#usually don't like parasite story lines but this one is okay

[preciousmetaltimeofnight]

Would be funny if Max got the parasite because of Foolish's improvised surgery. Chainsaws aren't very sanitary after all

[zu-is-here]

Okay, I translated the sixth fragment and posted it on ficbook, it's the Coraline crossover time now!

I'd like to clarify a few things first. The more I get to know about this story, the more I realise that this Multiverse is rather different than the usual ones. Its rules are very specific. Outcodes are based on the canon ones, but that's pretty much it. Different world means different lives. So I'll have to come up with new names. Some were easy to figure out, Dream will become Daydream, Nightmare — Night Terror (though he won't be exactly present in The dream that comes crashing down), Blueberror — Satellite, or just Sate sometimes. I'm still not sure about Error, Fresh, and Cross, but sharing what I have now wouldn't hurt, right? If you have any suggestions, feel free to let me know! For now it's Mischance ("You might be any mis- in the world — misbehaving, misunderstanding, misfortune, a mistake, but you have a chance to do better, to be better, and you give others a chance, too") Inbox (because the parasite doesn't have a host here, neither Freshtale Sans nor any other monster or human; they live in a mechanical box of some sort), and Scheme (it sounds very black-and-white to me, plus it's in honor of Xtale that was never finished and remained a draft, a plan, plus "Cross" himself turned out to be detailed enough, alive enough to continue living on his own, so it's a nice way to mock XGaster, may he rest in peace without perfectionism) respectively. As I said, it might change, I'm still having fun searching for words that might suit a character.

On a different note though, can I please tell how hard it is to write other Nightmare? He is just impossible, as well as the whole other Multiverse. Terrifying, too. Knowing that Dream will stay there for quite some time doesn’t help at all. I mean, I understand what makes him hold on to the place, the poor child has just lost everything and suddenly sees it all safe and sound, but I also know what happens next, and my soul aches so much... The worst thing is that other Nightmare can be understanding, kind, and overall sweet, so Dream has absolutely no idea what's coming. That might be a good place for a little warning: things will get dark later. I don't ever write bad endings though! Mine are always hopeful, if not happy. And here I must tell a bit about how this Multiverse works. There are to main endings for Dream's strory, and the bad one will come into play. How that's possible is for me to know and for you to find out (; It is definitely not coming soon, but I hope you'll like it when we get there!

A few other fun facts. This Multiverse didn't, doesn't and won't have Ink! Or Doodle Sphere. What it does have is red-and-orange (like flames) echo flowers literally everywhere except the other Multiverse. Even in the Anti-void. They represent me, always listening to whatever happens 🌻 It will be so much fun to break the fourth wall the way I plan!

A-a-and the last thing for now. There won't be any romantic ships in canon story, but I can already see lots of potential for lots of romantic (and not really) ships, so I've got extras in mind, too!

This project sounds too big for fanfiction, scary... But I can do it, especially when I have support of you and so many other people! You all are just amazing 💗💗💗

A bit nervous but also very excited,

anfie.

Oh that's great! Thank you *^*

New names are a really valid idea for another world since they themselves can talk about a lot ;) and your options are amazing! At first I thought of Monochrome for Cross but that would be too obvious actually, and then I saw Scheme that does sound much more solid (to mock X!Gaster as well xd).

But maybe that's the point! You don't need to know what's next ☆ It would be easier for you to observe your character and convey their emotions and lines as long as you are them, or you follow them, not lead them. You're literally emboding it on the go! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵) then Nightmare is nice and caring, just because you lost him and regained him again. And no one knows what's next! Well, yeah, it will be dark, can't see anything. ;)

It's quite an interesting step to remove Ink from the story when he's usually omnipresent (๑･̑◡･̑๑) and here's the author herself destroying the fourth wall! True, these echo flowers are such a sweet signature of you, the most part of you in your work ♡

Ohhh fans are unstoppable, they'll find a ship even where it's not XD

As they say, глаза боятся... ☆ Good luck!!

[l1ana]

Dating Peter Parker while being Eddies' younger sister would include...

Dedicated to @gaynessnyoom for giving me this idea tysm bb

———

You had moved in with Eddie, claiming that you needed a place to crash at for some time

Which was odd since you were in college

Whatever, Eddie loved you with his entire being. Obviously, he let you in without hesitation

To be quite frank, he was getting tired of being alone accompanied with a blood hungy parasite every day

You staying at his place clearly made days much more brighter

You both loved exchanging stories about one another during your time apart and laughed it up

When Venom came into the picture, things didn't really change much besides you and him having constant arguments on which sort of sweets were better

Venom made an oath at the moment he saw you to protect you from whatever harm may come your way with the same amount of force that he protects Eddie with

They both loved you like a daughter — In spite of Eddie being your older brother

Your pictures of different monuments and various attractions served as good fuel for his career

Photography was your more proficient skill

One day while you were walking around the city, snapping a few pics, you saw it— Or rather, him

Spider-man, the hero of Queens

Lounging in an alleyway, sat in a hammock made of spiderwebs with a pair of headphones on

His red and blue color pallet immediately caught your eyes and you took a picture with no second thoughts

While you were fawning over catching a picture of someone so famous, the camera flash had caused the spandex-attired male to turn in your direction

Oh dear how he felt his heartbeat speed up three times than usual

Good lord you were a goddess in his eyes

He was stammering and tripping over his own words, unable to get anything out

There goes his spiderman charm

“So you're the real deal, huh?” You asked, stepping into the alleyway while looking up at him

“M-mhm, yup. In the flesh— whoa!” He stood up in his hammock but immediately lost balance, slipping and falling into the dumpster besides you. His head popped up from the pile of garbage bags

“More like in the spandex...” A gag came from your lips. “...And rotten foods.” You giggled, plucking a half-eaten banana from off his head

‘Im in love’ He thought then and there

From that point on, a beautiful relationship formed between you and Spiderman, the both of you meeting up in secluded areas of the city and exchanging joyous words every day

The time you and his geeky self -aka Peter Parker- met up was when you and Eddie paid a visit to the Bugle, in search for some juicy news to cover and report on

Peter had intentionally bumped into you in hopes to start up any sort of small talk. It was then that he found out that you wanted to dig deeper into Spidermans background and find out more about him

He promised to take you out, claiming that he had some “interesting spots that Spiderman likes to hang out at”

Of course, you took his words and set off with him

Eddie and Venom were definitely cautious of Peter

‘We should bite his head off.’ “Venom, no.” ‘What if he takes advantage of her?’ “He seems like a nice guy. Besides, [Name] can take care of herself.” ‘He's checking her out, Eddie.’ “...” ‘Exactly.’

Eddie sighed, speaking up to call your name. “Hey, uh, [Name],” You whipped your head around, grabbing Peters hand to stop him from walking off without you. “Yeah? What's up?” Eddie sighed again, probably anticipating you to feel offense to what he said: “I know that you're, uh, grown and all but... Y'know, be safe out there. Don't wander into the unknown, kay?” But instead you laughed at him in the most innocent way possible. “Don't worry, don't worry. I can stand my own.” And smiled so brightly it made his worries wash away.

And just like that, you were gone

‘We should follow them’ “Can you not? I'd like to respect her privacy as a grown woman, thank you very much.”

Sightseeing new places was definetly checked off of your bucket list

Peter practically dragged you everywhere he found to be a great site for dates

Yes, he was trying to find a way to turn this into a date

And yes, he was worried on whether you'd catch on to it or not

Most of the places he went to, he was commonly known in

“Hey Peter, who's the lucky girl?”

Que the blushing nerd

“She's, uh, new in town. I'm just taking her to some places Spiderman likes to stop by to. A-also, we're just aqquantices.”

“Haha, yeah. Well try not to confuse where the line ends at, okay?”

You and him were pretty much already talked about to be a couple

It was extremely embarassing for Peter, whilst you displayed no problem with what they were saying

Soon enough, you earned a spot in the Bugle as a worker, right in the same position as Peter

“[Name]? Wh-what are you-” “Guess who found a new job?~” He swore his heartbeat could be heard from miles away

You and Peter poking fun at one another

When he first grew the balls and finally asked you on a date, your affirmation had him absolutely ecstatic

Him taking you to one of the places he told you that his alter-ego liked to hang out at, which to say was spotted at a high-up place where you could see the city sparkle beautifully

“D-dude... This is awesome...!” “Not as awesome as you.” Peter would whisper under his breath, to which you'd clocked your head round and ask him to repeat what he said. “Nothing.” He replied with a sweat

A devious grin grew on your face. “Peeeeeettteeerr~” You sang. At that moment, the brunet knew he was screwed. “You like me don't you?”

Welp

Time to jump off the building and hopefully land into another dumpster ans roll away never to be seen again

“I-I-I mean, well, I guess if you mean by having a strong sense of attraction towards you then... M-maybe I...” “Awww, you totally do~” You have him a quick peck on the lips, then ruffling his hair. “Well, I like you more so don't start thinking that I don't!” Poor boy fainted on the spot

Eddie and Venom getting a tad bit worried of you whenever you claimed you were going out late at night

‘Where is she going?’ “To mind her own business, much like you should be doing.”

Most of the time when you did do so, you'd be skipping to Peters apartment

q̶u̶i̶c̶k̶ r̶e̶m̶i̶n̶d̶e̶r̶ t̶h̶a̶t̶ y̶o̶u̶ a̶n̶d̶ p̶e̶t̶e̶ a̶r̶e̶ a̶d̶u̶l̶t̶s̶, l̶i̶k̶e̶ i̶n̶ y̶o̶u̶r̶ 1̶9̶s̶

Whenever Eddie heard you enter the apartment at such a late time at night, he'd just start fearing that you would walk right back out

He loved you so much and really didn't want to see you leave his life again

The concern on his face when he'd found out you brought your own appartment room had mortified you

“You're honestly... Gonna go?”

“Oh chill out Ed. I'm just down the street, okay? Nothing bad is gonna happen to your little sister so quit whining.” You'd reassure with a light kiss on his forehead. “You too, Venom. I know you're worried about me and as flattering as that is I'd appreciate it if you saw me capable to take care of myself, thanks.”

Of course, you paid visits to them every now and then just so that neither would get this feeling of loneliness again

Peter helped spruce up your apartment room with some of his own decor

“You sure this okay?” “Of course, I've always wanted a part of me inside you—” He mentally slapped himself to stop something he knew was inevitable. “I-I-I mean, like, I uh.... I...”

Quick and steamy makeout sessions to stop his stammering

Very gentle™ when having sex

Like, neither of you are virgins and are aware of what goes on during intercourse but still

Also, he made sure to put a condom on so dw

Remember kids: You can't make love without a glove

Don't be a fool, cover your tool

Don't be silly and wrap your willy-

You loved running your fingers into his hair w̶h̶i̶l̶e̶ h̶e̶ r̶e̶a̶r̶r̶a̶n̶g̶e̶d̶ y̶o̶u̶r̶ i̶n̶s̶i̶d̶e̶s̶ w̶i̶t̶h̶ h̶i̶s̶ d̶i̶c̶k̶ because of how soft and curly they were

Apparently he was sensitive to you tugging his hair cuz the moment you did he was melting into your body

G̶u̶e̶s̶s̶ w̶h̶o̶ f̶o̶u̶n̶d̶ a̶ w̶a̶y̶ t̶o̶ t̶u̶r̶n̶ P̶e̶t̶e̶r̶ P̶a̶r̶k̶e̶r̶ i̶n̶t̶o̶ a̶ s̶u̶b̶?

Eddie would drop by your job sometimes just to check in on you, and would usually catch you in mid-talk with Peter

‘Is this the guy she's been going out late at night with?' “Can you at least try to be supportive of her decisions?” ‘You're worried for her... WE'RE worried for her.’

He always came in unnoticed and left unnoticed, much to his relief because he didn't want to seem like a stalker in your eyes

When you finally decided to let both Eddie and Venom into your house, they had devoured a quarter of your food that was meant to be for Peter for tomorrows dinner

Not like you told him that you and Peter were a thing

“We're sorry for eating all your food...” “It's okay. I understand. We all get hungry sometimes.”

Later that same night after Peter dropped by, you both setteled for pizza with a side of takeout

“So do I wanna know about the how, where and why a majority of your food is gone?”

“No,” You took a bite of your pizza “No you do not.”

Romcoms were tonights theme

“Do you think we'll ever be like those guys on TV?” “Peter, we're even better than them.”

Smothering him in smooches whenever he's feeling down

Lots of snuggles

Always coming through the fire escape part of his apartment and greeting him from there

Too bad big brother Venom and Eddie were stalking you

“When were you going to tell us about your male companion?” A familiar voice asked as you unlocked your apartment door and walked in, the lights clicking on

Oh fuck

Okay I've reached the limit, time to make a part 2

[redspecialstardust]

Always Look After You - Oneshot

(Freddie Mercury X Fem!Reader)

After an incident goes down with a pervy fan, the paparazzi do their best to attack you; Freddie doesn't take kindly to it (gifs not mine)

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Ppl being turds, verbal sexual harassment, unwanted touching, Freddie getting angry

*Can be read as OG Freddie, or BoRap Freddie. Reader is a member of the band

It was worse than all of you had thought; without fail, just like everything else the band did, word got out about an incident---a bad incident. Last week after a gig at the Rainbow Theater, things got messy between you and a male fan. Usually when exiting a venue, Queen would just beeline for the limo, climb in and drive off.

But that night had gone extremely well concerning a great show and a positive turnout so all of you agreed to show a bit more appreciation towards the adoring audience. Once exiting the place, the band branched out to the roped off areas where the people were cheering over the fact that Queen was only feet away from them. It was going nicely too; countless autographs were signed as well as fun, friendly conversations with them. Just like each member, you also had those rabid fans who loved you completely for your talent and good looks.

Being a humble girl, kind comments often made you blush a bit, but nevertheless, concert after concert, the work on those electric violin solos of yours were gaining more and more attention every time. About twenty minutes in, you found yourself kind of floating amongst the crowd, smiling obliviously at all the positive attention for you and the boys, but it wasn't long before a man had caught your attention. He waved a bit, calling your name happily. So you naturally gravitated towards him and said a hello.

"Hello sir." You smiled.

"Hi (Y/N), wow it's great to meet you."

He had been nervously holding out an autograph book, which you kindly took and began to write your signature.

"Oh thanks, you too. Did you enjoy the show tonight?"

"Sure did, it was the best! And your violin skills are getting better all the time."

What a sweet guy.

"I appreciate that but honestly I think it was John who stole the show tonight."

He leaned in closer

"Well, between me and you, you're always the one to steal the show."

"Aww, well just make sure Freddie doesn't hear you say that." Both of you chuckled at the thought of Freddie getting jealous.

Afterwards, you handed him his pen and book back, intending to walk around a bit more but was suddenly stopped by his grip on your wrist. Okay, okay, no big deal, right? He probably just wanted to say one more thing and had to get your attention.

"Was there something else?" You asked, getting a bit uncomfortable.

His whole disposition seemed to evolve right in front of you and It was a little scary actually; his initially kind eyes almost went from cheery to maybe a bit dark, dare you say, hungry? His voice morphed too as it slightly purred, making your body freeze since you'd never had to deal with something like this before.

"How do you feel about getting out of here with me? I know a great club around here that's even 'clothing optional'. Judging by the way you move up there in those tight clothes, you're probably dying to let that gorgeous skin breathe."

Holy crap, this could not be happening. By this point he was even caressing your forearm, creating even more fearful adrenaline inside you; his grip had gotten tighter too. This may have been inappropriate, but the last thing you wanted was for everyone around you to see this esteemed band member 'attack' a fan; not at least without attempt possibly everything before going into defense mode. Why try fight when you could try flight, correct? Trying to maintain your composure, you stopped trying to pull away for a minute.

"U-uh, well, sorry sir, but I have a boyfriend."

You tried to get away again, but his fingers locked around you harder, and slowly pulled you closer.

"You what?! Who is it?!" His voice getting rather grating.

"That's not your business!"

"Is it one of them? You one of their whores?" He asked, nodding towards Freddie, Roger, John and Brian, who at the moment were totally unaware of what was happening just yards away. One of them you were seeing, but a whole you were not. At the time, you and Freddie had become an item only a few weeks ago, and chose to wait before announcing, just to make sure it was going anywhere for real. Only the other boys of Queen knew of this arrangement.

"Let go!" You shrieked, dropping all concern over the fact you were surrounded by fans, enough was enough! When you tried to get away again, he yanked you to his side, trying to cop a kiss. But before he could even pin your arm down to your waist, you immediately used it clock him on the side of his face over and over until he let go, and for good measure, kicked your boot to his crotch, and you kicked hard too.

The commotion was still very chaotic and people all over were panicking since your scream had been a kind of blind curveball to those minding their own business. The boys caught on to the madness erupting around them and saw you jumping back from where you were. All they knew was that it seemed you were in potential danger, and without having to exchange glances or words, all four of them corralled around you protectively, begging to know what happened.

"Are you alright, (Y/N)?" John said, rubbing your shoulders.

You were still a little shaken.

"Y-yeah, I think so."

Brian and Roger quickly hugged you, trying to calm your obviously panicked vibe. But Freddie on the other hand, he marched right in front of you, with fear in his eyes.

"(Y/N) Darling, what happened? Are you hurt? Tell me!" He pleaded, cupping your face .

"That guy on the ground there; he...he grabbed me and he wanted me to go to a club with him. I tried to get away, but he wouldn't let go, so I hit him."

"He grabbed you?!" Rogee yelled.

"Did he hurt you?" Freddie repeated.

You held your arm up, showing them the slightly bloody nail scratches this perv left. It didn't hurt that much, but it left you scared for sure. No one had ever put their hands on you like that before. All of them gasped a bit at the minor injury. One of their own had been hurt, and that was not a light issue in the slightest. Especially not to Freddie, your very protective boyfriend. When he gawked at the wound, the shock from this began to turn to rage as he slowly turned and saw the culprit still trying to stand and recover from the nasty kick you gave him. The punches you landed may hurt, but it was nothing compared to the pain that the lead singer was about to inflict.

In the most unsubtle way, Freddie screamed and ran for the perv and tried to practically maul him right there, but the rest of the guys held him back; they didn't like you getting hurt either, but the last thing they needed was more physical violence going down right now.

"YOU PUT YOUR HANDS ON HER?! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

One week later:

While you and the boys agreed to try to put that awful memory behind you, Freddie was still seething over the fact he didn't get to kick that guy's ass before being restrained. The press seemed to be quite hung up on it too, but the headlines didn't rule in your favorite at all. In fact, the victim in the scenario according to everyone else was that 'Poor man who just wanted to meet his favorite band'. No one knows how he did it, but in just seven short days, he had spread his version of the story all over the place and made it sound like it was you, the crazy hormonal female that went ape after he asked for an autograph.

Pictures in all the papers consisted of shots of you punching and throwing him to the ground in addition to Freddie lunging like a panther and screaming like a madman. Well he was mad--no, pissed that someone put his hands on you and for the most part, got away with it. The assault didn't stop there either. Queen was being sued all because you chose to defend yourself and it was an outrage.

To make things worse, a conference had been scheduled to talk about the new clothing line you and Freddie had collaborated on making, but with this under your belt, there's no way everyone there was gonna want to hear about yours and his original clothes. As you all anxiously stood in your green room, the pacing tension only seemed to increase. Freddie noticed your nervous self sitting depressed on the couch, and held you close to him, his lips lovingly pressed against your head.

He knew how scared you were and that you felt as if your career with Queen would be over. You didn't have to say it, but with him knowing you so well, he already figured you had considered leaving them so that the paparazzi would leave them alone.

"Don't even think about it." He wasn't about to lose contact with his love all because of some preposterous rumors.

"But Fred-"

"No 'buts' Darling; you're apart of the family and of my heart, so if you think for one second I'm going to allow these parasites to scare you away, then I'm ashamed."

The rest of them completely agreed. They loved you, and were more than willing to go through all the bad press. Thick and thin, Queen was going to stay together whether people liked it or not. As you looked up at the rest of them for reassurance, Brian tenderly smiled and put his hand out for you to grab. With your hand, you stretched out took it, feeling Roger and John hug you from left and right. The loyalty was astounding as most bands would have asked the elephant in the room to make itself scarce, but no, not with them. You sniffled out a thank you and felt your boyfriend complete the embracing circle; just then, Miami came out but quickly took a step back to let you all finish your moment.

"Miami?" Fred asked.

"They're uh, they're ready for you all."

Freddie nodded, motioning for everyone to follow him out there. As you all walked past Miami, he gently put his hand on your shoulder. The quiet gentleman was just as angry about this incident. Just like the boys were like his sons, you were like a daughter to him, and to see his daughter upset broke his heart.

"I'm terribly sorry this happened, (Y/N). Had I been there, me and Freddie would have both torn him apart."

"Thanks Jim."

The next thirty seconds of you walking out in front of all those reporters seemed to go into slo mo. The flashing camera, the judgemental expressions, the overlapping voices...be strong. All five band members cautiously sat, awaiting the inevitable. Brian calmly spoke up first and asked if anyone had any questions, and like it was a trigger word, the hurricane of one question on top of another, all from different voices made you shudder. Freddie sensed the fear, and carefully massaged your hand under the desk where no one could see.

For a while, the questions were surprisingly relevant to the clothing line. It seemed as if many of the journalists were also apprehensive about asking of a sensitive topic, which really helped you relax a bit. The calm coming over you also helped the guys to ease up as well.

"Who's idea was it to start the clothing line? (Y/N)s or Freddie's?"

"Well mine of course, my dear." Freddie boasted. "(Y/N) is very smart, but I'm still the brains of the operation."

You playfully shook your head, making the reporters laugh.

"(Y/N), which articles of clothing would you say is your strong point in designing?"

"Hmm. I think it'd have to be stylish shirts, along with accessories like scarves and hats, I've always got so many ideas for them."

"Has there been a lot of arguments over which designs should be kept and scrapped?"

"Oh it's no different than the boys arguing over music. But, before I can beat any sense into them, our manager, Miami holds me back." You chuckled.

"You mean just like how you beat that gentleman outside the theater last week?"

That question came out of nowhere so fast, it made you blank and stutter for a moment. Maybe using the word beat wasn't a good idea; you swear you didn't mean for all of this to start.

"I-I'm sorry?" You coyly asked.

"At the Rainbow Theater. You physically assaulted a fan after he asked for an autograph, is that true?"

"No, it isn't." And it begins...

"We have photographic evidence of you hitting him."

"I only hit him because---"

"Do you plan on taking any anger management classes?"

"I don't have any anger issues."

"He had a black eye and a cracked jaw along with severe damage to his privates."

"But he--"

"Did your parents used to beat you as a child?"

"M-my parents never put their hands on me."

"SHE'S LYING." A voice called from the crowd. It came out so loudly that everyone shut up immediately. When everyone in the room peered to the back, that same piece of crap who put his hands on you walked out of nowhere. His black eye was still dark as a shadow and his walk was definitely a bit crippled. Wow did you really hit him that hard? The boys all tensed and nearly growled at the scum before them.

"This whore is doing her best to hide her real self. All I wanted was an autograph, but then like a psycho, she wailed on me like a dog on raw meat."

"Liar!" Brian shouted

"Stop trying to defend your plaything, May. She's a monster and deserves punishment, I deserve compensation! Tell me (Y/N), who do you plan on attacking next? Another woman? a child maybe?"

Your chest began to unevenly breathe as your heart pounded; a panic attack was definitely coming on, and Freddie could feel the sweat forming on the palm he was rubbing. You wanted more than anything to tell them the real story, but all your thoughts were racing way too fast. Before you knew it, the cameras all began to flash in unison again and the constant questions poured while the accuser kept pointing and calling you every possible derogatory word. Freddie glanced at you and saw no difference between your fear or a deer staring into headlights. He felt your palm go limp as you began to dissociate and he couldn't stay calm anymore.

The king of Queen sprang to his feet and bellowed as loudly as possible.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!"

Once again, it went quiet and all attention went to him. John saw how frightened you were and gently led you back to the green room.

"Do you all want the real story? I'll give you the real story! We were all there. This sorry excuse of a man put his hands on one of my bandmates. She showed clear as day that she didn't want to be touched, and then he gripped her and tried to force himself on her. She acted upon self defense, and what he got was even less than he deserved. This pissflap deserves to go to prison and be made into every convict's girlfriend!"

Fred reached into his pocket, pulling out a polaroid photo.

"This photo...contains proof of the damage he inflicted on her. He grabbed her so tightly against her will that it left scratches and made her bleed! This man is no victim, he's a roach beneath my shoe...a roach that I'll make sure he wished was still hiding under the fridge he crawled out of!"

The journalists were writing everything down, transfixed on this side of the story they'd never heard. Was this true? Was Freddie trying to cover his friend's crime? Roger saw the doubt on everyone's faces and when your aggressor scoffed, he

the drummer snatched the photo from Freddie and handed it to Miami, whispering something in his ear. The manager nodded and kindly gave it to a photographer. The Polaroid began to get passed around, tension growing and judging faces now pointing to this man. They could tell the arm in the photo was definitely yours because you'd been wearing your signature zodiac bracelet; something you never went without.

"Now if you'll all excuse me, I have a girl to check on." Freddie announced.

As the band headed back, the journalists had already begun swarming the culprit. It seemed their work was done.

You were still shaking on the couch, and that loving boyfriend of yours wrapped his jacket around your shoulders.

"Let's go home." He whispered.

Without any fight, your feet stood with his and walked out with him, only upon going outside, he moved his jacket from your shoulders, to covering your head. He didn't want anyone in the press to see you upset, nor want you to see that idiot in the window. The limo was already waiting, and once you two piled in, he told the driver to return to Garden Lodge.

Freddie was still holding you tight, rubbing your back.

He kissed your head.

"I want this to be over, Freddie."

"It's alright my Love. I showed them the picture and told the whole story. I don't think it's quite over yet, but I think most will know you're innocent."

Your heart lightened at that. It was truly a relief knowing that your honor meant everything to him.

"Now what?" You sniffled.

"We go home. We get into our pajamas. And we binge watch all the comedies we can find, because I want to see you smile."

And just as he promised, you and Freddie spent the rest of the day cuddling on the couch with you, under a pile of blankets and of course, his cats.

THE END

Thanks for reading! Find more from me on the Masterlist

[littlemisssquiggles]

Have you considered Ozpin eventually taking over Oscar completely and that perhaps Oscar himself will not be present anymore? According to Oz, their souls will eventually become merged. I know you don't want anything to happen to Oscar, but what if that is what his trial will be during this volume?

I have actually anon-chan. After all that is the looming concern with the merging of the two souls, right? That Ozpin mayend up leeching his way into poor young Oscar's mind like a parasiteand becoming the dominant mind between the two souls.

I've actually wondered if that too is part ofOzpin's cursedilemma or is just the "truenature" of Ozpin---a downside to his reincarnation cycle that he has nocontrol over. I know painting Ozpin as a secretly villainous person on parwith Salem is a common trend amongst the FNDM community but this squiggle meister is still adamant on remaining on the side thatbelieves in the good in Ozpin. He isn’t without his own fair share of faults mademore prominent by his past sins but I’d like to stand with the firm opinionthat every deceitfully wicked action that Oz was forced tomake in his previous lifetimes was not of his own accord. After living forthousands of years fighting off the same evil entity that seems to be as immortal as the shattered moon that orbits Remnant, Iwouldn’t be surprised if Ozpin had been forced to resort to desperate measuresto acquire more fruitful results. He’s not proud of them but…bottom line is, Idon’t think Ozpin is evil. Just flawed.  

But in spite of pondering on this, I don't think Ozpineclipsing Oscar will be the case. Why waste establishing Oscar as his owncharacter with his own personality and characteristics that differentiate himfrom Ozpin if the CRWBY Writers' intentions weren't to make him a permanent character?

My firm belief is that either Oscar willinherit Ozpin's power and memories and move on in his place as his fully-realizeddescendant while still retaining his old personality, justreplacing Ozpin on the main cast or...he and Ozpin will become one and bereborn as the Wizard---theperfect culmination of both minds.

As I described in this musing post, the Wizard isboth Ozpin andOscar but neither ofthem at the same time. The Wizard will be his own persondespite being a fusion, like how Garnet from Steven Universe is her owncharacter despite being the fusion of Ruby and Sapphire. Same for other fusionslike Stevonnie.

That being said, I’m also starting to quite likethe idea of the Wizard formally being called Ozcar. I mean it’s fitting since,like the Wizard, the name is an anagram of both Ozpin and Oscar’s namescombined. That way he can still retain the Oz nickname for the allies who knew Ozpin best(like Qrow, Glynda and Ironwood) yet still be called ‘Oscar’ forthose better associated with the precious freckled farm boy(like Ruby).  

I wouldn't be surprised if part of Oscar's trial asthe next Ozpin is learning to accept his inevitable fusion with Ozand all that brings. It'll be a strenuous one since Oscar will show resistance,dreading that he might lose himself to Ozpin.

Iactually had this scene in my head where part of Oscar goes on a sort of spiritualjourney where he enters his own mind palace to confront Ozpin. It's kind of similaridea to this art post by @xhikarixyamix butin reverse. In my scene, Ozpin's resting period becomesso serious that Oscar is forced to take a deep dive intohis own mind to venture alone into Ozpin's corner of their shared mentalmindscape---the Labyrinth of Memories.  

Insidethe Labyrinth of Memories, Oscar is forced to relive some of Ozpin’s mostdetrimental memories of his past that shaped him into the man he is currentlyincluding the one where he first failed against Salem and was then cursed bythe Brother Gods. Oscar even relives one of his own memories of his childhoodthat he had long repressed---the day he lost his parents (granted that thePines are still canonically alive or not).

Throughoutthe mental excursion, Oscar is pursued and tormented by a mysterious nightmarishentity; who occasionally rises up to thwart Oscar’s progress with obstacles suchas sicking cognitive versions of past foes that Oscar/Ozpin have faced in the past. 

Butfortunately for Oscar, even in his own mind, he surprisingly has allies. Toassist him on his quest, Oscar is aided by his predecessor---the memory of the previous Ozpin who was the Headmaster of Beacon we all know andlove from V1-V3.

Ireally love the idea of Oscar getting the opportunity to meet Professor Ozpin,the version of Ozpin fans are most familiar with. However this Ozpin asks Oscar tocall him by his true name since in the Labyrinth of Memories, both him and Oscar,as well as the other Ozpins are all Ozpin. So according to him, to avoid any confusion, it’s bestto call each other by their actual names.

Sincethe previous Ozpins were confirmed to have true names, this is a cool way forOscar to meet them---especially the Ozpin we all know. I’m especially curiousto know what Professor Ozpin’s true name was. 

In the original Wizard of Oz story, Oscar is thefirst name in the Wizard’s O.Z.P.I.N.H.E.A.D initials. Since Oscar is the firstname, if I had to guess the true name of the last version of Ozpin, it’d be...Norman.

Ifwe’re only focussing on the Ozpin part of O.Z.P.I.N.H.E.A.D, then Normanrepresents the ‘N’ initial. Not to mention that in the alphabet, the letter ‘N’comes before ‘O’ which fits into the lineage because Norman came before Oscarin the cycle. So for the sake ofthis theory of mine, I’ll refer to the Headmaster Ozpin as Norman.

Normanhelps Oscar traverse the Labyrinth meeting other recognizable Ozpins such asthe King of Vale and even the Old Hermit.

Eventuallythe two are able to find the Ozpin they were looking for---the Original Ozpin---Ozpin the First.He is believed to be locked away in a deeper part of the Labyrinth representingOscar’s subconscious. Ultimately through further guidance from the King of Valeand the Hermit,Norman and Oscar make it to the chamber, but as they arrive, they encounter thenightmarish figure again. While the entity subdues Norman, it reveals its trueform to Oscar.

Andto the farm boy’s astonishment, he is face to face with himself. The Nightmare is a manifestationof all Oscar’s insecurities and fears taking his form only inversed. Basically picture an Ozpin-skinned Oscar Pine with silver hair insteadof black, pale skin instead of his usual tanned complexion and his hazel eyesare replaced with venomous blood red eyes with a pitch black sclera.

AsNightmare Oscar speaks to him, in Oscar’s own voice, he taunts theboy with every deleterious thought that Oscar has thought and felt abouthimself since he met Ozpin. He even taunts him with thoughts from his pastinvolving his parents and family.

Atsome point, Nightmare Oscar even summons a Nightmare Ruby Rose; going so far as to play intoOscar's possible romantic feelings for the huntress by having her counterpartberate the idea of even caring for Oscar. Nightmare Oscar even cuts down Normanin front of Oscar while the predecessor jumped in to shield the farm boy.

Ihave this theory where, just as the Maidens chose themselves, the Ozpin cyclekind of works the same way. A long time ago, back during V5, I shared a theoryabout Ozpin---well Norman Ozpin possiblymeeting a toddler Oscar in his past and unknowingly forming a connection withthe boy which transcended into his next life.

Sowithout realizing it, Norman chose Oscarbecause he sensed something great in him. I know this sounds farfetched butthat’s why it’s an old theory. Anyways, Norman sort of sacrificeshimself to help Oscar and it’s with his aid ,that Oscar comes to therealization that Nightmare Oscar is actually Ozpin the First corrupted byOscar's negative emotions. 

Longstory short, Oscar is able to overcome his negative counterpart and Ozpin the First is finally set free. Even Norman turns out to beokay, to Oscar’s relief since after all, he’s a memory and so inside theLabyrinth, no Ozpin is truly gone because they get to live on in their nextheir---Oscar. It also turns out that Nightmare Oscar wasn’t just amanifestation of Oscar's qualms but Ozpin's as well.

Ozpinthe First laments his guilt for the past millennia, apologizing to Norman andOscar---his two recent successors as well as the others thatcame before them, practically breaking down before them both.

We'venever actually seen Ozpin cry before. We've heard him express his guilt but notthrough tears. This is a tortured soulwho’s been forced to not just spend countless of years trying to fix a mistakehe made but also force his way into the lives of other innocent men who had noplace in his never-ending feud with Salem yet they had to die because of him.

Ozpinhas bound to be harbouring some majorly heavy feelings he's been forced to repress.So can I have Ozpin cry in front of Oscar, like inside their mind palace orsomething to that similarity. Let Ozpin feel the full weight of his guilt andshame. Maybe even have Oscar allow Oz to take over so that he can personallyapologize to everyone---Yang and Ruby especially.

IfOzpin is to truly repent for his sins then he needs to come fully clean abouteverything.Confess over a thousand years’ worth of sins and all theheartache that came with them. It’s as Yang made him promise during V5, nomore half-truths and/or lies.

Neverthought I'd say this but let Ozpin cry for V6. Let him be allowed to beemotional, fall on his knees, clutching his chest as the man crumbles under thefull weight of everything he’s been forced to hold back for so many centuries.

Onecommon line that Oz always repeats is ‘I’m sorry’. Now I can understand why Oz sawPyrhha as his guardian. He probably saw a lot of himself in her. That sameselfless pride. If Oz is truly sorry for everything he’s done or has been forced to do or hide or lie about,let him try apologizing a thousand times over in the dirt bawling his eyes out.

It’stime for Ozpin to confess all his sins. Only then will he be saved from furtherdamnation and can start anew. And perhaps then folks will stop painting him as sucha devious individual; both in the show and in the FNDM.

Theman has so much against him. I just would like for V6 to finally clear the air on all of Ozpin's suspicions so that hecan move forward with a clean slate.

~LittleMissSquiggles (2018)

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'I’m busy right now. You should attend the boy’s parent-teacher meeting at his school‘

At the entrance of Four Seas Corporation.

Alex Jefferson had been standing on duty as usual, when his wife had suddenly rung him up.

Before he could utter a word, the line went dead. It was almost as abrupt as his wife’s tone.

Staring at the phone in his hands, a bitter smile spread across Alex’s face.

His wife’s recent attitude towards him had taken a toll for the worse. Whenever she looked at him, her gaze was always laced with coldness and disappointment.

For others, a relationship usually turned sour, at the age of thirty. Unfortunately, the perils of a failing relationship had arrived at his doorstep, four years early.

Raising his head to glance at the dark clouds that swept across the sky, he realized that there was going to be torrential rain very soon.

Regardless of whether or not he was going to attend the parent-teacher meeting, he still needed to pick his son up from school.

Thus, he put aside his phone and walked toward the manager’s office.

Meanwhile, the manager of the security department, James Langdon, was flirting with the pretty receptionist. He was visibly infuriated, at the sight of Alex barging in without warning, interrupting his romantic advances.

'I didn’t see anything. Do carry on.‘ Startled, Alex turned to leave.

However, the pretty receptionist was increasingly flustered, as she soon rushed out, before he could even take a step forward.

'Get back here!‘

Leaning back on his chair, James pulled out a cigarette and lit it, with much annoyance. Then, he asked impatiently, 'What are you doing here? Why aren’t you on duty?‘

Alex turned around and replied awkwardly, 'Um, Manager, I would like to take a half-day off.‘

'Why?‘ James lazily puffed out a cloud of smoke.

'It’s going to rain any time now. I need to attend my son’s parent-teacher meeting...‘

'All you do is laze around, all day at work. Do you think that this is your family-owned company?‘

Slamming a fist on the table, James stood up in fury and pointed a finger at Alex, 'Look at yourself! A live-in son-in-law of the Jenningses! You bring shame to us men, do you know that? All you do is laze around at work, without doing much. Do you think that this company is the Jennings family, where you can leech off from?‘

Alex’s expression darkened, as annoyance crept up in his heart.

Nonetheless, when he thought of the scandal that he had witnessed earlier between James and the receptionist, he realized that the man was simply trying to intimidate him. Hence, he controlled his temper and muttered, 'This is the first time I’ve asked for a leave, to attend my son’s parent-teacher meeting...‘

'Attend your son’s parent-teacher meeting? Look at how useless you are. How do you have the audacity to attend your son’s parent-teacher meeting?‘

James continued to hurl insults, 'Henry Hale is a security guard, whom you’d personally mentored. He has simply been here for a year, yet he’s already been promoted to team leader. Look at you! You’ve been here for four years, yet you’re still a lowly security guard. Don’t you feel an ounce of shame, facing your wife and son back home? You’re not even worth a bucket of warm spit!‘

'Enough!‘

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Alex curled his fists into balls, suppressing the urge to punch James and break his nose. 'I just happened to witness your scandal, that’s all! What do you need to intimidate me for? You’ll approve this leave for me, even if you don’t want to!‘

He angrily spun around to leave.

'Alex Jefferson, if you dare to step even half a foot out of the company today, you’re fired!‘ James was beside himself with rage. He’s a piece of trash living off of his woman! How dare he talk back to me?

Startled at his words, Alex clenched his fists tighter. Nonetheless, he still pushed open the door and walked out.

Outside the room, a few security guards were watching the fun. When they saw Alex coming out in a fit of rage, surprise flitted across each of their faces.

They were astonished that this loser from the security department would dare to talk back to the manager today.

Under everyone’s flabbergasted gazes, Alex strode out of the lobby. Even the pretty receptionist from earlier was too ashamed to look up at him.

Getting on his electric scooter, Alex drove to his son’s kindergarten without looking back.

Before he reached, the dark sky opened up. Plump droplets of rain started to fall. In a flash, the light pitter-patter turned into a heavy torrent, hammering on Alex’s body and dinging off his scooter.

However, he did not find a place to take shelter. Rushing through the unforgiving storm, he headed to the kindergarten as fast as he could.

'Miss, I’m sorry. The storm’s rather bad outside, so I’m slightly late.‘

At this moment, a crowd of parents was attending the parent-teacher meeting with their children. Heads turned, as all eyes fell on Alex, who was standing outside the door, completely drenched from head-to-toe.

'Hey, who is this? He’s even late for his child’s parent-teacher meeting. How irresponsible is he?‘

'He’s the live-in son-in-law of the Jennings family, and the famous parasite of Nebula City.‘

'Oh, so he’s the one who’d made the tabloid headlines previously. He really brings shame to all men.‘

'If my husband were like him, I would’ve kicked him out, without any hesitation!‘

The group of parents gossiped amongst themselves as they insulted and mocked Alex.

'Everyone, please settle down. Let me make the introductions. This is Alex Jefferson, Stanley Jennings’ father. Alex, do come in,‘ urged Ms. Haden.

'Sure.‘ Alex shook off the water from his body and started to walk towards his son, who was sitting in the back row.

'Ms. Haden, you must be mistaken. Shouldn’t Stanley Jennings’ father carry the last name, Jennings? Why is his last name Jefferson instead?‘ A woman spoke up.

Everyone understood the implied meaning behind her words, as the crowd soon erupted into laughter.

'Even a parasite has to do something in return for its host, okay? The fact remains that he’s a dog of the Jennings family, used for breeding purposes only.‘

Alex’s body stiffened when he heard that. With his eyes filled with flames of fury, his fists curled into tight balls out of anger.

Did I get up on the wrong side of the bed today? Why am I encountering such s***ty luck?

Although he had faced many insults before, he felt especially infuriated today.

'Daddy!‘ At this moment, Stanley called out, from his seat in the back row.

Seeing his son being boycotted and isolated at the very back of the classroom, a sense of guilt rose in Alex’s heart as he strode over to the little boy sitting all alone.

'Stanley, I’m sorry. I didn’t come late on purpose.‘ Alex sat beside Stanley, wanting to hug him. However, upon realizing that he was completely drenched, he had no choice but to pat the boy on the head instead.

'Daddy has to go to work. I’m aware of that,‘ Stanley obediently answered.

A tear formed at the corners of Alex’s eyes. Stanley was only four years old, yet he was already more thoughtful and obedient than most peers his age. However, Alex had not given him a better life or much attention at all. He suddenly felt a pang of remorse at his bad parenting.

Stanley, just wait for me, alright? Trust me! After some time, I’ll definitely groom you to become the most enviable rich kid in the entire world!

Alex clenched his fists together as if he had made a big decision.

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