with a crew of rebels you had never met, and most of all he was alive. He was safe

This time, you were the one that screamed his name and ran towards him. You had no idea if he recognized you - it had been over five years and you were both so much older

But his face immediately lit up when you called his name. He called yours out in return, almost incredulous. When you finally broke through the sea of partisans and threw yourself at him, he caught you easily in his arms and held you so tight you thought your ribs might break

#cal kestis x reader #cal kestis x you #star wars x reader #mine #asks #anon

[unfiltered-angst]

I see lots a ppl makin wk ocs so I might as well chip in and wonder: What if Zach got an ACTUAL villain lackey like everyone else?

Well then everyone, I’d like u to meet.

RILEY RAMES!!

Not just the overworked and chronically tired Executive Assistant at Varmitech Industries, but also Zach’s best friend since high school (And also secret lover)

Here’s some fast facts bout the tbh guy ever!!

-Extremely anxious, chronically sleep deprived, jumpy, and soft-spoken (Most of the time hehe) 

-As mentioned before, SERIOUS codependency issues since he was little. 

-Works at Varmitech Industries as the overworked executive assistant, been in this position since the age of 17 

-Around Zach's age

-He actually planned on becoming a computer scientist before meeting Zach and changing his career to help him out. 

-Basically Zach's best friend since high school and a bit of a lover to him 

-This relationship is NOT one sided as Zach also does love Riley just as much, it's just that his hatred for the Wild Kratts overpowers his love for Riley. 

-Because of this, it's really difficult for Riley to get some alone time with Zach, or to talk with him and have him NOT mention the Kratt Crew 

-This has also led to some animosity towards the brothers, as in Riley's mind, they're the reason Zach is like this and why he can't have him completely, and from what he's heard, are Zach's bullies. 

-He doesn't HATE nature, he's just horribly afraid of it and thinks the world would be better off if society and nature never interacted and stay separated

-He thinks what the bros are fighting for is a worthless battle 

-Headcanoned Voice: Ghost from My Pride

Notable Quotes!!:

"You.. You two were mean to Zach all his life. I, I don't like you." 

"Please don't look to me for advice, I'm a follower, not a leader." 

"Uhhhh, did I do something wrong..? Again?" 

"Humans and nature cause too many issues when they coexist, I don't want to see anyone get hurt anymore."

#ang5t art #wild kratts #wild kratts oc #zach varmitech #riley rames wk #Gotta love a codepedent mess of an assistant! #Basically Zach's foil and only TRUE ally at the same time

[dustmint]

Random doodles of my Tgs oc bc yes

Below the read more basically a rant with a bunch of info abt him

(Also if you were that one person who saw one of the two times i accidentally published this I am very sorry)

First of all, Basic info about him

It's name is Michael Pepper, he's around 20 years old, he's agender and aroace (Because I can, He also uses He/It and ocasionally They for reasons I will later give) He used to be a lab experiment (I dont know if that's the word) and he would be a crypto biologist

So, before he joined The Society he worked/helped a guy (neutral) called Dr Indigo Lief (another alternate version of an oc! I sure have a lot of these guys) with their experiments after the person who used to work with them died, the person who died and Indigo used to work trying to make potions but with Michael they basically studied different types of creatures and animals, things like that but they also experimented on Michael

A bunch of this experiments left Michael with things like the flowers (They are a part of it and can't be cut off) Its eyes and hands being like that (He has better vision than most and if he touches any plants with his hands then they wilt/die) In the last experiment they did, Indigo basically injected Michael with a "parasite" (They didn't tell Michael what it was just said 'Its better if you don't know')

Now, one thing about Indigo is that they're a shapeshifter and was interested in "Hey, what would happen if I basically made part of myself into a liquid, then mixed it with a bunch of stuff and injected it into a person? wouldn't that be crazy?" and that was what they injected Michael with, and then some days later they dissapeared

Michael then just decided to say "Fuck this" (It should have said that way before this) and decided to join The Society

Onto the more Tgs related stuff

Michael immediately upon joining was basically interrogated by Jekyll who was somewhat very concerned about what was going on with all that stuff, Michael told him some of the stuff and Jekyll offered to do a check up on him but Michael just said no, he doesn't have a good relationship with doctors and it would not trust Jekyll that much

He would have joined a bit before Jasper, As some of the doodles say, it usually prefers to just listen to people rather than talk so he would get along well with some of the more talkative lodgers but also in my mind it would get along well with Ito, Majaibi, Sinnet and also Flowers, also in my mind pretty much all of the lodgers know some basic info about what happened to it because whenever one of them asked Michael would just say "Don't let people experiment on you" or something like that

Also he is definitely very much permanently banned from Bird and Archers Lab because of the plants dying when it touches them

Whenever Jasper arrives Michael definitely would try and befriend him, I think it would be one of the few times that Michael would actively try to make friends with someone because it doesn't like most people but Michael would be excited to try and talk to someone who would be interested and know similar stuff just like him who wouldn't try to experiment on him

Also, with the Frankenstein stuff, I think he would be a part of the 'Easygoing' lodgers who went along with Frankenstein because everyone else did or wouldn't really care about her

Some last stuff, Indigo dissapeared because they're now is basically inside of Michael, Most of the time they just exist inside their mind while not doing anything, just sort of watching Michael live its life, Some rare days they can go out and try to do their own stuff for a few days before they have to go back (Even if they are a lot shorter than before because of not having all of them) (Also, in that time they decided to help The Society and be one of their patrons) The rest of the time they can sort of possess Michael's body

One of the main differences between Possessed Michael and Normal Michael are that while being possessed, their eyes change from having a black sclera and off-white/pastel pink irises to an indigo sclera and golden irises, their hair becomes more red-ish, and also the air around them when possessed has a lot of static because of some stuff with Indigo (that I wont explain because that would mean getting into the Indigo lore and if I do that this end up way more long than it already is) and because of that their hair does that thing where it goes up, and they don't have to touch plants to make them die, just be near them

And that's all :D! That ended up being kinda long but that's pretty much all of it, im pretty sure I forgot some things but I'll leave it at that

#the glass scientists #tgs jekyll #tgs jasper #they are there #tgs oc #oc art #Michael Pepper #im gonna make him a tag since I'll probably end up posting about his original version some day and maybe more about him in general #Dr Indigo Lief #and also that bitch i hate them and love them a lot and they are also technically there #I am so attached to this oc I have him since a lot of time and it's definitely one of my favourites #if i ever say that I don't have any favourite ocs its a lie Michael will always be one of my favourites it's just that it #yes #again very sorry to that person who saw one of the two old posts about this guy (neutral) #also sorry for the long post I have a lot to say about my ocs🧍 #i am normal about my ocs even if they are alternate versions #dustmint draws

[submissiveking99]

Hey guys! So... Bit of a nerd talk time where I go about one of my less used muses, I guess

And probably one most people don't expect me to have, I guess.

Or at least, the franchise related to them. Yeah , I'm talking about Power Rangers. Because I be a big ass nerd, and new issues of the comic have come out reminding me of an old post I made a while ago.

So, ever since 2016, we have had an ongoing series of Power Rangers comics done by BOOM! Studios and they are great. Amazing even. Over 150 issues over all, when you combine every run and spin off and such. And outside a few writing hiccups... They've been glorious.

So, one thing the comics have always had and been amazing with.... Are OC Ranger designs

And we've had a lot.

So I thought I'd go through them a bit to show them off and talk about them

So first off... We have their first original Ranger, Lord Drakkon

This suitbis glorious. Lord Drakkon as a character is an evil future version of Tommy Oliver, one who fused the powers of the Green Dragon coin and the White Tiger. And the fusion of their designs works oh so wonderfully well~!

And also, yes. They did make a live action version of the suit. And yes, JDF did wear it, for a live action trailer for the Shattered Grid event that really showed off Drakkon and how dangerous he was

In his world he defeated the Rangers and ruled his world. Killing Billy and stole their powers, seperating the powers across his army to make... Well a literal army of rangers. But not gonna go into them because they are just armoured variants of ranger suits

However Drakkon did evolve three times over the Shattered Grid event

Evolution 1 adding the powers of the Samurai Dangers and (if I remember correctly) the Black Dino Thunder ranger to his form.

And the samurai style real fits.

But following this came....

Evolution II. Using the Zero Powers and several other mophers. The black overtaking everything else just looks so gorgeous, like the corruption of the rangers powers seeping through his very body

Until finally....

Oh what can I SAY about this suit?!

The black, grey, gold and red colour scheme being so beautiful?!

The badass cape?!

The evolved armour and subtle detailing?!

10/10!

Delicious~!

But beyond him.... We have my muse

Ranger Slayer

While most of you who see my Muses sees the Pink MMPR Ranger, Kimberly, you are mostly right

But only mostly. She is only an option for her

Because my muse is ACTUALLY the Ranger Slayer!

An alternative version of Kim, from Drakkon's world. Won't go into too much detail because she's gonna get a solo post. Long story short, she was mind controlled into being Drakkon's assassin. And time travel/multiverse shinanigans, she was freed

But for now.... Look at this DESIGN~!

The white/ black inverse, along black the focus colour, and so much more

Oooh~!!!

Also the extra armour to mimick hear worn by actual archers?

Amazing!

Also... Something about the coloured palms does it for me, lol

Portable part of why I like the Pokémon Salazzel, hehe.

But yeah, Ranger Slayer also further evolved when she eventually returning to her home world. While not a power up, she did her a redesigned suit to show she was now the queen of the world with Drakkon gone

This one, I'm not a big fan of. But I love the slight phoenix motif it has

It really works

That's also not the only power up/alternate power set Kim had in the comics

Introducing... The All-New Power Rangers!

Okay, so, long story short. These are basically budget powers that Kim made. Set after she left in season 3, she had enough of a connection to make boarderline bootleg powers to help save her family from a fish man invasion in France

Because of their almost fake nature, and their powers being drawn from Kim, all the rangers have a very 'street' look, as well as some pink

And I love it, again!

Like, it isn't my favourite, but... It works.

It's a cool 'street level' redesign, if that makes sense

....

And I realise I have no space for any more posts

Damn it!

Looks like I have to do a second post.

Drat

Well, I'll quickly go over one last design.

This one is MUCH newer. Like, three issues ago.

The Zed Ranger

Zedd and the rangers where forced to team up not too long ago, and Zedd hard that as a chance to steal the Rangers tech. Making himself a Morpher for an emergency

An emergency like when Rita returns, super charged, and almost kills him. Leading to a three way war between him, the Rangers and Rita

And do I have to EXPLAIN why this is awesome, from a story or design aspect?!

I'll see you guys next time.

Fuuuck this is badass!!!!

See ya in part 2

Part 2: here

Part 3: here

#nerd talks #mun talks

[saiilorstars]

Ch. 34: All Bets on Deck

Fandom: Harry Potter (Hogwarts years 1-7) Pairing: Draco x OFC

taglist: @ocappreciationtag @arrthurpendragon @anotherunreadblog  @maaaaarveeeeel @stareyedplanet @foxesandmagic @kmc1989

​​​​Story Masterlist // Romina’s Masterlist

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If you’d like to be a part of this OC’s work/edits, let me know!

By the end of the first month of summer, Romina was happier than ever. She had continued visiting her grandparents, getting to know them and everyone else and even staying with them for a whole week! The relationship between her "new' family and her aunt and uncle was alright for the time being — she was truly just working on her relationships. She thought she deserved it and that the problems between the adults was something either they would figure out on their own or simply a bridge for her to cross later.

She found herself doing a lot more than she ever had for any summer. When she wasn't with her family, she was taking violin lessons again. Arden had managed to convince their teacher to allow Romina to continue taking classes with her. They even managed to claw their way into one little dance class here and there.

It was hard deciding when she should tell her friends about her new discovery. She was actually surprised that Draco hadn't yet said anything. She knew the moment that the truth was out, she would for sure have Daphne asking her a million questions about it.

The first people she told were Arden and Harry, obviously. They were neighbors and before magic and Hogwarts, it had always been them. So, on one fine hot day they went to their favorite place to hang out (the ice cream parlor) and she told them everything.

"Woah, talk about family secrets..." Arden leaned back in her chair, eyes slightly wide with surprise. Beside her, Harry was silently taking it in as well.

Romina sat across from them at the table, no longer interested in her dessert. She was anxious to hear their reactions. "I was going to tell you, honest," she said when a few minutes had passed by and neither one had said anything. "I just didn't know how to do it."

"It's fine, Rom," Harry said with a light shrug of his shoulders. "I mean, it's nice that you found more family."

"Oh yeah, it is!" Arden agreed with him. "It's just really shocking. Definitely didn't expect Rolf to be your cousin. A couple of us honestly thought he might have a crush on your or something."

Romina rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I've heard. It's ridiculous that a boy can't be nice to a girl solely for friendship, you know."

"It's so cool, though," Arden said quickly, not wanting to get stuck on that topic. It wasn't even her who thought about it in the first place. "Your grandmother's a designer and your grandfather's a magizoologist and they're both war heroes. It's so cool!"

"I honestly don't even care about that stuff. It's just nice to have grandparents," Romina said, her cheeks flushed. It was still so surreal getting to call them 'grandma' and 'grandpa'. "I have aunts and uncles and a cousin. Oh, and we're going to have another cousin soon! It's so nice!"

"If you're happy, we're happy," Harry told her. "And since you're in a way better mood these days, have you thought about Ron's invitation?"

"Ron's invitation?" Arden made a face. "To what?"

"The World Cup," said Harry eagerly. "Ron says it's the biggest event for Quidditch and he's got some extra tickets. You're both invited!"

"Oh, that," Arden remembered it well and shook her head. "Yeah, no thanks. But I'll bet happy feet over there would love to go."

Romina waved her off with a hand. "I'm not the biggest quidditch fan but if Hermione's going then sure. She'll need some girl allies. I'm sure my aunt and uncle will let me. They're kind of teetering right now on how to raise me. It's so funny."

"What?" Harry looked at her oddly. Romina chuckled.

"They're so guilty they're basically letting me do whatever I want right now. If I was evil, I could have so much fun with that. But, alas, I'm keeping my morals."

Arden snorted. "Yeah, and yet you still got them to let you go to Diagon Alley this weekend. They would never let you go on your own."

"Daphne made the invite, I just checked 'yes'. And you're going, right?"

Arden shrugged. "Yeah, it should be good since Pansy won't be coming. Thank God."

Romina agreed there. She didn't feel like dealing with Pansy these days when she was so happy with everything else. "Harry, I'd invite you but, uh..."

Harry was already shaking his head. "And see Malfoy's face? Pass. Plus, I don't even know you're other friends that much. I only like Angel, really, and his sister Carolinha."

Romina rolled her eyes. "Daphne's pretty fine too and you can't really say that Blaise and Theodore have ever done anything to you."

"Which is why I haven't," Harry said sharply. "But I don't want to risk it so I will just see you later for the World Cup. I gotta tell Ron you're coming."

Romina thanked him for that. She had a couple more things to do before the weekend arrived and it started with some letters to her other friends, sharing something important.

~ 0 ~

That weekend, Romina and Arden got ready to see their friends and left to Diagon Alley from Romina's house. Arden almost laughed at the irony between wizarding kids and muggles. Both loved ice cream.

The girls walked into the ice cream parlor and found Daphne, Carolinha, Angel, Draco and even Blaise already there. "Seriously, all you needed was to invite Parkinson," Arden said to Daphne once they had sat at their table.

"Oh no, I wouldn't do that," Daphne said with eyes wide that lingered on Romina."

"You are free to hang out with whoever you want, Daphne," Romina raised her hands in front of her. "Setting the record straight with witnesses around."

Blaise snorted. "Yes, because we are absolutely interested in your tetchy relationship with Parkinson."

Romina turned her head in his direction, eyes narrowing slightly. "I imagine that Daphne didn't force you to come."

"I presume you weren't forced to come either," he retorted.

"Don't argue with her," Angel sighed.

"Paes to the rescue," Draco smirked. If Romina had been sitting next to him, she would've jabbed her elbow on his side. Angel was flustered and remained quiet from then on.

"Settle down boys," Romina said, placing her hands on the table. "Absolutely no one is going to ruin the incredible mood that I have been in."

"Oh, and she has been on it for a straight month," Arden told the group. "So don't touch anything."

"Well, we heard why," Angel said, shooting Romina a small smile. "You've been visiting your new family."

"They're not new, Angel, they've always been there. I just didn't know it." Romina shrugged her shoulders. "But they're great!"

"I would say—your grandmother's the head of bloody Gejel!" Daphne exclaimed. Romina had been waiting for Daphne to go down that road. "I only wear her robes. You know."

"Everybody knows," Draco rolled his eyes with heavy annoyance. This was not his type of conversation and he wouldn't stick around for it. He and Blaise decided to get a headstart and order some ice cream.

"He doesn't change," Arden muttered as the pair walked away from the table. "I see Theodore didn't make it today? Maybe it was for the best."

"He's off with his father in Greece," Angel said.

"Well he's going to miss out on some good ice cream," Romina said giddily.

"I'm a little scared of this happy face, not going to lie," Carolinha remarked, though her lips quirked into what would soon become a crooked smile. "But I'm also liking this Romina a hell of a lot more than the grumpy one."

"Carol," her brother elbowed her.

Romina once again laughed. "Don't worry about it, Angel. I'm totally good! In fact, I'm thinking triple scoop ice cream for me today!" She grabbed Arden in a big hug all of a sudden, ignoring (or most likely just not hearing) Arden's small 'oh!' as she let go. "I'm going to go annoy those two over there while I'm ordering!" Romina decided as she got up from her chair.

Daphne, Carolinha, Angel and Arden watched in awe as Romina practically skipped towards Draco and Blaise at the counter.

"I love her but she's freaking me out," Carolinha said.

"Try living next door to her," Arden said, "She's got the entire block freaked out."

"She's happy, that's all," Angel smiled. Romina had just poked Blaise in the back, something the latter wasn't quite happy with.

"Still, she might go poking the wrong bear," Daphne said because Romina was giggling after prodding Blaise on the side.

"Yeah, Blaise is quiet but he has a temper…" Carolinha said.

"I swear to God…" Blaise had to physically stop, take a step away from the glass counter, and take a deep breath because of Romina.

"She'll be fine," Arden waved it off as Romina left Blaise to pick on Draco next. "She's—oh, nope, now she's dead." For some reason, Romina had decided to slip her arms around Draco from behind. "The Oswells are no more." The girls all snickered at the joke but Angel was more quiet.

"Oswell, what the hell are you doing?" Draco had moved his arms up and would've tried shifting out of Romina's grip had that not included making him look like an outright idiot. "Get off me!"

"Not a hugger?" Romina laughed. She rested her chin just below his shoulder. "Did you get taller?"

Draco growled. "Get off me!" Blaise laughed beside them, an incorrigible mistake. "Make one comment, Zabini, I dare you!"

Blaise had the good sense not to but that didn't mean he stopped laughing. "Better you than me," he said in the end.

"Oh, I got one for you too, Blaise," Romina said with a big, teasing smile.

"Good—go get him then!" Draco exclaimed. "I think I preferred when you were all mopey and moody. Least that one didn't go touching people! OSWELL!"

Romina decided he had enough and pulled her arms away from him. She came to stand beside him and grinned at him. He looked away from her. Wasn't she tired of smiling already?

"You want to buy me some ice cream?" she asked and he immediately snapped 'No!'. This, however, still didn't take away her grin. "Please?" She cocked her head to the side, eyes blinking ever so innocently at him.

Draco released a breath. "Fine." He lied. He still preferred her this way over the moody and mopey version. Plus, maybe her rosey scent wasn't all that bad. He cleared his throat, straightening himself up and fixing the wrinkles that Romina had left on his clothes. If he focused—which he wasn't—he could smell a faint trace of the roses on him. "What are you going to want?" he asked Romina.

"I'm thinking chocolate, peanut butter and chocolate chip!"

"Are you sure that's the amount of sugar you want to take in?" This actually worried him because she practically had her face pressed against the display freezer without the heavy amount of sugar she was preparing to eat.

"Absolutely!"

Draco rolled his eyes. He wasn't going to waste his breath so he just made the orders. "So," he started as they waited, "You've decided to let others know that you've added some impressive surnames to your name."

Romina snorted. That sounded a little more like her. She threw him a look. "I mean they were going to find out anyways. It's not that big of a deal."

Draco wanted to remind her of how "big of a deal" it had been the last time they spoke about the matter, but she seemed so calm right now he didn't want to ruin it. "Well, Greengrass over there hasn't stopped babbling about your grandmother. Everybody knows the Gejels are an elite French pureblood family and the Scamanders have worked in the higher levels of the Ministry. Not to mention they are literal war heroes."

"You seem to know that off the top of your head. I had to read that to find out and then I heard some of it from the sources themselves."

Draco shook his head at her. "Leave it to you, Oswell, to not know the value of your family's legacies."

"Hey—you're the one who told me to forget about my family's legacies!"

"That was about your parents. There's no fixing the Oswell name."

Romina gasped with offence. "Well, thank you for your faith in me."

"You know what I mean!"

"You're essentially saying that I'm never going to shake off the reputation my parents left me which is a huge contradiction of what you've told me in the past."

"Why are you so stuck on what I said 'in the past'?"

"Because it was actually nice and meaningful," Romina folded her arms. "You don't have a lot of those moments."

Draco deadpanned her. "Seriously?"

Romina was very much serious with him. "Yes. So take it back or I will be hugging you again."

Draco took one step away from her, pointing a finger at her immediately. "Do that and you'll regret it."

"Good to know what I can threaten you with—never mind hexes," Romina laughed, putting her hands together. "This is even easier!"

"Go hug Angel or something." Draco fixed his collars and turned towards the display. "God knows he's probably asking himself why he didn't get one."

"Would you drop that?" Romina hissed, scooting herself closer to him so that nobody would hear. "It's not funny anymore."

"It is from where I'm standing. When are you going to let him down already?"

Romina did not hesitate to jab her elbow to his side. "Shush!"

"You can hurt me all you want but you'll eventually have to do it."

"Don't ruin my mood!"

"Oh no, I wouldn't want to do that." Draco smirked. He could see from the corner of his eye that she was glowering. He focused entirely on the ice cream coming their way. He figured it would annoy her more.

In a short minute, they were walking back to their table with their ice cream.

"Woah, Rom, that's a lot of sugar," Arden said, eyes wide at the ice cream in front of Romina.

"I know! Isn't it heavenly?" Romina beamed and happily dug in. "You guys should probably order now."

"Oh, yeah, huh?" Arden got up and left the table for a minute and returned with several spoons for those who hadn't ordered.

Romina gasped and 'awd' when they started eating out of her ice cream. "That's mine!"

"Technically, it's mine," Draco said.

"Shut up!" She snapped and proceeded to shoo the intruding spoons from her dessert. She would end up giving up once they, primarily Daphne, began asking about her family.

Romina had no problem sharing everything she'd done so far with her family. She told them about the various designs she'd helped her grandmother, and aunt for that matter, with. She was excited to talk about the more in depth lessons she was learning with her grandfather about his numerous creatures.

"I'll be getting the highest grades in our Care of Magical Creatures class from now on," she said smugly as she dipped her spoon into what remained of her chocolate ice cream. "Well, maybe right after Rolf. He's a genius with that stuff."

"Are you willing to help us out then?" Arden chuckled. "Because some of the things that Hagrid chooses are kinda scary."

"That's because he's not actually a professor, King," scoffed Draco.

"Uh, a whole year says otherwise," she countered. "And the only reason you don't like it is because of what happened when you messed with the Hippogriff." At the reminder of the unfortunate incident, the group laughed.

Draco grumbled under his breath about his poor choices in deciding to even meet with them in the place.

Later on when they were done with their ice creams, they took to walking around Diagon Alley if only to kill some time. Everyone agreed being stuck at home wasn't exactly the life of the party. There were no significant events coming up in their respective homes.

"There is the World Cup this year," Angel remarked. "Anyone going?"

"Not my thing," Daphne crinkled her nose. "You can tell me all about it later on...or not…"

"I'm probably not either," Blaise admitted. "My mother already made plans to celebrate her newest engagement, so..."

"Congratulations?" Carolinha offered him a small smile.

"Eh…" Blaise waved her off. It wasn't a means of celebration after the eighth time.

"We're thinking about it," Angel said, "It's the first time it'll be held here in over 300 years. What about you two?" He asked Romina and Draco.

"Harry was talking about that and he says Ron's dad has some extra tickets so I might pop in. I'm not all about it either, like Daphne, but I do like the commotion of it."

Draco scoffed. "Don't hold your breath, Oswell. It'd be a miracle if Weasley's dad got tickets and even then, I wouldn't expect anything near the grounds."

Romina rolled her eyes. "Like I said, I'm mainly in it for the buzz of things. I don't recall hearing anything about you getting tickets, though. Not going at all?"

"My father's mentioned the possibility of an important invitation," he remarked much too smugly.

Romina wasn't at all surprised that he droned on about the supposed invitation. She purposely slowed her pace in hopes of giving her ears some rest. In her attempts to distract herself, she noticed the dark entry into another part of the alley. She recognized it straightaway.

Knockturn Alley.

She stared ahead to see if anyone liked around. Yeah, as if they would freely walk about. It didn't have the best of reputations, after all. Kind of like you.

She straightened up. The fact there were more dark objects in that part of the alley shouldn't necessarily mean that it's the "bad" part of town. She was sure that thought wouldn't be received well if anybody heard it, but she thought it was a fair statement. Nothing was bad unless you used it for bad reasons.

"Romina? What are you doing over there?" Angel's sharp call startled Romina out of her thoughts.

She hadn't realized that she'd stopped walking altogether. She was right in the face of Knockturn Alley.

"Romina, you shouldn't be close to there!" Angel was quick to lead the group back to their friend.

"I was just looking," Romina said weakly.

"What for?" Angel frowned. "You don't have any business being close to that area."

"Why not?" Her question stumped Angel.

His eyes widened. "What? What do you mean? That's Knock—"

"I know what it is," Romina gently cut him off. "But why shouldn't we know what's there?"

Angel sputtered out of shock. He looked at the others for some help. Most of them seemed as surprised as he was.

Romina playfully rolled her eyes at them. "You guys aren't understanding me. I'm not saying that we should all suddenly do dark magic with dark objects. Wouldn't it be better if we were aware of what some things were so we know how to best fight against it. How to be careful with them?"

"Isn't that what DADA class is for?" Daphne said, taking one noticeably big step back.

"Yeah, but we know they're never going to teach us about everything that's out there. Maybe we should see what is out there."

"No!" Angel was quick to say. "That's dangerous!"

"Plus, you wouldn't last in that area," Draco remarked. He met Romina's frowning face with a smirk. "What?"

"I would too last there," she said.

"No you wouldn't. It's not for the faint of heart."

"What? Like you?" Romina laughed. "Don't make me laugh. But you know what? Since we're here, why don't you put your money where your mouth is?" If she wasn't so irked with him, his reaction would've made her actually laugh.

"What?" He brought a hand near his mouth. "Wh-why would I ever do that?"

Arden snorted. "It's a muggle saying, dumbass." Draco shot her a glare. "She's calling you out, basically."

"Oh I am," Romina agreed. "How's about a wager?"

Draco's interest was piqued. "Depends," he said in his most casual tone, "What do you want?" Romina's lips lifted into a wide smirk. It was admittedly hard to stay away from whatever deal she was about to offer. "What do you want, Oswell?"

"Hmm," Romina put her hands together, fingers tapping against each other, "Well, you seem to think that I won't be able to handle taking a little trip down Knockturn Alley—"

"Oh," Draco scoffed, "I don't 'think' it, I know you can't."

Romina wanted to smack the smirk off his face. "I can," she insisted. "In fact, I bet that I can last there, say...half an hour?"

"One hour," Draco corrected, "And I'm not saying more just because I actually kinda like you."

"Ooh," Romina put a hand over her chest. "Don't I feel special? I'll take your hour and when I come back, you're going to owe me."

"Rom, maybe we should take it a step back," Arden said, biting on her bottom lip.

Romina looked past Draco to see the equally troubled faces of the group, all except Blaise who seemed more amused than anything else.

"Yeah, that's not a place you want to get caught in by yourself," Carolinha said. Daphne could only squeak in agreement. She was scared most of all.

"Draco, don't make her do that." Angel was practically glaring at the blonde.

Draco, however, snorted. "I'm not making her do anything. She's just stubborn."

"And she is right here, ready to smack you if you act like I'm not here!" Romina huffed. "Are you going to accept or not?"

"Depends, what do I get if you don't make it the entire hour?"

"What do you want?"

Draco thought for a moment, making a show out of it all while ignoring the heavy glare that Angel was sending him. "Well, I could always use a favor," Draco ultimately decided on. "Yeah," he smiled to himself like he'd just done something amazing. "I want one moment in which you have to do something I want or need, no questions asked."

Romina evaluated the idea with a tapping finger against her chin. "Okay, but—" she pointed that same finger at him, "it cannot involve hurting anyone physically nor something that'll get me or someone else into trouble. Got it?"

Draco nodded. "Done. Oh, and there is no expiration date on this. I'm going to hold out on it until I see fit."

"Fine, whatever, but when I win…" Romina's eyes flickered to Arden for some reason, the brunette wearily sighing in return, "You have to spend the same hour in the muggle world."

A round of gasps erupted from their friends.

Draco's face fell in horror. "Absolutely not!"

Blaise finally made a noise and it was just to laugh. "Now it's interesting," he said to the others.

"This is beyond daft," Angel groaned. "Malfoy, just tell her no and we can move on."

"Yeah, tell me no," Romina taunted Draco in front of her.

And admit defeat? Draco literally felt his insides burn at the idea. Romina was challenging him and with a stupid pretty—not pretty, very not pretty—smirk. "You're on, Oswell. Don't worry, I'll come get you when we hear your inevitable screams."

Romina snorted and stepped back from him. "You wish!"

"Romina, this is a really bad idea!" Angel shouted, if only to claim some of the attention before disaster struck.

"It'll be fine, Angel," Romina said, already turning for the small steps leading into the darker alley.

"Sage and Lyonel won't like this," Arden warned her. "Now matter how guilty they are for keeping your family a secret, if they find out about this, they will kill you."

"So we don't tell them!" Romina hopped down the three steps. "I'll be back before you know it!" She spun around, eyes meeting Draco's. He was full of mirth even if he didn't want to admit it. "Better clear your calendar cos you're coming to my neighborhood soon."

"Keep dreaming, Oswell. I'll keep an ear out for your screams," he promptly retorted.

Romina turned away and strode for the infamous alley. There was no way in hell she was going to give him the satisfaction. Arden was right, though, if either of her aunt or uncle found out she was in Knockturn Alley, she was dead.

"I can't believe you just made her do that!" Angel practically exploded after Romina was out of hearing shot. He turned to Draco, absolutely livid with him. "Do you have any idea what's in there?" Angel scoffed and answered before Draco even had the chance. "Of course you do! You're—"

"Watch your tongue, Paes," Draco finally snapped and turned to meet Angel's glare, "I did not make her do anything. Did you see me push her? Walk her down the steps myself? No!"

"I mean, to his credit, this is by far the least amount of effort he's put into anything," Arden remarked and just as Draco was about to gesture at her in gratitude for making the point, he did a double-take at her. He was surprised they'd just agreed on something. Arden shrugged in return.

Angel was not on the same page. "Arden!"

"I'm sorry," Arden said, "But I've known Romina far longer than all of you. She was going in there no matter what. She's very competitive."

"Still, it's dangerous!" Angel exclaimed.

"She'll be fine," Draco waved him off. "She has one trick that, if she's smart enough, she'll use."

"What's the trick?" demanded Angel.

Draco smirked. "Guess you're not smart enough."

Carolinha genuinely thought she would have to go pull her brother away before he lunged on Draco. She really hoped Romina would come out soon.

~ 0 ~

It was shady, that Romina would immediately admit. It was a stark difference from Diagon Alley. She walked with her shoulders straightened, her head held high, like she knew exactly what she was doing. But of course, a fourteen year old girl walking by herself in one of the shadiest parts of the wizarding world was bound to draw some attention.

Ten minutes in and she had already been stopped by a couple wizards asking her what she was up to. Apparently, fourteen year old girls also entered this part of town with the intentions of pulling tricks. If only they knew.

Romina stopped by the only store that she recognized. Borgin and Burkes. Her eyes raked over the display windows. She lost count on the dark objects that were sprawled on not-so-clean pedestals. With no idea why, she pulled the door open and walked inside. The shop was dimly lit and absolutely cluttered. She abruptly stopped when she caught sight of human bones lying under a display. Her eyebrows knitted together. How horrible.

"What are you doing here?" A man's voice made her jump in place. She spun around to come face to face with an older man she would definitely not like to meet anywhere. His eyes bore down on her, demanding to hear her explanations.

Romina swallowed hard. "Umm...just...looking?" Well, that was a terrible excuse.

"Get out!" The man barked.

"No!" Romina snapped. You have got to get ahold of your temper! One day it was sure to get her in trouble...and that might be today.

The man was furious with her. "Now who the hell do you think you are?"

Romina's eyes raked over the shop and all its countless objects. She couldn't imagine any wizards with good intentions coming in here. Wizards without good intentions. Her eyes widened. The idea was set and now she would execute it.

"My name—" she started, loud and clear for a fourteen year old, "—is Romina Oswell, daughter of Elora and Caplan Oswell." She started to relax when the man leaned away from her. Her trick was working. "And who do you think you are talking to me like that?"

"I-I'm...you're an Oswell?" He took a full step back, his hands coming to press down the wrinkles in his robes.

Romina gave an affirmative nod. "Do you know my parents?"

"W-well, of course! Of course I do!" The man turned away from her, missing the big breath of relief that Romina took as soon as he turned. "Your parents were in here all the time."

Of course they were. Romina shook her head. She hated mentioning her parents to anybody but it was about damn time they did something for her that was useful.

"I'm Mr. Borgin," the man introduced himself, though he didn't look back at the girl. He started walking for the counter instead. "What can I do for you, Miss Oswell?"

"I…" That was the question, wasn't it? What did she even want? To waste time. Romina looked around the store again. "Like I said, I was just...perusing around."

Mr. Borgin gave a gruff nod. "Anything in particular catch your eye?"

"Not...yet…" Romina said slowly, She noticed spikey instruments were hanging from the ceiling. Nice, their own version of a chandeliers.

"I must say, it is strange to see an Oswell here all alone, especially you." Mr. Borgin eyed Romina carefully. "I have never seen you here."

"Wasn't old enough to understand," Romina said with a careless shrug of her shoulders. She didn't know whether it was good or bad that Borgin was smiling at her.

"Ah, and now that you do, does anything catch your eye? I'm sure we can put your money to good use."

Romina had the inkling suspicion that the man was aware of the Oswell vault in Gringotts.

"Your family typically indulges in poisons and potions," Mr. Borgin remarked.

"Indulges?" Romina lifted an eyebrow at him. "Present tense. Has...has anyone else from my family been here recently?"

Mr. Borgin's lips pulled into a wide smile, possibly menacingly. "You're living with the only Oswell who didn't join You Know Who, right?" Romina nodded silently. "You wouldn't know, then. I don't know either, of course."

Romina suspected that was not quite true. Her eyes narrowed. "You better not mention that I was in here," she warned. "I did inherit my father's temper and I have a reputation for my inability to control it."

Mr. Borgin laughed. "I have no interest in spiting the youngest Oswell. My only business is to sell, after all. If you have inherited your parents—your family's—gift for the Dark Arts, you know where to find us."

Romina swallowed hard, drawing a step back as if Borgin would come after her. "Yeah, I'll let you know if I find a use for those human bones over there." She turned away fast, though perhaps not fast enough in her opinion, and hurried out.

~ 0 ~

It had been an hour and a half since Romina had disappeared in Knockturn Alley. The concern and tension were palpable in the air amongst the group who had been doing nothing but waiting. Angel was pacing back and forth, mumbling things about how they had made the biggest mistake of their lives.

"Maybe we should tell someone," Daphne whispered to Arden. The two girls were sitting together on the ground.

"Are you mad?" Arden hissed in the same hushed tone. "We'll be in so much trouble. Romina's aunt and uncle will kill her."

"But it's been more than an hour," Daphne said, not that either of them needed the reminder. "At this point, wouldn't it be better if she just got in trouble with her family instead of getting in trouble in that alley?"

Arden started biting on her bottom lip. That would be the more reasonable option between the two. She glanced at the others. Carolinha was following Angel in his pacing, trying to calm him down and no doubt stop him from telling any of the adults. Angel had already made the threat several times since the time passed. Draco and Blaise were leaning against a wall, mumbling things to each other. Neither of them seemed all that concerned. Arden wondered if it was an unusual amount of faith they had in Romina or if it was their typical carelessness.

"Okay, that's it!" Angel exclaimed, stopping abruptly. Carolinha crashed into his back. "We need to do something! It's been a whole hour!"

"She probably got lost; should've given her a map or something," Draco remarked, earning a full glare from Angel in return.

"This isn't funny!" Angel snapped. "It's your fault!"

"I thought we had already discussed this. On the matter of things being my fault, this one's pretty low. Romina does whatever the hell she wants—did you even see her hair last year?"

"You know what, Malfoy? I am sick of you!" Angel started for him, leaving Carolinha to scramble and try to pull him back.

"There's a surprise," Draco rolled his eyes, infuriatingly calm. "It's not like you've been sending me death glares for the past hour."

"Angel, c'mon!" Carolinha held onto her brother's arm tightly. "It's not his fault. Nobody forced Romina to go in there!"

"You should listen to your sister," Draco told the frantic twin brother.

"Not an invitation for you to keep talking!" Carolinha snapped. She looked at Blaise for some help but he was beyond attempting to hold either side back.

"What is going on?" Everybody froze in their tracks at the sound of Romina's voice. She was both horrified and confused at the sight of the near standoff between Draco and Angel.

"Oh thank God!" Daphne zoomed past them all to attack Romina in a big hug. "You're alright!"

"Well of course I am!" Romina laughed and patted Daphne's back. "What'd you think was going to happen to me?"

"Bad things!" Angel exclaimed, pushing Carolinha off him and hurrying up to Romina. Daphne had just managed to let go when Angel took his turn and hugged Romina. "You're never going back in there again, do you understand? You were gone for more than an hour!"

"Oh yeah," Romina said, shrugging carelessly. "I kinda lost track of time."

"What were you doing?" Arden curiously asked.

"Well, I went into Borgin and Burks—fair notice, giving them the Oswell name is like a free pass into anything in that part of town."

"So, you figured out the trick," Draco walked over, never minding the glare Angel still had on him.

Romina, however, was smirking proudly. "I'm not an idiot. It was the first thing that came out of my mouth. For once, Elora and Caplan actually helped."

"Why were you there for so long?"

"There's a lot of things to see…" Romina waved the matter off in favor of a much better matter, "And so, it seems like I win, and you know what that means?" For a moment, Draco had forgotten the deal. The horror that crossed his face was much too funny not to laugh at. Romina clapped her hands together. "This is going to be amazing!"

"I'm not—I can't, Oswell!" He said, almost frantically. "My parents would never let me go near your...your neighborhood!"

"Please, I'm sure that brain of yours—" she managed to tap his forehead before he smacked her finger away, "—will come up with a decent lie."

"I'm not doing it," Draco declared.

"I think you have to," Blaise said, snickering on the side.

"Shut it, Zabini!"

"Nice doing business with you," Romina said with her own giggle.

"You shut it too, Oswell!"

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"Janitor" Fnaf Security Breach x Female reader. *1.*

Description: What happens when Y/n L/n lands a cleaning Job at the mega pizza plex? How will she handle all the Animatronics falling for her?

Warnings: Slight drama, blood, and jealousy, but other than that, none.

Rated: PG-13.

Other things:

-Bonnie and Foxie aren't dismantled, thanks to Gregory.

-Cassie and Gregory are in High School, working as security guards to keep Freddy and everyone else safe.

-I added a new Daycare attendant named Jester, who will be introduced later, and of course, the attendees got new Upgrades, thanks to Gregory.

-The OCs I will be using aren't mind, and the User names will be linked at the end of the chapter; the credits go to them :)

-Finally, no adult content will be included in this story.

Enjoy the first chapter, everyone :)

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"And that's about it for this room-You ok Y/n?"

It's been a long day, and let me tell you, Cyrus wasn't joking when he said this job was overwhelming.

You were just shadowing him today, and all the stuff he taught, quizzed and even showed didn't comprehend into your brain because it was just too much for even a fucking robot to handle.

So now, here you were, on the floor, your pad of paper and pen beside your head, as you were basically brain-dead from all the stuff he had been giving you.

Letting out a sigh, he towered over you as the man came into your view, a blank look on his face. "Get up." You shook your head. "No, can't; I'm dead."

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am."

"No, you're not."

"Yes. I. am."

"If your 'dead,' then why are you talking?"

"Because Ghost exists."

"Well, if you’re a Ghost, then I guess the ghost can't eat Pizza as a reward? Damn, what a shame; I would even add extra garlic, , but now she's dead, so I guess no extra garlic for her.” You shot up from the ground instantly. "Who says that I'm dead-" You paused when he crossed his arms, a slight smirk forming his lips.

"Bastard." You commented while his eyes rolled. "You weren't even dead; come on, Chica's Pizza should be open still, so let's grab a bite." Helping you back to your feet, you smiled while adjusting your hat. "I like the sound of that; I'm sorry if I was being stubborn back there, I tend to be dramatic when overwhelmed." He waved your comment off. "No worries; besides, I had fun playing around, that's the vibe you have to keep her at the pizza plex, or things will go sideways. Keep that in mind, Kay Newbie?" Giving you a wink, your face flushed slightly as he walked ahead, leaving you slightly confused. Shaking your thoughts away, you began catching up with him, standing on the right side. "What do you mean things will go sideways?" He chuckled, patting your head. "You still have much to learn about being an employee here, but that's a lesson for later; besides, I think our stomachs and feet need a break, so come on, or do I have to race ya?" Watching him smirk, you smirked as well before he suddenly bolted. "Oh, your on!" you spoke, bolting after him.

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You hate racing, especially the kind where you have to run.

Both of you tried your best to avoid people and kids, as he knew his way around, but you, sadly, didn't win as you kept bumping into things, getting lost, and somehow ended up not even on the same planet.

Overall, the race ended with him going back to find you, and you paying for his lunch.

Tough luck, huh?

He still laughing about it now, as you both were sitting in a booth, a half eaten pizza still in his mouth. "I can't believe, *cough*, you ended up in pirates cove. *cough.* Your eyes rolled. "How was I supposed to know my way around? It's my first-day dickhead." Setting his Pizza down, he leaned back against the booth, his hands going behind his head. "Yeah, that was my fault, sorry Newbie, I should have known you were prone to get lost, but hey, don't worry, we will have many re-matches to come. Did ya enjoy the pizza at least?" "Could have been better if I hadn't paid for it." He snorted as one of your eyebrows went up. "What?" "Ah, newbie, you're just a sore loser, but seriously how's the pizza? If we meet Chica today, she will ask you the rating; and won’t leave you alone about it. But…if you don't like it, just pull out a simple lie so she can be on your good side, ok?" Even more confused, you finished the crust before whipping your hands together. "Why would I have to lie? It's pretty freaking good. Better than the pizza I get, anyway." One of his eyebrows rose, putting his drink straw into his mouth. "and what pizza is that?" Hesitant, you glanced away for a second. "Pizza Hut-" "PFFFT!" He spat out his drink as you jumped a little. He coughed multiple times, hitting his chest while trying to bring himself back together, as you grabbed a hand ass full of napkins for him. "Damn, I know it's shitty pizza, but it's nothing to choke up about." Getting his breath, he took the napkins before sitting up. "N-No, not that, it's just, that place is for...." "Poor people?" He paused. "No, I was about to say-wait, your poor?" Chuckling, you plopped some ice into your mouth. "Why else would I get this Job? Crappy parents don't care for lost children like me." Feeling bad, he frowned a bit. "Sorry, can I ask what happened?" Shaking your head, you adjusted yourself again. "Another time, but hate to ask, isn't lunch break over?"

......

......

.......

His Faz watch was way past the lunch break hours, and his eyes went out of his socket. "SHIT!" Jumping out of the booth, Cyrus grabbed your wrist unexpectedly, and you let out a scared squeal while getting yanked off your side of the booth. "TIME FOR MUSIC MAN NEWBIE!!" Holding onto your hat, you tried to keep up with him, but he was moving too fast, and you felt like you were on a speed boat with how much motion was going on. "Cryus, please slow down....we just ate p-pizza-" Ignoring your plea, he just continued pulling you fast as you headed towards the music man's area, as it was just down the hall. "No time, Newbie, cleaning doesn't happen itself; now, if we keep this pace, we might just be able to see music, Man, try to keep up!"

Face turning green, you didn't even know what to say because all you could think about was where the nearest trash can was. Let's just say even though it's already past lunch, the rest of the day...

Well, it can only get worse from here; what's worse than puking in front of your mentor?

.....

.....

Oh boy, there is a lot more worse things that could happen, a lot more.

Well, let’s just hope music man’s place has a trash can, because..

Your defiantly going to need one.

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"Ah, made it just in time-hey, Newbie; stop puking, we are here!" Yeah, you both made it alright, with you ending up puking at the entrance's trash can.

You wanted to beat that happy little smug on his face as you were still hunched over, the pizza you just ate spilling out of your mouth.

But, before you could puke more, however, Cyrus, the rude mother f-er, grabbed your collar, and he dragged you along inside. "Cyrus, I need to puke more-"

"Nope! Dj is waiting, and his room needs a cleanin'!"

"Please, if you don't let me finish, Dj's room will be filled with my vomit-"

"You can puke inside; we have no time for shenanigans-HEY DJ!"

Not knowing you were already inside, you hopped up from the ground, forcing your puke to go back down to your stomach.

Your eyes widened with the unfamiliar scenery, as somehow, you both teleported to some wild nightclub that your friends would never invite you to.

A giant hole, tunnel-thing, was in the middle, with a unique, large-looking DJ booth sitting perfectly, towering over the dance floor, which had different colorful blocks made out of glass. It probably changes color when the DJ is active, but even if they aren’t on, it still looks pretty cool.

Man, if this room is for kids, then it’s really large, top notch, and kind of huge now that you think about it.

“This is Mr. Dj's room; his Job is to help the glam rocks with their performance, he has another hole leading to the stage, but this area is like a dance/music room for kids, adults, and even teens, so it's for all ages. But, sometimes, when Adults book it for a night, that wall there will reveal a mysterious bar for alcohol for them to drink from.” Your eyes widened with surprise. "That's allowed here?" He smiled at you. "It was banned once, for kid's safety, but once my good friend Gregory had a pretty genius Idea of hiding it from them and using it as an 'adult booking only thing,' then alcohol was available here at night, but only for adults, no one gets any if they're under age." "Ah, I see; if this room is used for partying, where is the DJ?" Cryus shrugged. "Probably talking to Little Dj, but don't worry, I'll call him again. It's important to let him know we clean, so he doesn't get the wrong idea of us being intruders or kids who want to party with him...HEY DJ, IT'S ME!!"

"IS THAT YOU, CYRUS? I'LL BE OUT IN A SEC" The deepness of his voice and its volume made you stiff, your heart not working anymore as it sent chills down your spine.

You could have sworn the room shook when this 'DJ' spoke, wondering how giant this DJ robot was...but once he started to come out of the tunnel, you couldn't believe your eyes.

Cryus smiled as a giant but very tall, half-spider-human thing came out, who went in front of his DJ mixing table.

He was the size of King Kong, and his height was as tall as the empire state building.

Not realizing he had some human features, his lips matched the color of his hair, which was a soft pink, while his 'skin' was pale blue paint complimenting his cheeks, chin, eyebrows, and the markings on his forehead.

He had multiple eyes since he looked like a spider, but, giant...really giant...Shit...

You felt like you were sweating balls as he looked a little intimidating. But, Cryus wasn't nervous at all as the robot spider smiled at the sight of him. "Hey, now I thought I heard your voice back there, Cyrus; what brought you to my place early today?" Smiling back, the boy adjusted his hat before he slapped your back ard, which made you stumble forward. "I gotta newbie with me today! Since your kids left early, we cleaned this place before the adults arrived!" Feeling nervous, your face looked to the floor as DJ looked at you, then back to him. "Ah, so that's the girl Deans been talking about, say, he wasn't kidding about her being Timid; guess that's my fault huh?" Cyrus threw an arm over your shoulder. "Timid?! You should have seen her an hour ago; she was talking up a storm! Come on, Y/n, introduce yourself!" He pushed you forward again, and you stumbled, of course, as you couldn't keep your balance as you accidentally tripped on a cord.

The Dj noticed as one of his giant fingers went in front of you just in time, preventing you from falling. Confused, the Dj picked you up by your clothes, bringing you higher in the air. Eyes widened, and your feet and arms scrambled as Heights scared the living shit out of you. 'Shit, is this how my tiny objects feel when I pick them up?!' you thought, feeling like this guy could just squish you like a pea, but he had no intentions of that, as he gently laid you down on his left hand, giving him a chance to get a better look at you.

Standing up, you could feel your legs tremble as you looked around, seeing no sign of Cyrus anywhere.

But, you paused when your face met with DJ's, as his eyes through his glasses pierced through your soul, which you most likely felt. "Little lady, my sensors read that you are nervous; I'm intimidating you ain't I?" Not sure how to answer, you gulped a bit. "U-Uhm, I don't mean to be rude, D-DJ, but it's just that you're so freaking big...like" He chuckled, which rumbled a lot as you struggled to stand, your but landing onto his palm. "I get it, lil one, you never seen a robot the size of me, but don't worry, I ain't that mean. Say, what is your name?"

Pointing to yourself with surprise, you got to your feet again. "M-My name?" He nodded. "Y-Y/n." He hummed with your response. "Well, Hello there, Y/n, my name Is DJ, I'm sure Cyrus has told you the details about me, but I'll tell you one thing, even though I'm big and intimidating, I'm easy to get along with." One of his fingers went to your head, moving it slightly to pat it, which caused a giggle to escape your mouth. Hearing that loud and clear, the Dj smiled while inching closer."Ya laughed! See? I ain't a bad guy, now; I say your style is pretty fresh, but don't tell Roxy that because she'll have my head for telling that to a stranger compared to her style, ok?" Head tilting, you sat down on his palm again. "Roxy?" DJ was now confused. "So you haven't taken her to them yet?" He was looking to Cyrus, who shook his head. "They were doing meet and greets; they are next!" The Dj nodded. "Ah, noted, but I am still honored for you two to see me, especially you, Y/n; I know you and Cryus gotta Job to do, so I will put Ya down." You felt sad as the Dj was warming up to you. Yeah, you didn't even talk the whole time, but you could tell from all the scary, tell exterior, inside, he was such a huge softie. Which is weird to notice since you just met the robot. He noticed a pout as he smiled, leaning closer to you. "Awh, it's alright, Y/n, we'll see each other again; I'll say bye when you head to the others, but for now..." Bringing you back to the ground, you hopped off his hand before turning as he formed a fist with the hand you just got off.

Looking up, you chuckled as you attached your fist to his. "This is a partial goodbye." Winking at you, your heart fluttered as he turned, leaving you to look at your hand.

He was so cool, and your fangirling emotions couldn't keep in.

Cyrus looked at you with a smirk before you looked back at the Dj, who was getting into his tunnel again.

Gripping your fist, you decided to say something you won't regret. "HEY, DJ!" Pausing, he turned to you, who had a wonderful smile on your face. "I LIKE YOUR SUNGLASSES, DUDE!" Holding up Piece signs, his eyes widened as you winked, his initial core heating up for some reason before he let out a deep chuckle, turning back towards the tunnel. "Keep this in mind, Cyrus." Confused, he still was smirking as he looked at Dj. "Keep what in mind, Dj?!"

Turning again, we could see a smirk forming the Dj's lips, as he couldn't get you winking at him out of his mind. He doesn't know what is happening or why his core is heating up like crazy, but he knows this.

Better than the last Newbie he encountered months ago, you were very different from that person, which makes you unique and fantastic. Hearing from Deans's's perspective that you were 'shy and timid' made him curious. But when you showed up, you proved him wrong. You weren't shy and timid but bright and brave, just like a lightbulb, which a Janitor should be.

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"She's a keeper."

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"For sure."

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Name: Dj Music man.

Age: Unknown

Height: Tall.

Status: Dj

Extra info: A giant, soft spider bot who just wants friends to talk to. Gotta give this giant fella attention, or he will gloom in his tunnel for weeks, maybe months.

Relationship status: Acquaintances or maybe more.

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Can you tell more abt static i like them...

OFC!!!!!! Here is a very long post about their lore lol.

So here's their "in universe" lore:

Static is basically a weird eldritch cryptid thing, that can mimic other things, how well they do so is based on how long they've been interacting with whatever they're mimicking.

Their story starts after episode 2 of SPTO, when Matthew acquires Gideon's company. He's been working and comes to the conclusion that he needs a bodyguard because using his mystic powers to summon the hipster demon chicks every time he needs a bodyguard is tiring. So he sends out an ad for a bodyguard, and specifies in it that he wants a human.

Cue Static, vibing in wherever they've decided to hide out for the day, when they come across the flyer. They read it and decide, "Human, huh? Yeah I can do that." And mimic the first three humans they see, before combining their appearances into an amalgamation that is inherently their own. Thus: Boom! That's why they look the way they do. However, there are some aspects of their mimicry that aren't, like, right? Where they look off. An uncanny valley type experience for people who look at them.

(I'm adding a keep reading thing because I wrote so much :o)

Anyway, they end up going to the secret lair for the job, and Matthew asks if they are going to fill out an application there or if they already had one. Not knowing what that is, they end up filling one out there, and Matthew ends up writing everything down to do a two for one interview session. So their application ends up looking like this:

[Transcript for those who don't want to/can't decipher my handwriting:

Bodyguard Application

Name: (scribbled out mess); Age: 20 something (anything after the 2 is scribbled out); Do you have fighting experience? Y is checked off; Can you demonstrate that experience? Y is checked off again; When are you available? 24/7; How much do you want to be paid? None

[end transcript]

Afterwards, everyone who filled in their application is put into a tournament style fighting test, so that Matthew can gauge who is best at fighting and therefore the best at being his bodyguard. Static wins...of course.

Their job starts immediately afterwards, and they're taken to get a standard bodyguard suit n such.

From there they just stay by Matthew 24/7 because that's their job. Sometime before episode 5, them and Matthew end up dating due to a comedic falling mishap in which they fall into each other, accidentally kiss, and BOOM, Sparks!!!

They have their job until Matthew isn't CEO anymore, so they end up getting a job at a library, because when they had days off they'd end up going to the library to read. (They have read every single book there.)

That's all I have lore wise, but here are some fun facts too!

They love the rain, and they'll stand outside in it until it stops.

They blink the wrong way, and because of this they don't blink around other people

Their eyes are really sensitive to the blue light from screens so they have stronger than normal blue light glasses to mitigate this

At first they have next to no emoting ability. Their resting face is a smile, and they can move their eyebrows, but that's about it. The more time they spend with humans the more they can emote, because the easier it is to mimic them.

They love just saying fun facts they learned from all the books they read. However, if they are reading a fact from their phone around Ramona, she will pull up a picture of the nerd emoji and say it looks like them. They hate this.

Their height varies from 6 feet to, "a little too tall"

There is only one person who can't say their name, and she just calls them Static, everyone else just says it and thinks it's normal.

Bonus of the two times Ramona compared Static to the nerd emoji:

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And here is where I talk about their creation in general:

So they actually started off as a Mandela Catalogue OC, and they still technically are, there're just two different versions of them.

Anyway, around the time I was getting into Mandela Catalogue, my friends were talking about their SPTO ocs, and even tho the only context I had for the Scott Pilgrim media was the movie, I was like "Hey that sounds cool I wanna join" and my friends were like, "DO IT." so I ended up thinking about what I wanted to do. Anyway, then I made the Mandela Catalogue oc, and I was like "What if I used this design for my Scott Pilgrim OC?"

Their first design was then a human that just had a really wide smile and slightly too small pupils, BUT THEY WERE STILL HUMAN.

Then I started talking to my friends about them, and they started asking questions like, "Does he ever blink?" And to be funny, I said, "No." And it spiraled from there.

Their Mandela Catalogue design, vs first Scot Pilgrim design vs how I draw them now:

And that's everything for now! Maybe I'll upload some of the little comics I've drawn at some point.

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