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Helluva Boss Pilot: Gender Reverse

Not too far away from Pentagram City lay a shady place in the bowels of Hell. “Welcome to Imp City: est. 1981” was posted on a worn wooden sign with a white painted eye toward the top. Under a crimson sky, a wide array of buildings made up the city, some with spikes on the roofs. Downtrodden imps of various colors and sizes mulled around the streets and ghettos. Mugging, sex, drugs, poverty, and murder were common aspects of their everyday afterlives. Indeed, being considered “lesser demons” and the “lowest of the low,” not very many had opportunities granted to them.

Well, save for a unique family of imps, trying to get their business running.

Just who were these imps?

A nearby screen showed old fashioned numbers ticking down, 3, 2, and 1 against red.

Elektriza, a red and white faced imp appeared on stage in front of purple curtains. Elektriza smiled in front of the camera with a row of sharp yellow teeth, her eyes yellow with orange irises and black pupils. The left side of her face was red and the right side was white. A prominent black mark was visible on her forehead, looking like an upside down lotus. Her long curved horns were black and white, the horns curving inward toward her face like a ram’s. A dark navy blue business dress graced her form, orange-pink buttons going down the center of it. The collar of her dress was white and her red undershirt had a round pink pin with a stitched up face on it. Her dress had several tatters in it. Navy blue gloves covered her hands and wrists, with a yellow eye decoration on each one. She also wore matching cowgirl boots, the tips of them the same pinkish color as her pin. A red pointed tail with a few white spots on it excitedly swished back and forth behind her.

“Hi there, I’m Elektriz, the “a” is silent, and I’m the founder of I.M.P.!”

The logo appeared in red sparkles over her outstretched left hand. “I.M.P.” was shown in bold black letters, the “M” shaped like black and white imp horns. Down below were words in red: “Immediate Murder Professionals.”

“Are you a piece of shit who got yourself sent to Hell?”

A small screen in the right hand corner showed Elektriza wearing a black cape and two black pointed hats on her horns. A monocle rested near her left eye. She was grinning in front of a burning house. The sign beside her read “orphanage for disabled neglected children.”

“Or are you an innocent soul who just happened to be fucked over by someone else?”

The next slide showed Elektriza in a white angel costume throwing a styrofoam cup into a waste bin next to a recycle bin. An old clerk with large glasses was working behind a desk in the background. Red pentagrams decorated the walls.

The next clip showed a video of a tall muscular red demon talking in front of a camera. She was wearing a white shirt that read “Ohio” on it in red. A 666 News billboard was in the background along with a “Hella” sign and a beer poster. An imp held a wooden sign that read “Some person who hired us!”

The red demon spoke, “After lovingly killing my husband for fucking a delivery lady, you can imagine my surprise when I wound up here, after the state of Ohio killed me.” She punched one of her hands with her meaty fist. “I really wish I could just stick it to that yapping charter who saw me hiding the body!”

The scene cut back to Elektriza who was shown holding an ornate Satanic ritual book. She was in a room full of white candles and skulls scattered on the floor and a white clothed altar with a round mirror on it.

Behind her were her two employee imps, Moxxia and Millard. Moxxia had white messy hair and black and white stripped horns curving back in a zig zag look. Several white tuffs of hair rested beside her cheeks on either side. She wore a similar dark navy blue business dress like her boss, with the pink buttons in the center and the cuffs of the sleeves white. Moxxia’s face was red, and her eyes were big and yellow. White freckles dotted near her eyes and an orange-pink bow rested on top of her head between her horns. Her red and blue curved hooves were visible, as was her red pointed tail with a couple of black stripes on it.

Finally, there was the other imp, Millard. Millard had a red face like his wife Moxxia, and also had big yellow eyes. His hair was short, black, and wild on top of his head. A white spot in his hair took the shape of a skull. His tall long horns were black with faint white stripes on them. The horns curved slightly past the back of his head. Unlike the other two, he wore torn black jeans and a black crop top shirt that exposed his red shoulders. His clawed feet and red tail were visible as well.

“Well luckily for you,” Elektriza mentioned, referring back to the red demon desperate for revenge, “Thanks to our company’s special access to the living world…”

She grinned and wiggled her fingers.

Fwoosh!

A fast explosive sound was heard and a flaming portal appeared inside the candle circle. The impact sent the other two imps scurrying away. She walked over to the portal.

“We can help you take care of your unfinished business by taking out anyone who screwed you over when you were alive!”

She smiled and fell backwards into the portal.

The next image showed a white figure with an angry expression, arms crossed. A thought bubble was above the head with a red x over another figure. A red monster fell next to the startled figure. The camera panned up and showed the three imps arriving in a red circle. Millard stood with a spear in his hands, Moxxia held a gun and Elektriza stood with both her arms out. Elektriza’s arms made the “M” in the I.M.P. logo.

The commercial jingle began:

“Who you want somebody gone

And you don’t wanna wait too long

Call the Immediate Murder Professionals”

Moxxia threw a grenade out the window, Elektriza and Millard covering their ears and smiling as it exploded. A picture of a growling Moxxia hung on the wall.

In an office room, Elektriza grinned manically as she hung a struggling human from the ceiling. Millard held a piece of paper and showed it to Moxxia, who was sitting on a chair. On the wall was a flat screen TV, a rocker poster, and a drawing of Madam Zmeya, the snake inventor.

Elektriza shocked a bond and gagged victim, Millard used a mace on another victim, while a scowling Moxxia choked a third.

“Whether grenade or cyanide

We’ll make it look like suicide

The Immediate Murder Professionals”

“We do our job so well

Because we come straight up from Hell”

The next clip showed Elektriza mentioning for her partners in crime to follow her through a flaming portal in the wall. Millard happily followed, along with Moxxia, who tripped on a book as she ran through. The three imps appeared through the floor and did poses after Moxxia quickly stood back up. They fell silent as humans in a church service stared at them in shock.

“We’ll kill your husband our your wife

We’ll even let you keep the knife

The Immediate Murder Professionals

Kids die for free!”

Millard was shown greedily eying a pink pair of ladies underwear while stabbing a naked couple having sex in bed. Moxxia groaned and looked away. Elektriza found a pair of boxers and help them up for a closer look.

Elektriza repeatedly stabbed another victim’s head in a chair at a circus in Hell. “The Elektriza Extravaganza” was shown in bold black letters on a sign.

The imps killed more people, torturing people with Medieval stretching, chasing victims with a shark, roasting them with gasoline and fire, smothering them with pillows, dropping a piano on them, and electrocuting them.

A little kid with white skin, brown curly hair, black pants and an orange shirt with a ringed planet on it was strolling along licking a pink ice cream cone.

Bang!

The kid fell to the ground after Moxxia shot her in the back. The imps looked at each other in shock, believing they had killed the wrong target. The kid was rushed to the worst hospital in the city, one where the doctors carelessly treated the kid and only cared about insurance money. The girl was rushed into the emergency room.

“Doctor, she’s not responding,” said a pink haired male, rapidly shaking the girl’s still form.

“Who ordered a stat?” asked a female with glasses. She gave the kid hard chest compressions. “It didn’t do anything!”

The doctor came in. “Damn it! We’re not losing another one! Clear!”

The kid received a shock to the heart and she gasped for air.

“Holy shit that actually worked,” the blonde spectacled doctor muttered.

The imps sat in the waiting room, just outside door 66. The doctor came out to see them.

“She’s in stable condition, but she’ll need surgery. Now what kind of insurance do you freaks have?”

“The fuck is insurance?!” asked Elektriza.

The imps, kid and bed were promptly sent crashing through a window, glass flying everywhere. Everyone screamed as they fell. Thankfully, a flaming portal was underneath them, sending the group back into Hell.

Moxxia and Millard later sang a murder love song in their living room before the meeting. Moxxia played on her purple guitar as Millard watched her with love in his eyes. It reminded them of the good times when they would shoot at demons together in the streets, when they dragged a bloody sack behind them and when Millard got a grenade as a present and used it to blow up a building.

Moxxia began:

“Oh what a thrill when the crimson starts to spill

And my Millard goes in for the kill

He takes away my breath

He’s the angel of death, Millard

Oh Millard”

“Everything is like a dream

When I hear his victims start to scream

When I go for the attack

He’s always got my back, on guard

Oh Millard”

“When the blood starts dripping down the sides

And the bodies start to fall from the skies

My heart skips a beat

When my Millard’s guns a blazing in the night

He makes me feel alive in every fight

Through blood and tears, we’ll never be apart

He makes the murdering fun from the start”

Both of them hummed before Moxxia finished,

“Of all the imps in Hell…it’s for him that I fell…”

Millard joined in at the same moment, “It’s for her that I fell…”

“Oh Millard.”

They leaned in for a kiss.

They paused. Moxxia yelled, while looking out the window. Elektriza was pressed against the window with a video camera.

“Are you fucking filming us right now?!” she yelled.

Millard glanced over and sighed, as a smiling Elektriza held up a sign which read “Meeting in 2 hours: nice job banging yo’ wife!”

Just before the meeting, Elektriza walked into the receptionist room.

A white and grey male Hellhound was already there, Chandra the grumpy receptionist. He wore a grey-blue shirt with black strings making a downward Pentagram design at the top. His jeans were torn and black, his paws visible. He wore a spiked collar around his neck and rings on his pointed ears. His eyes were red with white irises and black pupils, eyes that seemed perpetually angry or bored.

The rotary bone-shaped phone made barking sounds as it rang. The hound picked it up.

“Hello, I.M.P.” he said in a gruff monotone.

“Me and my wife got stabbed! Somebody help…”

Chandra abruptly hung up and continued reading a Hellhound Monthly magazine in front of him. His breath smelled like meth and cigarette smoke. A hidden “to do” list in front of him read: “terrorize the werecats,” “go get a drink,” “hang out with cute Sobtiny at the hound rock concert.” He already imagined himself back in the comfort of his home, punching a punching bag with Moxxia’s face on it.

Moxxia stomped over to the Hellhound’s desk, holding a “chub be gone” paper in her hand. “Did you just send me an ad for weight loss?”

“No,” he replied.

“Why would anyone send me this?”

Chandra let out a small smile. “Come on. You know why.”

Moxxia sighed, “You’re just awful!” before she wondered over to get water.

“Hello Chandy!” Elektriza beamed at her adoptive son as she came over. “Did you enjoy my adoption anniversary present?”

“I already fucking told you,” Chandra growled. “It was a bunch of spiders and not a cure for syphilis. So no.”

“Aw don’t be such a liar,” Elektriza remarked in a playful tone. “Although I’m sorry that it happened, regardless.” Chandra growled out loud, clenching his claws.

The phone rang again and Chandra answered it.

“Elektriz!” he called. “That clingy rich asshole’s on the phone! Says it’s urgent and wants to talk to you!” Then he muttered, “Sounds a little D T F y.” (Down to fuck).

Moxxia walked back in, standing by Elektriza next to the water cooler.

“Oh god that was one time!” Elektriza called, spilling water everywhere. “We wouldn’t be able to have access to the living world, if I didn’t sleep with that privileged asshole!”

Moxxia paused, confused. “You what?”

“And…I may have stolen her book after we fucked. Man it was heavy. Yeah, I then fell off a balcony and landed in the king owl’s cake. Then I was like, ‘Sorry I fucked your wife!’”

“Elektriz!” Chandra bellowed.

“I heard you already!” Elektriza shouted back.

The head imp walked over to another desk and gulped down a cup of iced coffee. She took a breath and sighed in satisfaction. “Ah, this stuff never gets old! My horse Thumbtack agrees with me.”

“Your horse doesn’t exist,” Moxxia remarked.

“Don’t you be mean to our boss like that,” Millard piped up as he walked over to Moxxia.

“Don’t tell me that you believe her?”

“I just find it amusing that she changes her horse’s name every day!”

“That’s more like it,” Elektriza responded. “You see, we need more of Millard’s good spirits in all of us. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a certain someone to talk to before the meeting.”

Elektriza left and opened the door to her office, the one where “Elektriza” was written with the “a” crossed out.

Moxxia huffed. “Great, now I don’t have my avocado salad for lunch because someone decided to eat it.”

She glared at Chandra who flipped her the bird. “I was hungover and hungry, alright?”

“Why would you get drunk on a workday anyway?” asked Millard to Chandra.

“Dumbass! I was hung over from this morning!” he replied.

“At least I don’t go around kicking babies in strollers,” Moxxia scoffed.

“Just admit it, everyone knows you’re a white-haired loser, Moxxia.”

“So…” drawled Elektriza as she played with bobbleheads of Moxxia and Millard on her desk in her office. A circus poster hanging on the wall reminded Elektriza of the times when she performed with her two brothers, Tillo and Barb Wire. She was sitting in her chair holding her cell phone. “What can I do you for, Stola?”

An owl princess lounged on a couch in her palace, holding an old rotary phone with wings on it. Her eyes were large and red, her round black hat had a gold crown on it. The hat also had red markings similar to her eyes. Long silky black hair fell past her shoulders, brushing her grey feathery wings. Her chest was fluffy and a silvery grey. A portrait shown a picture of the royal family: Stola, her husband and their son, Prince Octavius. A red robe with a fur collar was draped over her.

The princess spoke in a British accent. “There’s a doctor that’s causing trouble up on Earth for a few of my associates. He’s trying to convince people that the Covid 19 Pandemic exists and to take extra precautions.”

“Doesn’t it?”

“Well, yes, but more people die when they’re being careless and nothing’s done about it. And though I hate being lonely…it’s getting overcrowded here. Frankly, the global warming issue seems easier to deal with.”

“Okay well now that makes sense,” said Elektriza. A mug with “#1 boss” was on the desk.

“You know what happens when I’m lonely or stressed, Trizzy?”

“God fuckin damn it,” she muttered.

The owl grinned, her eyes glowing red, she spoke a lot of curse words and terrible things. “When I’m lonely, I become hungry. And when I’m hungry, I want to choke on that big red…of yours…lick your…bite with more teeth…until you’re screaming…like a fucking baby!”

A stunned Elektriza hung up from the “one night stand bird dick,” broke her phone in half, banged another phone on top of it, then mixed the pieces into a blender.

“Here, eat this,” Elektriza said to Chandra who came in. The Hellhound guzzled it down.

“And you know that bridge over the freeway?”

“Yeah?” asked the hound.

“Shit off it.”

The imps currently resided in a tall office building that seemed to stand out among the other structures. Along with spikes jutting from the roof and sides, there were a pair of giant black and white imp horns attached to the sides of the building for decoration. The lights inside near the top floor were on.

Posted on a door were the words “I.M.P. Headquarters” with “IMP Meeting in Progress” written on a piece of paper taped to the door, a smiley face off to the side.

On a white board was a bar graph and a line graph, the line graph pointing lower at a drawing of a raging horned demon. “Fix this shit!” was written in big bold letters that took up much of the board. “Elektriza is the best, by Elektriza” was scribbled off to the side. Several tall chairs with spikes jutting from the top boarders were set near a brown table in the center of the room. A white pentagram was drawn in the center of the table.

Elektriza began to speak, pacing back and forth. She looked toward her audience of two imps and a hellhound sitting on chairs around a table.

“All right, now I know business has been…a bit slow, lately.”

She mentioned to the board at the downward sloping line. “In fact, there seems to be less people seeking out our services; 1,056 in comparison to the 1,066 from last month. We’ve basically spiraled from the True Blue Market to that of the Raging Bull.” She pointed at the roaring demon head drawing on the board.

“Shouldn’t it be the Bull Market is good and the Bear Market is bad?” said a voice.

“Moxxia, nobody cares what you think,” Elektriza said, before continuing.

“Any decrease could spell disaster for us, not to mention how lots of people use our services and yet look down on us.” Elektriza cleared her throat and spread out her hands. “Now, I’m not saying it’s, *cough* Moxxia’s or anyone’s fault…”

Moxxia raised her eyebrows.

Elektriza continued, “…but let’s discuss how we can improve. Now does anyone have any ideas on how to get business drumming up again?”

Millard, raised his hand with a grin and shining eyes.

“What…about…a car wash?!”

“This is Hell, Milliard, no one cares about cars being clean here, okay?!”

Just then, there came a coughing from the other room. A small cyclops demon with hot pink hair with a patch of yellow opened the door and walked in. He brushed off soot from his white shirt and waved at the group, who stared in surprise.

“Hi, I’m Preppy! It’s nice to meet you all.”

He darted around the room and began removing cobwebs from the windows. “It looks like there are two women, a man and a dog here, a nice balance.”

Chandra, the grey hellhound glared at Preppy, narrowing his red eyes. “What was that, you little shit?”

Preppy stopped in his tracks. “Now, did you guys need any cars to be washed?”

Elektriza shook her head. “We don’t have any cars here, we’re broke as fuck.”

Millard stared at Preppy and cupped his own cheeks with his hands. “Oh my Satan! He’s so adorable! Can we keep him?!”

“No!” Moxxia and Chandra shouted at the same time. The two workers then glared at each other.

Moxxia crossed her arms. “We’re in the middle of a meeting right now. Do you mind?!” She pointed to the door.

Preppy laughed nervously, “Oh okay, sorry about that, hehhehheh. I’ll be outside if you need me!”

He scurried out of the room.

Elektriza paused for a moment, then said, “Oh right! Ideas for our company!” She waved her hands, eyes shining. “How about a billboard?!”

Moxxia crossed her arms. “We can’t afford a billboard, mam’.”

Elektriza rushed over and held Moxxia in a headlock. Her voice was rushed and sarcastic, “So helpful, Moxxia, I’m really glad you’re in the room right now.” She shoved Moxxia away.

Elektriza stared in frustration. “Have you guys forgotten what service we provide?!”

She picked up a remote and turned on an old fashioned TV.

After static appeared on screen, the footage showed the group killing off individuals.

Elektriza bashing a red demon’s head with a mullet.

Moxxia shooting a blue person tied up to a chair.

Chandra grabbing a red person in his mouth and shaking the person side to side like a wolf.

Millard beheading a blue person with a spear and laughing.

Elektriza watched with a relaxed smile on her face, holding up a blue bowl of popcorn. Chandra sat on the table, popping popcorn pieces into his mouth. Millard perched on the table, enjoying the show, but Moxxia stood off to the side with a grumpy face.

Posters hung from the walls, one showing Elektriza and her two brothers, Tillo (an imp with short black hair) and Barb Wire (a smiling imp with ram-like horns.) It was a picture of them at a circus, the banner reading “The Amazing Imp Siblings!” Elektriza remembered the good times she had with them when they performed on stage. Barb Wire would balance on a tightrope, holding a pole with flames on either end. Tillo tamed and evaded manticores, dragons and other beasts that were released into the arena. Elektriza would sing songs about murdering people and they would all pose and bow at the end as the crowd cheered.

That was before Elektriza moved on to form I.M.P., recruited Moxxia and Millard, and adopted Chandra.

Elektriza moved a hand toward her chest and sighed with content. “Ah, those were good times.”

Moxxia spoke up as Millard ate a piece of popcorn. “We don’t need any reminding, mam’, considering you blew most of our salaries on an obnoxious TV ad last week, one that you then additionally paid to have run for a full three hours on a channel, nobody watches!”

Elektriza turned her head, insulted. “Hey, uh, excuse me?” She stood up. “What’s “obnoxious” about a super fun jingle, all right? It’s a fun distraction when an advertisement’s spitting bullshit.” She walked across the room.

“People love musicals, mam’,” Millard added.

Elektriza smiled. “Exactly, Millard, and we’re basically doing a musical.” Elektriza did jazz hands before pointing rapidly at Moxxia with a scowl.

“Are you gonna crush my musical theater dreams like my mom did?” She lowered her head.

“Mam’…” Moxxia began, but her boss cut her off.

“Because right now, all I see is just my mom��s asshole talking to me, crushing my dreams of being, who I truly am inside.” She turned his head away.

Millard leaned in toward his wife and spoke with a teasing tone. “Are you trying to crush her dreams, Moxxia?”

“I…what?” she asked, looking at him. Millard leaned in close and stuck out his tongue, tail curling. “I thought I knew you.” Moxxia rolled her eyes; her husband loved to annoy her.

Elektriza turned back to Moxxia, tears in her eyes. “I can’t believe you, Moxxia. And after I made you Employee of the Month.” She held a picture of Moxxia with her mouth open in a roar, snake tongue showing.

Moxxia threw up her hands, “Okay, mam’ I’m sorry, but a commercial jingle is not comparable to musical theater. Nobody actually likes the jingles.”

“I liked it!” Millard pipped up.

Moxxia turned to him, finger shaking, “Do not…do not agree with her in front of me.”

Chandra sat, bored, playing on his phone. Moxxia’s head appeared on the screen but was crushed by a weight and then blown up by a bomb. At one point her face was sliced in half as “boom!” flashed across the screen.

Moxxia spoke, hands forward in front of her. “I’d like to go on record and say that incident with shooting the kid was Chandra’s fault. Dispatch is supposed to give us the right info on the target. It’s very simple.”

“Oh sit on some boobs, Moxxia,” Chandra replied without looking up.

Moxxia stuttered angrily, looking for a comeback. “You sit…sit on a…a…do your job!” She slammed her palm on the table.

Elektriza scolded her. “Hey, now we don’t blame our screw-ups on Chandra, okay? He didn’t do anything wrong.” She hugged him and nuzzled her head against his cheek, the hellhound growling at her to get off.

Moxxia stared in disbelief. “Are you kidding me, mam’? He’s awful!”

“The point is, Chandra is a valued member of our family and we don’t get rid of families.”

“We aren’t a family, mam’,” Moxxia pointed out. “You are the boss. We are the employees. You treat him like he’s some troubled teenager. He’s more like a meth-addicted homeless man you let run the phones.”

Chandra flipped her the bird.

“Now, that is offensive,” remarked Elektriza, walking to the window, pulling open the blinds. “Without homeless people, I wouldn’t have half the joy and laughter I do in this life.”

Outside, a homeless imp with a broken horn and ragged grey clothing held up a sign that read “Monee helps. Satan Bless.” An imp man with black clothing and little bat wings blushed at Elektriza who waved and did a playful raise of eyebrows before closing the blinds.

Moxxia crossed her arms. “While we’re on the subject of “family,” can you stop finding me and Millard outside of work?”

“Come on, it’s not that big a deal,” Millard said.

Moxxia’s eyes grew wide. “Excuse me…what?! She was in our fucking fridge! She was spying on me while I was asleep. And worse, she fucking filmed me and you while we were singing and about to kiss!”

Elektriza giggled. “I still have it on camera.”

“It’s fine, honey,” Millard replied to Moxxia, patting her shoulder. “The “spoiler alert, butter’s spoiled!” was a funny use of wordplay Elektriza used.”

“No way,” Moxxia countered. “I had a great dream about my parents being murdered and Elektriza interrupted it.”

“I was just curious,” Elektriza responded.

“Just…stop…doing that,” Moxxia growled.

“I don’t see what the issue is,” said Elektriza with a mischievous grin. “Something you don’t want me seeing?”

“No!” Moxxia spat.

“Your shaggy flower blossoms?” Elektriza asked.

Chandra giggled under his breath.

Moxxia was fed up. “Mam’, what you say and how you act is totally inappropriate!”

Millard pulled her down gently. “Calm down, Mox, you’re gonna have another panic attack!”

“I am calm!” she yelled.

Millard rubbed her head and soothed her. “Shh, there, there.” Moxxia whimpered.

Elektriza spoke again with a childish grin, making a hole with two fingers and tapping the opening with one finger. “Look, I don’t judge the boring couple stuff you do outside of work hours, so don’t judge me.”

Veins popped out of Moxxia’s yellow eyes. “Oh I do judge you, mam’. Quite a lot, actually.” She crossed her arms as Millard gasped in horror.

“Mox, she’s our boss!”

“No, it’s fine, Millard,” said Elektriza with a wave of her hand. “Your wife is just…how do I say this without being offensive…retarded.”

“Does immaturingly insulting me make you feel better about your sad, single, life?”

Elektriza leaned in toward Moxxia. “Yes it does, actually.”

Chandra appeared to agree, because he added to Moxxia, “The only reason you have a husband is because you’re easy to manage.”

“No she’s not, you turd!” Millard yelled, holding up two middle fingers.

“Do not talk to my assistant that way!” Elektriza demanded. “He’s sensitive!”

“Yes I am!” Chandra barked.

Then a squeaky voice sounded from nearby: “You guys are all fucking assholes.”

Everyone turned and stared at a girl wearing an orange shirt with a planet on it. She had curly brown hair, white skin and was connected to a monitor.

Elektriza pointed at her. “Oh shut up, kid, you’re lucky to witness this.”

Moxxia pinched her nose and sighed in frustration. “Ugh, this company’s such a mess!”

“Did someone call me?” Preppy’s voice rang from the hallway. He opened the door a crack. “I can clean up any messes you may have!”

“No!” Moxxia called. “Go away!”

Preppy slowly closed the door.

An awkward silence…

“Alright, let’s get back to talking about my outfit!” Elektriza said out of nowhere.

“Nobody was talking about that,” Chandra mentioned.

“Which is why I’m trying to get that ball rolling, so how does it look? It’s good, right?”

The kid ripped off the wires from her stomach.

“It was hell pretending to be paralyzed so you fuckshits wouldn’t kill me, but now? I want that. I want death. You!” she pointed to Elektriza. “You’re a selfish, greedy clown. And I’m a kid! We’re supposed to like clowns…even the creepy ones!”

Moxxia scoffed. “Hey now, that’s not very…”

The kid cut her off. “If I wanted to talk to a spineless jackass bitch, I’d rip out your spine and ask you some shit.”

Moxxia shivered in fear.

“That’s my wife you’re talking to!” Millard yelled.

The kid snickered. “That’s your wife?! I figured you for a man whore, but I didn’t know you needed it that bad! Fucking with an old lady, ha!”

Millard fumed at his wife being called ugly and weak. To think that he would have sex with anyone else at random…

“And you!” The kid pointed at Chandra.

“Yeah? What about me?” Chandra asked.

The kid crossed her arms and smirked. “Nothing. I don’t talk to dogs. I’m a cat person.”

Chandra whined before turning back to his phone.

“Wow,” said Elektriza. “You know, kid, you kind of are a piece of shit.”

“Oh you gotta admit, she’s good,” Moxxia muttered.

A ding came from Chandra’s phone. He smiled. “Oh fuck guys, I just got a text from our client. Guess she was the right target after all.”

“Who?” Elektriza asked.

“Her.”

“Me?” asked the kid.

“Yep,” he confirmed.

“They wanted us to kill an actual child?” Elektriza asked.

“That’s what they’re saying,” Chandra said.

Elektriza grinned and twirled a gun in her hand. Her job just got more fun and easier. “Well Christ on a stick, I guess there is a god!” She fired and shot the girl in the chest. She flopped down dead with a yell in a pool of blood, smoke and sparks lingering in the air.

Elektriza spoke about I.M.P.: “You know folks, with this company, I really wanted to prove that we’re capable of doing the same things anyone else can, like killing people. So from us here at the Immediate Murder Professionals group, we promise to settle your unfinished business or your money is gone and you’re never getting it back and you can write us a bad review but we’ll play dumb to it because it’s Hell and no one fucking cares.”

Elektriza, Moxxia and Millard kicked the dead kid on the floor, enjoying themselves. Blood coated the floor and walls. Chandra snapped a picture with his phone. After the imps left with the body, Preppy came in and gasped.

“Well, time to clean this up. What a mess!” He hummed a happy tune as he mopped up the blood at rapid speed.

Elektriza and Moxxia wore gas masks and green suits as Elektriza sawed off the girl’s arm and Moxxia sawed her chest, organs spilling out into a sack below. Millard tossed an arm into the sack and Chandra held it open. Moxxia dropped the girl’s severed head inside and shared a loving smile with her husband.

Etched in red graffiti on a dumpster behind them were the words “Devil,” “Hell,” “Happy Hotel,” and “I’m always chasing rainbows.” A pentagram, and wide smiles were also doodled on the surface.

Elektriza embraced the entire group in a forceful hug, knocking the phone from Chandra’s hands.

“You know, even though this kid was a target, she’s still a child. It’s important that we’ve handled this going forward, respectfully.” She wrapped her long tail around the group, all of them smiling genuinely. For despite all their problems, they were still a company family.

Back in the human world, a crying blonde father wearing a pink shirt held up a paper saying “missing girl.” Below in large letters on the news was: “Dad sucks at drawing own kid!”

The father spoke into the microphone, “Please, if anyone has seen my little Ellie…”

He gasped as a sack dropped into his hands. He and the news reporter looked up to see a smiling Elektriza, Millard, and Moxxia through a portal up above.

“You’re welcome!” Elektriza called with a wave before the portal closed.

The father looked inside the bag and screamed. “My daughter! She’s dead! Noooooo!”

#helluvaboss #hazbin hotel #rule 63

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Fairy Tail: The Bravestar Saga Ch. 1

Author's Note 1: Fairy Tail: The Bravestar Saga is a non-profit fanfiction series.

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In a land far, far, away lies the Kingdom of Fiore. A small and peaceful nation of about 17,000,000 and a place filled with magic. Found in every home, bought and sold in every marketplace. For most, magic is merely a tool, a mundane part of everyday life.

For some, however, magic is an art, and they've devoted their lives to its practice. These are the Wizards. Banded together into magical guilds, they ply their skills in search of fame and fortune. Many such guilds dot the landscape of Fiore.

But there is a certain guild in a certain town that sores high above the rest. One from which countless legends have been born. A guild that will no doubt continue to create legends well into the future.

Its name is Fairy Tail. And this is the story of one such legend.

Navek and xpegasus present

A Fairy Tail Story

Fairy Tail: The Bravestar Saga

Chapter 1: A New Legend Begins!

Hargeon…

The sound of seagulls cawing and the waves crashing against the beach sang through the air as early morning rolled over the port town of Hargeon. The daily 9 AM train had arrived in town, and the sounds of feet reverberated through the station as passengers got off and boarded the train. Among the passengers getting off was an interesting group of young adults consisting of two men, a woman, and a cat.

The cat had blue & white fur, a green backpack, and black eyes. But the most interesting thing about this cat was its very long tail and the fact that it stood upright on two legs.

The scrawnier of the two men had scruffy brown hair, green eyes, and lightly tanned skin. He wore a black t-shirt, a pair of brown goggles with green lenses around his neck, blue jeans, a silver bracelet with two green gems on his left wrist, green and white sneakers, and a pair of black gloves. However, the right glove left his thumb and pinky exposed, while the left glove only covered his thumb and pointer finger.

The lone woman outdid her male companions in both height and muscle mass. She had long orange hair tied in a ponytail, purple eyes, tan skin, a sleeveless red shirt, red fingerless gloves, white bandages covering her forearms, purple leggings, and black boots.

Rounding off the group was the second male who was wearing a long-sleeve red jacket, a white scale patterned scarf, an orange-trimmed black kilt over his baggy white pants, black sandals, and a green backpack. He had black eyes, spiky pink hair, and was currently writhing in pain on the station floor.

"Oh, thank the founders! It's over!" the pink-haired man said.

The woman sighed and helped the queasy man onto his feet. He leaned on her shoulders.

"Thanks, Alyssa."

"No problema," she said with a smile. "But now…"

"Oh, crap," the pink-haired man said as he saw the blue cat handing the brunette a bottle of nasty-looking green liquid.

"Come on, Natsu," the brunette said. "You gotta drink it."

"But it's so gross!" Natsu cried as he tried to walk away, only for Alyssa to put him into a shoulder hold. "Hey, wait!"

"Sorry, hun. But Zeke's right," she replied with an apologetic smile. The brunette uncorked the bottle, only to sigh as Natsu shut his mouth tight.

"Happy."

"Aye, sir!" the cat replied with a salute before pulling a feather out of his backpack. Happy approached Natsu's feet and began to tickle his toes. Natsu tried his best not to laugh, but it was a fight he quickly lost. The instant Natsu opened his mouth, Zeke shoved the bottle down his throat.

"Just drink already," Zeke shouted in annoyance, the crowd taking in the strange sight as mothers told their children not to look at them. After Natsu finally swallowed the green liquid…

"Oh, man! I feel like a new man!" Natsu excitedly exclaimed with his arms raised, Alyssa giggling while Zeke rolled his eyes.

"Honestly, man. You don't need to be such a baby about taking your medicine," Zeke said as he tossed Happy the empty bottle.

"Well, that's Natsu for ya," Happy replied as he put the bottle back in his backpack.

"Easy for you guys to say! You don't have to drink that crap!" Natsu shouted back before turning around to face the city. "Alright, enough stalling. Time to go look for Igneel!"

"Got it!" Alyssa said as she ran after him.

"Aye, sir!" Happy said.

"Hey, wait for me!" Zeke exclaimed as he and Happy chased after their friends.

In another part of town, a blonde girl grumbled as she stomped through the streets. She had an hourglass figure, blonde hair tied in a side ponytail with a blue bow, brown eyes, pink heart-shaped earrings, a blue & white shirt, a black wristband on her right wrist, a blue skirt, and black boots. On her right hip was a key ring that held gold and silver keys, and on the other side was a black whip with a brown handle.

'I can't believe that old geezer only dropped the price down by a couple of thousand Jewels,' the blonde thought to herself. 'Nice to know what my sex appeal is really worth.' However, her attention was drawn in when she saw a large crowd gathering in the town square. 'Huh. I wonder what that's about.'

Back with the strange quartet, they had begun their search.

"IGNEEL!" Natsu shouted at the top of his lungs, scaring away some birds as he looked around. Near him, Happy came back up from a sewer entrance.

"Well, he's not down there," the blue cat reported. Nearby, Alyssa lifted a dumpster over her head like a feather, spooking the raccoon that was sleeping under it.

"Nope," she replied before looking up. "You see anything, Zeke?!"

The brunette was on top of a roof and hanging on to a weather vane, his goggles over his eyes. "Nope. Everything looks fine!" Zeke leaped off the roof before ricocheting off the alleyway walls and onto the street. "You'd think it'd be easy to spot someone like Igneel."

"I hate to say it, but maybe that clue we got was a dud," Alyssa said. Natsu frowned as he began to think the same. But suddenly, the quartet heard some women screaming excitedly.

"It's Salamander!"

"He's so hot!"

"I hear his fire magic is insane!"

"You guys think that might be him?" Zeke asked.

"Let's go find out!" Natsu shouted as the four ran towards the commotion.

In the middle of Hargeon's town square, a large group of women had gathered together and were swooning over the man in the center of the crowd. He was a slim man in his early thirties with sharp and angular features, a blue undercut, and a heavily stylized "X" tattoo above this right eyebrow. His outfit consisted of a white button-up shirt, a dark purple cape with high collar and sun symbols on either side, dark red pants, and several rings on his hands.

Among the crowd of swooning women was the blonde girl from earlier, looking at the man with astonished eyes and a blush on her cheeks.

'What the hell's going on?' she thought as her heart began to race, and her cheeks warmed with a blush. The feeling only intensified when the man winked at her. 'Could…this be…'

"Scusi! Coming through!" Alyssa said as she and others cut through the crowd. Natsu began to shout as they reached the center.

"Igneel! Igneel! It's me, Natsu!"

Everyone's attention was turned to the sudden arrival of the odd-looking strangers. When the blonde saw the four, all of the strange feelings in her chest suddenly vanished, and she realized what had happened.

"Who the hell are you?" Natsu asked.

"Who am I? Why, I am the great and mighty fire Wizard known as Salamander," the man smugly stated. "Surely, you must've heard of me."

"Can't say that we have," Zeke said, only to notice all the girls were now glaring at the four with murderous intent, which was then followed by them shouting some very colorful words at them.

"Now, now, my lovelies. No need to be rude," Salamander said. He pulled out four pieces of paper with his name on them. "Would you four care for my autograph? That way, you get something to brag about to your friends."

"Why the hell would we-" Natsu began to say.

"Thank you! We'll just take those and be on our way," Zeke said with a nervous grin, feeling the glares of the angry women boring into him. He quickly grabbed the autographed papers and pushed his friends away from the crowd. "Toodle-loo."

As the four left, Salamander told the ladies they were all invited to a party on his yacht later that night before taking off on a stream of fire.

"Guess that wasn't him," Happy commented.

"So is it me, or did that guy seem like a real creep?" Alyssa asked.

"That's because he is a creep." The four turned and saw a blonde girl approaching them with a thankful smile.

"Hi, my name's Lucy."

A little while later, the group was eating at a local restaurant. Lucy offered to treat the four to a meal…and was immediately regretting that decision. While Zeke and Happy's meal only consisted of a grilled chicken salad and a fish respectively, Natsu and Alyssa wasted no time ordering everything on the menu.

"It's nice that you offered to cover lunch…" Zeke began to say as his friends dug into their meals with gusto. "…but I probably should've warned you how much these two can pack it in."

"No, it's fine. I owe you guys one anyway." Lucy sighed out as pieces of food began to fly everywhere. 'There goes all the extra money I saved.'

"Anyway, we should probably introduce ourselves," the brunette said. "I'm Ezekiel, but my friends call me Zeke. The big lady is Alyssa, the spike head is Natsu, and the cat's name is Happy."

"Okay…but why can he talk?" Lucy asked.

"Because I'm a cat," Happy replied before going back to munching on his fish. Lucy looked at Zeke for a better answer, but the brunette just shrugged.

"Not that I'm complaining, but how exactly do you owe us one?" Natsu asked through a full mouth.

"Well, that Salamander guy was using some sort of Charm Magic. That's why all those women were falling over him," Lucy explained. "I got caught up in it too, but when you guys came barreling through, I was able to snap back to reality."

"Really. I thought Charm Magic was illegal," Zeke said as he began to contemplate something. As he did, Lucy realized something.

"That reminds me. Alyssa, you were right next to that creep. Why weren't you affected by his charm spell?" Lucy asked the orange-haired woman. The taller woman swallowed her food before answering.

"Well, it's quite simple, Lucy," Alyssa said before wrapped her arm around Natsu's shoulder, bringing his head to her shoulder and smiling. "It's because I've already been charmed by the sweetest man in all of Fiore."

"Aw, shucks," Natsu said with a blush and a smile. "No need to go that far, babe."

'Oh.' Lucy thought to herself, realizing that the pinkette and amazonian woman were an item. And Alyssa placing a hand under his chin and making him look in her eyes confirmed it.

"But, you deserve every bit of praise, amore mio."

"Ooh, I love it when you talk all fancy," Natsu said as he wrapped his arms around Alyssa's waist. Lucy could swear that the air around them began to sparkle as they looked into each other's eyes.

"Oh, Natsu," Alyssa said dreamily.

"Oh, Alyssa," he replied.

"Oh, Natsu."

"Oh, Alyssa."

Zeke and Happy sweatdropped as the couple repeated each other's names like a mantra. "They're at it again," the cat stated.

"Nice going, Lucy."

The blonde girl laughed in embarrassment. "By the way, you guys said you were looking for someone named Igneel, right?"

The question broke Natsu and Alyssa out of their couple's trance, as Alyssa answered. "That's right. Igneel is Natsu's dad. We heard a rumor that a Salamander was in Hargeon, so we decided to stop by and look around."

"Too bad that guy was a total dud," Happy said with a sigh.

"No kidding. He looked nothing like a dragon." Natsu stated. "I bet he can't even breathe fire."

"So, your dad looks like a dragon?" Lucy asked, trying to imagine how someone could resemble a dragon.

"No, he doesn't look like a dragon. He is a dragon," Natsu answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Lucy was stunned when she heard this. As fantastical as their world was, dragons were considered to be creatures of myth and legends. But there was also something else that she freaked her out.

"Why the hell would a dragon show up in the middle of a fishing town?!" Lucy exclaimed in shock. Natsu and Happy suddenly got a widened eyed look as the realization hit them like a sack of bricks.

"Ya, I didn't want to say anything…" Zeke spoke up with an awkward look. "...but I was thinking that Hargeon looked way too intact for supposedly being visited by a dragon."

"I was actually thinking the same thing," Alyssa said sheepishly. "Sorry, sweetie."

After paying the check, Lucy got up and left. However, as she turned back, she saw Natsu and Happy prostrating themselves on the floor while Zeke and Alyssa bowed.

"Thank you for the meal!" The four said.

"Stop it! You're embarrassing me!"

"Well, we need some way to repay you," Alyssa said. Natsu's face lit up as he got an idea.

"Here ya go!" Natsu said as he handed Lucy one of the autographs Salamander gave them.

"No, thanks," Lucy replied with a flat look.

And then…

"Wow, looks like Fairy Tail's at it again," Lucy said with a chuckle as read the newest issue of Sorcerer Weekly. After parting with the four weirdos, the blonde girl decided to relax at the local park and read one of her favorite magazines. "This time, they wrecked a bell tower."

Indeed, a news article detailed a team of Fairy Tail mages called Bravestar and their fight against a group of bandits in a small countryside town. However, the battle resulted in massive collateral damage, including the town's iconic bell tower.

"I wonder why I can't find a picture of those guys," Lucy said to herself. "Then again, if I caused that much damage, I'd probably high-tail it before anyone took a photo."

She flipped the page, showing the weekly centerfold featuring the Fairy Tail mage Mirajane. "And Mirajane's as gorgeous as ever." The blonde commented as she began to think out loud. "I wonder what I'd need to get into a magic guild like that. Is there a trial? Or I do gotta submit a job application or something?"

The blonde then rolled up and magazine and stood with a determined look on her face. "Oh well, it doesn't matter. 'Cause I'm gonna join Fairy Tail no matter what!"

"Ah, so you're looking to get into my guild, eh?" Lucy turned and, to her shock, saw Salamander walking out of the bushes.

"Salamander?!" Lucy exclaimed as she sprung from the bench. "What are you doing here? Don't you know it's rude to eavesdrop on a lady?!"

'You were the one talking to yourself,' the blue-haired man thought with a sweatdrop.

"And don't think you can charm me again! That kind of magic doesn't work when the target knows about it," Lucy proclaimed. Salamander's eyes widened with surprise.

"You figured out I was using Charm Magic? Very impressive," he said with a sly smile. "We could use those kinds of deduction skills at Fairy Tail."

"Fairy Tail?" Lucy parroted, suddenly remembering what Salamander said before. "No way! You're that Salamander?"

"The one and only," he said. Lucy's eyes sparkled with awe before she collected herself.

"Oh, yeah. So what?" Lucy crossed her arms and tried to act nonchalant.

"So don't want to join my guild?" Salamander asked with a cocky smirk.

"Well, I wouldn't say that," Lucy answered with a pout.

"Then how about a proposition?" Salamander said with a charming smile. "You come to my yacht party tonight and mingle a bit, and I'll put in a good word for you with the guild master. What do ya say?" He extended his hand.

And any amount of disgust or mistrust Lucy had vanished and instantly shook Salamander's hand with such force he nearly toppled over. "I'd love to come to your party tonight!" Lucy squealed in delight

Salamander chuckled at her enthusiasm. 'Well, that was easy.'

"You really think you can get me into Fairy Tail?" Lucy asked, finally releasing Salamander's hand.

"You have my word," Salamander said. With a snap of his fingers, a stream of magenta fire appeared beneath him and lifted him off the ground. "Just don't say anything about the charm spell, 'cause I'm planning on having some fun tonight."

"You got it, Mr. Salamander!" Lucy said with a salute.

"Excellent! See you at the party, darling! Flame Magic: Red Carpet!" With that, he took off into the sky on his transport of magenta fire. And it was only after he left that Lucy realized that he had pseudo-charmed her.

'Oh well. I just got to party with that sleazebag for one night, and I'm golden,' Lucy thought to herself. "Fairy Tail, here I come!"

And then...

"Looks like this trip was a total bust," Zeke said. Night had fallen on Hargeon. After their lunch, the eccentric quartet had decided to look around the rest of the fishing town, just in case there was any chance at all Igneel had been here. Unfortunately, they had no such luck and were now stuck in town for the night since their train wouldn't arrive until the next morning. The group was standing on a walkway that overlooked the city and ocean, giving them a fantastic view.

"Hey, isn't that the yacht where Salamander's hosting his party?" Happy asked, pointing to the distant boat that had left the harbor. Just thinking about being on a boat made Natsu nauseous until Alyssa rubbed his head.

"What? You've never heard of Salamander?" The group overheard a girl in a pink shirt say.

"No, not ringing any bells," her friend in a black shirt said. "Is he a big deal or something?"

"The biggest!" the girl in pink said. "He's a super-powerful and famous Fire Wizard from the Fairy Tail guild, not to mention handsome. I wish I could've gone to his party."

The four friends' eyes widened at the mention of "Fairy Tail." They turned their gaze towards the glistening yacht floating in the bay and narrowed their eyes.

"Fairy Tail, huh?" Alyssa said.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," Zeke commented while Natsu glared.

Meanwhile, on the yacht, Lucy and Salamander were sitting in his private cabin while the rest of the ladies partied on the deck below. The blonde had changed into an elegant red dress to make a better impression.

"I've got to admit, you've got great taste," Lucy said as she ran her hands over the furniture. "Midian leather and Bellumi oak are hard to come by in Fiore."

"Why, thank you, Miss Lucy. Being a Wizard of such renown comes with its perks," Salamander said as he approached his liquor cabinet. "I appreciate the finer things in life." He grabbed two glasses and an amber-colored bottle.

"A toast to your beauty," Salamander said as he poured her a glass of orange wine. "Be sure to savor every drop."

Lucy put on her best fake smile and forced herself to laugh. Without his charm magic, Salamander really came off as a creep trying way too hard to be suave. But as he poured the drink, Lucy noticed one of his rings emitting a small glow. With a squint of her eyes, the blonde saw that ring had an image of a crescent moon and a closed eye.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" Lucy said. Salamander stopped pouring and looked at her in confusion. "You're trying to enchant my drink with a sleep charm."

"Hmph." Salamander gave a small smile and set down the bottle. "You continue to impress me, my dear."

"Look, I really do wanna join Fairy Tail. But I'm not gonna sleep with you to make that happen."

Lucy was about to get up…until she heard the click of a gun and felt cold metal pressed against the back of her head. With wide eyes, Lucy slowly turned and saw a woman with light brown hair, brown skin, and blue eyes pointing a gold flintlock pistol at her. Her outfit consisted of a pair of black cat-eye glasses, a bedazzled black vest over a full-sleeve white buttoned shirt, a black tie with matching dress pants and shoes, and gun holsters on each side of her belt, one of which was currently empty.

"Ah, Ripley. I didn't even notice you come in," Salamander said with a smirk.

"Well, you were blowing it, so I figured I'd give this little tart an incentive not to do anything stupid."

"W-wait, I saw you when I got on the ship," Lucy said with terror clear in her voice. "You were one of the girls at the party."

"Oh, please. Don't compare me to those floozies," the bespectacled woman said with a cruel smile. "Unlike them, I'm not so easily swayed by such simple magic."

"Simple? I spent a fortune on these rings," Salamander growled in annoyance just as someone else walked into the cabin.

"Yo, Salamander. All the new merchandise is knocked out." Lucy looked at the man, and the first word that came to her mind was "snake." From his slanted black eyes to his lanky body to his clothing of a tight black top, fingerless gloves, scale-like green pants, and black leggings underneath. "The boys are bringing them down to the lower- Huh, what's going on here?"

"It seems this girl is too smart for her own good, Kurohebi," Ripley explained. Lucy then felt shivers run down her spine as Kurohebi looked down her body and licked his black lips. He was even creepier than Salamander.

"Maybe so, but we can probably make a couple of thousand Jewels off of her," the snake-like man said with a low chuckle.

"Merchandise? Jewels?" Lucy asked fearfully. "What's going on?"

"Guess the cat's out of the bag," Salamander said as he stood up. "But don't worry, Lucy. We'll make sure not to harm that pretty little head of yours until we reach Bosco. After that, we'll make sure you're sold to the highest bidder."

"Y-you…" Lucy's eyes widened as his words sank in. "You're slave traders! But...I thought you were a Fairy Tail wizard!"

"Don't you get it? Our little playboy just said that to get you to come on board," Ripley replied bemusedly, Kurohebi chuckling along with her.

"So all the girls at the party…"

"You'd be amazed how much some depraved rich guys are willing to pay for pretty girls," Kurohebi explained. A hard scowl on her face, Lucy reached for her key ring, only for Salamander to grab it with his fire magic. He brought the six keys to his eye-level to examine them.

"These are Gate Keys. So you're a Celestial Wizard," Salamander said as he walked towards the nearby window. "Only the contracted wizard can use these. They're absolutely useless to me."

Before Lucy could protest, Salamander tossed her Spirit Keys out the window. She could only stare in horror and disbelief as everything she'd worked for vanished into the waters below. Lucy felt a myriad of emotions bubbling up inside; sorrow at the loss of her keys; fear at what would happen to her and the girls on the ship; but above all else, anger. Lucy was furious at Salamander and his accomplices. Magic was something precious and beautiful, and to have it be used for heinous, evil acts was unforgivable. With her eyes watering and her teeth grit, Lucy glared at the blue-haired man.

"You used magic to take advantage of others!" She yelled out. "You're the worst kind of wizard!"

The roof of the cabin exploded, surprising the four as someone landed on the floor. When the smoke cleared, they saw Alyssa glaring at the three slavers, her stance proud and defiant.

"Alyssa!" Lucy said with a smile.

"It's that bodybuilder chick from earlier!" Salamander proclaimed.

"What the hell is going on here?" Alyssa asked.

"None of your business, you dumb gorilla!" Ripley said as she aimed her gun at the orange-haired woman. Alyssa spoke a chant.

"Boost Magic: Boosted Kick!"

To everyone's shock, Alyssa's legs glowed with purple magical energy, a purple magic circle with a fist in the center appearing behind her. With amazing speed that betrayed her size, Alyssa leaped ahead and delivered a round-house kick to Ripley's torso, knocking her through the cabin wall.

"That was magic!" Kurohebi exclaimed as Lucy and Salamander looked on in shock. Alyssa turned and glared at Salamander.

"Salamander, right? I heard some girls saying that you're a Fairy Tail wizard," Alyssa said as she gripped the hem of her shirt.

"Y-ya. So what of it?" Salamander asked with a trembling voice. Alyssa pulled up her shirt to reveal a dark purple mark over her abdominals. One that vaguely resembled a dancing fairy.

"Because I'm from Fairy Tail! And I've never seen you before in my life!"

"That mark!" Salamander shouted.

"No way!" Lucy exclaimed. "Alyssa's a Fairy Tail wizard?! And you could do laundry on her abs!"

"Lucy? What are you doing here?" a voice said from above. Lucy looked up at the hole Alyssa had made and saw Happy…floating in the air with a pair of white wings on his back.

"This guy tricked me. He said he could get me into Fairy Tail if I came to his party," Lucy said before noticing the elephant in the room. "Wait? When did you get wings?"

"We'll explain that later," Alyssa said, taking a fighting stance. "Happy, get Lucy out of here. I'll deal with these bastardos."

"Aye, ma'am!" Happy exclaimed as he wrapped his tail around Lucy's waist. "Hold on!"

Lucy screamed in shock as the blue cat lifted her into the sky.

"You won't get away!" Salamander proclaimed as he snapped his fingers. "Flame Magic: Red Carpet!"

Alyssa attempted to jump at Salamander but she was stopped in her tracks by a stream of magenta fire.

"Uh, uh, uh, big gal." Alyssa turned and saw Kurohebi, flames surrounding his hands. "You gotta deal with me."

'He's got flame magic too?' Alyssa thought as Salamander took off in the air after Happy & Lucy. Meanwhile, Ripley had finally managed to pull herself out of the rubble.

"Ripley, get the rest of the guys!" Kurohebi shouted. "I can already tell that this ladies' gonna be a big problem."

"Right," Ripely said as she ran out of the cabin.

"Go ahead. Bring as many people as you like, cazzo!" Alyssa shouted, cracking her knuckles as her thick arms began to glow with the same purple magic as before. "I'll kick all your asses!"

On the shores of Hargeon, Natsu and Zeke stood atop the seawall. The brunette looked out onto the water with his goggles over his eyes. But these were no ordinary eyewear. By feeding a small degree of mana into them, Zeke was able to see over great distances.

"What's going on?" Natsu asked as he saw streams of fire flying through the sky.

"That Salamander guy is chasing Happy and…Lucy?" Zeke replied, watching as the blue-haired man unleashed blasts of flame magic at the two as Happy weaved and bobbed to dodge his attacks.

"This sucks! I should be out there!" Natsu groaned.

"We both know you'd get sick as soon as you stepped one foot on the boat," Zeke said, causing his friend to pout. "Besides."

Zeke fed mana into his bracelet, causing the gems in it to glow. In an instant, it transformed into a majestic silver longbow with green accents and shimmering bowstring. The green gems now sat directly above and below the arrow rest. "I could use the target practice."

A green magic circle with an arrow at its center appeared between the gems. Zeke placed his right hand in the circle and pulled back on the bowstring. As he did, an arrow made of solid green magical energy manifested within the bow, its arrowhead consisting of three points.

"Arch Shot: Tri-Seeker Arrow!" The arrow soared through the air like a rocket-propelled bird of prey.

Salamander grit his teeth and furrowed his brow as rode atop his Red Carpet, growing increasingly frustrated at his inability to hit Happy and Lucy.

'That cat's faster than he looks,' the flame wizard thought to himself. But out of the corner of his eye, he saw the glowing arrow heading towards and barely dodged it.

"Nice try," Zeke said with a smirk as the arrow suddenly split into three streams of emerald light that curved and chased after Salamander until they blasted him, causing the flame mage to fall on the deck of his yacht.

"What was that?" Lucy asked.

"That was Zeke's Arch Shot magic," Happy answered.

"He launched a spell from that far away," Lucy said in amazement.

"Um, Lucy?"

She looked up. "What is it?"

"My magic-" Happy began to say before his wings vanished. "-just ran out."

"YOU STUPID CAT!" Lucy screamed as the two fell into the ocean. But as they were submerged, Lucy saw something twinkling on the seafloor.

Back on the yacht, Salamander groaned as he got back up. He checked to make sure nothing was broken and gaped in horror when he saw the arrows had torn his cape to pieces. As he vowed vengeance for the destruction of his favorite cape, Salamander noticed that the fight between Alyssa and Kurohebi had moved to the deck.

"Prominence Typhoon!" Kurohebi shouted as he launched a column of fire at Alyssa.

"Boost Magic: Boosted Leap!" she chanted. Magic enveloped her legs as she leaped out of the way. With magic still running through her legs, Alyssa jumped towards her opponent as her right arm lit up like her legs. "Boost Magic: Enhanced Knuckle!"

Kurohebi barely had time to dodge as Alyssa attempted to punch him, her fist smashing through the deck floor. However, the snake-like man smirked as he swiped his fingers across her legs as magic circles spun in his eyes.

"Copy Magic: Epithet Scan." Alyssa felt a burst of magic enter her body and then leave. She back-handed Kurohebi, pushing him across the deck. However, the black-haired mage simply chuckled. "Alright, big girl. Let's how you handle your own magic. Boosted Kick!"

To Alyssa's surprise, purple magic surrounded Kurohebi's legs before he leaped and kicked her into a table.

'Copy Magic?! Merda!' Alyssa thought to herself as she got back up.

"Hey, Kuro!" The two mages turned and saw Ripley flanked by all slavers' goons, her golden guns in hands, and a large case strapped to her back. "If you don't want to die, then get out of the way!"

"You got it," he said before leaping out of the way. Alyssa quickly channeling her mana into her legs.

"Guns Magic: Rapid-Fire!"

"Boost Magic: Boosted Jump!"

Ripley unleashed a torrent of yellow mana bullets that Alyssa was forced to jump to avoid. The orange-haired woman quickly jumped behind the buffet table and tipped it to use as a makeshift barrier.

But before the slavers could get cocky, Salamander saw another arrow pass the ship before breaking into three streams of green light again. He scowled as he snapped his fingers. "Flame Magic: Red Curtain!"

A large wall of fire appeared on the deck, blocking the arrows. "Ripley, there's another Fairy Tail wizard attacking from long-range! Get rid of them!"

"Alright, but mind your tone," Ripley said before running towards a nearby ladder, leaving Alyssa to fight Salamander, Kurohebi, and their goons. The bespectacled wizard quickly reached the roof of the yacht and opened the case, revealing a golden sniper rifle with a long barrel and a scope. "Okay, Ronney. Time to go hunting."

Ripley laid down on her stomach and aimed her rifle towards the direction the arrows came. Like Zeke did with his magical goggles, Ripley fed mana into her scope, allowing her to see Natsu and Zeke on Hargeon's beach. With a grin, the Guns Wizard readied her next spell, a yellow magic circle with a bullet epithet appearing in front of the barrel.

"Guns Magic: Horizon Bullet!" With a pull of her trigger, a magical bullet shot through the air, barreling towards Zeke and Natsu. The pink-haired man's ears twitched when he heard the shot.

"Incoming!" Natsu shouted before tackling Zeke into the sand as bullet destroyed the part of the seawall they'd been standing on. "What the hell was that?!"

Zeke quickly sat up and zoomed in again with his goggles, seeing Ripley on the roof of the yacht. The two were forced to evade more Horizon Bullets that sent sand flying high in the sky when they hit the beach.

"Looks like one of Salamander's lackeys has long-range magic," Zeke stated before noticing that they had begun to attract the attention of Hargeon's citizens. "Natsu, try to get the rubberneckers away from the beach."

"Got it!" Natsu replied before running towards the townspeople. "You guys better high-tail it out of here! Things are about to get crazy magical!"

As Natsu tried to get the townsfolk away from the beach, Zeke stood defiantly, Ripley right in his sight. He conjured another arrow, this one with an arrowhead shaped like a stick of dynamite. "Alright, lady. You picked the wrong wizard to pick a firefight with. Arch Shot: Demolition Arrow!"

Ripley barely had time to roll away as Zeke's spell hit the roof, exploding upon impact. She quickly aimed and fired another Horizon Bullet that Zeke was forced to dodge. The two then proceeded to engage in a long-range battle, each of them launching spells from a great distance and dodging when they needed to. However, since Ripley and her allies were on a boat, they were slowly losing as Zeke's spells kept blasting more of the yacht apart.

As this was going on, Lucy and Happy emerged from the sea, the blonde having recovered her keys from the ocean floor. Lucy looked at the yacht with a determined smirk as she grabbed a golden key. "Here we go. Open, Gate of the Water Bearer - Aquarius!"

Lucy plunged the key into the water and a blue magic circle with a cross epithet appeared. With a burst of mana and water, a blue-haired mermaid with a dark blue tail appeared before Lucy and Happy, a blue and silver urn in her hands.

"That was awesome!" Happy cried out with joy.

"That's the power of a Celestial Wizard," Lucy explained. "I can summon spirits from the Celestial Realm to assist me in battle."

She turned and pointed at the yacht. "Listen up, Aquarius. I want you to use your magic to push that ship back into the port." However, the spirit glared at Lucy with piercing blue eyes and grit her teeth. "Hey," Lucy exclaimed. "Drop the attitude and help me!"

"Let's get something straight…" Aquarius said, her voice low and dangerous as water began to flow around her, and she narrowed her eyes at Lucy and Happy, sending shivers down their spines. "…the next time you so much as think about dropping my key, you're dead."

"U-understood," Lucy squeaked out while Happy let out a terrified whimper as Aquarius unleashed her spell and a torrent of ocean water was sucked into her urn.

"Poseidon's Wrath!" With a ferocious yell, Aquarius launched a tidal wave at the yacht…that also engulfed Lucy and Happy. Back on the yacht, Alyssa was in the midst of blocking Kurohebi's blows and Salamander's flame magic, only for the three wizards, Ripley, and the goons to notice the sudden shadow cast over the boat. They looked up and gaped at the massive tidal wave heading their way.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" the slavers all shouted.

"¡SANTO CIELO!" Alyssa yelled as the yacht was consumed by the wave.

Back on the shore, Zeke's eyes and mouth widened in shock at the approaching water. The green-eyed man quickly turned around and ran towards Natsu and the crowd. "EVERYONE, RUN FOR IT!"

Natsu and the townsfolk turned and balked at the sight of the rapidly approaching wave and attempted to high-tail away from the beach. As the wave was about to hit the shore, Zeke grabbed Natsu and created a green barrier around them just as the tidal wave consumed them and Hargeon's shore.

Luckily the seawall blocked the bulk of the water and what water made it past did barely any damage as Hargeon's buildings were built to withstand flooding. And as fast as it came, the water receded, revealing that Zeke had fallen on top of Natsu, the two men groaning in pain.

"Where the hell did that come from?" Natsu groaned out as Zeke got off him.

"No idea. Maybe one of Salamander's lackeys di-" As the brunette opened his eyes, he realized that his magic goggles had been shattered. "Damn it! I just bought these!"

"LET'S HIGH-TAIL IT, LADIES!" The two wizards looked and saw that Salamander's yacht had crashed into the shore, waking the girls and giving them the opportunity to escape

At the same time, Lucy and Happy washed up on the shore, the blonde coughing up seawater while the cat ended up buried head-first in the sand. Lucy then noticed Aquarius floating next to her.

"What's the big idea?! You think you could've tried not to sweep me up with the ship?!"

"Oh, that was an accident," Aquarius replied with a smile. "I didn't mean to get the ship."

"YOU WERE AIMING FOR ME?!" Lucy yelled as her spirit turned away.

"Don't call me for a while," the mermaid said with a haughty smirk. "I'm going on a week-long vacation with my boyfriend. And he's hot."

"You don't have to rub it in!" Lucy shouted as her spirit returned to the Celestial Realm. Suddenly, Lucy, Happy, Natsu, and Zeke's attention was brought to the yacht by Alyssa's yells as she was sent flying by Salamander's Flame Magic and crashed into the beach.

"Alyssa!" Natsu and Zeke shouted as they rushed towards her. They quickly helped her up and saw the slavers walking towards them, Salamander, Kurohebi, and Ripley all seething with rage.

"I've had enough of this!" Salamander shouted as he conjured up a magic circle in front of him. "I'll burn all you idiots to ash with a single spell! FLAME MAGIC: PROMINENCE TYPHOON!"

Natsu pushed Zeke and Alyssa out of harm's way and was completely consumed by a swirling pillar of fire.

"NATSU!" Lucy yelled while Kurohebi cackled.

"Aw, isn't that sweet? Pinkie sacrificed himself to save his buddies," Kurohebi said with a bemused smirk.

"Looks like Fairy Tail ain't all it's cracked up to be," Ripley taunted. But suddenly, Zeke and Alyssa began to chuckle, confusing everybody.

"Oh, please. As if Natsu could be killed by fire magic," Zeke said with a smirk of his own.

"How're the flames, tesoro mio?" Alyssa asked.

"Not gonna lie…" Natsu's voice came from within the inferno. "…it's pretty gross."

"HE'S STILL ALIVE?!" The trio of slavers cried out. What happened next utterly baffled everyone except Zeke, Alyssa, and Happy. A loud slurping sound was heard across the beach, the fire began to shrink. It shrank further until everyone could see that Natsu was actually eating the fire! Aside from his burnt coat, he was completely unharmed.

"Thanks for the meal, poser," Natsu said as he tore off the remains of his coat, revealing an open black and orange-trimmed vest, his muscular torso and arms, a black wristband on his left wrist, and a red Fairy Tail mark on his right shoulder. "Now, I've got a fire in my belly that's raging to get out!"

Natsu then smashed his fists together, conjuring up an orange circle with a dragon epithet in front of him. He then sucked in a massive amount of air. "Fire Dragon's Roar!"

From his mouth, Natsu unleashed his own torrent of flames. Salamander evaded with his Red Carpet spell, and Kurohebi boosted his legs to get himself and Ripley rolled out of the way. The rest of the slavers panicked and ran as Natsu's spells destroyed the remains of their yacht.

"A Fairy Tail wizard with spiky pink hair, a scaly scarf, and unique fire magic," Kurohebi said as his eyes widened in realization. "Bora, this guy's the real Salamander!"

"Natsu's Salamander?!" Lucy exclaimed.

"Don't use my real name, you idiot!" the man called Bora said as Natsu, Alyssa, and Zeke stood together, staring the other trio down.

"Bora Solak, or Bora the Prominence as he likes to call himself," Happy said, surprising Lucy. "I've heard of this guy; he used to be a member of the guild Titan Nose but got kicked out for bad behavior."

(Music Que - Fairy Tail Main Theme)

"We should probably introduce ourselves," Natsu stated as the air around him began to heat up. "I'm Natsu Dragneel, the Fire Dragon-Slayer!"

"My name's Alyssa Grunewald!" Alyssa said as she moved into a fighting stance. "And they call me the Boost Queen!"

"The name's Ezekiel Hudson, archer extraordinaire and proud heir of the heroic Hudson legacy," Zeke said as he tossed aside his broken goggles. He then pulled down his shirt collar, revealing a green Fairy Tail guild mark just below his left collar bone. "And you assholes are dealing with the greatest team Fairy Tail's ever had: Bravestar!"

'THEY'RE TEAM BRAVESTAR!' Lucy thought in absolute shock. These weirdos she'd bought lunch for were the infamous Team Bravestar she'd read so much about. While Fairy Tail wizards were known for being rowdy, she had read about a trio of wizards that went overboard during their fights, even by their guild's standards. Because of this, Bravestar was also known as Fairy Tail's Demolition Team.

"Pay attention! Because this is what real Fairy Tail wizards can do!" Natsu shouted, charging ahead, his fists engulfed in orange flames.

"S-Stay back!" Bora shouted. "Flame Magic: Red Shower!"

Bora unleashed a barrage of fireballs at team Bravestar. Natsu didn't even bother to dodge and ran straight towards Bora. Natsu leapt into the air with a burst of flame with a blazing right fist.

"Fire Dragon's Blazing Fist!" With a powerful swing, Natsu punched Bora with enough force to send him flying into a nearby building.

"Try eating this, Salamander!" Ripley shouted as she aimed her pistols at Natsu. "Guns Magic: Rapid-Fire!"

"Nice try!" Zeke shouted, this time conjuring up an arrow with an arrowhead shaped like a bundle of smaller arrows. "Arch Shot: Arrow Volley!"

Zeke the arrow and in a flash of light, it split into a volley of 100 small arrows that tore through Ripely's bullets.

"Damn you!" Kurohebi shouted, charging at Zeke with mana flowing around his legs. He suddenly felt intense burning pain shoot through them. He let out a pain yelled as he slowed to a crawl, allowing Alyssa to jump in and catch his hand.

"Looks like you copied my magic's weakness too!" Alyssa proclaimed as she channeled magic through her arms. "Boost Magic: Grand Toss!"

With a powerful swing, Alyssa tossed Kurohebi over the wrecked yacht.

"Their magic is nuts," Lucy said, completely in awe as the trio continued to fight.

"Aye," Happy said and began to explain. "Zeke uses hereditary magic that only his family has called Arch Shot Magic. It has properties of both Archery and Light Magic. Alyssa's magic is Boost Magic. It can supercharge the caster's physical abilities, but using too much can damage their insides, so they need to have a strong body to use it properly. And Natsu's Fire Dragon-Slayer Magic gives him all the abilities of a fire dragon. So he's not only immune to fire, but he can also replenish his mana by eating it."

Ripley scowled as she aimed Zeke and Alyssa, but Natsu charged at her, his arms now coated in fire.

"Fire Dragon's Wing Attack!" With a swing of his arms, Natsu unleashed twin torrents of fire at Ripley and blasted her into the water, knocking her unconscious. Bora emerged from the rubble of the building atop his red carpet with a wild and crazed look on his face.

"DAMN YOU ALL!" Bora screamed as a massive magic circle appeared beneath him. "BURN IN HELL!" A gargantuan crimson fireball in the shape of a skull formed above his head. "FORBIDDEN FLAME MAGIC: RED SK-"

"Arch Shot: Demolition Arrow!" Before Bora could finish his incantation, Zeke fired a magic arrow at Bora's fireball. The explosion was seen and heard all across Hargeon and beyond as Bora was blasted out of the air. As Bora fell to the ground, his eyes widened when he saw Alyssa charging at him, the magic around her arms glowing far brighter than before.

"Hey, stronzo!" Alyssa shouted. "This is what you get for impersonating my boyfriend! Boost Magic: Grand Combo-Punch!"

As soon as Bora came within arms' length, Alyssa unleashed a ferocious barrage of supercharged punches. And with a final solid right hook, the fake Salamander was sent flying into the town, crashing into a nearby water fountain. And with that, the battle between team Bravestar and the slavers reached its end.

(Music End)

"Alright! We won!" Natsu shouted as he and Zeke shared a fist bump. They ran up the seawall's stairs to join Alyssa.

"We rock!" Alyssa cheered as she and Zeke then did a double high-five, which she immediately regretted it as her arms began to hurt. "Owie."

"Oh, crap! Sorry, Alyssa," Zeke replied.

"It's okay. They're just a little sore," she said. But before the trio could continue their celebration, they heard something fall and break. Turning around, they saw that the fountain Alyssa had knocked Bora into had broken in half. They also finally noticed that while the buildings in Hargeon were mostly fine, most of the street had been upended by the tidal wave, and the buildings closest to the beach had been hit by some stray spells.

"You guys were amazing, but you really overdid it!" Lucy exclaimed as she and Happy approached the three.

"Well, I can't argue with that," Alyssa said, rubbing the back of her head with a nervous laugh. However, Natsu genuinely chuckled.

"Actually, this is pretty good by our standards," Natsu said.

"Aw, man!" Zeke exclaimed as he started pulling his hair. "Master Makarov's gonna have an ulcer when he hears about this."

"To be fair, Lucy and the fish lady did most of the damage," Happy said.

"Hey!" the blonde shouted.

"You caused that tidal wave?!" Zeke yelled. "And what fish lady are you talking about?!"

Before they could continue their conversation, Natsu's ears picked the sound of marching feet. He spun around and saw a large group of soldiers clad in orange & blue uniforms marching through the town."Oh shit! It's the Rune Knights!"

"The army's here?!" Lucy shouted.

"Run for it!" Zeke shouted as the five bolted away as fast as they could, Natsu grabbing Lucy by the arm.

"Why are you taking me?" Lucy asked as she was dragged off.

"You said you wanted to join Fairy Tail, right?" Alyssa asked. Lucy's eyes widened in disbelief. Actual Fairy Tail wizards were inviting her to join their guild. As they ran, the blonde saw that the four guild wizards had sincere expressions on their faces, even as they ran for their lives.

"So, let's go!" Natsu said excitedly. Lucy smiled back at them, slipping her arm out of Natsu's and started willingly running away with the four.

"Alright!" Lucy cheered with an ear to ear smile as the five ran out of Hargeon. It had been a crazy day, but Lucy had a feeling that things would only get better from here.

And indeed, the five friends would back on this night and realize that it was this day in Hargeon when their legend truly began.

Elsewhere…

On top of a snow-covered mountain caught in a raging blizzard, a fierce battle had just reached its conclusion. A lone mage stood amongst the corpses of over a dozen ape-like creatures, out of breath and barely holding himself up with his broadsword. The man appeared to be in his early forties. He had black eyes, slicked-back dark blue hair, and his outfit consisted of an open white coat with blue inner-lining, rolled up brown pants held up by a white belt, an s-shaped necklace hanging around his neck, and a pair of dark brown loafers.

'Well, that about wraps things up,' the man thought to himself, standing up as his broadsword vanished in a dark blue light. 'Time to head home.'

Unfortunately, one of the ape creatures the man had been fighting was rather clever, playing dead amongst its brethren. With his foe's guard down, the beast howled and attacked, the raging winds drowning out the man's screams.

To be continued…

Author's Note 2: Back when I wrote the first chapter of A New Day five years ago, I had no idea how much that story would mean to me. Writing AND and its sequels helped me improve my writing skills more than I ever imagined. And it was through these Fairy Tail stories that I met my co-writer, editor, and one of my best friends, xpegasus.

But recently, as I reread A New Day while compiling that story and sequels together, I realized just how flawed it was. I barely broke away from the canon, limiting my creativity and original flare. I also didn't really know whether I wanted to stick with the original Fairy Tail magic system for awhile, winging it until me and XPegasus sorted out the details midway through Homecoming. And I realized that it can be hard to get people invested in the later parts of my story if the beginning is mediocre.

So, now with years of experience under my belt, my best friend at my side, and a firm idea for where I want my Fairy Tail story, I've decided to reboot the Fairy Mythos Series. Or as it's going to be known from now on, Fairy Tail: The Bravestar Saga!

I hope that everyone who's followed all of my Fairy Tail stories until now will join me and xpegasus as we venture once again into this magical world. And hopefully, we'll make a lot of new friends and fans along the way.

Next Chapter: The Brawl at Mt. Hakobe!

See you next time!

#Fairy Tail #Fairy Tail: The Bravestar Saga #fanfiction #Lucy Heartfilia #Natsu Dragneel #Happy #Alyssa Grunewald #Ezekiel 'Zeke' Hudson #Bora #Kurohebi #Ripely #Aquarius

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a-damn-good-medic · 4 years

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Really Long Character Survey

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TAGGED. Stolen from: @cromwellharvests

BASICS.

FULL NAME : Charlotte Beatrice Samaritan NICKNAME : Lottie, Trixie (older brother only), Samaritan, Samari AGE : 21 (1915 – She turns 22 after the Promised Day) BIRTHDAY : 17th August 1893 NATIONALITY : Amestrian-Aerugian – though born and raised in Amestris LANGUAGE / S : Amestrian, conversational Aerugian SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Heterosexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Panromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Single HOME TOWN / AREA : Limoux (based off of this map), South Region, small town roughly 25-30 miles east-north-east of Fotset CURRENT HOME : lives in military barracks near to where she’s stationed, she’ll often say she’s “going home” when visiting her family PROFESSION : a medic to her core

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Black, 2a/2b wavy/curly hair, down to mid-back/the bottom of shoulder blades; pulled into a pony tail or bun for work reasons EYES : Honey brown – her father’s FACE : heart-shaped, light freckles across bridge of nose and cheek bones; somewhat baby-faced; fresh-faced LIPS : slightly thinner than average, upwards tilt on either side COMPLEXION : warm skin tone, freckles as mentioned above, skin tends to go through patches of dryness every few months BLEMISHES/SCARS : medium sized one on her left temple acquired from injury during active duty, but it’s mostly covered by her hair; a few smaller ones on other parts of her body acquired in a similar manner including one in the middle of her left pinkie finger TATTOOS : I have been toying with the idea of having a red cross (like the medical symbol) on the side of her left shoulder HEIGHT : 5′2″ WEIGHT : 112lbs. BUILD : neat hourglass shape, toned arms and legs, well built FEATURES : none particularly stand out ALLERGIES : None USUAL HAIR STYLE : Whilst at work, pulled back into a ponytail or a bun; outside of work tends to leave it down unless doing something where it needs to be/it’s better to keep it out of the way USUAL FACE LOOK : looks either busy in thought or bored, there is no in-between; she’s also an occasional victim of resting b!tch face; however will brighten up when approached by someone USUAL CLOTHING : military uniform is worn regularly; she loves her boots and will often wear them with other pairs of trousers; relatively simple clothing, rarely goes shopping for clothes, if she’s wearing something new most likely her mother sent it to her; dislikes long-sleeved shirts and prefers no sleeves altogether, tends to stick to three or four outfits which she cycles through; favours trousers, saves skirts and dresses for special occasions or good weather

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEARS : despite her profession death is a big one; emetophobia (fear of vomiting, especially in a public place/away from home); despite loving the appearance of lightning, thunder during storms triggers varying levels of anxiety ASPIRATIONS : to help as many people as she can, to improve awareness and treatment of mental illness which are often overlooked (especially the effects military service has on individuals) even if it’s just on an individual basis, to settle down with someone and raise a family POSITIVE TRAITS : sweet, charming, protective, compassionate, level-headed, genuine, dedicated, perceptive, ballsy, cheeky, forward NEGATIVE TRAITS : overemotional; gets attached too easily; unforgiving or (depending on circumstance) holds a long-standing grudge; unsure of her position when in a new place so feels she has to justify herself and her abilities/work, leading to her being very short with some people; can be rash and impulsive when it comes to her patients, would rather throw herself into danger with them than leave them on their own MBTI : ISFJ-A – the Defender ZODIAC : Leo TEMPERAMENT : phlegmatic SOUL TYPES : server, priest ANIMALS : turtle, dog, snake VICE / HABITS : losing track of time and taking very long showers; staying up too late; shakes her head side to side when she yawns, as if waking herself up; chewing on the end of a pen; repeatably pops on/off snap poppers on clothing, especially if they’re on the end of her sleeves FAITH : agnostic though will often fall back on religion when she can’t do anything to help a situation (e.g. she’ll resort to praying if a situation is dire) GHOSTS ? : nope AFTERLIFE ? : wants to believe in the afterlife but can’t quite bring herself to REINCARNATION ? : wants to believe in reincarnation more than the afterlife but again, can’t quite bring herself to ALIENS ? : probably, but accepts that that question won’t be answered in her lifetime POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : wish-washy; goes through periods of being furious with the political climate (often when issues arise) whilst remaining up to date, and times of just ignoring it/not being too involved; however, stands (and somewhat fights) for equality across the board as well as protesting to protect the freedom of choice EDUCATION LEVEL : due to growing up in the middle of nowhere, she only attended a small school which obviously limited her education to the point where I argue that she probably left school at 14 (due to context of schooling in the early 1900s) like everyone else who lived in the area; received specific training when she enlisted to become a medic; spends time reading up on other medical techniques/treatments that she wasn’t taught at the academy; some basic knowledge on how the family business is run, but she never expected to inherit it and therefore didn’t spend much time considering it

FAMILY.

FATHER : Lucian Samaritan MOTHER : Silvia Violetta Fontana SIBLINGS : she’s the second eldest of seven with six brothers, Andrew, Samuel, Seth, Kent, Isaac, and Wyatt EXTENDED FAMILY : Henrik and Eleanor (paternal grandparents) NAME MEANING / S : Charlotte – female version of Charles – meaning “man, army, warrior”; Samaritan – following Arakawa’s lead, she’s named after the FV104 Samaritan, which is an armoured ambulance.

FAVORITES.

BOOK : fiction, often books from her childhood which are mainly coming-of-age stories; she does also have a soft spot for biographies or journals of people who have similarities to her (whether that be type of job, favourite hobbies, Southern region background/childhood, etc.); keen to read any medical journals that she can get her hands on 5 SONGS : her favourites tend to be country or folk-songs, songs with a story or meaning; she also holds a soft spot for swing DEITY : although she relies on religion in dire situations, she doesn’t believe in the afterlife because she doesn’t believe in a supreme being/creator HOLIDAY : tries to get time off to go home to visit family on holidays, but will conspire with her older brother to make sure that they are either both home or both away; because of this, holidays get ‘postponed’ in the Samaritan household until the two can find time to get away; tends to be a busy household due to numbers, with Lottie being liable to drag a couple of friends with her if they have nowhere to go MONTH : September SEASON : Autumn PLACE : the large barn at Willowbranch Acres, the family home; the narrow top floor was claimed by the kids soon after it was built, with it being full of cushions, blankets, rugs, as well as a couple of hobby items; it’s always there when you need time to think and space away from the likeable chaos WEATHER : sunny, clear skies but with a mild cooling breeze, not too hot, not too cold; lightning on a dark, cloudy night, despite dislike of thunder that is too close SOUND : humming from down the hall; light playing of a piano; muffled voices and music of a tavern/pub as you walk by; crunching of leaves and heavy footsteps as you run through the woods SCENTS : warm bread, lilies, apple blossom, TASTES : chocolate, orange juice, apple cider, well-done buttered toast FEELINGS : long hot shower, the first gust of wind after a stifling train journey, a dog curled up beside you, forehead kisses and touches ANIMALS : love dogs with a passion, wanted one desperately as a kid before she received Sven on her 16th birthday, has a soft spot for donkeys, cows, and horses as well due to their present back in her hometown NUMBER : 8 COLORS : white, beige, black, all kinds of blue and fall colours (specifically the oranges)

EXTRA.

TALENTS : deescalating or delaying conflicts; decent with a pistol; scarily good with a bow and arrow; telling when someone is lying or telling a half-truth; coincidentally getting away with only telling half-truths instead of outright lying whilst having the same effect BAD AT : keeping herself healthy (well-fed, good sleep schedule, enough liquids); going to bed at a decent time when she doesn’t have to get up at a particular time the next morning; taking out someone in order to ensure her safety; shutting up when someone is threatening her; remaining impartial; cooking or baking more than the three dishes she has down; keeping a straight face after saying something that she thinks is ~hilarious~ TURN ONS : really enthusiastic about a hobby; susceptible to gingers/redheads for some reason ¯\_(ツ)_/¯; also susceptible to short beards, van dykes and goatees; confidence; good sense of humour; ideally intelligent (not necessarily academically though, can be on a very niche topic) TURN OFFS : when they won’t take a hint that she’s not interested; people who insult the person they were just hitting on because they got rejected; shallow but if they’re shorter than her; honest to god, bad mustaches (the roystache I’m looking at you (≖ ‿ ≖ ) ); HOBBIES : Soapbox/Baby cart races; swing dancing; violin; piano; running; sparring; singing; walking in the countryside; archery TROPES : Girl Next Door, Loyalist, Farmer’s Daughter, The Reliable One, Big Brother Instinct, Good is Not Soft, The Heart, Technical Pacifist

#Getting to know [About]#They see me scrolling [Dash Memes]

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ksoap-ie · 5 years

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My Brother’s Best Friend - 2 Taehyung x Reader

"Being Park Jimin's sister hasn't exactly been a blessing. Although I do in fact love my brother, it's always a struggle to get people to recognise my passion when someone else is already so high above me...

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Disclaimer: In no way am I dissing Jimin or his family in this fanfiction. Everything that I am writing is completely made up and for plot line purposes only. I love Jimin and his family very much so please don't think otherwise. Thank you.

Masterlist

"I'm going to a company in Seoul to train in singing and dancing so that one day I can perform..." "Come again?" I sit on my knees excitedly, "my brother, Park Jimin, is going to become an idol?" Jimin laughs, vigorously nodding his head. "Yes, I am." "As in, Big Bang kind of idol?" "Yes..." "As in, 4minute kind of idol?" "Yes!" "An in-" Jimin playfully lets out a quiet yell while shoving my shoulder. He does it lightly but it's enough to make me fall onto the bed covers. Letting out a small giggle, I get up and shove him back and it turns out to be a mini war inside my bedroom.

At some point Jimin falls off the bed and lands on the hard wooden floor. Grinning, he climbs back on the bed as our laughter dies down. "But really, [Nickname] I'm going to be an idol." "I know..." I pause for a few seconds before a smile tugs on the edges of my lips, "and you know what?" A silence follows not long after my voice speaks. "I'm very proud of you, Park Jimin."

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While Jimin was living his last few days of being a trainee and being desperately close to taking the next step of being an idol, I was doing my last art exams. It was very difficult to say the least. Especially since I'd much rather be cheering my older brother on during his debut but it was hard to find the time to even see him.

Luckily, on the 13th of June my school suddenly decided to shut down due to many teachers being sick and the school not being able to cover lessons. I was able to go visit Jimin and his members for the first time ever.

I arrived at BigHit only ten minutes before the boys debut so I was told to go where the cameras were recording the boys who were on the stage. Sitting down on a metal chair in the audience, I looked up at the stage. The boys were coming on. The camera started rolling. Park Jimin was debuting.

Once the the lights dimmed down and the and the music faded out, the girls in the audience stared screaming. Meanwhile, the newly debuted boy group bowed thankfully before heading backstage. As soon as they left, I got up from the hardened metal chair. A stabbing pain twisted in my back, however that didn't stop me from wrapping my fingers around the previously brought plastic shopping bags and walking backstage. Loud screams and talking was heard from the door that lead backstage. The screams seemed to be from someone younger as well as laughter coming from a voice which was more deeper then normal. Grabbing the handle, I opened the door and the view of backstage lays before me. Near the door where I was standing, was Jimin. His hair was still dark brown and he was wearing the same clothes he wore on stage. A black cap patterned with shades of orange and yellow was placed backwards on his head. He wore a black tank top that had shiny, gold writing printed onto the chest, it read: 'A FENDI BAG AND A BAD ATTITUDE' and showed off his muscles. Underneath his black shorts with gold detailing around the sides that stopped long before his knees were thigh-high socks. Three white stripes were sewn onto the black socks just under his knees. To finish off his look, Jimin wore simple black trainers, except his midsole and foxing being white. A gold chain hugged his neck and finally on one hand he wore a golden bracelet and on the other was a similar golden watch.

Jimin's eyes glanced towards the door as it opened and quickly said goodbye to the camera. Not long after, he rushed in my direction, immediately taking the plastic bags from my hands. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be at school right now. You do know it's a Thursday right?" Laughing at his continuous questions, I shook my head. "No, my school was shut down for today because there wasn't enough teachers to teach classes so luckily we could have a day off. But Jiminie..." After hearing his name he makes a quiet 'hm' sound. Whilst grinning I wrap my arms around his shoulders and jump up and down squealing like the girls in the audience. "I'm so proud of you, I hope you know that. I mean, my idiot of a brother, becoming an idol. That's going to take some time to get used to... really though you're doing great. It's going to get harder but you've always got your younger sister support you in Busan, okay? Okay."

A grin stretches on Jimin's plump lips and he parts his lips as if to say something. However, the man with the deep voice flings his arm around my brothers shoulder. He is a lot taller then Jimin, probably a few inches or so. His hair is partly dyed, on the top of his head is a curly mess of light brown and underneath is an undercut which is a dark shade brown, almost black. Now looking at his face, his ears are noticeably larger then average. His lips curve into a boxy smile with teeth white as freshly fallen snow. Gleaming, his black eyes are painted in eyeliner giving the man an almost rebellious, perhaps emo look. The makeup which he's wearing gives the impression that this man is not someone you'd want to mess with despite having an immense smile planted on his face. "Who's this Jimin?" Said name looks up at the curtly mess and forms crescent moons on his eyes. "This is my sister, Y/N, she came to see my today from Busan. I think I've told you about her before." "Hm..." The man places his index finger and thumb on each side of his chin as if in thought, "the sister that had a crush on her home room teacher? Or the one that tried to crawl into the back of an ice cream van?" My face immediately turns red and I look at Jimin in disbelief. "You told someone about that? Jimin I told you not to tell anyone!" Jimin starts laughing the moment I start hitting him uninterruptedly. "So that was you?" The curly mess asks, "Jimin talks about you a lot. I'm Kim Taehyung, stage name is V." A boxy grin is formed on his face and he makes a peace sign backwards, making the letter 'V' with his middle and index finger. I grin and bow at him. "It's nice to meet you." Then, heavy footsteps belonging to a lanky man come towards us. He is dressing in black like the others with a fire-like pattern printed onto his t-shirt. Hidden underneath is a long-sleeved shirt and black jeans which are covered up with black socks similar to Jimin's. Dangled from his neck is a golden chain and to finish off the look he had black sunglasses placed on the bridge of his nose. "Hello, my name is-" if I remember right, his name tag said- "RM." He takes of his glasses and instead puts them so they're hanging off his collar, meanwhile I slightly bow. "Your the leader, right? Nice to meet you, I'm Jimin's sister, Y/N." "It's good to meet you as well, Jimin talks a lot about you." He laughs, resting his hand at the back of his neck, fingers fiddling with the chain that's hanging. "Would you like to take a seat? You can meet the other members and also talk with Jimin as much as you want, I'm sure you both missed each other." I smile at him, and nod.

Warmth suddenly crawls up my hands and an unknown feeling of comfort lingers inside my soul. Large fingers embrace themselves around mine, emitting security from such a simple gesture. With a light yet abrasive tug, I stumble on my feet as they are forced forward. My eyes glance towards the culprit face for a split second. Time seems as if it stops despite it being not very long. The corner of his lips grew into a boxy smile belonging to the one and only. Kim Taehyung. "HEY! Kim Taehyung-"

————————— "-! What are you doing with my sister?!" Taehyung's grasps mine tighter as he drags me away from my older brother. It's after the last shoot of the boys most recent song, DNA. BTS have been getting more and more popular as days go on, in fact they are even known around the world by many. For me, I've now finished school. Unfortunately Mum, Dad and Jimin couldn't attend my graduation. None of them could find the time since they're all busy with work but it's okay, I'm just glad it's over. Recently I've applied for a job in design, the employer needed someone that was willing to spend time coming up with creative pieces so they they could advise illness which are often brushed away. It's been about a month so hopefully I'll be told if I've got the job or not yet.

A pain shoots through my hand, pausing my train of thought abruptly. "Run, Y/N! Run!" Oh right... "Quickly go now! He'll catch you!" Only a few meters away, lays Taehyung. His ash grey hair is spread out along the floor, as he speaks his breath falls out uneven. His arms are surprisingly pinned down by Jimin, who's seemingly laughing with the exception of his expression.

I push myself from the floor and start sprinting as quick as possible from a sweet danger.

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drowning-in-dennor · 5 years

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Infiltration

Henrik’s rival shows up to his dance, hidden and ready to retrieve what is rightfully his.

(Based on this prompt by @the-modern-typewriter.)

(This story contains mentions of abuse and panic attacks. Those who find these topics unsettling may want to refrain from reading.)

He can recognise some, but not all of his guests, even when concealed by their elegant masks. Henrik sees little Raivis in his snowy veil and forked tailcoat, spinning around like the elegant white wagtail he masquerades as; Tino in a black-spotted mask the colour of blood, almost blending in with the sangria drapes with his black-and-red suit - a seven-spotted ladybird, clearly.

As he raises a hand to adjust the jagged orange mask covering the top of his face, he wonders how many people know it’s him.

Like the tortoiseshell butterfly his costume is based on, Henrik walks down the stairs as elegantly as he can, smiling at guests and searching for a dance partner. Perhaps a shy young woman and her jewelled swan getup, or that charming lad with the frilled dress-shirt resembling a betta’s fins? None of them, not the crane with his crown of crimson, not the lynx with her pointed ears, stand out to Henrik.

Except one.

He lingers by the walls, gazing at the dancers with an unreadable expression. His collar and cravat are pure white, the hood covering his hair a dark brown. His suit, a worn-out-looking thing, is a pitch black. When Henrik approaches, he simply looks - no interest, no apprehension, no nothing.

Henrik bows, flashing his brightest smile. “Your costume is beautifully made,” he says, “and I’m sure that the face behind the mask is just as stunning.”

He lowers his head in thanks but does not reply, tugging a lock of wheat-gold hair away from his black mask.

“Would you be interested in a dance?” Henrik holds out one hand and gestures to the dance floor.

Mutely, he takes Henrik’s hand and allows him to lead him out onto the dance floor, to lace their fingers together and place a hand on their waist. Henrik leads the dance with steady steps, watching his partner’s cautious, light gait that reminds him of a hopping bird. When his partner raises his head and looks at Henrik, he notices just how much his eyes stand out from the mask - like a bluebird among ravens, like a cornflower out of dahlias.

He knows those eyes, he’s stared into them a million times, seen them ablaze with rage and dulled by defeat, glittering with joy and clouded with concern. But Henrik pushes those thoughts away. He will not start a fight in the middle of a ballroom.

CRASH.

They break away and stop their dance, looking around for the source of the noise. Henrik’s partner gasps when he sees it - an attendant on the ground, surrounded by shattered glass and spilled water.

He’s heard that gasp before, in shock, in pain. He knows who the gasp belongs to.

Before he can react, his partner is off, pulling off silken gloves to help the attendant to his feet. He turns his hand, and the light shines on his right wrist - more specifically, the angry red scars that cover it.

Henrik throws away all doubt and waits until his partner returns, slipping his gloves back on. He takes his partner’s hand again and asks, “would you mind if we went outside?”

His partner narrows his eyes at him but doesn’t protest, keeping his grip on Henrik’s hand light as they step out of the ballroom and into the garden. Under lantern-light, they look at each other.

Reaching out a hand to brush the edge of his partner’s mask, Henrik smiles. “Your costume really is adorable. It’s... one of a white-throated dipper, I believe? It’s quite a whimsical bird.”

He says nothing.

“Thriving on land and in water, dipping in and out of the waves with ease,” Henrik continues, “strong when upholding an image of weakness. It suits you, Stellan.”

His rival slaps his hand away and stares at him, slowly tugging his hood back.

He leans closer to Stellan, pressing his lips near his ear. “Did you really think I wouldn’t recognise you with that thing on, hm?”

Stellan raises one hand to slowly take his mask off.

And he bolts.

He has a head start, but it’s Henrik’s garden, after all. He chases Stellan through the garden and into the patio, to the wall he knows the ladies gossip behind all the time. But nobody’s there, and he catches him there, pinning his wrists above his head and to the wall.

Stellan kicks at Henrik’s legs, struggling to set himself free. Henrik raises his head to look at him and finds his eyes widened with fear, silently pleading. The sleeve of Stellan’s suit falls back, revealing the crimson scars that mark his forearm - the marks left by his cruel family, Henrik remembers. What if someone held him like this before leaving those?

He loosens his grip on Stellan’s wrists, bringing one hand down to cup his cheek and gently wipe away a slowly-forming tear. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he reassures, “we’re not in a fight and we’re alone. You’re going to be fine.”

Breathing heavily, he stops fighting, although he continues to glare at Henrik.

“That’s it, keep taking deep breaths.” He waits until Stellan calms down and stop trembling, before asking his first question. “Now, what are you doing here?”

“The sceptre.” Stellan’s voice is cold, probably what the winter gales would sound like if they could talk. “They told me to take it.”

Henrik remembers the crystal staff in his room, some precious Norsson artifact one of his relatives stole maybe fifty years ago. “Always ‘they told me’. What if I sent you back with a message for them to go fuck themselves?”

Stellan looks upwards, at his pinned wrists and exposed arm, and his icy expression melts. “Then I’ll get another one of those.”

His blood boils, thinking again to the twisted Norsson family. Every scar on Stellan’s forearm is a failure, a reminder to always obey. Why can’t they fight me themselves? Henrik thinks furiously, why do they have to send Stellan to do it? He releases Stellan, wanting terribly just to tear his family apart.

Still standing against the wall and looking utterly terrified, Stellan gazes at Henrik. “You’re going to have me arrested, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not.” Henrik takes Stellan’s hand again, lacing their fingers and gently running his thumb over the palm of his hand. “I’m going to give you the sceptre, along with a little something else.”

...

Holding the sceptre’s orb, Henrik passes it to Stellan, careful not to touch the rod. “Both the pommel and the handle of this thing is coated in manchineel sap. Anyone who touches it is going to have their palm covered in some nasty blisters.”

Stellan takes the artifact, holding it so tightly his knuckles turn white. “That sounds painful. It would be a tragedy if Mother were to be subjected to that.”

Henrik laughs, pushing Stellan out of his room and leading him out of the manor. “A tragedy indeed.”

...

A/N: All the animals that the characters are dressed as represent a national animal of their country. For example, the white-throated dipper is Norway’s national bird, and the tortoiseshell butterfly is the national insect of Denmark.

#aph dennor #APH Denmark #APH Norway #aph fanfiction #APH Latvia #APH Finland #my writing

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angrylizardjacket · 5 years

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All That Glitters {Roger Taylor}

A/N: 1917 words! Hi, okay so this is really a bit of a weird one. It’s difficult to try and demonstrate such a visual medium through, you know, writing. So this is the teaser trailer for Giselle’s biopic that’s being made around the same time as BoRhap, or like, a little bit before. I think I’m gonna make the plot a separate post, so I guess enjoy this trailer lmao. Big Love to @ginghampearlsnsweettea, who I love and would die for, for being the co-captain of this runaway OC that’s gotten much more involved than I thought it would. I’d really really appreciate feedback on it.

[And All The Queen’s Men ‘verse masterpost]

All That Glitters (2018) | "Midas" Teaser Trailer [HD] | 20th Century FOX

[id: It’s a close up on Young Giselle’s hands playing the piano, playing the opening notes of what is recognisable as Trot, Canter, Pirouette (The Show Pony Song), she is wearing gold nail polish. The background is blurry but it shows a pale cream lounge room, an indistinct painting on the wall, and a beige sofa. Her father sits on the sofa, he wears a pale yellow sweater and beige slacks, and sits with one leg crossed over the other, he’s reading a thick, old book.

[GISELLE’S FATHER] Have I ever told you the story of King Midas?

Young Giselle’s hands still on the keys. The image fades through as the brass and drums section of the song come in and Trot, Canter, Pirouette (The Show Pony Song) plays over the following scenes;

We see a hazy room filled with golden light streaming in through a set of blinds on the right. Giselle sits in the middle of the shot, not facing the camera, on a brown leather sofa. Gold records lining the walls, and in front of her is a large, wooden desk with an ashtray on it, the person behind the desk is blocked from view mostly by Giselle, but it’s Ray Foster; he’s wearing a Hawaiian shirt.

Cut to; Giselle in a classroom, studiously taking notes. It’s mid afternoon, the light coming in hitting her face is a pale, cool yellow; mid-afternoon sunshine. She sits at a pale wooden desk, hunched over, wearing a soft orange sweater, but her pants are not visible. She’s surrounded by other students, all in greys and beiges, all taking notes; she stands out, vibrant amongst them. She looks up sharply, as if to take more notes and we cut to;

She’s sitting alone in a dressing room, looking into a mirror lined with golden bulbs; her hair is slicked back, she’s wearing a white silk slip dress; she’s wearing eyeliner and red lipstick, and is looking at herself a little disbelievingly. She turns to look over her shoulder, as if hearing her name; the camera pans to follow the movement and;

The camera keeps panning, keeping the movement kinetic as we see her on stage, looking back at her band with a nervous smile. She’s wearing a black velvet bouffant number, and the band are all dressed in black waistcoats ensembles with red pocket squares matching her lipstick. The camera pans around until it’s behind Giselle and she’s silhouetted by a warm white light against the darkness. After a beat, the lights come up on the audience to reveal a full house cheering for her.

Cut to; the lights are down on the audience but it’s a close shot of John Deacon watching her from the audience with an expression of awe, stage lights shining in his eyes; he’s on the very right of screen in the foreground. He’s near the middle on the bottom level of the theatre, the people in front of him as all standing, dancing together, some are jumping trying to get her attention. Giselle in the background, out of focus, is swaying to the music, eyes closed as she sings.

We see a wide shot, John and Giselle facing away from the camera, with Freddie Mercury, Roger Taylor, and Brian May in that order facing them. They’re in a rehearsal room, space half setup with a drum kit at the left of screen, a guitar case on the floor to the right of Brian, and a bass leaning up against the wall. The walls are dark wood varnish and all four members of queen are wearing pale or white clothes. Giselle wears a yellow sundress, her shoulders are tense.

Close shot of Giselle and Freddie shaking hands, both in profile, Freddie grinning and Giselle wearing a small smile.

Cut to; Giselle in Ray Foster’s office, the light is still golden, coming in through the blinds, but Giselle looks relaxed, her hair slicked back and wearing a black blouse and pencil skirt, one leg crossed over the other, arms out across the back of the brown leather sofa. She wears a smug smile.

[RAY FOSTER VOICE OVER] I’ve never had a single go gold like this before.

[GISELLE] It’s a blessing and a curse.

The music starts to really pick up as we get into the chorus, overladen with shouts of various and indistinct reporters as we fly through various headlines (‘A GENERATION’S INFATUATION WITH MEDIOCRITY’, ‘STEALING FROM ROYALTY’ accompanied by a picture of Giselle and Freddie having lunch together, ‘“JAZZ ROCK” PERFORMERS, POINTLESS AND PANDERING?”) and interviews with various people (‘The Secret Life of Giselle’ a very smug looking former assistant smiles at the camera, sitting primly as she’s interviewed. / ‘She Should Be So Lucky’ an angry reporter in a suit rants at the screen, flicking back and forth between the video of Giselle’s ‘the should be so lucky’ comment. / ‘Songbird of a Dying Genre’ interviews with critics (all of them old white guys) who just wave her off and roll their eyes.)

We zoom out of this final clip to see a wide shot of Giselle sitting at a desk at the very right of the screen, lit by the warm white light of a lamp while the rest of the room is lit by the cool blue light of the night sky streaming in through a large set of glass doors that separates her from the television that’s running the slander piece on her.

Close up over her shoulder reveals her to be writing the lyrics for Dinner and a Show and the music seamlessly transitions into a fast-paced version of Dinner and a Show as she rips the page from her notebook. The page moves to cover the screen for a moment and when it comes away we’ve transitioned to;

Giselle in her first performance at Top of the Pops, singing to a cheering crowd. She’s wearing a black, floor length slip gown with glass beaded detailing, and black gloves with red glitter and sequins on the hands, reminiscent of blood. Giselle belts along with the music as the song ends and there’s an extreme close up on her lips, painted red, with red glitter trailing from the corners. She takes in a shaking breath. The cheering grows louder, drowning out the final notes until it becomes overwhelming, and we can see that Giselle is still breathing hard, shaking a little. The sound and the picture fade out.

[GISELLE] (She sounds tired, a little forlorn) Everything I touch turns to gold.

It shows a close shot of Roger Taylor smiling mischievously at something on his left, he’s holding a cymbal in one hand and offers the other.

[ROGER] Is that a promise?

Cut to a shot of Giselle, standing up and looking over him, smirking and raising her eyebrows at him.

[GISELLE] (far happier, a little amused) I think it’s a threat.

Wide shot; she takes his hand. Trot, Canter, Pirouette (The Show Pony Song) picks up as soon as their hands touch. The song slowly gets faster over the following images.

Smash cut to the two of them on stage holding their joined hands above their head as they take a bow, in slow motion, facing an arena crowd in the middle of the day. Brian, Freddie, and John stand either side of them, but they’re the only two holding hands. Queen, again, is very casual attire, pale jeans and t-shirts and singlets, and Giselle wears a blood orange cocktail dress, off the shoulder, fitted until it flares out around her hips, falling just above her knees.

Cut to Giselle leaping into Roger’s arms wearing a white, flowing dress, and him in a fitted black tuxedo, he spins her around, kissing her passionately, and the camera spins the opposite way around them. They’re outside, under fresh green trees and dappled sunlight.

Cut to; Giselle and Roger are sitting on either ends of a sofa, their backs to the audience, watching the Rolling Stone Reporter pace back and forth, talking animatedly; the setting is a lot like Ray Foster’s office, however the decor is all modern, slick and white, and the fluorescent light bathes them all in a cold white light. Giselle and Roger share an amused look.

There’s a top-down shot of the two of them lying side by side in bed, but not touching. The bed is large with cream coloured sheets that are slightly tousled and plain white pillows, there’s a lamp on either side, illuminating them both in a peachy-gold light. Giselle wears a pair of pale blue pyjama shorts and a matching singlet top. Roger’s wearing a pair of tight black jeans and an open fringe vest. Neither looks happy; Giselle is contemplative and Roger is frowning. Giselle turns to look at him and the light around the room starts shifting until it’s made clear that these are two different shots side by side, spliced together. Roger reaches up and turns off his light, the whole room bathed in blue light, and he sits with his head in his hands at the edge of the bed. Giselle is still looking at the point where he was, squinting as a few golden-orange rays of a sunset hit her face. Roger looks up, as if he hears something, and walks out of shot.

Cut to a camera whip-panning to a moment during Freddie’s birthday party. Freddie stands in the middle of the frame, back to the camera, wearing his military jacket and ostentatious crown. The world around them is bright and joyful, with gold lights overhead, and the crowd in brown, yellow, and orange attire, but Giselle is wearing a midnight blue cocktail dress and a silver shawl, and Roger’s wearing a white blazer with blue shirt underneath. Freddie is standing between both of them in the foreground, separating them visually, and both look shocked, but Giselle doesn’t even look at Roger before she stalks off camera. He chases after her, both of them heading to the left and we crash cut to;

The music cuts out and we hear and see a door slam in Roger’s face. He’s still in the same outfit as the previous shot, but he’s put in sharp relief by the cold white light of a streetlamp, the rest of the world a dark grey-blue behind him. We fade to black.

A golden spotlight fades in with the first notes of Ache being played on piano, and the very faint roar of a crowd. All that can be seen is Giselle, illuminated by the singular spotlight, wearing a cool-toned copper, crushed velvet slip dress, tears in her eyes, everything behind her is a void of darkness. She’s holding a microphone, taking deep, shaking breaths.

[YOUNG GISELLE VOICE OVER] It sounds like he got everything he ever wanted.

Giselle takes a deep, shaking breath, closing her eyes, the sound of the crowd roaring and of Ache’s beginning dies down and a singular tear escapes her eyes.

[GISELLE’S FATHER VOICE OVER] Yes, but at a terrible price.

She opens her mouth to sing but we cut to black.

The title card; “ALL THAT GLITTERS” lights up in a block font, with lights in the letters, reminiscent of a Broadway sign. We hear Giselle sing ‘I feel the ache, feel the ache, feel the ache.’ but it’s just her vocals, ghostly, echoing, and a little ethereal. End id.]

#roger taylor #roger taylor x oc #roger taylor imagine #bohemian rhapsody #bo rhap #borhap #borhap imagine #and all the queen's men #giselle x roger #the angry lizard writes #queen

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blogmaria333ph · 6 years

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Forever Part 1: Farewells

All the role holders, aside from the Kings, were present at the tower.

The reason for their presence: the foreigner was about to leave their lives.

"Are you sure about this, Alice?"

Waist length brown hair fluttered ever so slowly as she nodded. Her teal green eyes sadly looked at each of them. Nimble fingers played with the hem of her blue Lolita dress. "I'm sure. I can't just run away from my responsibilities."

She looked at the blue eyes of the man with long dark blue hair. His hands were alternately playing with his clock-earring and clock-necktie. He had hastily put the black coat over the yellow vest.

"Julius. Stop overworking yourself. It's not healthy. You might end up getting sick one day." he only nodded at her, blue eyes shifting to look at the wall. "I know. I'll take care. I promise."

Satisfied with his answer, she turned to the man beside him. He had short silver hair reaching just below his chin. His lone silver eye looked at her with ill hidden sadness. A gold and black eye patch covered his right eye.

He had carelessly thrown a black coat over the frilly white dress shirt, before arriving. Alice caught sight of the familiar violet handkerchief in his breast pocket.

"Nightmare... I'll be blunt. You have to focus more on work. You only get as much work as you do because you're important. Okay?" she explained to him.

The man just pouted at her before nodding his head. Her teal eyes then trailed over to the blue haired man with a lizard tattoo. Said man's gold-yellow eyes looked at her with hope. The man wore a black jacket over a dark gray suit.

"Gray, if he still won't work... You can take him to the hospital." the look of hope turned into one of gratitude while Nightmare promptly choked.

Her gaze then focused on a woman with mid-back length red hair. "Sarah, try not to scare people so much, alright?" purple fox ears perked up at this.

The woman sighed, right hand resting on the blue star-shaped pendant situated on her blue shirt.

"Please, Sarah...?"

Sarah's blue eyes shone with understanding as she nodded. Alice gave her a smile before turning her attention to the two men behind Sarah.

They were twins wearing deep blue suits and white gloves. "Humpty." the one with red hair stopped playing with his axe to look at her. His blue eyes locked with hers.

"Dumpty." the purple haired man's yellow eyes met hers. "Take care of Sarah, okay?" they both smiled at her and saluted.

Alice looked at the duo beside Dumpty.

They, too, were twins.

Both wore an eye patch over their left eyes. They also wore black vests over gray shirts.

She looked to the one wearing a black jester's hat. His right hand was absentmindedly playing with strands of red hair while his single red eye seemed to take an interest in the ceiling.

"White, please don't take pleasure in others' misfortunes. I don't think it'll help you." The redhead nodded as he sighed softly. "As you wish, Miss Alice." she gave him a grateful smile before she faced his twin, whose left hand clutched tightly onto the black police cap.

"Black, don't be so rude. At least tone it down a bit." The man scowled at her, arms crossing over his chest. He mumbled a quiet 'whatever'. She gave him a stern look before moving her attention to a pair of teary-eyed twin children.

Both had hats the color of their eyes on their jet-black hair. "Dee," she started, looking at the blue-eyed boy who only looked at his brother. "Dum," she continued, now looking at the red-eyed child.

"Stop those meaningless fights you get into, alright? I don't want either of you getting hurt, or worse, dying on me. Okay?" the twins nodded at her.

Dee looked to the floor while his fingers played with the hem of his blue jacket. Dum looked to his left as his right hand clutched onto the sleeve of his red jacket.

"Okay, Big Sis." they said in sync.

She looked over to the man with curly blonde hair. Three black belts kept the man's black coat secured over his dark turquoise jacket. His left hand was clutching onto a tattered purple and gold scarf resting around his neck.

Sad blue eyes held her gaze as light brown rabbit ears drooped in sadness.

"Elliot," those long ears perked up as she started, "Take care of Blood and the twins for me and just stay yourself, as much as possible." Elliot smiled at this, cheeks taking on a light pink hue, before nodding.

She turned her attention to the man beside Elliot. He wore a black top hat adorned with cards and roses. A red bow kept the designs in place. Underneath the white coat, a white dress suit could be seen. Along the collar of the suit was a green bow-tie.

His right hand unconsciously played with strands of blue hair as his deep blue eyes looked away from her.

"Blood. Stop being a jerk. Otherwise, you'll be alone forever." she said.

"If you think just because you told me to, I'd..." he trailed off at the middle of his sentence. "-Sigh- Very well." Alice looked surprised for a moment before recovering and giving him a smile. She then looked over to a brunette man wearing a green vest.

A pair of goggles hung loosely around the man's neck. "Jericho... I wish you'd stop digging up graves." she received an apologetic smile for that. Her eyes met his dark blue ones. She turned to the young girl beside Jericho.

The girl's sad yellow-green eyes bore into her own. The girl wore a yellow dress underneath a priestess's robe. An elegant crown held the veil in place on her shoulder length silver hair.

Her left hand played with the lily, which rested behind her left ear.

"Crysta, promise not to hurt, kill or freeze anyone, 'kay?" the child sighed sadly but nodded nonetheless.

The man standing behind the child turned his head away from the scene, black rabbit ears drooping as always. A monocle was situated over his right eye, which was red, while his left eye was a dark gray color.

A small top hat adorned his short black hair.

The white tuxedo was ruffled under the triple colored vest. It was Crysta's idea to give him a vest with the color combination of yellow, pink and black. A yellow flower was pinned to the center of the tuxedo's collar.

His right hand was currently holding the large pink bow, usually found around his waist, tightly.

"Sidney... I'm guessing you're glad that I'll leave, huh?"

"Of course! Now, I can finally stop having to be anywhere near you at all!" Alice smiled sadly at him. "Either way, keep taking care of Crysta, alright?"

She turned to a pink haired man wearing a zippered black vest over a black shirt. A pink striped fur scarf was nestled around his shoulders in a carefree manner.

His pink cat ears perked up and his yellow eyes looked at her as she addressed him. "Boris, stop trying to sneak into the castle. You might get worse than just scratches someday. And stop bullying Pierce, okay?"

Boris gave a determined look before nodding his head.

She looked over to the man beside Boris. He was crying and thanking her repeatedly. Alice gave a sigh as she walked towards him.

Boris' earlier teasing had ruffled the black coat he wore. The black hat on the right side of his head was about to fall off any moment. He wore a pale yellow-collared shirt with a green necktie beneath the coat.

His green eyes looked at her with gratitude as she pet his orange hair. Light brown mouse ears twitched as she caressed them.

"Try and get more sleep in, Pierce. You can sleep at the tower if you like." she looked over to Julius and Nightmare for confirmation and was relieved to see both nod.

The man beside Pierce was pointedly looking at the scenery outside. His braided red hair could not hide his sad face nor could the glasses hide his sad blue eyes. His right hand played with the hem of his yellow jacket.

"Gowland, please continue to care for everyone...?" her request earned her a grunt from the man. "Next time... There'll be new, safe rides... So come by again someday," he told her. She gave a smile at the thought.

She turned her attention to a man with light brown hair. He just smiled at her, his red eyes locking with her teal eyes. He wore a red trench coat over a black shirt. "Ace, please don't treat life like it truly isn't important... Don't just kill and kill... Please?"

His left hand held his chin in a thinking pose as he hummed in thought. "As long as I get to hear your heartbeat again... I guess I could. Hahaha~" Alice sighed at his carefree attitude.

A woman with curly dark violet hair looked from Ace to Alice. "We shall miss you gravely, Alice." she said her purple eyes showing sadness. She wore a balloon gown patterned with red and black colors.

A black corset accented the gown, decorated with black bows and gold heart accessories. The corset's giant heart shaped collar framed her head. She held a scepter tightly in her right hand.

"Sorry, Vivaldi... I really like spending time with you... But I have my responsibilities at home." Vivaldi only nodded her head in a solemn manner. Alice then turned her attention to the one who brought her there.

He had white hair and red eyes. He wore a pair of frameless glasses. She noticed the pink-collared shirt and red-checkered jacket were hastily put on, if the ruffled appearance were any indication.

His right hand was fumbling with the red necktie while the other played with his pocket watch.

"Peter... Thank you for bringing me here. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to meet such wonderful people. Including you." red eyes widened at that.

"Me!?" he asked, surprised at what she'd said. "Of course... I know this may seem selfish, but I hope you read this once I leave?" she replied holding a maroon envelope in her hands.

"Anything for you, my dear!" he said with a smile.

"Alice." Julius called out. "It's time..." Alice took one last look at everyone before drinking the contents of the now full vial.

That's weird... I feel like... I missed something...

Just before she was able to think more on the subject, everything went black.

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[F] For the Prince

REQUESTED: a fluffy scenario where Jackson is a prince and you’re the village/town girl

Reader (you) x Jackson

Warnings: fluff???

Word Count: 2K

HI EVERYONE! I AM NOT DEAD AND I ACTUALLY HAVE THE TIME TO WRITE NOW YAY! THANK YOU ALL FOR WAITING SO PATIENTLY I’M ASHDASJL. Also, I hope you enjoy this scenario to whomever requested this haha! lots of love - Admin Rose

The high-street bakery was quintessentially English. The sign above the window was peeling somewhat; gold lettering was generously curled on a midnight blue background. In the bakery, the air was more delicious than any flavor. Somehow the aroma captured everything good: the filter coffee, the various cakes, the danish pastries. The blend was perfection. Just the smell of freshly baked cookies put a smile on your face as you looked outside the window, the morning sun glaring back at you.

It was peaceful and quiet as the village slept for another few minutes. You knew, as the clock started to ring its bell, that this store would be crowded with villagers, demanding for bread in the morning. Tying the apron around you waist, you sighed to yourself as you started to make your way into the kitchen, where you knew you were going to spend the rest of the day in.

As you stepped into the room, the aromatic fragrance of freshly baked cookies overpowered every other scent that lingered in the room. Its delectable aroma pervaded the air- an mélange of honeydew, orange preserves and dabs of cracking nuts. It was very tempting to grab and simply indulge in this decadent pleasure. Perhaps, that was a good idea.

Looking around, you decided to take the first bite. A delightful flavor flooded your mouth, and your senses basked in its luscious taste. There was a friable crunch and tangs of zest to which all coalesce to form a truly delicious dish-orange honey baked cookies.

“(Y/N)!” Your mother yelled from behind, ruining the moment with the pastry as well as freighting you to bits. “Put that cookie down!”

“Sorry, mother.” You mumbled as you shoved the rest of the crumbs in your mouth. “It was too hard to resist. I had to take one.”

“Those cookies are not for you,” Your mother stated as she grabbed a cardboard box from the side of the kitchen and placed it on the counter, “They’re for the royal family.”

“The king requested another batch of pastry?” You raised your eyebrows in disbelief, considering how much backing you’ve done this week for the royal family.

You watched as your mother started stacking the cookies in the box. Bits of hair were covering her face as you watch her quick small hands organize the cookies. “That’s right, my dear. The king is having a ball this week.”

“The one where the prince is suppose to choose his wife?” You asked as you started to help your mother pack the pastry.

“Yes.” Your mother nodded her head. “Princesses from different kingdoms are expected to arrive tomorrow morning for the ball. The poor boy has to choose one of those snobby maidens for the sake of his father.”

“Ma! I bet they are not all snobby.” You exclaimed as you closed the box.

“I highly doubt that. The princesses are there to marry for money, not for love. As well, this royal marriage will be beneficial for both kingdoms as it enhances military status.” Your mother explained as she started to wrap the box in light pink paper

“What about love?” You wondered, giving the box a white lovely bow on the top.

“My dear, there is no such thing as love for the royal family.” You mother sadly smiled as she handed you the box. “Now, before the village wakes up, I want you to take this box up to the palace and come back immediately. You know how busy this place gets in the morning.”

“Yes mother.” You sighed as you took the box into you hands. “I’ll be back soon.”

Quickly running out of the store, you untied the knots that kept your horse down before climbing up onto the saddle. With a minor struggle with your dress, you managed climb onto the horse with the box in one hand as the other grabbed the reins of your horse. Looking into the far distance, you spotted the castle upon the horizon with the sun started to rise behind the huge building. With on tug on the reins, your horse started to stride towards the castle with the cool morning air in your face.

The leaves scud over the ground and take small flights into the air as your horse passed by the. As you tossed your head back and raise your eyes to the sky, a smile spread from cheek to cheek. The branches sway like the arms in the cool breeze of the morning and it their chaotic dances were hypnotically beautiful. Your mind began to relax and you felt the happiness. This wind carried the fragrance of the woodland, the essence of the beauty of nature.

As you got closer to the palace gates, you saw a few guards walk over to you with their weapons in hand. Coming to a stop in front of the gates, you hopped off your horse with the box of cookies in hand.

“I’m here to deliver the pastry the king has requested.” You simply stated as the tall guards began to walk around you and your horse.

“The backdoor.” The guard replied back. You nodded your head, understanding what he meant by the backdoor. As a villager, you weren’t allowed in the palace unless you were a staff. The backdoor was the place where commoners like you entered through the palace.

“It won’t take long.” You said as you watched the gates open. You waited for the guard to nod his head in approval before you started to run around the castle, looking for the backdoor that everyone knew of. Spotting the wooden door near the garden, you immediately ran inside hoping someone would be there to take the package. However, to your surprise, it was empty.

“Hello?” You called out as your feet started to take little steps. The walls were built out of grey bricks with different entrances into the palace. You were afraid to go in any of the entrance because of the fear of getting scolded. You knew you didn’t belong here so the feeling of uncertainty and anxiousness consumed your stomach.

“Hello?” You repeated again as you raised your voice. “Is anybody here?”

“Yes!” You heard a rather deep and masculine voice call out from the left entrance. “I’m coming!”

Planting your feet on the ground, you straighten your dress and fixed your hair as you held the box close to your body. After a few moments of silence, a man appeared from the left entrance with a beaming smile on his face. As your eyes flickered up to his face, you widen your eyes in shock. He was strikingly handsome. His brown hair was slightly brushed to the side, his lips as red as cherry. He wore a white shirt with the top three buttons undone matched with black pants.

Since when did the palace hire handsome men?

“I-I’m here to deliver cookies for the king.” You stuttered, quickly snapping out of a dreamy trace the man has put you in.

“Perfect! I’ll take that.” The man smiled as he grabbed the box from your hands, his skin slightly brushing against yours. A blush crept up onto your face as you found yourself unable to control your emotions.

“How about you come in?” The man asked as he motioned you to follow him. “I need to give you something in return for this kind gift.”

“I really shouldn’t. I need to get going.” You refused, avoiding eye contact with him.

“It’ll just be a moment, I promise.” He insisted as he grabbed your arm and pulled you in. You really couldn’t resist at this point since he had a tight grip on you. A man who you barely even met for more than a minute was already touching your arm unexpectedly. Oddly enough, you weren’t complaining.

“I assume you’re from that family owned bakery the king always orders from?” The brunette asked as lead you towards a small counter and started opening the box of cookies.

“Yes.” You shyly replied back, observing him from the side.

A moment of silence passed between the two of you before he spoke up again, “Can I take a bite of one?”

“Well they are for the prince. I’m not sure if there will be enough for everyone if you take a bite.” You pointed out as you started to feel guilty about eating one piece of cookie beforehand.

“You don’t know who I am?” The man gasped, suddenly changing the mood of the room and catching you completely off-guard.

“I-I, uh, no.” You stammered.

“Well, that’s a first.” The man smiled as he grabbed one cookie from the pile and placed it in his mouth. Devouring the delicious piece of pastry, he took long strides towards you, staring deeply into your eyes. You quietly cursed to yourself and questioned why you followed this odd man into this room. Were you supposed to know this man who was making weird gestures towards you?

“Jackson.” He introduced himself, holding out his hand.

Hesitantly, you took it and shook his hand, “(Y/N).”

“Now tell me (Y/N), what do I look like to you?” Jackson asked, walking back to the counter to take another piece of cookie.

“You look like a man?” You raised your eyebrows, unsure how you should answer the question.

Jackson chuckled under his breath, “A handsome man if you want to be somewhat correct.”

“Look,” You breathed out, suddenly regretting you followed this man into this place, “As much as I would like to stay here and converse with you, I need to go home.”

“Sure,” Jackson smiled, popping another cookie into his mouth, “But first, please tell me if you know me or not.”

“Oh for god’s sake,” You muttered under your breath, “No.”

“Okay, goodbye.” Jackson suddenly stated in a sarcastic manner. You gave him a glare, not clearly understanding what kind of situation you were in. Sure he was handsome, but there was something about him that put you on the edge. He acted different than most men in the village and there was some kind of mysterious aura that surrounded him. Who was he?

Giving him one last look, you turned your heels and exited the palace. Walking around the building once again, you found yourself back at the palace gates. The bells of the clock tower started ringing and you knew you were needed back home immediately. Climbing onto your horse, you grabbed onto the reins as you steadied yourself on the saddle. With one light tug, your horse started to walk away from the castle and back into the village.

“Wait!” You heard a familiar voice yell. “(Y/N)!”

You turned your head to look behind you and saw Jackson running towards the closing gate. A piece inside of you wanted to stop your horse and meet him again. You wanted to get to know this mysterious man and why he asked you so many questions. There was something about him that was intriguing other than his good looks. Something… charming. Yet you couldn’t stop another small chat because, you knew you were needed back in the village.

“Goddamnit! Open up the gates!” Jackson yelled, watching the gate close on him.

“Yes, your majesty!” All the guards simultaneously said, loud enough for you to hear. But it was too late for Jackson to catch up to you because, you were too far from his reach.

At that moment, the conversation you had moments ago with Jackson finally clicked. It was like the parts of a machine, finally working together in perfect harmony after receiving an oil change. In this case, the oil change represented those two words;

Your majesty

“Oh my god,” You gasped under your breath as the wind blew in your face, “He’s the prince…”

part two

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fearofaherobrine · 6 years

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Roleplay Server Log #337

"Organ Harvest, Yster and Locklear, Flux in Love”

[Locklear] Had returned to Yster's apartment and was a little concerned at not finding her there until he recalled that she was familiar with digital entities. Deciding to wait for her return from wherever they had taken her he sits in one of her chairs and pulls out a book and pen from his jacket to pass the time with-

-There's a hush and the shadows seem to deepen, the already dark walls leaning inward like existence itself bowing to a superior force.

[Azrael] is suddenly there, filling the small space. He opens a wing, sweeping part of his voluminous cloak away to release Yster-

[Yster] Blinks- THAT WAS SO COOL. THANK YOU! ... SIR!

[Azrael] Tiniest bit of a smile- YOU ARE WELCOME.

[Locklear] - Well that's not something seen everyday...

[Azrael] AH, ANOTHER OF THE DOCTORS...

[Yster] Locklear! I'm sorry, were you waiting for me?

[Locklear] - Not long, it took me a bit longer than usual to find a location for the... Surgery

[Yster] ...Surgery?

[Azrael] Eyebrow ridge at Locklear. - MORE WORK FOR ME I ASSUME.

[Locklear] - I'm afraid we haven't met

[Azrael] NONETHELESS, YOU ARE WELL ENOUGH KNOWN TO ME.

[Yster] Urgent whisper- He's the angel of Death, duh!

[Locklear] - I see- The glint of Insanity is increasing in his eyes

[Azrael] THE KEEPER OF INSANITIES PLAYTHINGS IS ALSO WELL KNOWN TO ME.

[Yster] Is unsettled by Locklear's look-

[Locklear] - I'm assuming you're referring to the Master of the Manor?

[Azrael] THE DEMON OF THE WOODS. SLENDERMAN. YES.

[Locklear] - How interesting

[Azrael] His pinprick eyes flick to Yster - HAVE YOU SOME INTEREST IN THIS HUMAN?

[Locklear] - None of the murderous sort I assure you

[Azrael] -there's the tiniest ping like someone flicking glass and he consults a shiny object that's appeared in his hand before waving it away again- I CAN SEE THAT...

[Yster] Tries to see but isn't quick enough- I can make some tea..?

[Azrael] IT IS APPRECIATED, BUT I HAVE WORK TO DO. PLAY... GENTLY WITH ONE ANOTHER. - There's a hush and he's just gone -

[Yster] Lets out a huge breath- THAT WAS SO AMAZING.

[Locklear] Laughs a little- You seem excited now, a much better expression than what you had earlier

[Yster] I am! - She gestures at the very pointedly gothy decorations all around the apartment. - That was the best! Better then meeting any famous person alive!

[Locklear] - I'm glad you are in a better mood then

[Yster] I had lunch on a Minecraft server, visited a tropical island and talked to a dead man on a foggy moor. I'm so... just .. wow!

[Locklear] - Would you like to add to your day?

[Yster] What... what did you have in mind?

[Locklear] - A bit of revenge on the man who harmed you this evening

[Yster] I'm listening.

[Locklear] - I was wondering if you'd like to observe a surgery?

[Yster] Maybe...?

[Locklear] Stands and offers Yster a hand- You're welcome to back out at any point

[Yster] Tenatively takes his hand-

[Locklear] Leads her outside. A very nice looking rental car is waiting and Locklear opens the passenger door for her-

[Yster] Gets inside, still wearing Dawn's orange flip flops.

[Locklear] - You'll want to be careful where you step. Unless you wish for me to grab you a different pair of shoes?

[Yster] Umm... I'm okay with these...

[Locklear] - Very well- He shuts her door and gets in the driver side, starting the car and beginning to drive through the city

[Yster] Is a bit uncomfortable and plays with her phone a little-

[Locklear] - Would you prefer the radio be on?

[Yster] No, I'm okay... - there's the faint tic tic tic of a pick hitting stone. She's playing MC pocket edition.

-After several silent moments Locklear pulls up in front of an abandoned factory which is fairly isolated-

[Locklear] - Here we go- He leans over and opens the glove box in front of Yster. He pulls out a surgical mask and his own trademark mark. He hands the surgical one to Yster- So you don't breath in anything you shouldn't

[Yster] Puts it on curiously- I like the plague doctors mask. Very theatrical.

[Locklear] - Thank you- As he pulls it on a few strands of his black hair fall in front and his voice is now slightly distorted when he speaks- Remember, be careful where you step

[Yster] Just follows quietly-

[Locklear] Pushes open one of the old doors in front of the building with a creak. Old and rusted equipment surrounds them and the light is dim except for where it filters in from holes in the roof. Tied down in the center of the building on a table is Yster's assailant-

[Stranger] Is gagged but would obviously be spitting insults if he could-

[Yster] Oh... do creepypastas have some weird way of not getting caught by cops for the things they do?

[Locklear] - You could say that, we do have an increased speed, and we all know how long it usually takes the cops to arrive. If we really get in a bind Slender can always teleport us to the manor. Unlike most of the others though I prefer to choose isolated places like this where I'm less likely to be heard and if you walk into an abandoned place as if you own it? Well, anybody who see's it will not question it

[Yster] And the... evidence?

[Locklear] - Can be found, but doesn't always trace back to us. We do all have our trademarks though

[Yster] She gives the tied up guy a calculating look. - Mind if I do something?

[Locklear] - So long as it doesn't damage his organs? Go right ahead

[Yster] Reels up and elbow drops the guy in the junk as hard as she can-

[Stranger] Gives a pained muffled scream-

[Yster] I hope your balls explode. Disgusting creep.

[Locklear] - Well he won't be alive long enough to find out

[Yster] I kinda figured. I'll just... back off a bit...

[Locklear] From his jacket pulls out a satchel full of surgical tools. He starts by cutting away the mans clothes. His eyes scan the body before him, as if it were already a corpse and not a struggling living human. He begins by placing his scalpel at the man's collar bone and pressing it in before dragging it down the length of his body-

[Yster] Is thumbing her phone nervously-

[Locklear] Continues with a practiced ease, ignoring the squirts of blood which stains his coat as he opens the human before him. He gets the flesh pulled back and away and reaches in, beginning to break the ribs so he can get at the vital organs more easily- Remember, you may leave here at any time Yster

[Yster] Forgets that her game was still on and jumps at the small explosive noise as her avatar gets blown up by a creeper- Aaa!

[Locklear] Pauses and glances at her- Is everything alright?

[Yster] Just... forgot to turn my game off. I got dead...

[Locklear] - I see, would you be so kind as to grab the containers off the table behind me?

[Yster] Uumm okay..? - She takes the containers and creeps a little closer to hand them to him, but makes sure he's between her and the victim so she can't see much-

[Locklear] - Thank you, just put them down next to him, my hands are a little full

[Yster] puts them down and scoots them over before stepping back again-

[Locklear] Begins to pull out organs, starting with the ones the assailant can survive the longest without and listing off places as he places them into the containers-

[Yster] I'm almost afraid to ask...

[Locklear] - For children. The least this man can do is provide hope for another

[Yster] I thought Insanity just drove creepypastas to kill... is it just because you can decide what to do with the remains?

[Locklear] - Partially, but it's also how I started. There was a young girl... I was her doctor and she desperately needed several transplants.

[Yster] I understand. But still... couldn't you just kill him first?

[Locklear] - After what he's done? He doesn't deserve that pity- There's a large spurt of blood and some of it lands on Yster

[Yster] Dammit! But you're making a mess. And letting him scream, even muffled, could attract attention.

[Locklear] - The closest occupied buildings are bordered by busy streets which drown out his noise. The ground around here is covered in broken glass and other things you wouldn't wish to step on at night so nobody will walk near here either- He pulls the liver out and places it in a larger container

[Yster] This is still making me really nervous. You understand I have legal training right? I'm going to have to dispose of my clothing somehow now!

[Locklear] Sighs and stands up straight before taking his bright red jacket off to reveal the crisp white shirt underneath and offering it to her- I can easily have your clothing cleaned of any evidence by either Solace or Trender... Although now that I think about it Trender would probably just make you new clothes entirely

[Yster] I think I need a break... Just some quiet time to think- She takes his coat reflexitvely-

[Locklear] - The car is open

[Yster] Yeah... I think I need to sit down.

[Locklear] - I won't be much longer

[Yster] Wanders outside in a bit of a daze. She glances at the phone, it's still showing her death screen. Wordlessly she closes the window and the phone shows her messages as the top window. Her finger is hovering over the dial button. She slides into the car and feels a lump as she sits. Curiously pulling Locklear's phone out of the pocket. It falls open easily and Cp's number is the last call. She pokes the button decisively.

[CP] Groans mentally before responding- What now Locklear?

[Yster] Very quietly- Cp... it's Yster again. Please don't hang up.

[CP] - What now? Lie and I were just about to go to bed...

[Yster] Locklear is cutting up a victim and I got blood on me and I'm not sure where I am and I need help.

[CP] - For fucks sake, have a little more trust in the doctor will ya? He's not going to let anything happen to you

[Yster] It has nothing to do with him! I'm sitting in a car with evidence of murder on me outside a place where it's actually happening. I'd like to not go to jail thank you.

[CP] - You wont go to jail. Locklear is good at what he does. By the time the cops are even aware that somebody is missing there's little or no evidence the murder even happened

[Yster] Let me put it another way. I know you can drag people in there easily. Grab me and let me crash on your couch for a few hours and I'll play a mean prank on Jeb in return. Deal?

[CP] - And piss Locklear off? I don't think so

[Yster] What are you talking about? I barely know him. If you won't do it, I'll walk home.

[CP] - Yster, inviting a normal human to one of his surgeries isn't normal for him. Treating somebody who isn't a child isn't normal for him, for some reason you've caught his attention and making him worry would be a bad idea. Besides, keeping him around will probably mean that you'll be a lot safer

[Yster] Fine. I'll just call Doc instead.

[CP] - And I'll tell them to leave you there. Trust me on this, you'll be safe

[Yster] Hangs up on him and starts texting-

[Locklear] Has finished up his murder and is bringing the containers out. He opens the trunk of the car where an ice chest is waiting and carefully stores the organs there-

[Yster] Gets out of the car without noticing him and starts walking quickly, she's turned the stained shirt inside out and left his jacket in the car-

[Locklear] Hears her- Where are you going?

[Yster] Breaks into a run and darts around a corner-

[Locklear] Hurries after her knowing she's heading for a dead end- Yster...

[Yster] Holds the phone in front of her and is suddenly dragged into it by a huge purple paw with black claws-

[Locklear] - YSTER!

-The phone clunks on the ground, protected by a rubbery case, and the night is quiet again-

[Locklear] Approaches it and picks it up- Damnit...

-The text on the screen is a message to Doc and their reply-

-Yster- Panicking, please help!

-Doc- Be there in five!

[Locklear] Scowls and goes to retrieve his own phone to call CP-

[Yster] Squeaks in alarm as she's grabbed and falls with a 'fump!' onto the belly of the big yellow dragon-

[Doc] Sorry I took so long! I was taking a shower. We should get inside before the mobs take an interest. - Xe rolls her onto hir back and makes a fast trot for the castles back door- Hop off and run in, I'll follow you.

[Deer] Is in the kitchen making food-

[Yster] Gets bogged down a bit on the sticky mycelium and scoots inside.

[Doc] Shifts and follows her only to be pounced and hugged-

[Yster] Thank you! I thought I was going to just start screaming and never stop.

[Doc] Helps her downstairs- Did Azrael drop you off somewhere weird?

[Yster] No... he took me home. but Locklear was waiting for me. And.. he killed a guy... the one that stabbed me, I mean fuck that creep but still... I think I might be losing my compsure. And OH MY GODS Noodle and Rex!! I don't know how long I've been gone!

[Grinny] Watches them from a corner-

[Doc] Rex and Noodle? Are they your kids or something?

[Yster] Distressed- No! They're a spider and a snake respectively- sniffles.

[Doc] Pats her arm- I know where you live, I'll get them and come right back. Just relax- steps away for a moment-

[Grinny] - Well what do we have here?

[Yster] Startles at the voice- Is someone there?

[Grinny] - Down here human

[Yster] Oh, a kitty. And you talked? Um, I'm Yster.

[Grinny] - Grinny, my, you smell like Locklear...

[Yster] Rubs her arms- I had his coat on for a few minutes.

[Grinny] - Oh now that is special, he never let's anybody else wear his coat...

[Yster] Yeah... special... he seems to be interested in me for some reason.

[Grinny] - I wonder why...

[Doc] Comes back with her pets inside a pair of dungeon spawn cages. The snake could get out, but she seems too sleepy to try. - Hey Grinny.

[Yster] Oh thank you!

[Grinny] - Fuck off

[Doc] Sour as always. It smells like Deerheart is making a snack. You could join us Grinny, if you want.

[Grinny] - And I'd want to do that why?

[Yster] Cats who hang out in kitchens usually get treats. - [She's much calmer with her pets around]-

[Doc] Nods

[Grinny] Huffs and looks away from them, his tail flicking-

[Doc] Gives him a gentle pat and ruffles his ears a little before moving that direction.

[Yster] Please?

[Grinny] Just lays down-

[Yster] Oh... well, your little sweater is fetching. Nice to meet you Grinny. - follows Doc.

[Deer] Is just finishing up a couple of midnight snacks- Oh Yster! You're back already?

[Yster] I was in a bad place and just needed out...

[Deer] - I'm sorry to hear that

[Yster] It's nobodies fault. I shouldn't have gone with him. But I was concerned that saying no would cause bad things to happen as well.

[Doc] That's rather unfair... I'm glad I could help at least.

[Yster] And Cp just acted like I was overreacting. He really pissed me off.

[Deer] - Yes but CP also knows them better than we do

[Yster] He did a vivisection on a live person Deerheart....

[Doc] Little hiss of indrawn breath-

[Deer] - Well, he does still have Insanity...- She is appalled by the idea as well

[Yster] Yeah... - she looks over- Why... why do you have a bed in your kitchen?

[Deer] - Lie

[Doc] It gets used. Anyone hurt usually gets brought to me. The house is full of random beds.

[Yster] Sits down on it and puts the cages on the table.

[Deer] Brings the food out and see's Noodle- What's that?

[Yster] That's my snake, her name is Noodle.

[Rex] Is bigger here, about the size of a hand with splayed fingers- He scuttles over to the side of the cage closest to Deerheart.

[Doc] Aww he's such a tiny spider.

[Deer] - Eliza might like the spider

[Yster] They mean a lot to me. - she offers the spider a finger through the bars and it pats her digit with two legs.

[Deer] - Do you want anything to eat or drink?

[Yster] Maybe a little milk? My stomach is doing sumersaults.

[Doc] Sits down and examines Noodle. - Such pretty little scales.

[Deer] - I'll be right back

[Grinny] Slinks down the stairs-

[Doc] What do they eat?

[Yster] Bugs, mice

[Doc] Well if TLOT's cricket got eaten he'd probably be annoyed, but mice I can give you in spades.

[Deer] Comes back with a bottle of milk-

[Grinny] Slinks behind the kitchen counter-

[Doc] See's Grinny but pretends not too so he won't leave again. - Xe takes a mouse egg out of a trunk and holds it up. - Would one each be okay?

[Yster] I'd say not for Rex, but at this size he'd probably eat it. Go ahead.

[Deer] Sits down and grabs an apple-

[Doc] Taps a mouse in each cage and then watches interestedly-

[Noodle] Eyeballs the mouse but ignores it for now.

[Rex] Pounces the mouse and bites it excitedly, making it pop into a morsel that's quickly scarfed up-

[Yster] Good Rex... -yawns

[Deer] - Do you just want to crash here? You might get woken up by somebody coming in for breakfast, but it's the closest bed

[Yster] If you don't mind. I'm so tired....

[Deer] - Go right ahead, we'll let you get some well deserved sleep

[Flux] Is waiting by the bath for Notch-

[Notch] Gives Stevie a hug as Ever darts into the house, it's already getting dark.

[Stevie] - See you around father

[Notch] I had fun, and I'm proud of you for trying to include your brother.

[Stevie] - That was your idea, not mine

[Notch] Gives him a wry look- Good night Stevie.

[Stevie] - Night

[Notch] Goes inside and stows his tools by the door. He's dusty but elated. - Flux?

[Flux] - Down here

[Notch] Follows the sound down the ladder- You're so nice to come home too.

[Flux] - And you're filthy, come here and wash off, it's nice and warm

[Notch] Pft. I've been working. It's tough bonding two kids with so much bad blood between them. - He kicks off his shoes and works on pulling off his shirt as well.

[Flux] Approaches and kisses him- Would you like company?

[Notch] Please. I have a little bit of news. We found the Honedge. So that's one less thing to fret about.

[Flux] - That's wonderful, that will keep CP calm as well which should be helpful to Lie

[Notch] Kisses her back- I think they'll be okay. I saw how Cp was with Stevie when he was small.

[Flux] - So did I, he'll be a wonderful father, and you an astounding grandfather

[Notch] Blushes- Oh, you mean because of Endrea. Yeah, that was fun. She's awesome and so are her little ones. - He hops out of his pants and nearly falls in the tub-

[Flux] Laughs a little before dispelling her clothing and slipping in next to him- Careful...

[Notch] I'm trying. I think I wore myself out a bit. I should have eaten while I was walking back.

[Flux] Smiles and reaches over the edge of the tub into a trunk and offers Notch an apple-

[Notch] Coming from you, I'm suprised it's not golden my love. - Makes sappy eyes at her and reaches out for it.

[Flux] Teasingly keeps it away to draw Notch closer- Would you like it to be so?

[Notch] Going to flaunt your magick, my mystical lover?

[Flux] - Perhaps- She oscillates the color of the apple between red, yellow, and gold

[Notch] Reaches for her instead - I will accept whatever you choose to give...

[Flux] Lands on the gold and offers it once more-

[Notch] Takes it reverently and eats it- I may need my strength...

[Flux] - For what pray tell?

[Notch] One never knows. - He scoots over closer to her-

[Flux] Leans over and takes a bite of the apple for herself-

[Notch] Steals a kiss on her cheek as she does so-

[Flux] Moves a bit faster to steal a kiss from his lips-

[Notch] Mmm, apples are lovely, but you taste even sweeter.

[Flux] - Then come and taste more

[Notch] Snakes his arms around her and places a kiss on the nape of her neck. His messy hair brushes her chin and it smells of iron, coal and soil.

[Flux] Lifts her hand, cupped with water and runs it through his hair as her other hand came to rest on his waist-

[Notch] Kisses all along her neck and down towards her breasts, threading his fingers in her long hair. He takes a deep breath, - You always smell so divine... like crisp snow on aspens and spruce. Bright and sharp like dawn's first rays over mountains...

[Flux] - You usually smell of the earth

[Notch] Chuckles- I was always a daydreamer, never got out that much, but collected lots of photos of pretty outdoor stuff. Then I dreamed of a wild world without a lot of the things that kept me inside out there. - He holds her tighter, nuzzling into her bosom.

[Flux] Bows her head to kiss his head- If you had not, then I would not exist

[Notch] You are a dream come true. And I want to show you in every way I can... - He goes a bit lower, cupping her rear, she's easy to lift in the water.

[Flux] Makes a small noise of surprise and rest her hands on his shoulders to balance herself-

[Notch] Kneels down and lifts her legs onto his shoulders, nuzzling between them-

[Flux] - Ah, wait, you'll drown...

[Notch] Lifts her a bit higher- I'm okay right where I am. - He laps at her ever so gently-

[Flux] Moans and runs her fingers through his hair- Notch...

[Notch] Just nips at her lightly and wiggles his tongue inside a little more.

[Flux] Let's out a small yelp and clutches more tightly at him- Notch, please, this is...

[Notch] Yes? - lap lap lap

[Flux] Just moans as her head falls back in pleasure-

[Notch] I thought so.... - He gets her into a better pose on a stair leading down to the water and rubs at her with two fingers as well.

[Flux] - Notch... Notch please... My love...

[Notch] Feels a little thrill at her words and looks up - Flux?

[Flux] She brushes Notch's hair aside- My love

[Notch] And you are mine.

[Flux] Smiles and leans down, drawing his face to hers to kiss it-

[Notch] Kisses her back, his arms wrapped around her- How did I get so lucky...?

[Flux] - You created your own luck by creating the game

[Notch] But how could I have ever guessed... Now I know how Doc must have felt, learning that the land itself gave them Deerheart... I love you Flux. I'd give you anything.

[Flux] - And I would do the same for you

[Notch] I want you Flux... your taste, your scent, yourself pressed up against me. - He leans against her warm belly, his short nails lightly scratching the base of her spine.

[Flux] - I want you close as well, please Notch, work your own magic

[Notch] Goes back to work on her, teasing and warming her, he's hard and ready but wants to make sure she is as well.

[Flux] It doesn't take long for FLux to be ready and she tugs at Notch's hair with want-

[Notch] Works his way up and nips at her nipples, his member bumping lightly against her thigh.

[Flux] Reaches down with one of her hands and begins to stroke his member, encouraging him closer- I think... I think you are just as wanting

[Notch] I always am. I worked today, but I saved my best for you. - He mounts her, teasing her with the tip before sliding inside with a sigh of relief- So perfect...

[Flux] Moans as well, pulling Notch closer to herself and calling out his name-

[Notch] Is lost in her eyes, moving in perfect time, his fingers are tangled in her hair as he bears down on her. Biting his lip to not ruin the moment with unseemingly panting.

[Flux] Draws closer to his neck and peppers it with kisses and nips-

[Notch] Arches into her kisses as well, mumbling her name like a prayer. She's warm and wet and inviting, wrapping around him and warming his hearts as well as his loins.

[Flux] Cries out as she feels her climax coming closer-

[Notch] Goes harder, feeling himself tighten as she squeezes him perfectly. He lifts her as not to bruise her against the floor, trying to wring the noises of pleasure from her that he knows so well of late.

[Flux] Cries out and feels herself begin to disperse from the overwhelming feeling of her pleasure- Notch...

[Notch] Hold on for me.... just a bit longer... stay with me please...

[Flux] - For you, I will

[Notch] Gives a few more thrusts and then pulls back. Cupping his hand to catch his flow so it doesn't get on her. His knees wobble a bit and he lets himself down easy onto her- Thank you...

[Flux] - I'm sorry- She disperses, unable to hold her form

[Notch] Flops the last few inches onto the floor- Oof! It's okay. I'll just... - He lets himself gently back down into the hot water. - I'm good-

[Flux] Reforms and reaches for him- I'm here

[Notch] Cuddles her- Thank goodness for that....

[Flux] - Rest, I've got you

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Falling From Grace, Landing In Love (AU)

Vaggie has to make a choice to decide her fate for her afterlife. She is trained to become an Exterminator due to her personality and expertise with weapons. She is sent with the other Angels of Death to purge the citizens of Hell once every year to reduce overpopulation and induce fear in the sinners. Along the way, she meets Charlie, the princess of Hell and falls in love.

Unable to kill her or any other demons, Vaggie chooses to be with Charlie and disobeys the others. She falls from grace and lands in Hell in her current moth demon form. She is left with a harpoon weapon to defend herself and a mission. Her mission is now to spy on (mostly) Charlie and the other demons to try and get them to redeem themselves. (and also to ensure that the citizens don’t pose a threat to Heaven, God and the angels). Only when she is able to redeem herself, her girlfriend Charlie and other demons can she ascend to Heaven (or an alternate realm).

Ascension (Vaggie)

“Vagatha…”

The sound of her name mingled with the chorus of a choir. A black void was all she could see…if she actually had vision. Floating in the darkness, no physical feeling…she didn’t appear to have a body at all.

For a moment, she just…was.

“Vagatha…”

The vocalizations appeared to be coming from above. Faint rays of white light appeared, slowly reaching out. Though bright, it’s wasn’t blinding…it was light at the end of a tunnel of space and time.

The light radiated closer, and as it did, her senses sharpened.

Wait…wasn’t she…dead? Why could she perceive this event in the first place? Death meant a change into energy, a merging with the universe…at least that’s what many spiritualists believed.

Had the choir not sung out her name, she may have forgotten who she is…or was.

Vagatha was apparently her name…she knew it sounded familiar, but also wasn’t quite right. Too formal and too long.

A shorter, better-suited version would be…

Vaggie.

She felt every inch of her ethereal being yell out her name, but no sound came out. It was similar to a person declaring something in their sleep, or speeches inside the mind. Repeating it, holding onto the word that could somehow connect her to what was before…and what was to come.

The darkness was soon dispelled by the light and the whiteness around her gained the form of large puffy clouds.

Moving forward until an unseen force froze her in her tracks, the deceased soul saw a unique sight. A slightly rusted golden gate blocked her path. A silver sign next to it read “Low Level of Heaven.”

Heaven?

An angel appeared next to the gate, clothed in white dress pants, a white shirt with a golden bow-tie and a pair of white feathering wings folded behind his back. Strangely enough, his face was completely white, with red blushes off to the sides on either cheek. His hair was bronze gold and short, looking white. If he hadn’t looked so serene and regal, she would’ve considered him a clown.

He stared at her and spoke wordlessly with his golden eyes. “What’s your name?”

She knew what to say. “I am Vaggie.”

“Vagatha Gonzales,” the angel stated, looking at a holographic list that appeared in front of him. “Formerly of Earth. El Salvadorian ancestry, born to Jeffery and Margaret on May 10th, 1992…”

The angel’s words faded in and out in a haze. She was on the brink between matter and ether. Until something snapped her into focus.

“…died in 2014 of stab wounds and homicide.”

Brief traumatic-inducing images flashed in front of her, but she couldn’t quite piece them together.

The angel then went on naming all the good and bad deeds that Vaggie had supposedly done in her previous human life. He started off with the good:

“A hard-working individual, devoted to her values/faith. Protective of children, animals, and flying creatures: Moths in particular…”

How in Heaven and Hell could he see through her?

And then the so-called sins…

“…harmed and maimed various racist men in the name of your family and Hispanic women…displayed lustful feelings toward other females…”

A boiling feeling of rage filled her body-less form. Her previous memories started to rush back to her. “Love, not lust! It’s who I was. Who decides what’s good and what’s bad?”

“God, the Heavenly Father,” the angel answered.

“Read my mind again. I dare you!”

“You don’t technically have one as of yet.”

“Then where’s yours? Did you lose it?”

The angel sighed. “Let’s just get through this interrogation process smoothly. I have eternity to reside here, but I’d prefer to not waste much of it on arguments.”

Vaggie fell silent. “Anything neutral about me?”

“You liked punk rock music, 80’s music, and Latino music.”

“O…kay? When I get into this place, can I listen to them?”

“If you truly get in,” the angel added. “All souls begin with an evaluation and judgement. The majority are neutral, like yourself. The evil and unfaithful get sent down to Hell. Only the heroic and legendary can reach the highest levels of Heaven and find fulfillment with God.”

Vaggie was silent again.

The angel turned red in the face and summoned a piece of paper in his hand, glancing down at it. “Or Nirvana. Or Akasha. Or becoming one with the Universe and the Higher Self,” he read. The list of other faiths went on, though Satanism and certain Pagan faiths were not included. “Man, diverse times in the mortal realm call for more accommodations around here…”

“Who the fuck are you?!”

“To answer your current question,” the angel added, unfazed, “My name is Puriel. I am an examiner of souls brought to Heaven. Each soul gets one chance in Heaven at the lowest level. Those who can prove their worth can ascend to higher planes. It is a starting point for the majority of souls. Sadly, there are more that end up going to Hell, which poses a big problem.”

Puriel continued.

“But more on that, later. And yes…other realms do exist…Enlightenment, Avalon, Summerland, the Void, etc. The lower level of Heaven is a basic starting point for the afterlife, mostly because it’s been woven into mortals’ minds for centuries. Souls are given one chance, though there are, of course, exceptions.”

Vaggie could already feel Puriel’s eyes judging her.

Puriel waved his hand and spoke an ancient incantation. Vaggie somehow understood it: “Breath is lost, a new life found, Temporary form to this soul be bound.”

Vaggie’s new form very much resembled her previous human form…thought it was also very different. As a human, she had thick dark hair, light brown skin, and a thin but strong physique. She had gotten her muscular tone from martial arts and hard work. She frequently wore gothic outfits of black, gray and pastel pink.

Her skin was now slightly light gray, her hair long and white with faint bands of red along the tips. A pink bow was perched on her head, like the one she enjoyed wearing as a human. Her eyes were large and the sclera orange. She wore stockings over her legs, the right one navy blue, the left one with pink stripes on it. Her white mini dress with two xs over her breasts covered the top half of her legs and exposed her light gray shoulders. She wore a blue undershirt and a tight collar around her neck. A large pink X appeared over her left eye, the same eye that had been damaged in her previous life. Vaggie’s most stunning feature was a pair of white feathery wings that materialized from golden light and emerged from her back. Her wings also had thin red bands along near the tips.

“This is the form that appeared in your mind, so at your request, this is your usual form for the afterlife,” said Puriel. “Your redeemed form will be the one you possessed as a human.”

“Thank you,” she replied, staring at herself. She would have to get used to her alternate form, but already it seemed fitting for her.

Puriel spoke another incantation and several portals opened up in a row above the gate. The faces that appeared in the holes were the faces of other angels: Michael, Raphael, Haniel, Gabriel, and even some Angels of Death: Dumah, Azrael, etc.

In the very center, another portal opened, revealing six winged seraphim angels guarding a hovering throne. God Himself, appearing as an elderly man with a great white beard, gazed upon his subjects and attendants. He began to talk with the council of angels residing in different spheres of Heaven.

Vaggie couldn’t make out the words, as they were speaking in a divine language only few had the privilege to learn.

After what felt like an eternity, God left and one by one, the angels and the portals vanished.

Puriel turned to Vaggie.

“Your misdeeds by themselves would originally send you right to Hell, but you also have a chance to repent based on your values of justice and wisdom.”

“You have several choices. First, you can return back to the void of nonexistence. No feeling, no memory, nothing…thus bringing balance to the universe. For what emerges from the ether must eventually return. Those who die a second time in Hell, Heaven, or any realm, will cease to exist again.”

“Just stop with the philosophical bullshit.” Vaggie clenched her fists, eager to get past this unbearable lecture.

“Second, you can travel to other realms and see if they’ll let you pass…though it may take a while and it’s not guaranteed. Third, you could go straight to Hell and become a demon…though it’s not recommended.”

“…Or, if you choose to stay here…you are to become a member of our Exterminator Angels of Death. This is determined based on both your proficiency in fighting and weaponry…but also on your neutral nature overall. Though your past human actions would be considered malicious, your overall intentions were pure. Once initiated into the soldier ranks, you will need to prove yourself in order to potentially ascend to higher levels of Heaven. What say you?”

Vaggie thought for a moment. “I want to stay in Heaven and see my family.”

“Do you solemnly swear to serve in the name of Christ the Lord and embrace His ways and the ways of the citizens of Heaven?”

“I accept.” A flaming white halo with little spikes through the brim appeared above Vaggie’s head. A small white arrow with the shape of a French emblem appeared in the center of the halo.

“Close your eyes and focus,” said Puriel. “Say, ‘Saint Samael, I’m ready for duty.’”

Vaggie did so, and she instantly transformed.

A harpoon weapon appeared in her right hand and an LED mask in her left. Dark curved horns arched slightly past her head, her white hair vanishing under a dark hood. Her wings now sprouted black feathers which were both strong as steel and lightweight for graceful movement. In replacement of her normal outfit, she now wore a kind of black body suit with feathered gauntlets over her arms and lower legs, all black. She stared at the LED mask which displayed a glowing white eye to the left, an x in place of an eye on the right and a large glowing white grin. There appeared to be faint red stains off to the sides. Vaggie almost recoiled at the grotesque item. Hesitantly, she put on the mask and was still able to see clearly.

“Archangel Vagatha,” Puriel said, declaring her new title. “Your fate has been decided. Your mission is to purge the demonic citizens of Hell once a year to reduce overpopulation to a set quantity. Any relationships and fraternization with the citizens of Hell is forbidden. Your training begins at twilight.”

The gates finally opened soundlessly and Vaggie flew through. She was amazed at how she quickly got used to her wings, like they were a second pair of strong arms. Her harpoon somehow felt natural in her hands. She was half tempted to throw it at Puriel, but she knew that the mostly immortal being would not be happy.

Was he immortal? Was she immortal, even in this peculiar plane of existence?

“And Vagatha,” warned Puriel as she briefly glanced back at his row of strangely sharp white teeth, “Break the rules of God, and you’ll fall from grace. Your halo will vanish and your wings will burn off. You will become nothing else but a demon of Hell forever.”

Preparation (Charlie)

“Charlotte, it’s almost time for the show to begin. Hurry on down!”

A young teen demon was sitting in front of a mirror decorated with yellow eyes with black pupils along the elegant rim. She put on a dash of red lipstick while her two goat dolls, Razzle and Dazzle fixed her hair.

“Dad!” called the blond-haired princess from inside her room, “I told you to call me Charlie! Charlotte sounds too…strange.”

“Well that’s your name, you should be used to it by now.”

Charlie rolled her eyes and stared at her reflection: golden yellow eyes, a ghost white face with red blushes off to the side of her cheeks, razor sharp fangs when she smiled. She was so excited, she could barely sit still.

When her attendants were done, she stood up to admire herself and her outfit. A candy red pinstriped dress nearly touched the floor and felt slightly tight around her waist. An enchanted light purple snake was wrapped around her waistline, both serving as decoration and self-defense in case of grabby onlookers. It was very similar to the snake that her father Lucifer kept around his white top hat (though both were protective of their owners thanks to Lucifer’s magic). Spider web leggings covered her pale legs and on her feet were black tap-dancing shoes. One of her feet was already moving up and down slightly. Finally, Charlie wore a black spiked crown with a red apple gem in the center.

“My 150th birthday!” she exclaimed, doing several happy jumps. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while.”

Indeed, it had been 150 years since she had been born in Hell to the king and queen. Unlike humans, the demons hardly aged at all, or if they did, it was a very slow process. (Then again, they were already dead, so it didn’t really matter.)

But Charlie had heard of the interesting human tradition they called “birthdays” on Earth. She insisted to her parents they had to celebrate hers once a year.

While Lucifer had been reluctant, Lilith agreed.

“We can’t participate in that foolish human tradition,” Lucifer argued. “Especially since we aren’t alive and our people are supposed to be suffering twenty four, seven.”

“If it makes our daughter happy, then so be it,” she said. “Besides, no one else has to know. It’ll be one of our traditions.”

“Very well,” he said. “But since Charlie gets a special day of her own, why don’t we make some days special for us…if you know what I mean.”

He gave her a devilish wink and she grinned in return. “A special day for domination…I’m up for that.”

Charlie had then entered the room, asking “What’re you talking about?” and the topic was changed.

“So, about that meeting with the other overlords?” Lilith asked her husband.

“As usual, I warned them they needed to know their place.”

Rolling her eyes, Charlie had left to play the grand piano.

“Are you coming or not?” Lucifer asked, snapping her back to reality.

“I’m ready!” she called, opening the door.

There was her father in front of her, smiling his nearly ever-present grin. Like her, he had (much shorter) blond hair, a white face, blushes on his cheeks, and yellow eyes. He wore his usual white and candy red suit, with his white top hap with a snake along the rim. A black staff appeared in his hand with the Forbidden Fruit on the top: a red apple. Lilith walked over to stand beside him, wearing an elegant red dress and her usual black crown between her red horns on her head. She had blond hair even longer than Charlie’s and was taller than Lucifer.

“Oh Charlie,” exclaimed her mother in a soft voice, “You look so beautiful! You remind me of me when I was your age.”

Charlie embraced her mother in a happy hug. “Come on, now,” Lilith said, letting go and beckoning her to come forward. “Our guests are waiting.”

The “guests” were actually some of Lucifer’s snakes which he reluctantly enchanted to take on the appearances of…

“Disney Princesses and Harry Potter wizards,” Lucifer muttered in disgust. “It could’ve been wounded demons sprawling in pain on the ground like in the past…”

Charlie walked down the curving staircase down to the lobby of her family’s mansion. The “princesses” smiled and waved at her and some threw flower petals to her (which were actually dried scales dyed pink.)

“You know how much she doesn’t like that,” Lilith mentioned. Charlie took the stage and began to sing.

“But those enchantments aren’t even real,” he said. “It’s one of the ways to prepare her for her future duties as Hell’s princess.”

“And what’s the other way?”

Lucifer whispered into his wife’s ear and her eyes widened in both delight and hesitation.

“Oh that’s right. Today is also that day.”

“Surely she will enjoy getting a glimpse of what happens out in the world,” Lucifer smiled.

“But…what if it’s too much for her?”

“Too, much?” Lucifer asked. “She’s 150 now. She has to be ready. It’s a growing up right of passage that cannot wait any longer.”

They watched Charlie take a bow as her doll demons clapped.

“Trust me,” said Lucifer. “She’ll be delighted to witness her first…”

“Cake!” Charlie squealed. “Oh my Satan, that’s amazing!”

A devil’s food cake was rolled and set on a table in front of her. It had chocolate frosting (per her request), spidery snakes on the top and a fat red apple candle.

After singing to her in their deep hellish voices saved for certain occasions, Charlie pointed her clawed finger at the candle and the flame shot into the air, bursting into red apple fireworks. The noise spooked the apparitions and the regular snakes appeared once more.

For the first half of the private party, Charlie entertained her parents by demonstrating her dancing skills up on stage. For Charlie, dancing wasn’t just a hobby: it was a way of life and a method to express her deepest feelings that she couldn’t put into words. Razzle played the grand piano and Dazzle played a violin as Charlie sang.

As the day neared its end, the clock outside rang out twelve times. In the past years, Charlie would head upstairs to her room to watch musicals while her parents went outside for some “entertainment.” Now this time, Charlie would get a chance to be with her parents.

“It’s a special surprise, sweetie,” said Lucifer. “Since it’s a big day for you, I’d like you to follow us.”

He said it as if it were an order. Feeling bewildered, but still very excited, Charlie let her parents led her up the elevator and toward the uppermost balcony. Razzle and Dazzle followed close behind.

Soon, the group walked onto the balcony that overlooked the crimson sky and dark clouds of hell.

Charlie stared out into the distance as the clock tower rang one last time.

“I don’t see anything,” she said. “Are we waiting for fireworks? Or a rainbow?”

“Silly Charlotte,” said her mother with a smile. “You’re about to witness something even better than those things.”

“A spectacle that you’ll gladly remember for years into your rule,” her father added.

Charlie smiled wide, until seeing a speck of something in the distance. It looked like a circle of white light that slowly grew larger into the shape of a portal.

“Huh?” she asked.

Lucifer smiled. “Charlotte, welcome to your first Extermination.”

Then…a swarm of dark flying creatures burst out of the portal. The shadowy figures rained down on the city below. Charlie looked closer and could see they had black feathery wings, dark curved horns and glowing white halos on their heads. Each one carried variations of spears, harpoons and other weapons in their hands.

“What are those things?” she asked.

“They’re angels,” said her mother.

“Angels?” she asked. “You mean like the ones in human myths?”

“No, dear,” said Lucifer, his grin wide. “These are no myths.”

All of a sudden, one flew close by and Charlie reeled back in fright. The angel that glided past had an LED mask on with a large sinister grin and an x over its right eye. The angel threw the spear in his hand, and the weapon struck a large parrot-like demon in the heart. The bird let out a shrill squawk as it plummeted to the ground.

Charlie glanced down at the streets and let out a sharp gasp.

Down below, demons of all shapes and sizes scattered from the onslaught of angels descending on them like hungry vultures. A demon with three heads was unfortunate enough to have a harpoon struck through all his heads, causing the creature to collapse. Two other angels were choking a red dragon demon, the creature’s eye bulging. Two hellhounds whined in pain as electricity from another spear struck them both in the backs. The bipedal canines crashed to the ground and did not move again.

Nothing but screams, robotic laughter, and carnage. The longer she watched, the more frightened Charlie became. Soon, the rotten stench of death filled her nostrils.

She glanced back at her parents casually watching the show from their chairs like it was a musical.

Tears sprang from Charlie’s eyes.

“What is all this?! Why are you showing me this?”

“It’s a yearly extermination to reduce the population of sinners once a year,” explained Lilith. It was like she was talking about the weather.

“Those are our people!” she cried. “And you’re just letting this happen?!”

“There’s no need to act so brash,” Lucifer scolded. “It’s just a natural way of ensuring that evil gets a through cleansing.”

“Cleansing? This is murder!”

“Sadly, it’s a necessary act,” Lilith added.

“As you know, I was once an angel,” said Lucifer. “I was banished down here and nearly killed myself. But then God, the angels and myself came to an agreement. The Exterminators could kill citizens in Hell once every year, while we, the royal family, would be left alone. It does make sense, considering we are the most powerful individuals here.”

Charlie took several ragged breaths. “What’s so special about us? What about them?!” She pointed down toward the fleeing demons rushing into cars, stores, and even dumpsters to try and get away. Down over at the poor section of Imp City, the imps were even less lucky. The one ones who could escape were ones with enough proficiency to create small portals or to shapeshift into Exterminators to trick them.

“This is Hell, Charlotte,” Lucifer said, eyes narrowing in frustration. “Suffering is what those lowlife scum deserve to experience. Just be lucky that we don’t have to deal with that.”

“Vaggie,” Charlie breathed almost in a whisper, already concerned about her friend.

“Now stop fooling around and embrace this momentous occasion,” said Lucifer.

“No,” Charlie said.

“Excuse me?” asked Lucifer, eyebrows raised.

“NO!” she cried, tears running down her face. Her eyes turned red and her long horns emerged from her head. “I’m not gonna sit here and let more of my people die. I can’t believe you hid this from me all these years!”

Charlie summoned Razzle and Dazzle and the two goats lifted her up and carried her down to the streets.

“GET BACK HERE AT ONCE!” Lucifer bellowed.

Ignoring her father, Charlie landed down on the cracked asphalt, nearly stepping on a severed horned demon head. Razzle and Dazzle hovered nearby.

She saw three angels corner a frightened cat demon with a spotted brown face who held her paws up. Spears pointed toward her head and heart, the feline gave one last sorrowful meow.

“HEY!” Charlie bellowed in her demonic voice. She was seeing red. Her black shoes clacked against the pavement. “STAY AWAY FROM MY PEOPLE!”

The three angels turned at the same time, their eyes glowing red and teeth spread out when spotting her. The cat demon scurried up the wall with her claws and leaped from roof to roof out of sight.

Flames receding from her body, horns shrinking back, Charlie backed up in fear and gulped as the angels advanced, their weapons at the ready. Razzle and Dazzle shuddered and held on tightly to Charlie’s hands. Just as the angels threw the spears and Charlie closed her eyes…

She heard a sickening thud.

The spears had struck a pair of black fiery wings. The spears vanished in flames before flaming swords materialized out of thin air. The angels were struck by the swords, causing them to back up.

Lucifer’s eyes were red, his temporary black wings made from his enchanted snakes merged together.

“LEAVE.”

His demonic voice could stop the heartbeats of an entire group.

Charlie slowly stood up once the angels had retreated and stared into Lucifer’s glowing red eyes. He slowly turned his head toward her. Though he was furious with her, she could see a small tear roll down his cheek before being evaporated by the heat.

“IF YOU EVER DO SOMETHING FOOLISH LIKE THAT AGAIN, I’LL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER LEAVE OUR MANSION. YOU WILL BE GROUNDED UNTIL THIS PLACE FREEZES OVER. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

Charlie nodded with a whimper.

“YOU WILL ACCEPT YOUR ROLE WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT.”

Charlie glanced over toward a group of demons and gasped. As her father raised his hand toward her, something inside Charlie stirred. A peculiar feeling in her temple, just between her eyes began to tingle with warmth. It was almost as if time stood still.

When Charlie stared hard at the three homeless demons from a distance, she could almost see their faces briefly morph into their formerly human ones from their past lives: a white skinned bearded man with a bottle of alcohol in his hand, a mother with a cut-up face in torn prostitute clothing, a sobbing blonde boy in the mother’s lap just learning how to use a gun…

Before Charlie could say anything, a glowing magenta pentagram surrounded her and she was transported back to her room with Razzle and Dazzle.

Progression (Vaggie)

Vaggie couldn’t believe her eyes. Being so overwhelmed the day before with dying and becoming an Exterminator, she hardly had time to admire the shimmering city in the clouds.

But now, as she made her way to the armory for her training session, she couldn’t help but stare in wonder.

The architecture of the buildings ranged from Victorian mansions, to modern tech buildings made of glass and metal, to grand temples made of gold and silver, devoted to various gods, but mostly to Jesus. The streets were spotless and the roads were made of polished obsidian that was always smooth. Solar panels lay on every roof, powered by the sun. In the center of Holy City stood a mighty cathedral made of marble, reminiscent of Notre Dame. Several roman-style fountains were scattered around the city. One was a statue of Mary and Jesus as a little boy.

Looming like Mount Olympus stood God’s palace, made of gold and precious stones, the gates made of indestructible diamond. A nearby garden connected to the palace housed the Tree of Life and the Tree of Knowledge, guarded by several angels and a golden dragon.

What was perhaps more intriguing were the citizens themselves. Some of them resembled typical white-winged angels: blonde or light colored hair, pale white faces with red blushes on their cheeks and yellow soulful eyes. Ironically, many of them had razor sharp teeth. The clothing they wore varied just as much as the outfits in Hell, coming from many periods throughout time. She noticed a dozen different ones: Roman tunics, medieval dresses and suits of armor, Egyptian clothing made of silk, top hats and suits from the 1900s. Some of the more casual people even wore modern jeans and t-shirts.

Like in Hell, other angels had characteristics of animals and items. Vaggie spotted men with dove wings, women with white swan feathers for hair, and dozens of bipedal cats and dogs getting along just fine. A few other angels had heads of flowers and some had the heads of lyres, trumpets, and other musical instruments. None of them had to worry about falling; they could either fly or walk on air. There were several mythical creatures as well, including dragons, a few unicorns, fairies, and Thunderbirds.

Several angels were in a circle in the sky, dancing the kumbaya and singing prayers while holding hands. Vaggie felt some nostalgia, remembering when she would wear brightly colored festival dresses for Cumbia dances and family events. She remembered dancing with her parents and extended family as upbeat Hispanic music played. How she longed for the taste of steamy quesadillas and juicy fresh fruit.

Just where were her parents? And how safe could she really feel, even in paradise? The last thing Vaggie needed was to be gang-raped and murdered a second time by a bunch of beastly homophobic men.

In the city around her, angels worked in ordinary jobs, especially in churches. There were also a few mosques, Buddhist temples and synagogues, but paled in comparison to the number of Christian places of worship. Volunteers and charity workers labored by the dozens, sending out food, blessings and miracles to the homeless and those residing in the lower levels of Heaven.

Already, Vaggie was feeling like some sort of outsider.

A small portal opened up to another heaven next door. Vaggie could see a glass building with bluish stained glass windows and classic art inside. A large sign on the roof read “Haven Hotel.” A bunch of angels were lining up and receiving white-winged keys in their hands. The portal closed before Vaggie could observe further.

Soon, Vaggie reached the armory, a building shaped like a small white fortress. She stood at attention next to several angels, already fitted in their black Exterminator uniforms, black wings and LED masks. Vaggie looked and saw two muscular angels carry out a brown chest with planetary symbols on it. They opened it up and there lay dozens of sharpened harpoons, spears, and swords in neat rows. They were new weapons to be used for the time after the Purge in the next year. After a brief prayer, the recruits were called up in alphabetical order by a slender angel with long blonde hair and a light blue suit to retrieve a weapon of their choice. Gabriel stood next to Samael, the leader of the Archangels. He had red/brown curly hair and pulled out the flaming sword weapon he already had. Michael, another Archangel Leader, held a sword of his own: Excalibur, the weapon that defeated Lucifer. Raphael, the healer angel with long brown hair stood in the distance to watch.

Samael called out the names of both new and old warriors one by one.

“Azrael.”

Azrael was the first angel. He strode up and picked out a scythe, then pulled a hood over his head of long dark hair.

“Camael. Cassiel. Dumah. Haniel. Hafineal. Israfil. Jegudiel. Jerahmael. Japhiel.”

Vaggie yawned.

“Kepherel. Munkar and Nakir. Metatron. Raguel. Ramiel. Raziel. Sandalphon. Sarathiel. Selaphiel.”

The list went on and on.

“Uriel. Uziel. Zachariel. Zadkiel. Zaphael. Zephaiel.”

Finally Samael said “Vagathaiel…um, Vagatha? Is that right?”

Vaggie looked up. “It’s Vaggie.”

“Right. Come on up.”

Vaggie strode forward, ignoring the murmurs and whispers of her colleagues. It was embarrassing enough to be the last one chosen on accident, not to mention the only female angel in the group.

Vaggie picked up the only weapon left in the chest, a harpoon spear. It felt good in her hands…like she was meant to wield it. Vaggie walked back to stand next to an angel with blonde unruly short hair, dressed in white.

“I’m Sam,” said the angel. “Many people call me Samael, but the real one is up there.”

He mentioned to the lead Angel of Death: Samael. He had long flaming red hair, a white face, and crimson eyes. A scar ran along his neck. He enjoyed tormenting sinners more than anyone. He morphed into Exterminator form.

“Welcome to training session and orientation. After our recent successful Extermination, it is now time to review what went well and discuss methods to increase efficiency.”

Vaggie and the others flew thirty laps around a group of clouds then sat down for a lecture. The lecture covered Heaven’s history, Exterminator origins and the fall of Lucifer.

For the next half, Vaggie practiced on using her weapon. She threw her harpoon at a demon training dummy at various distances. She worked on blocking, stances, aim, and flying patterns. At other times, she worked with other angels in a group.

“Strike the head, between the eyes, the chest, abdomen and back,” Samael advised as he walked, observing the practicing soldiers. “Never get too close to some demons: their bites are venomous.” To others: “Swipe your weapon at the legs to trip your enemy. Keep a firm grip on your weapon. Follow orders and stick with at least two other angels during a raid.”

He continued: “If not enough demons are exterminated, then you all will have to repent for your failure of duty for three to seven days. Excitement of Ten Commandments, community service, fasting etc. Yes, I know we are all dead, but that doesn’t matter to the All Mighty Yahweh. Serve Him and happiness will serve you.” Samael showed a row of sharp teeth and a few angels flinched. “If you kill too many and linger too long and the portals will close and you’ll be trapped in Hell for a year. Either way, the demons must know their place, least they feel the need to bring war to Heaven.”

He glared and stopped where Vaggie was.

“Vagatha, your stance is way off. You need to spin faster when attacking multiple demons at once. Let your instincts move your body. And show less mercy to them or you’ll be begging for some during flogging, flying laps and scrubbing!”

Vaggie worked harder, feeling the pressures of this strange Heaven boot camp that felt like a living Hell.

After the intense training, they reviewed the Nine Circles of Hell, the seven sins and the seven virtues.

Vaggie was glad when the session was over at the start of twilight. Fortunately, she only had to attend six long days every other week (Sunday was rest day), as soldiers went on shifts. Walking into her designated home, Vaggie took off her uniform and tossed the mask aside, the creepy grin face staring at the ceiling. She concentrated, clearing her mind and the uniform appeared back on. Focusing again, the uniform came off next to her. She placed her weapon against the wall, not too far from reach. She lay down on a comfortable bed in a small house, which looked like the place she lived in when she was a human. In fact, other angels were living in different spots, in places that resembled their environment in their past lives. Colorful dresses and gothic outfits were neatly folded in nearby drawers. Punk rock posters from 90s bands were already hung up in her room. All of her favorites: Pearl Jam, Foo Fighters, Green Day, Blink 182. A nearby iPod had those songs along with Cumbia, Salsa, Reggae and other music from her parent’s home country.

Vaggie was starting to feel creeped out. Everything seemed…too perfect. The room was mocking her, displaying her favorite things from her past…even an exact replica of a portrait of her and her parents! Her mother and father, both with dark hair, wearing practical clothing. Her as a little girl with light brown skin, long black hair, and both of her brown eyes. Her birth certificate was even in another drawer: “Vagatha Gonzales, New Mexico, May 10 1992 to September 11 2014. Age 22.”

She sobbed.

She screamed.

She ripped out chunks of her long white hair.

“My life…or death is not the same anyone! I’m not gonna sit here and pretend like it is. Fuck you!” she yelled to no one in particular.

Vaggie sighed in exhaustion. She wasn’t sure what would happen next. She missed her parents and her previous girlfriend. She missed music and soccer and martial arts. If only she could go back to worrying about jobs and kicking douchebag boys in the nuts. She never asked to be an Angel of Death with a possibility of going to Hell.

She buried her face in her hands. “What have I gotten myself into?”

Contemplation (Charlie)

The young demon princess lay down on her queen-size bed, complete with an apple-shaped headboard, velvet red sheets and matching curtains. Her room was a blend of a vampire’s room and a little girl’s room: among the spider webs and skulls along a dresser were drawings of unicorns and bottles of makeup. Drawings of demons holding hands hung from old branches sticking out from inside the wall. One drawing showed a smiling Charlie and Vaggie in between her parents. Scattered among the dark red walls were rainbow paint splotches and a painted sketch of a flower. A typed motto of “Don’t worry, be happy” was taped to the side of a mirror.

But on this particular day, the usually happy-go-lucky girl found it hard to be positive.

“He…called me a failure,” she said softly. Razzle and Dazzle nudged her head affectionately, their faces full of concern.

“Just before sending me here,” Charlie said. She stared at a crumpled piece of paper with her drawing of a hotel on it. The sign read “Happy Hotel” but the page was ripped thanks to Lucifer’s accusing claw tearing through it.

He had paced back and forth, clearly frustrated. “Ever since your foolish fiasco on your birthday last week, you’ve been…shall I say…frying my nerves with your random ideas.”

“What’s bad about a hotel that redeems sinners?” Charlie had asked.

“I’ll tell you what’s bad about it…everything! First, there is no hope for those low-class demon trash. They were sent down here for a reason; because there’s no chance for them to ever change their ways.”

“Dad, that’s not true…”

“Second,” he interrupted, “You’re supposed to keep up an important reputation as heir to the throne. No one will take you seriously again if you blab on and on about some fantasy you insist upon.”

“It can be true, though!” Charlie replied. “I’ve seen what those demons are like. Sure, they did bad things, but everyone deserves a second chance.”

“There are some people who don’t get second chances,” Lucifer answered, with a faraway look in his eyes. “And that also applies to those people out there. It’s just the way afterlife works, Charlotte.”

“What if, it doesn’t have to always be that way? There is a more humane way of reducing overpopulation without all the senseless slaughtering…”

“There is no other way!” Lucifer said, raising his voice. Charlie flinched back a bit. “If hell becomes overcrowded, then God and the Angels will not hesitate to eliminate the threat: us.”

He paused. The king hadn’t considered the possibility of a second death before…the final journey to the void.

“Dad, listen, I know it sounds far-fetched, but I’m confident that my idea will work. I just need to spread the word about the Happy Hotel.”

“And embarrass yourself and our legacy? Along with putting yourself in danger?!”

“I can defend myself, easily!”

“You may be powerful, but this place crawls with overlords and who knows what else that will kill you.”

“But we’re already dead.”

“No. I was born an angel, near immortal. You were born here in Hell. If you want to be able to have a stable future here, you will stop with your nonsense.”

“I’m not going to give up. I know there’s a rainbow inside every demonic soul. I’ve seen…”

She hesitated, debating on whether to tell him about the anguished human faces she had seen during the last purge.

“…humanity,” she finished.

As if reading her mind, Lucifer leaned in close, flames in his yellow eyes. “Do not think like an inferior human mortal. Humans are nothing but temporary bland prototypes to demons. All arrogant, not worthy of divine respect.”

“Have you even met a human?”

“I’ve learned enough about them to stick to my conclusion.”

“Many humans are good, just like other demons can be. Demons, after all, used to be human! Maybe they can become human again. Redeemed souls will be sent to Heaven and everybody wins! No more killings, no more sorrow. Enough with the “us versus them” speech. You will join me in paradise, Dad, then you’ll see.”

Lucifer growled, and flicked his daughter backward across the hall with his power. She landed on her butt and back with a surprised yelp of pain, as Razzle and Dazzle lifted her up off the floor.

“THERE IS NO PARIDISE FOR ME,” he boomed in his deep demonic voice, eyes red. It sent chills up Charlie’s spine. “NO HAPPY ENDING FOR ANYONE.” He sighed heavily. “The sooner you realize that, the better. You and the other demons will never leave Hell, I’ll make sure of it.”

Charlie’s mind began to whirl. What did he mean by that?

Charlie began to speak but her father held up a hand. “Not another word. One thing is for certain: based on your actions thus far, you are nothing but a failure.”

Tears pooled in Charlie’s eyes. “You…you don’t mean that, do you?”

Lucifer pointed toward Charlie’s room and then looked away. “Get…get out of my sight.”

Charlie could only stand frozen in disbelief and sadness as her father departed down the hall, staff in hand.

After tossing the worn paper aside, Charlie turned around and sobbed into her pillow. Later on, she sang a lament while walking to her balcony outside. Razzle and Dazzle even howled mournfully with her as she sang. It was the only way for her to truly express herself and let out her emotions.

“Why am I such a failure?

It always seems to be

Destined for the throne, yet I feel so alone

What is truly best for me?”

“Happiness lies at the end of the rainbow

Feeling like that’s the place to go

An endless distance, out of reach here

Lost in emptiness, foreshadowing fear”

“Inside of every demon is a soul (is a soul)

Trapped by events beyond their control (their control)

I try to help and brighten their day (to find their way)

But my hopes and dreams fade far away”

“Seeing the light in the darkness

In this world I’m blind

I wonder why I cling to hope

For those cruel and unkind”

“Goodness beneath the surface

Redemption beyond the mask

What is my role, my purpose?

How can I complete my task?”

“Peace, love, is all I ask

(Oooh, oooh, oooh)

Peace and love, is all I ask

(Oooh, oooh, oooh)

All I ask…”

“Inside of every demon is a soul (is a soul)

Trapped by events beyond their control (their control)

I try to help and brighten their day (to find their way)

But my hopes and dreams fade far away”

Extermination (Vaggie)

It was now time for Vaggie to put her skills she had learned to the test. One year had passed and the time for the Purge was upon her. Despite being a newbie in comparison with everyone else, Vaggie had become one of the best fighters among the Exterminators. The fateful day soon came, and Vaggie lined up in position with the other Archangels. All dressed in black. Vaggie’s harpoon was in her right hand. She had requested that her wings stay white, with the red line through them like her hair. Although she didn’t like to think of herself as a murderer, she told herself that it was for the greater good. Sinners would get what they deserved and balance and cleansing would be brought to Hell.

The angels all saluted when Samael strutted over. He had a black scythe in his hand, black flames rising from the blade. His red hair was tied back in a tight ponytail, his dark uniform, horns and mask ready for use. He walked over to Vaggie, approval in his eyes. “Your dedication to the Lord has been commendable. You’ve adapted well from your previous novice status. As such, I now assign you with an additional task.”

He continued, “You are to spy on Hell’s princess Charlotte, find her, and make her surrender to us. Be wary of her pyro kinetic powers. If she does not comply, you are to kill her on sight before the days end.”

Vaggie silently gulped as she saluted.

“But,” Samael added. “Don’t forget about the other demons. And…do not try to reason with Lucifer. The traitor and his promiscuous queen sealed their fates long ago.”

“Yes sir,” said Vaggie.

Samael nodded and walked toward the front to address the winged assassins.

“Remember to aim for the head, chest, groin and pressure points. Show no mercy to anyone or anything. May the Lord bless you and all your endeavors. The Father, Son and Holy Spirit will reside in our souls always. May He deliver us from all evil. Amen.”

“Amen!” the angels repeated.

Michael waved Excalibur and a round portal to Hell appeared against the white clouds. Samael led the way and the angels filed through, Vaggie following close behind.

Vaggie descended into the crimson chaotic world. The Big Ben-like clock tower rang twelve times, the *BONG* *BONG* rings echoing like hell’s bells of doom. The citizens screamed and scattered and scurried in the streets below. The angels were black vultures, circling around their prey. The thrust their spears forward. One angel managed to stab through two chubby orange demons like a gruesome shish kabab. Another demon in a black and white stripped outfit fired a gun at an angel to no effect. The demon teased the angel by appearing and disappearing around him. The trickster’s antics were cut short by a well-fired bolt of electricity through the demon. Two spears crisscrossed through the paralyzed frazzled demon, finishing him off for good.

Vaggie flew down and landed on the ground, stomping after other demons. One demon climbed up a tree, Vaggie followed it, lifting herself up, spear in her mouth and swinging up the branches. She sliced off the demon’s blue head then landed gracefully on the ground on one knee. Standing up, she spotted a red vampire with black wings. She threw her spear and the creature was struck down in a splash of blood. Retrieving her spear, she attacked other demons that got too close…or ones who ran in her line of sight.

“CLEANSE! CLEANSE! CLEANSE!” The chants rang out like a constant war cry. A demon held a sign that read “Fuck you, Heaven!” in large red letters. Nearby, demons with six arms held up protest signs which displayed hellish slogans on them: “God spelled backwards is Dog!” “Hail Lord Lucifer, our true savior!” “Salvation, Sex, Substances, and Slaying.” “Asshole Archangels Suck Dick!” “Go Home Jesus, We’re Drunk As Shit!”

Vaggie quickly made short gory work of them.

Then, Vaggie saw some things that made her freeze. A green frog demon was nursing a wounded doll child back to health. A long dark green snake demon hung motionless from a streetlight, looking like a piece of thick string in the shadows. Whining could be heard from a gray teenage hellhound wearing a black tank top in the middle of a road. She was kneeling next to the furry corpse of her hellhound boyfriend. She lifted up her head and howled in sorrow. Small mouse demons scampered away in fright when they saw Vaggie.

Vaggie stared at her bloodstained hands. “Have I truly become a remorseless monster?”

“CLEANSE! CLEANSE! CLEANSE!” The shouts pounded through the dark among the sounds of breaking glass, screeching cars, demonic laugher and the flickering of flames.

Vaggie’s gut clenched. There was no way she could kill these souls. They did bad things, yes…but surely there was still some light in them. “I never fully believed all they taught me,” she thought. Heaven isn’t perfect at all. It’s ignorant and exclusionary! How could I have followed through with that for so long?”

Around midway through the Purge, Vaggie finally spotted the person she was looking for. The demon princess with her long curly blond hair and pal face was looking forlornly from a balcony. She was wearing a red Victorian style dress with apple designs along the ends of the long dress.

Clearing her throat, Vaggie flapped over to her, spear at the ready. The girl’s eyes grew wide as she approached. Vaggie’s outfit morphed from plain black to an elongated version of her usual stripped leggings and white tank top with Xs over her breasts. Still, she kept her mask on, her horns extended in slight curves. The girl turned to run, but Vaggie waved her hand and the doors locked. She spoke in an emotionless voice, “Princess Charlotte.”

“W-what do you want?” Charlie asked, her voice tremoring in fear.

“I have arrived here on behalf of my leaders and the word of God. You are to surrender yourself peacefully and come with me. You are now an official prisoner of Heaven.”

Tears welled up in Charlie’s yellow eyes. “N-no! I can’t leave Hell and my people. I can’t leave my family!”

“I will resort to physical force if necessary.”

Flames erupted around Charlie and her straight black horns protruded from her head. No other words were needed to get the intention across.

Vaggie raised her spear. “If you won’t come with me…then perish!”

Charlie flinched back. “Leave me alone and hear me out!”

Vaggie stared longer at Charlie. She lowered her weapon. She wasn’t allowed to feel emotion for any demon, let alone the princess of Hell.

But this…peculiar feeling of warmth…was something new. Like a trace of her humanity was rising to the surface.

Charlie stood up, breathing a small sigh of relief.

“I don’t want my people to be slaughtered every year. It truly breaks my heart. I know there’s good in everyone…including you.”

Vaggie lowered her head.

Charlie continued. “I am proposing a way to redeem sinners by introducing a new hotel to help them reform.”

She mentioned to the building she was in, the one with the sign that read “Happy Hotel” in large pink lit up letters on the roof.

“I’ve tried for months but no one listens to me. It’s like I don’t really belong here. If you believe that there’s a soul in everyone…if you have a heart…”

Vaggie stood, conflicted. She had been taught to ignore pleas and cries of mercy. But this was different. It appeared that Charlie felt like an outcast as well…

…and the rare humanity that she showed, despite her status as the daughter of Satan himself.

“I…I…can’t do it!”

She dropped her spear and collapsed to her knees.

Transformation (Charlie)

Charlie did all she could to promote her hotel. Nobody would listen. No matter how many songs she sung, art she created or speeches she made, she’d always be ignored, taunted, ridiculed or even threatened. Food would be thrown at her as demons booed. Her rival Hesla called her a crazed Barbie bitch. Aaron von Eldritch, her former tall green boyfriend, son of Helsa, told her to get a grip and to “start being the pretty, polite, and passive princess she was before.” Out of a new desire to be with a caring woman partner, Charlie broke up with him. Her parents were not pleased.

Lucifer was vivid when he heard the news. “You’ve just severed a valuable alliance with the Eldriches. Now they’re our rivals. We can’t afford to have more competition against us than we already have. A family like theirs could easily turn the tides against us when they badmouth us to our citizens!”

Lilith was disappointed as well and a little surprised with her daughter. “You want to date girls now?” she asked. “How will you raise your heir in the next two centuries?”

“Yes,” Charlie said. “I love both men and women. I don’t see what the problem is.”

The only one who’s the problem is you,” Lucifer seethed. “You’ve never done anything right for so long and, frankly, I’m getting tired of your teenage nonsense. Break away from your petty fantasies, stop tainting our legacy…” his eyes turned red, voice lowered… “And… Grow. The. Fuck. Up.”

Charlie raced into her room, crying fresh tears as she wondered over to the balcony. Lilith was chiding her husband in a harsh voice over how hard he was on her. Charlie looked away when she heard the clock ring out.

Now here she was, with an Exterminator angel sobbing at her feet.

Charlie stared as the angel slowly stood up, picked up her spear, and then removed her mask. A beautiful angelic face appeared, light gray skin, long white hair, a yellow eye, and white shimmering wings. “I am Vaggie, but people call me Vagatha.”

“I am Charlie, but people call me Charlotte.”

“It sounds too formal,” they both said at the same time.

They looked at each other some more, surprised to find they had so much in common on their first meeting day.

Vaggie spoke up. “I was sent here to restrain you or kill you so you wouldn’t be a threat to Heaven. But now…that’s the last thing I want to do.”

“So…you’re not going to kill me?” Charlie asked.

Just then, Samael spoke telepathically to Vaggie. “Based on my observations, the princess cannot be reckoned with. Exterminate her and return to the portal. Over.”

Vaggie gulped.

“What’s wrong?” asked Charlie.

Vaggie looked around frantically. A few other angels stood in mid- air, watching her and waiting to see what she would do next.

“I really can’t do it…” Vaggie said, her body shaking. Charlie comforted her with an embrace. Vaggie stood, stunned, but briefly returned it. Both of them were bonding…and gradually falling in love.

Samael’s voice rang through her mind, making her flinch back. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING, VAGATHA?! FINISH HER OFF AND RECONVENE WITH YOUR ASSOCIATES AT ONCE!”

Vaggie put her mask back on and stepped back. “I promise, Charlie, I will do whatever I can to help you out. Everyone deserves second chances.” She flew off.

Damnation (Vaggie)

Vaggie flew toward the open portal. The angels turned their heads and their eyes glowed red. Samael pulled out his black scythe. Vaggie stood in front of him.

Samael pointed behind her. “Get back down there if you know what’s good for you. Kill her, or I’ll do it myself.”

“No,” said Vaggie.

Vaggie couldn’t believe the word flew out of her mouth. Her thoughts were faster than common sense. Vaggie could no longer hide behind the metaphorical mask of indifference, nor her physical mask over her face. Vaggie took off the black abomination and tossed it to the ground far below.

Samael’s eyes gleamed dangerously red. “What did you just say?”

Vaggie pushed down her fear. “I said, NO!”

Samael growled, showing sharp teeth. “You dare disobey a direct order given to you?”

Vaggie pointed down to Charlie on the balcony. “Charlie wants to rehabilitate sinners and bring them to Heaven! Why should I stop her from pursuing such a merciful goal?”

Samael leaned in. “You should know that we do not accept any sinners. They are inferior to us, plotting our destruction at every moment. Even God has limits on who He can let in.”

Vaggie clenched her fists. “But that’s not just! Slaughtering people without giving them a second chance. I’ve seen bad demons, yes, but others are just innocent families that are poor shadows of who they once were on Earth. Whatever happened to “love thy neighbor?” “Love thine enemy?” Why would God just turn people away?”

“Because,” Samael stated, “They’re monstrous scum. Filthy bugs and maggots who need to be eliminated. They’ll kill us all if their numbers are too great.”

Vaggie shook her head. “Charlie has shown more humanity in her soul than anyone I’ve met. And I’ve only just met her today!” Vaggie stood, defiant and filled with a new purpose. “I refuse to continue with my mission.” But her confidence wavered as more red eyed, angels closed in on her. “Blasphemy…mutiny…” they muttered, emotionless behind creepy grinning masks. One by one, they pointed their weapons at her.

If you won’t obey the will of Christ and God…” Samael held out his hand…”then you’ll burn in Hell just like the rest!”

From down below, Charlie gasped in terror. Vaggie screamed in agony as her gray skin peeled away in chunks. Her spiked white halo broke in little pieces above her head. Her horns and dark uniform vanished. Worst of all, her beautiful white wings rapidly caught fire, burning off feathers that flew to the ground, some stained with blood. Soon her wings were completely burned away, the remains turning into streams of multicolored light that vanished.

Vaggie plummeted to the ground with loud screams, spear still clutched in her hand.

“Vaggie!” Charlie cried.

Samael rushed at Charlie at lightning speed, weapon raised, but someone else was faster.

Lucifer landed a punch that sent Samael flying backwards in an arch. He flew after the angel with six black wings that materialized from his body. His eyes glowed demonic red. He spoke in a deep voice that shook the ground and seeded sheer terror to anyone who heard it.

“NO ONE TOUCHES MY DEAR DAUGHTER! RUN YOU COWARDLY PIECE OF SHIT, OR I’LL DESTROY YOU WITH A FLICK OF MY FINGERS!”

Samael and the angels retreated into the portal and it soon closed.

“This isn’t over, Lucifer!” came Michael’s voice before the portal completely snapped shut.

Charlie jumped off the balcony, her body surrounded by flames. She caught Vaggie before she hit the ground.

Vaggie opened her eyes, now in base demon form, a large pink X over her left eye. White tank top and leggings, back to regular size. She gave Charlie a sad smile before passing out.

Restoration (Charlie)

Vaggie woke up in a comfortable bed in the Happy Hotel. She opened her eyes and saw Charlie standing nearby. Her back and hands were bandaged up, her hair spread apart like resting moth wings.

“Charlie?” she grumbled.

“Yes, I’m here,” said Charlie sounding relieved.

“Thank you for saving me like that,” Vaggie said. “But…why would you do that? I’m your enemy.”

“Not any more. You’re my new friend,” Charlie mentioned. “I don’t want anyone to suffer, not even one of the Exterminators.”

Vaggie sighed, feeling her back. It felt naked and vulnerable without her wings.

“Well, I’m not anymore.” She glanced at her spear, leaning against the wall. “But at least I still have my spear. I think they let me keep it in the hopes I would repent and kill more demons. Which won’t happen,” she added. “But make no mistake. I will strike anyone down who lays a harmful hand on you. You’re too good for this world. Me though…I’ll never be redeemed.”

Charlie smiled and placed a small kiss on Vaggie’s head. She picked up a discarded pink bow and put it on Vaggie’s head of white hair. “You can redeem yourself,” Charlie said. “By helping others redeem themselves. Help me with this hotel. This is your new destiny. Our new destiny. We can live a new afterlife together, and we can get through whatever comes at us.”

Vaggie believed her words with all her soul. Then she glanced down, sadly.

“What is it?” Charlie asked.

“I didn’t get to see my family in Heaven.”

“I’m sorry,” said Charlie. “You must miss them. You were human once, right?”

Vaggie nodded.

“I was born here in Hell, but I can understand how you must feel. I promise we can make things right for both worlds. I’ve seen for myself that humanity can exist even in the blackest hearts.”

Vaggie sighed. “Not sure if I can agree with that part, but let’s see how it goes. You’ll need me to keep you grounded.”

Charlie rolled her eyes. “Don’t remind me, I’m still grounded by my parents. I broke up with this guy and challenged my parents’ opinions.”

“Do you feel guilty about it?” Vaggie asked.

“Sometimes I do,” Charlie admitted.

Then she squeezed Vaggie’s hand affectionately. Vaggie squeezed back. “But for now, I wouldn’t have this moment any other way.”

Vaggie laughed. “What do you see in the future, crazy girl?”

Charlie just smiled. “Rainbows inside every demon.”

#archangelvaggie #alternateuniverse #hazbin hotel theory

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Title: Black Flags and Blue Seas. Rating: M Fandom: Les Miserables. Tags: Graphic Description of wound, Minor Character Death, Alternate Universe - Pirate, Trans Male Character, Trans EnjolrasHurt/Comfort, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Les Amis de l'ABC - Freeform. Ships: Enjolras/Grantaire, Combeferre/Courfeyrac, Joly/Bossuet Laigle/Musichetta, Cosette Fauchelevent/Éponine Thénardier, Cosette Fauchelevent/Marius Pontmercy, Cosette Fauchelevent/Marius Pontmercy/Éponine Thénardier, Mentions of Courfeyrac/Enjolras. Art: I commissioned the wonderful, talented @crashandburrnart do some art for this fic. This is his beautiful and incredible R!! Other Chapters: ONE HERE

Chapter Two.

Nassau.

Enjolras turned away from Feuilly, and walked down the central flight of stairs, Joly’s cabin was the only other one of the ship that was separate from the large sleep and eating room that took up most of the ship’s lower deck. It was in the bow, small and narrow, the sides curving out allowing a little more space than the floor suggested. It was dark, though, being below the surface of the water, just above the keel. Enjolras had offered Joly the Captain’s cabin, but the small man had declined. Insisting that a little propriety and tradition should be kept on board, though Enjolras had made sure to give Joly more than his fare share of the candles and oil lamps they had on board. He bent a little, ducking to avoid hitting his head on the lintel; he could hear the moans coming from behind a half wall leading to where Joly had his table.

“Hold him still, Boss,” Joly had a high pitched voice, it was small and mousy and only soothing when paired with Bossuet’s low calming tones. “I’m going to have to have a look at this leg.”

“I think I’ll need a stiff drink after this is sorted out,” Bossuet laughed, he had an accent that Enjolras hadn’t been able to place, not until Bossuet had taken off his shirt to reveal lines of scars and a brand. Enjolras had never asked Bossuet where he had come from; Bossuet hadn’t volunteered the information either, though a silent current of knowledge passed between them.

“I’ll second that,” Enjolras said as he rounded the wall to see Grantaire laid on the table.

Bossuet was holding him at the shoulders and hips; Musichetta was on the other side, standing next to Joly, she too held one of R’s shoulders though he other hand was busy stroking through his hair. A lantern swung from side to side above them, orange light flickering in the motion of the sea. It illuminated the bloody horror that was Grantaire; his nose was obviously broken, both eyes swollen black, shiny and stuck shut. His shirt had been changed and his chest bandaged up, though the bandages were already soaking through; bright red patches of blood flowering through the white shirt. His breeches had been rolled up so that they stopped mid thigh, he wore no stockings, here Enjolras could see the wound in his calf. Blood flowed from it, whatever it had been that had sliced through it, it had cut through the skin, and muscles down to the bone; Enjolras could see white peaking from the wound.

“Captain, as long as you’re there, you can help as well,” Joly said looking up and meeting Enjolras’s eyes, he had a large spray of blood going up his cheek. His black hair had been tied up as best as possible, a small bun on the back of his head, the tip of a dipping pen could be seen poking out the top. “Come here and hold his leg completely still, please.” Joly nodded towards where he had one of his hand occupied holding Grantaire; he used this hand to poke his spectacles further up his nose.

“I don’t want to hurt him,” Enjolras backed up, he didn't like the thought of causing further pain to Grantaire with his inexperienced hands.

“You wont hurt him,” Joly softened, he spoke as low and as quiet as he could, “if he moves while I examine him, it'll hurt him more. Captain, if you will.”

“If you’re sure,” Enjolras grimaced and took his place next to Joly and Musichetta, gingerly holding R’s leg. He watched as Joly bent over Grantaire, his hands skimming over the torn skin around the wound, he poured some of Courfeyrac’s vodka into the cut, Grantaire screamed his face going pale; blotchy red spots bloomed across his skin.

“Boss, give him more rum please, and a leather bit to bite down on,” Joly ordered, his voice steady as he continued to prod about the leg.

“Aye,” Bossuet turned around, grabbing the bottle of vodka, knocking over a few saws and pots as he did so. He took a roll of leather from under the table, and after he’d given Grantaire a few gulps of rum, he shoved the leather in to his mouth. “Bite on this R.” He said, wiping some of the beads of sweat away from Grantaire’s face.

“How’s it looking?” Enjolras whispered to Joly, he fought to keep his hands from shaking, he fought to keep the last meal he’d had down.

“Ah,” Joly sighed, “it’s hard to say, though I think it could be saveable if I just-“

“No, its not,” Enjolras realised, Joly was stalling for time, stalling so he wouldn’t have to do what everyone in that room knew had to be done. “It’s not saveable is it?”

“I- I don’t… maybe there’s a way we can make this work,” Joly tried desperately looking again at the gaping, ragged hole in Grantaire’s leg. “I could sew it up but, there’s just so much muscle damage, maybe if his ankle was-“

“You know, as well as I do, that there is no way we can mend this,” Enjolras rested his hand on Joly’s shoulder. “It’s too far gone.”

“I know,” Joly sighed, screwing up his face, “I’ll get my saw. Boss, more vodka, please.” He said, “Chetta try and keep him as calm as possible.”

“You can do this, if there’s anyone on this ship that can do this, it’s you,” Musichetta, tipped Joly’s chin up so that his eyes were level with hers. She had wild, brown curly hair, light brown skin and an accent that was honey sweet. She had told Enjolras, over a bottle of rum one night (or early morning) that her parents had been driven to the West Indies from Southern Spain, persecuted because of the religion they chose to practice. She was as fierce as Enjolras, as kind as Courfeyrac, as hard working as Feuilly, and as valuable to the ship as Combeferre; without Musichetta, Enjolras was sure her two lovers would fail.

Grantaire was breathing slowly, a sheen of sweat covering every visible part of skin, his eyes were glassy and unfocused; Enjolras had never seen him so still. He was gulping air around the leather bit, deep breaths pushing his chest in and out. His leg was still bleeding, staining the table red; covering Joly’s hands. His eyelids fluttered every now and then. Though for the moment the cabin was eerily calm, the only sound apart from the waves against the hull, and Grantaire’s breaths, was the squeak of the lantern as it swung with the boat.

It started, Enjolras focused on Grantaire’s intact thigh, feeling the pulse of life under his hands, he tried to ignore was going on next to him. He told himself not to listen to it, to push himself into another place, to listen to the rise and fall of the sea. Grantaire started screaming about ten seconds in, the leather falling out of his mouth and on to the floor; then no sooner than he’d started, he passed out cold. Enjolras was almost relieved, he had never experienced something as awful as this. Then it was done and Joly was putting Grantaire back together as best he could, with a piece of him missing.

“It’s done,” Joly said, washing the blood off his hands before he neatened up the stitches around the stump that was now Grantaire’s leg. “I’ll talk to Feuilly and Combeferre about a prosthetic. In the mean time, Bossuet could probably make something out of what we’ve got on here.”

“I’ll get right to it,” Bossuet looked up from where he was cleaning the blood around Grantaire as best he could.

“Good idea,” Enjolras nodded, some part of him still in denial about what he’d seen. “I have a ship to captain, if you’ll excuse me. I am sure we’re near enough Nassau now. Let Combeferre know that you have my permission to purchase anything you should need in order to assist with his recovery.”

He tried to shake off what he had seen and felt and heard in Joly’s cabin, he tried to think instead about warning Nassau about The Scarborough. He thought about the small room he had waiting for him there, the room that overlooked a courtyard, the room would be covered in dust owing to the amount of time he’d spent away from it. He thought about the next book he was going to pick up from the tiny book vendor on Market Street; he wondered if this one would be in French or English, perhaps, if he wanted testing, it would be in Spanish or Italian. But the memories of what had happened not ten minutes ago echoed in his head, repeating round and round never stopping, never ending. He could only imagine what Grantaire would be feeling when he woke.

“Captain, how is-“

“He lost the leg,” Enjolras interrupted Courfeyrac as his helmsman spotted him walking on to the main deck, he watch as Courf’s face changed from concerned to horrified.

“Oh,” Courf’s mouth was perfect ‘o’ shaped, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes turned pained, “oh god.”

“Joly’s taking care of him, he did all he could,” Enjolras said, “He’ll live.”

“You don’t know that,” Courfeyrac muttered.

“Grantaire hasn’t had the opportunity to smirk and make lewd comments about the size of my prize, yet, he’ll at least live to do so.” Enjolras smiled, “You can go check on him if you wish, I’ll take the helm.”

“Thanks Cap’n,” Courf slapped him lightly on the shoulder and took off towards Joly’s cabin.

Deck was a flurry of activity, crew were running about the place preparing the ship to enter in to the harbour at Nassau. They would reach it soon enough; he could hear Combeferre and Feuilly doing an inventory of the prizes they had picked up in the past three months. The royal and the topgallant sails were open full, powering them through the waves. Le Ami was a square rigged ship, four masts and a jib; at the back was the poop deck, which is where Enjolras usually stayed. It was the place where he was least likely to get in the way of one of the rigging crew. His crew numbered 180 men, all of whom were fit and able, all things considered he was doing well.

“Combeferre-“ he called, seeing his quartermaster leaving Feuilly and walking towards the lower deck “-with me please.”

“Sir,” Combeferre said walking up to the poop deck and joining him, watching the shadow of New Providence Island become clearer out of the fog.

“Captain Grantaire,” Enjolras looked at his friend and sighed, “he lost his leg. I’ve informed Joly that he is allowed to take whatever he should need from the profits of our latest prize in order to aid in Ranae’s healing.”

“That’s very generous of you, Cap’n,” Combeferre watched Enjolras carefully, his eyes never once leaving his captain’s face.

“Yes, well, he would have done the same if our positions were reversed,” Enjolras coughed, fiddling with a curl of blond hair that had escaped his queue.

“Was there anything else you wished to discuss, sir?” Combeferre asked, his voice low, his hand resting easily on his sword; the other on his pistol.

“Actually, there was. I was thinking, if he wished, that I would offer Ranae his job back,” Enjolras studied Combeferre’s expression. “I understand Feuilly misses the nest.”

“That he does,” Combeferre nodded. “Why? Why would you ask Ranae to join the crew again?”

Enjolras shrugged, he had just always assumed that Grantaire would find a way back to them at some point; he had even come to miss R’s debates, realising that since he’d gone there was no one who’d stand up to him like he needed. He supposed that beyond his frustration with the perpetual cynic, he had harboured some feelings of affection, if not friendship towards the man; he had always found Grantaire attractive, in a way. Despite what people thought about him, Enjolras was no monk, he was subject to the whims and wills of the heart and body; though he had taken none to his bed that did not mean he did not want to.

“He is without a ship, and without a crew; though he is still our friend, we can’t leave him on his own with no choice,” Enjolras said finally, looking at Combeferre.

“You miss him, don’t you?” Combeferre raised an eyebrow, his voice took on the tone it had when he was probing Enjolras for information.

“I can assure you I do not miss him, not even a little bit.” Enjolras took out his eyeglass, looking in to the harbour, trying to gauge who’s ships were in floating on the water.

“Hmm,” Combeferre looked at Enjolras over the top of his circular glasses, as he ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll leave you to it, cap’n.”

“Thanks, Ferre,” Enjolras waved Combeferre off, turning to the island again.

The town of Nassau was a few hundred meters back from the beach, the actual brick and mortar buildings started popping up after the myriad of tents used by the pirate crews. To the right of the ship, on a spit of land that jutted out in to the sea, was a large stone fort, Enjolras knew that there were seven quarter pounders pointed in their direction. The palm trees that created a barrier between the beach and the town swayed in the wind that danced over the waves to the island. A thick layer of mist covered the hills that bordered the town to the north, it rolled down the side, obscuring the dense forest that blanketed the rolling hills and valleys. The town itself was a hotchpotch of buildings, some of them English, some of them built in a more continental style, almost reminding Enjolras of home. He moved to the port side of the ship, hooking a leg over the rigging and standing on the very edge, feeling the slight spray of the water on his face. The ropes creaked under his hands, and the wind buffeted him gently, running through his hair cooling him down in the heat of the sun. He laughed, tasting salt and sea, looking down in to the clear azure water as their ship seemed to fly over the waves; he loosed the ribbon from his hair, letting the blond curls tumble over his shoulders and down his back even as they were buoyed by the wind. His waistcoat was unbuttoned and it almost slipped over his shoulders, the sleeves of his shirt ballooned out as the cooling wind found its way in to his clothes.

“Raise the black!” He called, hearing the command repeated by the shipmaster and the ropes behind him hoisting his banner high, he grinned looking back to see the red skull and scythe flapping in the air.

The pulled into the harbour with Combeferre giving his usual speech about not spending all the allotted pay at once and making provisions for the future. The men laughed and joked as usual as Enjolras stepped into his waiting longboat. The men rowed ashore quickly, all of them eager to get in to one of their usual whorehouses and ‘let off some steam’. Enjolras was eager to see to his sister and father, he thought about the tea and biscuits that was waiting for him in the Tavern just off the main street in town. His feet hit the boards of the main jetty, his legs feeling slightly wobbly after over two months at sea.

The streets were dusty, the wind from the ocean and beach hadn't travelled with him into town. His men disappeared into various brothels and taverns, one by one until he was on his own as he entered The Jolly Drunkard. The tavern was rather empty, though there were a few captains hunched over tankards of beer or plates of food. Mr Amos was behind the bar as usual, wiping down a tankard, and listening to shouted orders of drinks and meat. He inclined his head to Enjolras, indicating to that his father and sister were in their office and that he could go through and see them. The stairs creaked under him, announcing his presence before he could throw open the double doors.

“Julien?! Is that you?” Cosette called through the doors, Enjolras heard the rush of her footsteps and the crash of a chair falling over before the doors flung open and Cosette was jumping into his arms. “Its been more than two months, I thought papa said no more than two months at a time.”

“Circumstances arose, we got delayed out of Boston,” Enjolras shrugged. “Where is father?”

“He’s sleeping on the veranda, or he’s smoking his pipe and drinking rum on the veranda. I think he misses the sea,” Cosette smiled sadly, Jean Valjean had been growing old, “he’s getting so weak he can hardly climb the stairs without Mr Amos helping him.”

“It happens Cosette, people grow old, pirate kings are no exception,” Enjolras touched her shoulder.

“We need to go over your profits from your latest prize, anyway, best get that over with before papa starts to grill you,” his sister grinned, tying her hair into a bun as was her custom before she sat down to write.

“Indeed, there’s something else as well, something that would best be discussed out of nosy ear’s range,” Enjolras muttered into Cosette’s ear as he bent down to hug her once more.

“Right this way then,” Cosette said leading him into the office.

The office had two french doors that lead out on to the veranda, where Enjolras could indeed see his father rocking back and forth on his chair a pipe and bottle of rum in his hand. A desk was set up in the corner of the room, several ledgers piled on top of each other covered the surface of the large walnut desk. An ornately carved chair lay on its back from Cosette had knocked it over. An unlit oil lamp was the only other thing on the desk; Enjolras assumed that the quill and ink that usually sat on top of the ledgers had been buried under the volume of parchment and paper.

“So, you took a merchant ship off the coast of Boston?” Cosette asked, opening one of the ledgers and revealing the quill and ink.

“Aye, a rich one, headed for New York,” Enjolras nodded, “we took about a thousand pounds worth of goods and such from it. They’re being unloaded as we speak and should be all in the warehouse by the evening.”

“I’ll need to see the captain’s log, as is customary for hauls more than a thousand pounds,” Cosette scribbled something else in to the ledger.

“I know,” Enjolras took the log out of his bag, “Combeferre packed it for me, he reminded me you’d want to see it.”

“I knew there was a reason I pushed you to take him as quartermaster over Courfeyrac,” Cosette smiled and took the log. “Now, there was something else that was troubling you?”

“On our way into Nassau, we passed The Charioteer,” Enjolras began.

“I know, I sent her off about two days ago,” Cosette looked confused.

“She had been aflame, nearly sunk, all her crew dead apart from Ranae,” Enjolras continued, “he was badly hurt. Joly had to take his leg. But there was something really wrong, ‘Sette.”

“What.” Cosette’s face turned dark, her brows knitted together.

“Her gun ports weren't open, she hadn’t even tried to fire on her attackers,” Enjolras said waiting for Coesette’s reaction.

“Why would Grantaire not even try to defend himself?” Cosette asked, her eyes going wide, “why wouldn’t he try at least?”

“That’s what we thought, we walked about on deck, and there was no sign of who attacked them,” Enjolras said, shrugging, “though I did think-“

“You thought, what?” Cosette interrupted.

“I thought perhaps it was the Scarborough,” Enjolras whispered, looking outside to where his father sat smoking his pipe, and drinking his rum.

“Impossible. The Scarborough ports in Boston now, she's not been seen in the Indies for the last year at least.” Cosette shook her head.

“But, she is the only ship that could possibly have made Grantaire surrender, I might not like him much, but I can’t deny he’s a courageous man, Cosette,” Enjolras sat back and folded his arms, still not raising his voice above a whisper. “He would never surrender to just anyone, it would have had to have been someone with immense power, someone who could wipe him out no matter what he did; the only ship with that many guns that we know of is the Scarborough.”

“But the English abandoned Nassau and New Providence to us twenty years ago, they’re not going to take it back any time soon,” Cosette frowned, leaning towards to Enjolras, her mouth set.

“Listen-“ Enjolras stood and walked to the window- “I didn’t want to believe it too but-“ He broke off as there was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” Cosette called.

“Theodore,” Combeferre said, Enjolras could hear he feet shuffle outside the door, “I bring news of Captain Grantaire.”

“Enter!” Cosette said, standing up and throwing her arm around Combeferre when he came through. “Thank you for taking care of my brother, big dolt that he is.”

“It is not such a hardship, my lady,” Combeferre smiled, patting her gently on the back, “he’s a funny dolt at least.”

“Haha,” Enjolras rolled his eyes, turning back from the window to look at Combeferre he said, “what’s this news about Grantaire?”

“He woke briefly, spewed some nonsense about an English ship, The Scarborough I assume, attacking him and his crew; though it was all very garbled and hard to understand. He also asked for you, several times Captain.” Combeferre reported.

“Is he still awake, Theodore, can I speak to him?” Enjolras studied at his quartermaster intently, looking right in his dark brown eyes.

“Nay, he’s not, he fell asleep again, before we could ask him anything, though Joly thinks he’ll wake soon,” Combeferre said frowning a little, pushing his glasses further on to the bridge of his nose, fingering one lock of hair absently.

“Soon? When’s soon?” Enjolras asked.

“I’m not a doctor, I’m a quartermaster; how am I supposed to know?” Combeferre raised an eyebrow at Enjolras. “I also came here to give you this-“ he took out a leather bound book from his bag “-you left it behind, also you left your share of the profits as well,” he threw Enjolras a coin purse.

“Ah, yes, well I suppose I’ve had a lot on my mind,” Enjolras shrugged at the noise Cosette made.

“Anyway, the latest prize has been loaded into the warehouse and is at your disposal, my lady, Captain. The ship has been scrubbed and any repairs have been made or are in progress as we speak; we are restocked and ready to leave soon as you wish, sir.” Combeferre stood by the door, his hands fiddling with a loose hem on his waistcoat.

“Great, though I suppose I should give the men some time here before we set off again, let them know they’ve four days. Tell Joly that Grantaire can be brought to the house; if father won't let them have the guest suite they can take my rooms here, but Grantaire will need to be in the best place possible if he is to make a swift recovery and I am in no doubt that that is in the manor.” Enjolras waved his hand to Combeferre, “I’d leave now, friend, if you don’t want to have to deal with my father.”

“Thank you, no, I still have nightmares about the last time. My lady, Cap’n,” Combeferre bowed out, leaving Cosette and Enjolras alone once more.

“Well, I suppose the hour of reckoning has come,” Enjolras said, moving to the window and patting Cosette on the head, “time to go and talk to father.”

“You know he wishes you’d still call him papa,” Cosette smiled and went to sit to behind her desk.

“I can’t,” Enjolras shook his head and stepped out of the french doors that lead to the balcony. “Father, it’s good to see you.” He said, standing stiffly to attention as Jean Valjean turned in his chair to face him.

“Enjolras, it has been too long,” Valjean said, standing on shaky legs to shake Enjolras’s hand. “We missed you, here. Though I trust your time has been fruitful?”

“It has, we took a prize that-“ Enjolras stopped when he saw his father heave a breath before he fell into his chair. “Father?”

“Forgive me, my strength is not what it used to be,” he took out his pipe again, and started to puff on it, the smoke wafted over to him, filling Enjolras’s lungs. “Now, I hear you and ‘Sette talking about something that sounded important, tell me Julienne, what is it? Is dear Ranae okay? I rather like that boy.”

“Julien father, not Julienne, not anymore. It was nothing, we decided it could wait; there’s no need to worry about it.” Enjolras felt the heat of anger at his father rise and then dissipate. Jean Valjean was old; his memory was shoddy and though he had mostly respected Enjolras’s wishes, some of those things had faded from his mind; somewhere Enjolras knew that his father still saw him as Cosette’s twin sister, not her brother. He pushed it from himself, whilst his father had still been one hundred percent compus mentus, he had addressed Enjolras properly as he had asked and that was what he had to remember.

“I apologise my boy, it seems my memory as well as my strength is failing me,” his father smiled and gestured to the seat next to him. “Come sit a while, I’m sure your crew can wait another half hour yet.”

“Aye, father, though I confess that perhaps a half hour is too long - there are some matters of importance on the ship which I do need to be seeing to.” He shifted uncomfortably, laughing a little and scratching the back of his head. “It was good to see you again father, but-“

“You and Combeferre are requested to bless us with your presence at supper tonight, I miss the boy,” Jean Valjean smiled and leaned back in his chair, watching a horse and cart trundle down the small cobbled street, the palm trees that lined it swayed in the breeze. “You can go, check on your amour.”

“My- no- father, Ranae isn’t… it’s not like that… he’s just… a friend… not even that really, father please,” Enjolras stammered knowing that his face was turning red, not from the hot breeze that skittered along the balcony.

“I expect to formally meet him at some point mon petit,” his father said sleepily smiling, puffing on his pipe, rocking backwards and forwards, “now go, see to your ship and your crew, son.”

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Donna finds Harvey whilst he’s having a panic attack in his office that came out of now where. Btw, love your stories!

Note: Sorry it’s not Halloweeny! I’ll endeavour to write a prompt tomorrow for Halloween.

Breathless 1/1

He held the letter in his hands, the crisp paper like an iron weight between his fingers; that raw need to crumple it’s existence bending under the feeling of he vice like grip against his chest that stilling the impulse to a dull whim. His eyes bulged, the low light of the poignantly empty office swaying into a blur of orange and white tones around him, his heart beating fast in bass notes inside the back of his skull, pressing a sharp tightness onto the underside of his eyes, as he blinked slowly against the feint gaussian blur of sheer, unwashed panic.

Time slowed down into half moments, the words on paper freezing in his mind’s eye…

~I need to be loved back, Harvey.

I need more.

And if you’re not that person for me, then I need to go searching for that person.

Jessica has given me an ‘out’.

I’m going to take it.

And I need you to let me go.

But I will always love you.

Donna.~

…

I can’t do well when I think you’re gonna leave me

But I know I try

Are you gonna leave me now

Can’t you be believing now

I know everything about you

You know everything about me

Know everything about us

‘We are the People’ Cover by Broods.

…

There was nothing worse than making an exit, a huge life altering choice, only to have forgotten something. Have left something behind in the moment.

Like a cruel joke, it offset her direction, pulling her back against the fury of their situation. At least the stumble had helped rope in the pain, the slight panic as she had slid into the cab with a finality, only to have it be turned back around with a covered frustration and a tempered annoyance.

She always seemed to lack the impact of large open-mouthed gestures. For a woman with a flare for the dramatic it was a consistent let down. Another thing she needed to change now.

She kept her eyes straight, her bag close to her as she rode the elevator, a silent curse for a second exit on her horizon. Twice the effort. Twice the pain. Only half the takeaway…

She had been careful, earlier, to wait until the building was almost empty. Until people - the important ones, at least - had gone home for the day, before she had packed her things into a familiar brown cardboard box, and said goodbye to her short lived existence as COO of soon-to-be Specter Litt.

An era that she wouldn’t be a part of.

A marked divide in time, like a fork in the road.

She had remembered her actions, earlier that day,

When she had paused at the doorway of that office. His office. A place where she hadn’t sat outside for very long, before change had come. Where the layout was slightly different than all the ones before. Where fewer memories had matured into points of reference for her life and fewer emotions had been spilled. She had walked up, tight chested and eyes brimming but not overflowing and carefully placed the crisp white letter onto the transparent glass desk.

It had been a moment of bittersweet ending. A poignant serenade to the ‘old’ her. The old Donna.

A serenade that had paused unnaturally the moment she had returned, a flash of red against a backdrop of silver and tope.

All because of a keepsake, locked away in a drawer that she’d forgotten about…

She cursed herself, the building seeming abandoned now, save for the fluorescent lighting, that cast a staleness into the air as she rounded the corner at a pace.

She glided towards the doorway to her office, her feet halted by a thud in her chest that her eyes carried the weight of.

Harvey.

He was hunched over her desk, the white paper held in his hands as his chest jerked with a heaviness at the slight hiss of constriction. She noticed his collar, pulled out jaggedly to his left shoulder, the knot of his black silk tie painfully strained and the top button of his shirt undone with what had looked like an unnaturally unsteady hand.

Harvey’s eyes flicked to hers then, her own widening in shock. His eyes were bloodshot and panic ridden, fear riddled even in the darkness that his eyes reflected.

“Harvey?” She managed, shock overriding the last few hours of her life, circumventing them into a blanket concern for the man stood in front of her, a man that she had folded away into the recent past, only to be confronted with him once again.

She took a step towards him. “Are you…” She paused, watching his mouth move.

“Just’,” He managed, barely, his voice hoarse and his mouth opening and closing in a strained grimace against his panting.

“Harvey?” She repeated, her face bending in fear of the stark image in front of her.

“Jus’-go.” He managed, his voice airly and unlike himself as his eyes flashed at her with the same old message. A warning. A red letter against her name, like all those other times.

She frowned, the pieces falling together like unbroken glass.

She, Donna Paulsen, was witnessing he, Harvey Specter, having a panic attack.

For the first time, since she had left him that very first time…

The famous state that had cracked the smooth veneer of one of New York’s most powerful and self-controlled men.

She was witnessing, for the very first time, the way that she could utterly break him.

“Harvey, it’s okay, you’re…”

He stumbled backwards then, straightening slightly against the window ledge, as his throat strangled a breath, looking about the room for a second in a way that had her searching too.

What was he looking for?

Air?

Water?

A distraction?

A way out?

She let her bag slide off of her shoulder, hearing the thud of it’s blunt landing but paying no mind to the action, as she skirted around the edge of her desk, watching the way it panicked him further, his breaths coming in steep waves, crashing against the rise and fall of his ribs. He looked away from her, his eyes falling onto the floor below until they closed with a press, his jaw setting as his hand dropped the letter, the swish of paper sifting through the air and landing on the carpet, as he clenched his now empty hand into a fist, pulling it tightly to his side.

Donna felt her own breath stutter, panic at how this incredibly strong and stubborn man, that she had just exiled from her life, that had she had left behind in order to save herself, was suddenly and completely torn in to pieces in front of her. Scaled down by a few words on a page. By her words, no less.

“Hey,” She bit, her voice commanding and solid. She neared him, every step tentative, halted almost from her usual decisiveness, by the way his eyes bored into hers, his shoulders hunching at the pressure still coursing through him. He bowed his head, his hand reaching out for the window ledge with a ham fisted grasp.

Her own hand slid against his forearm, causing him to flinch, the heat radiating off of him as his eyes collided with hers with a lash.

“Don-na,” He mumbled, all the makings of a protest and a danger ridden warning in his darkened tone.

Unlucky for him, she was practised in his company, and despite the ripe hurt inside her still, she didn’t fear him. If anything, she felt strong and sure, as her hand slid up his arm and against his clammy face, the other hand following the impulse.

He straightened, becoming tense against her soft hands, but not pushing her away as he struggled for breath and words and clarity.

She smoothed her hands against his cheeks, against the five o’clock shadow and moistness, brushing up and down the panels of his cheekbones, as his brow furrowed against his gained attention of her.

“Harvey…close your eyes,” Donna commanded, her voice silky and slightly motherly. His eyelids dropped in an instant. She frowned in response, his compliance knocking her train of thought. “Concentrate on my voice and just…breathe, okay?” She asked softly, her face bending to judge his response. She felt his head drop slightly in reply, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down as his face twitched in her hands. “Harvey, I need you to tell me that you hear me.” She asked then. He mumbled something incoherent, his head getting heavier in her hands with every passing second, as she braced his weight, one hand jumping to his shoulder, grasping his arm through his suit jacket. She felt his footing wobble underneath him then, almost relying on her strength to be his aid. She scooped a hand under him, just in time to take his weight as his arms grasped roughly at the back of her jacket, pulling down on the thick fabric as his head dropped down to her shoulder like a deadweight, stilling for a moment as she felt his heartbeat, the thudding of his muscle leaping clean out of his chest and landing against hers.

She gasped then, immersed by the feeling of panic radiating off of him, his form frozen stiff against her, as her arms wrapped around his back, her chin lifting to fit over his suited shoulder and bringing them flush together. She was momentarily speechless. Too scared to wound him further and too hurt to know of a compromise to fit the moment.

She was an island. His island. And yet, she belonged to no one.

She felt alone at sea, surrounded by something, someone, that had no place of happiness for her, and yet was drowning in front of her.

His grip on her tightened, contradicting the way that his breath began to calm slightly, soothed by the possibilities that her words evoked.

I can’t do well when I think you’re gonna leave me

But I know I try

Are you gonna leave me now

Can’t you be believing now

“I love you-d-don’t…leave me,” He managed, his voice sounding almost too heavy for the changing sentiment.

She felt her eyes fill at his words, the sting of tears in each corner, her breath hitching as one of her hands slid into his short hair, cupping the back of his head.

“It’s not enough, Harvey” She confessed, her face crumpling with a grimace that pulled the emotion clean out of her like a ripped bandaid. She coughed tears that felt like dirty ice, a cry forcing it’s way out like a wounded animal, in feeling his own heart begin to race again. “I deserve more.” She rushed the words. “Give me more…and I’ll stay for as long as you want me.” She promised him, the words roped in the ugliest of truths as her breath hitched.

His head lifted then, his cheek falling upon hers, as his hold of her tightened, his jaw tilting as his lips grazed her earlobe.

This was the moment. Two steps forward, or four steps back.

“I…need…you.” He managed, his voice still seeming tight in his chest. “I can’t lose you…”

“I need you to want me as more than this, Harvey.” She countered, frowning. “But if you don’t, then….you need to let me go.”

He pulled away from her, his hands sliding in between them, suddenly on her face and directing her gaze to his.

He looked terrified. Overcome. At odds with her and himself and the world around them. As if the world was spinning around them at a million miles a second, and threatening to throw him directly into the stars.

“Everything?” He asked her, his thumbs brushing over her cheeks as a weak distraction against the concept of such a thing.

“Everything.” She confirmed, her eyes wide and tear filled as she struggled with the feeling of her own breath catching in her throat, releasing it twice as quickly when his lips pressed against hers.

She felt his hands tighten around her face, his lips lingering against hers in a way that held a pause of thought.

She broke apart from him, feeling the doubt start to seep in. “Harv-”

His lips captured hers then, and he straightened as he tilted her head at an angle more fitting to his advantage. His right hand slid to the back of her head, fingers threading through her auburn locks as his lips parted, his advance on her growing hungrier as his bottom lip nudged her mouth to open a fraction. She moaned quietly into his mouth, her hands sliding to the middle of his chest, his heartbeat beginning to race with a polarised intention, different from before, as she felt the tingle of his tongue brushing tentatively against hers. His lips were salty, with a tinge of acid as she opened her mouth enough for him to kiss her fully, sucking at her tongue in a way that made her breasts twitch and her mind go blank as she reciprocated. He seemed to feel her relax instinctively against him, his left hand dropping inside her coat and grasping at her waist as his lips slid apart from hers, allowing him to pull away just enough to leave them panting, their cheeks tear stained and pressing together.

“I love you,” He whispered.

She sighed, the impulse flooding her brain, as all tension drained steadily out of her.

Like the last piece of their puzzle.

His last hurdle.

Her last doubt.

“Love me how, Harvey?” She replied, waiting for the answer as if her life truly depended on it.

He leant back, taking in his first calm breath since she’d returned, his eyes connecting with hers.

“…in every way…” He told her, before he pulled her back against him.

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