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[deiaiko]

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[nerdsaura]

Heeey! I'm back with chapter 4 of "The Nightmare Before Halloween - The Scarecrow and the Hatter" 🫶

Hope you're enjoying it!

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2:36 PM - Van Cleer Mansion - 6 hours 54 minutes until the plan

The mansion was really big, not as big as the Wayne’s, but it would fit all the guests we wanted. The huge windows’ curtains were tied upwards and the tables were placed. Some employees organized glasses and cups where they would serve the drinks, while others set the tables. We walked through the salon, Drury explained the positioning of everything, what time the guests should arrive and how the press would work during the party.

“Now, Bruce Wayne will arrive later than the others. He always likes to make a dramatic entrance. I suppose he should be here around 8:30 PM, which still gives us 1 hour of party before the plan officially begins.”

Bruce Wayne is Batman. Yes, I know. It was based on this information that we made our plan. Fortunately (and that was pure luck) the Batman doesn’t know that Cameron Van Cleer is actually Drury Walker.

“And his children only come with him, right? Could they arrive before him?”

“No, they all come together for the big entrance. But that won’t rattle the plan, I promise. The timing was calculated based on this delay.”

“Right. Let’s finish up this place. I’m getting anxious.”

We spent the afternoon helping at the mansion and by 6:30 PM everything was ready. It was time for us to prepare ourselves. Jervis and I would change at the hideouts so as not to walk around with our uniforms, so we decided to wait to see Walker’s millionaire outfit. We all stayed in his bedroom while he changed in the closet.

“Don’t laugh.”

He came out with a dark red suit with golden details and a black tie, he had dyed his hair black and styled it in a topknot, his beard was shaved and he must have put on contact lenses because his eyes were now green.

Lynns whistled. “Wow, how handsome. You should comb your hair everyday, y’know?” He got a beer bottle from who-knows-where and drank it while looking Walker from head to toe.

“Funny. Cameron Van Cleer, at your service.”

“Who would say that a bath would make someone look like a millionaire.” Edward drank his 10th coffee cup of the day.

Drury/Cameron ignored the comment. “Jervis, where’s my mask?”

“Here. This one doesn’t have the neurotransmitters.” He got a little box and opened it, showing a mask shaped like ‘The Phantom of the Opera’, made with a material that looked like black velvet and golden details. Jervis is very good at making masks.

“You’re a hundred percent sure, right? I’m really not in the mood to be hypnotized today.”

“Yes, I am sure, there is no other mask like this one.”

Drury/Cameron picked up the mask and put it on his face. It matched perfectly with his suit and made him even more elegant. Garfield whistled again.

“I do hope you don’t get a beating tonight, it’ll be really sad if someone messes up that look.”

“I hope so too. You better get going, so you have time to get yourselves ready.”

We said goodbye at the door and Lynns drove us to my lab for us to change. We would work at different places tonight, Jervis would stay there with the computers and I would need to move around town.

The clock struck 7 PM. It was time to bring out the Scarecrow.

[operaghostnocturne]

The Problem with ‘Love Never Dies.’

“Love Never Dies,” 2012 Starring Ben Lewis as The Phantom, Anna O'Byrne as Christine, watched on Youtube, 4/24/2020 SPOILERS.  I would like to note: I enjoyed the set design, costume design, some of the music, and production of this version of Love Never Dies.  I also really liked the actor’s performances.  They did a good job.  I especially loved Ben Lewis’s singing voice.  (Derrick Davis ((US Restaged Tour)) is still my favorite.) The problem with Love Never Dies is its a sequel to Phantom of the Opera, the characterization, and writing. ALW’s Phantom of the Opera stands alone. It was never meant to have a sequel.  It really doesn’t need one.  I do feel there is a big disconnect between POTO and LND. I think LND could be rewritten to have nothing to do with the original POTO and would not suffer for it. To me, LND feels like someone’s fixit fanfic that doesn’t actually fix anything.  POTO is also insanely iconic.  It is hard to follow it up. While LND’s music is pretty good, I don’t think its nearly as memorable nor iconic as POTO’s.  I also don’t feel it balanced original POTO music with new material.  Honestly, it needs to pick one. Something ALW does in his musicals is reuses the notes of a song, mixed in a different pattern to make a new one.  “The Music of the Night” and “All I Ask of You” are like this (look at sheet music if you don’t believe me.)  This is not a complaint.  This helps with cohesion of a musical.  It also makes refrains, duets with battling music, and sometimes even story, clearer. When its done well, its unnoticeable. In fact, I got to play a POTO compilation in a semi-professional concert orchestra in high school.  I never noticed ALW does this until when someone pointed it out to me like a month ago.  In LND, I can constantly hear the rifts from the first musical, to the point where I think one of those songs is about to start, or it gets super distracting.  I noticed this especially in ‘Why Does She Love Me?’  I’m 80% sure it was based of POTO’s main theme (like the song ‘Phantom of the Opera,’ or the ‘Overture.’)  Again, I liked most of the music in LND.  But it doesn’t hold a candle to POTO. oh look I made a pun. Having said that all that: LND feels like a sequel mostly to 2004.  In my opinion, 2004 has the most sympathetic version of the Phantom, and the one that could most likely end up with Christine in the end.  Especially compared to the US Restaged Tour.  In 04, I also feel like the Phantom and Christine (not their actors) feel closer in age than other productions of the musical, other Phantom adaptations, and even the book.  (For those who don’t know: Erik is 50-60 in the book, Christine is like, 16.) LND’s writing is not great.  First of all: THE PHANTOM’S NAME IS ERIK. I know they were trying to have a MYSTERY pun. Mister Y does not work for that, especially in a format that ISN’T BEING. READ.  I can understand why its left out in POTO, as it lends the Phantom some mystery (though I do not like it.) There is LITERALLY no reason not to have the Phantom called Erik it LND. Granted, this is a complaint I have from POTO too.  I kinda feel like the Phantom not having a name dehumanizes him. That is a discussion for another day. I absolutely HATE that the Phantom runs a circus company.  A big part of Erik’s trauma comes from being in a freak show.  I don’t believe Erik would be willing to go back to that.  I also don’t think it would be his scene.  The Phantom of the Opera belongs in an Opera house, or at the very least a music all. I don’t know why he couldn’t have started something like that instead of a freak show.  Or perhaps be an eccentric composer. Especially if he is getting help from the Giry’s.   I do think its fitting that he’s working with/employing disabled, or deformed people, and other societal outcasts.  However, being the owner of the VERY THING that treated him horribly is pretty bad, especially since we don’t know if he treats these people any better than he was treated. Also, every time the music switched to ‘show tunes,’ I felt Erik’s soul dying.  On that note, when LND shifts from a musical to addressing the audience directly in its ‘show tunes’ sections, its jarring.  It breaks the fourth wall way too much and really pulls the audience out of whats going on.  The way Erik is in POTO, chased away from the world and the light, is why he is like he is.  He became fascinated with the night, the macabre and darkness because of his experiences with the world. That’s a pretty big point in POTO.  Its one of the things that make him sympathetic. After all “THE WORLD SHOWED NO COMPASSION TO ME!” is the Phantom’s excuse in the final lair. LND tramples over that.  Gustave seems to be interested in the same darkness his biological father is, as seen in “The Beauty Beneath.”  Erik’s obsession with the dark, night, and macabre is turned into genetics.  Which is pretty bad for Gustave if you think too hard about it. Erik is a serial killer.  I do believe talent can be passed in genetics.  I also think the way we view said talent and how we use it is shaped by personal experiences and preferences.  On that note, Gustave could have gotten his musical abilities from his mother, or his grandfather, both of whom are also talented musicians.   Another thing LND suffers from, is making Christine a prize again. Raoul and Erik do not see her as a person.  ‘Devil Take the Hindmost’ is literally the boys having a dick measuring contest, with Christine as the prize.  That is not okay. I hated the ending. For several reasons.  First of all, the Phantom is still abusive.  He is a puppet master. He is still not capable of having a healthy relationship with Christine.   Secondly, Christine dies. ALW, if you are gonna write a fixit fic the LEAST you could do is let Erik be happy.  Plus, Christine is killed by a cliche ‘I just wanted you to notice me’ subplot. One that wasn’t entirely well set up or thought out.  Which is disappointing and frustrating.  Last two things I hated: when Christine kisses Erik for the last time, she doesn’t take off his mask.  I feel like they missed a good opportunity to show Christine being completely accepting of who Erik is, including what he looks like (again, would be better if Erik wasn’t abusive.)  I also NEVER like it when we don’t get to see Erik’s deformity in any version of Phantom.  The only other one that doesn’t I’ve seen/read is Dance. (Which I dislike greatly. Its at the bottom of my list.)  I’m kinda good either way if Gustave goes with Erik or Raoul (preferably neither, if I get a choice, which I don’t.)  Erik and Gustave can connect over music in a way Raoul and Gustave cannot. Erik can teach Gustave about music and the beauty beneath. Raoul did raise Gustave.  Raoul might also have a serious heart change after the events of LND that we are not shown.  Or we can do that one AU where Raoul and Erik become Gustave’s two dad’s (either gay or not, whatever floats your boat.)

The worst thing about LND is it completely ignores the character growth in its predecessor. Characters completely regress into who they were before the ending of POTO.  This is annoying and bad writing. Lets start with Meg and Madame Giry.  I don’t like that Madame Giry is helping Erik. Yes, she helped him escape the freak show in 2004 (and possibly other versions.) BUT, she was also absolutely TERRIFIED of the Phantom in POTO.  She helped Raoul find the Phantom’s Lair, with the full knowledge that Raoul intended to put a stop to Erik’s madness.  I think it would be more likely that Madame Giry would stay as far away as Erik as she possibly could. Madame Giry also feels like a secondary greedy villain in LND, and that feels WAY off base for her. Maybe Erik being manipulative has rubbed off on her? Again, I don’t think she would be in this position in the first place (nor would Erik be manipulative, because I see him as realizing he DUN HECKED UP at the end of POTO). Meg, I could see wanting to help the Phantom (she even does in some versions.)  I see this as her being enthralled by the legend of the Phantom, and less that they actually know each other. As for her loss of innocence, I don’t think it was set up well, nor was it executed well. Also, Meg wanting the Phantom to see her is a cliche. Cliches can be okay, if they are handled well. I don’t think LND wrote it well. The only person I feel that has consistent characterization from POTO is Raoul (well, a specific version of it.)  I have always been of the opinion that Raoul is a jerk.  Having him spiral into gambling and drinking after a traumatic event is not surprising.  Could be something that was always there, could be PTSD.  Who knows, it wasn’t really talked about beyond Raoul feeling sorry for himself, and him being frustrated that he can’t connect to Christine on a musical level. Christine’s arc in POTO was about taking back her own power and becoming her own person. Of letting go of the past and moving forward.  This is thrown out. She is once again caught between two men in a dick measuring contest, both of which are trying to manipulate her to one side or the other, completely powerless.  This time, there really wasn’t a way for her to get it back. I feel like she felt obligated to sing for the Phantom, even without Gustave’s life being threatened, and the Phantom’s manipulation is what made Raoul leave  (Granted, I think Raoul leaving makes sense in the context of LND.)  Christine has no agency in LND. Finally, the ending of POTO is what redeems Erik.  He is the one with the biggest character arc and character growth. He learns the most.  I do believe he had a genuine heart change at the end of POTO.  What happened wasn’t what he wanted, but it was what he needed to become a better person, and start moving past his trauma. Ignoring that is a big mistake. Yet, in LND, he is back to being an arrogant, abusive, manipulative, puppet master.  Sometimes, I can see small pieces of character growth. He seems less bothered by his appearance, and maybe slightly more mature. Though, even these glimpses are often overshadowed or ignored in the next scene.   LND is NOT continuation of the characters we met in POTO. Much of the writing that connects LND with POTO is meh.  Honestly, in some ways it feels like less a sequel and more its very own adaption of Phantom. Which is half its problem.

[writing-of-a-british-bitch]

A Night At The Opera-Chapter 3

Fandom: Queen/Borhap

Specified gender: Female

Pairing: Brian May x reader/ John Deacon x reader

TW: brian being possessive of whats not his, adam CONTINUES TO BE A DICK, blood, sickness, vomit, swearing

Genre: Horror ig?? ( based on phantom Of the opera)

Series: A Night At The Opera

Requests: CLOSED

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By the time morning broke a few hours later, (Y/N) had learnt the entire setlist for Queen. Brian was an incredible teacher, more so than she admittedly thought he would be, and had been extremely patient as she fumbled with the fretboard and the strings. But he was hesitant to get too close to her after she had pulled his mask off. Strangely, (Y/N) had started to feel bad about it, the guilt monster clawing at her insides. Brian had tried his very best to forgive and forget the situation, but how could he? That mask was his shelter from the outside world. His shield from the venomous words of humankind. And she'd yanked it off, without a second thought of how exposing it would be for him. How hurtful. How terrifying it was. But despite it all, he still agreed to teach her, and teach her he did. Her shaky, insecure playing had slowly ebbed into something more confident, even if she didn't necessarily feel that way herself. After Brian's pushing and prodding, her fingers slowly started to glide along the fretboard, instead of stopping and starting as they had before. Her playing was pure, in tune and practically perfect in all ways it could be. Well, for a beginner, that is. To say he was impressed with the techie was an understatement, and he knew that she was already miles and leaps ahead of Adam. Brian had to get the others to see it. To see how incredible she was compared to that repulsive gargoyle with a much too heavy hand. If he could find a way for Freddie to see her in action. While she ran through the songs and covers that Queen performed on stage, Brian flicked through his brain for ideas, when it struck him. Adam wouldn't go down without a fight, he knew that much. So, maybe Brian would have to make him.

"Bri?" (Y/N)'s gentle voice pulled him from his train of thought, wordlessly glancing up at her. She gave him a wide smile "What was that song you were playing earlier? On the stage?"

"Just something I wrote myself, my dear. Nothing interesting, I'm afraid," Brian chuckled, his hair bobbing as he strolled over to her, still holding his Red Special. She looked up at him, admiration shining in her eyes.

"Can you play it for me?" She requested, shyly, instantly looking down afterwards, slightly embarrassed by her request, however, Brian just shot her a soft smile, even though she couldn't quite see it, she could make out the squinting of his eyes. He nudged her over and sat beside her, taking his guitar from her softly. Their fingers brushed in the exchange, causing a blush to rise to (Y/N)'s cheeks. Brian positioned his Red Special before placing his fingers onto the strings and beginning to strum. His technique was so much better than hers, and she couldn't help but watch him in wonder, his fingers dancing across the fretboard like it was nothing. But the song lasted a few minutes before coming to a close, much sooner than she would've liked herself.

"It's been finished for a while. I've tried placing lyrics to it but nothing I write seems to quite work with it, especially with that solo," Brian confessed, frustration lacing his words. (Y/N) pondered for a second, running over the tune in her before looking back to the curly-haired man.

"I think I might have just the thing. But they're on a piece of paper in Deaks' dressing room," She offered timidly, ducking her head as Brian tilted his head to look at her.

"Fantastic, you can bring them tomorrow. Or later tonight, I should probably say," (Y/N) face contorted in confusion at his response, watching as he passed her the Red Special back and got up from the couch that she found had been hidden behind one of the black veils.

"L-Later?" She asked, but Brian continued forward, towards his paper theatre and waxwork figures. He took the Adam shaped one and snapped it in half, looking down at it in disgust. Slowly, (Y/N) got up, propping the Red Special against the couch, and approached him while his back was still turned. He was tense and she was worried for him.

And for herself.

"Yes, unless my company has been so appalling that you no longer wish to return, "Brian sent an arched eyebrow in her direction, but stopped abruptly, breath hitching in his throat at how close she had gotten to him. So close that she could feel her breath on his face.

Oh, how he missed breathing. A part of him wished he hadn't taken it for granted. The warmth of her breath sent him reeling, practically giving her heart eyes. Brian couldn't drag his eyes away, and neither could (Y/N). He spotted a ghost of a smile on her lips and knew his heart would be pounding now. If it could. Against his will, his eyes dragged down to her lips quickly. Almost impossible to pull them away. Her lips looked so warm and inviting. But he snapped back to his senses and looked over to the boat, occasionally rocking in the water. (Y/N) noticed the way he seemed to back away suddenly and frowned a little. She couldn't place what he was thinking. He had placed a barrier beyond his orbs. Obstructed anyone from being able to tell how he felt. She couldn't exactly say that she blamed him. The behaviour he exhibited when she pulled the mask off told her all she needed to know. The girl only wished that she was able to pull all the pain, that he had maintained over the years, away. But he would never let her close enough to heal him, she understood that.

"Your company is far from appalling," Was all (Y/N) could utter, entranced by Brian, like a child meeting their favourite superhero.  Brian glanced down at her, smiling sweetly, but instantly regretted it and looked away again. He couldn't afford to get lost in her eyes. He had to take her back. He had to.

"Come, your friends and that idiot will arrive soon. Wouldn't want them thinking something dreadful had happened to you, now would we?" Brian's words were perfectly innocent but the hungry look he'd given her last time they'd met haunted her, and caused a shiver to run up her spine. Once again feeling small. Brian realised her sudden uncomfortableness and motioned to the boat, still fastened to the wooden peg. Reluctantly, (Y/N) walked over to the boat and climbed into it, sitting down silently as Brian unhooked the rope. He waded through the water, though it barely reached his knees,  and clambered into the vessel. And without another word, he cruised off, the metal gating opening with a loud rhythmic clanging.

When (Y/N) arrived back in the theatre, it was nearing 6 AM. The boys would be there at 11, knowing how Roger tended to oversleep and how Freddie would fret over his appearance for at least an hour. Deaky would fuss over everything, like a dad about to go on holiday, and Adam, well, fuck knows what Adam did that made him so late. He probably wouldn't arrive until 2 PM, 1, if they were lucky. She wandered around the theatre, eyeing the empty seats, knowing they'd be almost full later. Because, despite Adam's tasteless playing, Freddie's intriguing stage persona pulled everyone back. Roger's charming playing and golden locks. Deaky's bopping and dancing on stage. They triumphed over everything.  

As she looked around, she allowed herself to look up at box five. Something told her that he'd be standing there tonight. What would Deaky say if he found out? He would be furious. No, he wouldn't. Deaky never got mad. Not at her. He was too gentle for that.  He would be devastated. A creak from behind her caused (Y/N) spin around, terribly paranoid all of a sudden. Lucille observed her with curious eyes, a small, slightly guilty, glint in them.

"Good morning, I wasn't expecting you here so early," Something in the way Lucille spoke made it very clear that she was very aware of why she was there so early. She knew more about the theatre ghost than she let on.

"Oh-oh yeah I  just needed to set some stuff up, so I came early. Y'know, to avoid Adam's shouting," (Y/N) attempted to lie, but the way she fiddled with her fingers and glanced around anxiously gave her away.  Lucille raised an eyebrow at her response before silently brushing past her, going to check one of the wires, tucking it out of the way of the stage. Something (Y/N) had failed to notice.

"You must tread carefully. He sees everything and knows everything that happens in this place," Lucille stated as she taped the wire back. (Y/N)'s head whipped around to look at the older woman, eyes narrowed slightly.

"How do you know that? How do you know him?" She asked, almost demanding Lucille for an answer, walking as close to her as possible. Lucille gave her no response, instead, waltzing over to (Y/N), who took two steps back.

"Because I've seen this before. I know what he's like, you don't. As much as you think you do, you don't, I assure you of that," Lucille replied sharply, staring down at her. Without another word, (Y/N) nodded, eyes wide and fearful, and hiked back to the backstage area. The girl took comfort in Deaky's dressing room, curling up on the couch. It was only then that she realised how drained she was, eyes slowly slipping shut. But she hardly slept, haunted by the thought of the theatre ghost.

"Adam? Is everything alright?" (Y/N) knocked lightly on the bathroom door. All she heard was a groan from behind the door. "Can I come in?"

The door clicked, unlocking, and the girl slowly pushed the door open. Adam was sat beside the toilet, eyes sunken and skin pale. Reluctantly, she placed the back of her hand to Adam's forehead. Fuck, he was burning up. Immediately, (Y/N) rushed back to Roger's dressing room, grabbing one of the hand towels he kept in there, to mop his sweat after a show. She sprinted back to the bathroom, running the rowel under cold water. The cold towel was pressed to his forehead, tenderly. Just as she pushed it against his forehead, he turned his head into the toilet bowl and spilt his insides. (Y/N) winced at the smell and noise, but wiped his mouth with some toilet paper when he came back up. Adam weakly flushed the toilet and turned back to her.

"Thanks, at least you have the common sense to help me," Adam groaned, and (Y/N) couldn't help but glare at him. God, he was a dick. He turned his face away, to look out of the opened bathroom door and her glare turned to widened eyes. On his neck, there were two small circular wounds, a tiny trail of blood leaking from them both. There was only one place they could have come from. And now she feared for her life.

"(Y/N), have you seen my- oh shit," Roger came stumbling to the doorway, dressed ready for the show. Fuck! The show! It was meant to take place in ten minutes! Roger raced inside, crouching beside the pair. "Adam, are you okay?"

"Of course, I'm fine, I'm fine. I'll be better when we've just gotten the show over and done with," Adam answered, but Roger scrunched his face up.

"There's no way you can play. You're too sick," (Y/N) interrupted, removing the cold cloth from his forehead for a moment to check if his temperature had gone up or down.

"I'm fine, you dumb bi-" Adam didn't get to finish his sentence before he was curling over the toilet again. Roger and (Y/N) exchanged a look behind his back. He wasn't playing. No matter how much he argued.

"Stay here, mate, we'll be back in a minute," Roger told Adam before grasping (Y/N)'s hand and pulling her out of the room and shutting the bathroom door behind him "We're gonna have to cancel the show."

"I know, he can't play. He'll vomit on stage," (Y/N) agreed, just as Freddie and Deaky wandered over, chatting animatedly.  However, the boys soon noticed the look of disappointment on Roger and (Y/N)'s face.

"Everything alright, dears?" Freddie asked hesitantly. Deaky looked at his girlfriend in concern, noticing the worry in her eyes.

"Adam can't play, he's sick," Roger sighed "We have to cancel the show."

"For fuck's sake! Please tell me that you're pulling my leg, Rog, please," Freddie exclaimed, running a hand through his hair, a deep frown finding its way to his face. Deaky swore under his breath, instantly beginning to pace.

"We wish we were," (Y/N) responded, shooting the band a sympathetic look.

"Is there anyone who can play the guitar just for tonight?" Deaky asked, racking his brain for other solutions, playing with the bottom of his shirt nervously.

"No, unless there's a ghost here that just so happens to know how to play the guitar," Roger snapped sarcastically, stress evident on his face. (Y/N) walked over to her boyfriend, who looked panicked and damn near tears. She took his hand into her own and brought it to her lips, kissing the skin fondly. He gave her a miniscule smile, kissing her cheek quickly.

"(Y/N) could play tonight, Mr Mercury," Lucille's voice made the group jump, startled, and turn to look at her. (Y/N)'s breath hitched in her throat. She couldn't play, she'd only just started! She may be a natural talent, but that didn't mean she could perform in front of tons of people!

"You play the guitar?" Roger's head tilted in confusion, as did the rest of the band. Deaky squeezed her hand.

"I mean, yeah, I do, but I-" (Y/N) started tensely, looking down to her shoes.

"Fantastic! You must play for us tonight, dear!" Freddie commanded, a gleeful smile returning. Roger grinned, silently cheering in delight.

"Fred-"

"(Y/N)," She looked up at the softness of Deaky's voice. His gentle touch on her skin "Please. We need you."

A sigh escaped (Y/N)'s lips and after a second of tense silence, she nodded, resulting in cheering from the three boys and a nod of approval from Lucille.

The lights on the stage dimmed, and applause echoed into the theatre. The boys made their way onstage with their instruments, but (Y/N) couldn't help but hold back, pausing before she ran on stage. The lights came on and everyone sat in the audience screamed, but there were confusing murmurs upon the lack of a guitarist. Deaky looked over at her and shot her a reassuring smile. So with a deep breath, she ran on stage, waving awkwardly at the audience. Immediately, (Y/N) was pulled into the music, playing the beginning chords of the first song on the setlist. Her fingers dashed along the fretboard, somehow managing to keep in time with the rest of the band. There was a surge of adrenaline that ran through her, filling her with joy and excitement and before she knew it, the song came to a close.

"Okay, my darlings, are you enjoying yourselves?" Freddie nearly yelled into the microphone and the audience cheered. "Good! We are too! However, I'd like to introduce you to a lovely friend of mine. Our guitarist for tonight! (Y/N) (L/N)"

The audience nearly deafened her with their screams. Everyone was clapping and hollering. (Y/N) grinned and bowed playfully, earning a laugh from the boys on stage, though she could barely hear them over the audience.

"Isn't she fabulous, lovies? I knew you'd love her, almost as much as we do!" Freddie chuckled "Alright, dears, time for a new little number, written by yours truly, liar!"

She barely realised that the show had finished until Roger was leading her off stage. As soon as everyone was out of sight, the boys laughed joyously, pulling her into a tight hug.

"(Y/N) you were brilliant!"

"Absolutely fantastic!"

"Perfect, my love!" (Y/N) could barely think over all of the compliments and the rush of performing. She swayed slightly, beginning to feel dizzy. That was until Adam wobbled over, looking dishevelled.

"She was fucking shit!" He mumbled, a bit of vomit hanging on the corner of his mouth. (Y/N) just shook her head, knowing she'd never be able to please him. Lucille made her way over, each step calculated and sure.

"Alright gentlemen, come on, let the girl have her space. (Y/N) I'd think it best if you were to be alone for a while. Just to catch your breath," Lucille suggested and the girl merely nodded, tired from her first show and, if Adam had anything to do with it, which he had to do with everything, her last. Roger suddenly tensed a little, giving Lucille a wary look.

"I'll come with you. I need to talk to her," Roger said, leaving no room for argument. Lucille only let out an annoyed breath of air, before beginning to walk to Deaky's dressing room. Where (Y/N) spent most of her time. When they reached the room, Lucille walked in with Roger and (Y/N) close behind. She picked up a rose, a black ribbon tied to it, and handed it to (Y/N).

"He's pleased with you," She whispered in the girl's ear, then leaving the room and closing it behind her.

"Something isn't right with that woman. I don't trust her," Roger grumbled, using his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face. But (Y/N) wasn't listening. She only examined the flower in her hand, admiring the black silk tied to the green stem and blood red petals. "Are you alright, love? You look as if you've seen a ghost."

"The crowd frightened me. But I loved it. I'm just exhausted- I need some time to myself, just like Lucille said," (Y/N) concluded, snapping back to her senses.

"Well, okay. Don't let the crowd's frighten you, (Y/N/N), they loved you, and I could tell you loved them. I'll leave you alone for a bit, yeah?" Roger asked gently, kissing her forehead.

"Yes, please, Rog. Thank you. I'll talk to you later," She smiled, tiredly, and Roger gave her forehead another kiss before walking out, closing the door. The rose spun between (Y/N)'s fingertips. And she found herself thinking of Brian. The more she thought about him, the more he scared her. He injured Adam, made him sick. Just so she could perform. He was sick. Twisted.

The lights flickered for a moment. Then they shut off.

And (Y/N) felt her blood run cold.

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[daydreams-afterdark]

Hold Me Tight

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Vampire One Shot

Word Count: 3k

WARNING: Light Vampire Smut! Do not proceed if you’re not into smutty things.

The boys drop by to say hello before your boss's Halloween Party. You’re going as a vampire, and Jimin wants to be your fledgling

Authors Note: Hello! This is my first published fan fiction...bare with me. If you like what you have read please click the heart or leave some feedback! Enjoy!

They surprised you at your hotel room door, beaming with bright smiles. You let them in before they had the chance to greet you, ushering them in with hand fluttering like a wounded butterfly toward the center of the room. Their beauty hurt to look at sometimes, though it never took long before their bickering and overall merriment brought you back down to earth, they were all human after all.

It was a unique Halloween Ball, and somehow your boss got all the big to-dos to show up, including the seven of them. It was as if he had revived Capote’s black and white masquerade ball; the party of the century.

   “Y/N, that looks uncomfortable,” Jungkook stated in a worried tone.

   “No worries, I’m a pro at wearing corsets.” You winked at him playfully before pulling on the corset strings, shrinking your waist and making Jungkook gasp and cringe at sight. “I’m okay, I promise.” You poked his nose with your index finger and strode over to the vanity.

   “What are you going as, Y/N?” Namjoon asked eyeing your 18th century styled dress. “Are you going as a princess?”

   “Of darkness perhaps…” You teased darkly as you opened a coffin-shaped box, pulling two small vampire fangs out into your palm, extending your arm out towards them. “I’m going as a vampire.” You gave your best evil grin. Yoongi laughed and teased that it fit your personality to which you replied with flipping him the bird. “What are you all going as?” Namjoon was going as a mad scientist, Jin as a well-dressed Mario, Yoongi as a secret agent, Hoseok in a suit with a Venetian mask with the depiction of the sun on the front, Jimin as a medieval prince, Taehyung as Van Gogh, and Jungkook as the phantom of the opera. They were gone as soon as they had arrived, needing to get dressed, besides Jimin who had come dressed in his garb.  

***

“Y/N, can you apply bite marks on me?” He asked shyly

“You want to be my fledgling, Jimin?” You ask, shocked. He blushed and turned his head away. “No need to be embarrassed, you just took me by surprise.” You grabbed your makeup bag and dragged your chair towards the end of the bed where he had been sitting. You take your thumb and middle finger to measure the space between your fangs and reach out for his arm.

   “No, Y/N, a vampire bites the throat.” Your eyes widen, you had never known for Jimin to be this direct with you. “Remember?”

   “Yes, you’re right. But you won’t see the bite mark with how your costume is.” You point to his high collar.

   “I can leave it unbuttoned.” He smiles sweetly while unbuttoning his collar which makes your eyes hazy for a moment. You re-measure your fangs and reach for his neck. “No, you won’t get the angle right.” Confused, you blink at him. “You should angle from behind. Like how the vampires in the movies do.” You purse your lips and give a nod, standing up and sliding onto the bed behind him. You catch a glimpse of you two in the mirror, and a serious look painted across his face. You clear your throat, re-measure, and reach for the spot you want on his neck when he stops you gently with a soft hand. “You won’t get the angle right.”

   “What would you have me do then?” You had an idea of where this was going the moment you caught the concentrated look on his face in the mirror when you hopped onto the bed.

   “You should play your role as my new mistress and change me the proper way.” You felt sheen of sweat form on your face and a warm swirling sensation in your abdomen. Unable to reply, Jimin gave you a soft smile.“It’s okay, Y/N, I don’t mind.”

   “Are you sure this is what you want?” Your question made his eyes darken in anticipation. For a moment, you had wondered how long he had imagined himself in this position. An impish smile splayed across his face as he stared at you.

“What are you thinking about?”

   “Just…hold still.” You cup his head in one hand and gently tilt it with the other. You breathe in deep as you traced a large vein down the side of his neck. The anticipation makes your eyelids heavy, and you bow your head over his neck and brush your lips against his throat lightly.  You feel him shutter and glance up to meet his hooded gaze on you. Closing your eyes, you bite down gently, feeling Jimin tighten his body, his hands grabbing the edge of the bed. You chuckle into him softly which made his back arch sharply which excites you. Which leads you to wonder how far you could take it? You shake those thoughts from your head and release him, trying to keep your breath even.

   “Why did you stop?” He whined in a low, hoarse voice.

   “You only need one bite.” You tilt his head back to its original position. “But you didn’t bite me!” Jimin argued.

   “I did too, what are you talking about?” Looking down on the red patch of skin beneath you and tapping it with your finger.

   “You need to make sure your marks are visible long enough for you to apply the makeup. It’s okay; you can bite me harder.” He tilted his head to the side again, excitedly.                You swallow hard before bowing your head down, your teeth sinking a little further into the side of his neck. His hand was rushing to hold you there, wordlessly encouraging you to continue. You began to pull him into your mouth, biting harder. You hear him give an excited sigh and tremble beneath you, leaning his head back against your shoulder. Jimin had always been one of the quieter ones of the group. The interactions the two of you had were cordial at most, small talk and innocent glances you’d both catch the other on. This was a new side of Jimin you hadn’t even fathomed was possible, packaged in the usually innocent persona. 

   “Y/N.” He crooned breathily and leaned back into you. You stopped briefly to breathe, the corset restricting your air flow and glanced in the mirror; Jimin licked his lips and whimpered with the lack of touch. Tucking your hair behind your ear, you attempt to resume your little escapade when Jimin turned around, wrapped an arm around your corseted waist and slid you further onto the bed until he hovered over you completely, gasping in surprise as he did. He gave a wry smile that reached his eyes before a more serious look replaced it. “In some lore, for a fledgling to fully become one with his mistress, he must also partake in her as well.” 

   “Well..” Your heart tripped at the thoughts that began flooding your mind before you hastily added: “You know what to do then.” He didn’t give you a chance to rethink your answer before he descended, first his lips that brushed behind your ear, he sighed, which sent your body into shock, tightening and arching. “Mmm, Y/N, you feel so soft.” He whispered in his deep Busan accent, again, your back arched and this time he met your arching hips with his, pressing you back into the bed. “You shouldn’t move so much; I don’t want to hurt you accidentally.” He chuckled before trailing soft kisses down the side of your neck until he nuzzled the same spot you had just been on him. His hands, which had been holding him above you until then, migrated off the bed. Now on an elbow, his free hand ran down your skirt before touching skin, which he gripped, soliciting a sharp gasp from you, making him grin before he flipped you over.    “I will get the angle wrong if I bite you from the front.” He reminded you as he brushed your hair off your back, weaving his hand through the strands of hair at the base of your head. He touched his lips over the back of your neck and sighed again. This time you moaned, tiny electric shocks erupted from the nape of your neck, tickling your body. His duality intrigued and unnerved you at the same time; just what was he capable of? 

You feel a sharp pinch which made you grip the sheets beneath you. Jimin’s free hand found its way under your skirt again, this time trailing higher along your thigh, stopped abruptly by your corset. Your entire body becomes hypersensitive to his touch as Jimin begins to undo the laces of your corset and in one unfathomable gesture, unlatches the hooks in the front. The release makes you sigh breathily as Jimin chucks the corset off to the side. He peels down the chemise off your shoulders and around your hips. It took you a moment before the cool breeze of the air conditioning chilled your bare skin, sending you shivering.    “You should only be shivering for me, let me warm you up,” Jimin whispers as he slides his hands underneath to cup your breasts, giving them a light squeeze. The atmosphere in the room shifted, and it seemed as if Jimin was now in charge. His head dipped down again, open mouth and grazed your skin with his teeth. In your dazed state, you could only barely notice that the graze of his teeth was sharper than they should have been. He kissed your neck, nibbling a bit    “Jimin…” You breathed, feeling a bit high on his touch, the scent of his breath on you. “Mmm?” He hummed into the side of your neck which sent another shiver through you, a familiar swirl of lust overtook you, and you felt an uncomfortable pool form between your thighs. You don’t answer his hum, rest your forehead on your bed and noting how electrified your body felt under his touch.    “Do you trust me Y/N?” He cooed in your ear, his inflection dark and lightly derisive.    “Depends on what you have in mind.” You chuckle darkly, momentarily coming to your senses. You were almost embarrassed at how quickly you submitted to him. Your answer made him stop for a moment before he placed a kiss between your shoulder blades.    “What I should’ve done ages ago.” The vibration of his voice against your spine elicited a moan from your lips which made Jimin’s grip on you tighten, and his hips rolled into your skirt, the thin fabric allowing you to feel how hard you had made him. You shift yourself, so you're pressing your ass against his crotch as he rolls into you, making him growl and rub himself against you harder.           “Continue to do that, and you’ll get more than a bite Y/N.” 

  “What if it’s what I want?” Your desire to feel what it was like having Jimin fuck you when he was behaving like this made you dizzy and determined to see this through till the end. There was no way you’d be able to go to that party in the state you were in. Jimin took your question as permission and dug his teeth into unexpectedly. “Fuck!” Your mind went fuzzy as you felt Jimin’s teeth-no those are fangs-sink into you, his tongue lapping up warm liquid that spilled from the wound. The wet sounds coming from Jimin’s mouth as he sucked hard on the base of your throat made you whine, and thighs rub together sharply. Without warning or detaching from you, Jimin wrapped an arm around your belly and flipped you both into a sitting position, Jimin’s back against the headboard, and you are sitting on top of him, head slacked to the side, allowing him room to continue drinking from you. His hand slips under your skirt, past your underwear and his delicate fingers slowly skimmed over your clit, down into you with a loud squelching sound and withdrew a moment later to return to your clit which was already swelling and began slowly caressing it with slick fingers. You cried out from the sensation, shivering from how gently yet possessive the action was as he pressed harder, kick-starting your descent into madness as you begged for him to go faster, bucking your hips when his fingers made a suction sensation. “Let me…” You couldn’t find the words you needed. 

“Are you going to come for me already, baby?” Jimin feigned surprise as he detached himself from your neck. “I’d let you but there are other things I wanted to do to you before, and we don’t want to keep the others waiting too long. They might start suspecting something.” He kissed the hollow part behind your ear. “Hold on for me, love. Just a little longer…” He whispers before sliding you off him. He’s on top of you now. Your chin grasped between two fingers; he is kissing you, the bitter taste of iron enters your mouth as he parts your lips with his tongue. 

   “I want you to taste how lovely you are, Y/N.” He pulls back to look at you, his lips and teeth stained red as he grins at you. “You don’t understand how incredibly sexy you look right now. The only way this could be better was if…” He yanks your skirt and your panties down and off your body. “If it were my blood stained on those pretty lips of yours.” Jimin should scare you, the look on his face, how dark his eyes looked at that moment, the very real fangs that protruded from his swollen lips that were stained with your blood. “Remember what I told you before Y/N. Hold on just a little longer for me.” Jimin hooked his arms underneath your legs and pulled you towards him, trailing soft kisses down your inner thigh until he reached your core. Your head flies back as you feel the warmth of his tongue stroke from your entrance up to your aching bud, suckling gently. How long were you supposed to hold on for? A jumble of lewd noises escaped from you as you gripped the sheets of the bed, gasping for breath. In a few moments, you knew whether or not he liked it you were going to climax; how did he expect you’d react to the attention he was giving you. He suckled, hummed and lapped, enjoying every cry that past your lips, the way you whimpered his name. You were his now and only his, he was going to make sure of it. 

“Jimin- fuck, you’re going to make me come...please…” He groaned into you “I need to be inside you, Y/N. Come for me, right now…” He feverishly picked up the pace, sloppily and running his hands from your belly to your thighs. His need for you made you come undone, gripping his hair bucking into him, loud moans filled the room as he rode your face through your climax. Your legs quiver once he let goes of you, the energy drained from your body as you came down from your high. Jimin slid closer to you, pinning your knees back to your shoulders. Keeping his hands on your legs, he positions himself and slowly enters, the sensation causing you to gasp in pain and pleasure. He descends further into you until he is all the way in, his lips pressed against yours for a moment until he pulls out of you, shivering at how you clench around him. “Mine.” He says drunkenly as his eyes close, head falling back, rocking back and forth slowly to enjoy how your body reacted to him. 

“You feel so fucking-good, baby go faster!” You moaned, causing Jimin to drop your legs to his sides, falling forward and slamming into you. “Oh fuck!” Jimin is unforgiving as he thrusts hard inside you, cursing under his breath. You rake your nails down his back hard, making him bite his lips. “Does that feel good?” You ask with a grin on your face. Jimin in returns grabs your wrists and pins them above you.

“Too good, baby. Be nice, or we’re going to end up missing the party.” “I just want to see how nicely you can come for me too.” You catch his gaze and hold it, licking your lips. “Baby-” He cuts you off with a kiss before thrusting inside you faster, with more desperation until he begins crying out, hips stuttering as he tries to get even deeper inside you. The room is otherwise silent outside of your heavy breathing, and you both lay there for a few minutes, your mind coming back to you, revisiting what had just transpired between the two of you. You had a feeling that he wasn’t going to let you go after this and a part of you didn’t mind it. However, in the pit of your stomach, you were unnerved by him. How quickly he retracted the curtain and revealed who he indeed was to you had you wondering what exactly he had in mind for you. 

“To make you mine.” He smiled into the side of your neck. “I already told you.” He sighed happily. “Shall I try to convince you again?” He brushed the hair from your eyes. His phone rang then, causing both of you to jerk your heads towards the nightstand. Jimin groaned in frustration as he saw Namjoon’s caller ID. “I guess I’ll have to convince you after the party.”    “Will I get to see you naked this time?” You quip, tugging at his shirt. He chuckles bashfully then, back to the soft Jimin that had first walked into your hotel room.    “If I don’t take you to the bathroom first.” You feel him harden inside you again. “This is going to be a long night.” He kisses you before pulling out, giving you a bright smile. 

You were intrigued by his duality; perhaps you weren’t as unnerved by him after all.

[thatlongspringnight]

Woohoo~ *throws candies on the air* It's halloween party time, m'lady!! May I request SLBP Lords in Halloween party hosted by Keiji scene! :3 p.s: i'm sure ladies would be curious how they gonna dress up based on their personality! ʕง•ᴥ•ʔง

THE LORDS AT A HALLOWEEN PARTY (College AU Edition)

(OKAY SO THIS ENDED UP BEING A LOT LONGER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.)We all know that Keiji is going to throw a complete rager of a party. Free flowing liquor, lots of food, and wild dancing.We also know that ALL the lords are going to show up, whether they want to or not. In costume and on constant guard. You never know when Keiji is going to swoop in for a kiss. 😉 

Nobunaga: Well, he wouldn’t be called the Devil King if he didn’t come dressed as one, right? Our scarlet devil comes with a snazzy sharp and incredibly expensive tux and a black and red cape. Honestly, it’s a compromise, Nobu didn’t want to dress up but did it begrudgingly for MC. He didn’t want to “Look like a fool in front of men like the Tiger of Kai.” So he’s dressed to the 9’s and ready to party. His MC comes as a demure angel (because yes they are the couple that chose to be the devil/angel combo). Just revealing enough, she looks striking in a clinging white silk dress and wings. He’s sure to be taking that halo of her’s off halfway through the night in one of the many empty rooms wherever Keiji decided to host his party.  

Mitsuhide: He puts a lot of thought into his costume, he really does. Whatever he chooses he’s going to put the most effort into. This year he picks a more traditional costume. Vampire, a classic. Also, oddly enough (and totally not planned) he manages to come dressed closely enough to Nobunaga, that everyone wonders…did they match on purpose? Mitsuhide’s MC dresses like a cat, also a classic, complete with ears and a swishy tail. She spends the night teaching him all the dances to the music they are listening too. He doesn’t drink so she can. They retire from the party early, because he can’t get enough of how good she looks in that cat outfit and wouldn’t you know she has a perfectly shaped hickey the next day…Guess he really took his costume to heart, huh? 

Hideyoshi: What he really wanted to wear was one of those couples’ costumes, like the plug and plug-in. He was firmly denied. So he ends up going to the costume party dressed as a werewolf to his MC’s little red riding hood. Is it cheesy? Yes. Does he love it? Sure. If it means he gets to prowl the entire party and wander behind people and scare them. He’s about it. His MC is less appreciative of his efforts. But she looks killer in her outfit, so she doesn’t mind as much. Hideyoshi of the 1000 lovers does get an earful for flirting too hard with Toshiie’s MC, some things never change. Oh, and he did not manage to avoid Keiji’s kisses. He got a lot of Keiji kisses that night, tongue and all.

Inuchiyo: Everyone knows poor Toshiie is being forced to go as a puppy. With a collar, ears, and everything. Hideyoshi all but dressed him himself when he found out that Toshiie hadn’t gotten a costume yet. So expect lots of pouting, he doesn’t want to be at Keiji’s party anyways, but in his own words, he couldn’t leave his MC alone there with guys like that. Once the party kicks off and he starts drinking, he gets happier and manages to lose his shirt. Not that his MC minds the show (or any of the other people there, really, we all know Toshiie is gorgeous). His MC plays along and also dresses up as a puppy, to lessen the sting. Hideyoshi was more than willing to buy her a more ‘dominating’ outfit so she could ‘show the puppy who his owner was’ but was respectfully and firmly denied. She ends up having to cart his drunk ass home after the party. But he rewards her later for it…and he keeps the collar on. 

Mitsunari: This tsundere does NOT want to go to any stupid, foolish, insipid party. That is…he doesn’t want to go until Hideyoshi invites him. Once that happens, he’s going. He’s going for Hideyoshi, don’t mistake his reasoning for anything else. Nevermind that maybe his MC wanted to go, and maybe she convinced Hideyoshi to put in a good word. Mitsunari leaves the costume decisions to his MC, so they end up going as Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet. For most of the party Mitsunari sticks with Hideyoshi, that is until his MC starts chatting with Ieyasu about their shared classes. The moment that happens he has her on the dancefloor, safely away from that ‘golden-haired bastard’. Waltzing to the music doesn’t make sense, but it works. Oh and he’s the one that gets too drunk because of Hideyoshi so his MC spends the rest of the night, once they are home, rubbing his back and comforting him as he vomits.

Ieyasu: Ieyasu goes purely because Nobunaga is going. He doesn’t fight it. Doesn’t make a scene. But he wears that unsettling smile of his the entire time. He also doesn’t “dress up” really. He styles himself more like Phantom of the Opera or Interview with the Vampire while wearing a masquerade mask. He drinks in moderation and listens to what ~everyone~ has to say. He can’t stop himself from his snide comments though and almost manages to get into fights with Mitsunari and Yukimura, although both come to naught. His MC wears a slinky black dress and a mask too (just to match, Ieyasu, jeez) and spends the rest of the night dodging references from 50 shades of grey. Jokes that have Ieyasu pouting and flustered by the end of the night. She’s willing to handle a bit of fussing from him because she knows where it leads, especially when he’s been eyeing her like that all night. Maybe some of those Christian Grey rumors weren’t wrong. 

Yukimura: Talk about being PUMPED for this party. Yukimura is so excited to dress up with his MC and have a good time with all his friends. He dresses up in the soccer uniform of his favorite team and even brings a soccer ball to the party. He and Inuchiyo DO have a drinking match at some point in the evening, for sure. His MC dresses as a nurse, and no not a suggestive nurse. She spends most of the night actually administering first aid at this party. All the people getting drunk and falling keep her busy. Not to mention that her poor boyfriend can’t seem to keep himself from running into things when he gets wasted. That isn’t to say she doesn’t own a sexy nurse costume, she just saves it for after the party, where she can use it on Yukimura. Saizo: Saizo goes because Yukimura wants to go and Saizo’s MC wants to go. So, He guesses he is going. He dresses as a stylized version of himself. So imagine the professor vibe up to 11, complete with glasses. He’s pretty much drop dead gorgeous. He spends most of the party keeping his girlfriend out of the clutches of Keiji and making sure Yukimura and co. stay out of trouble. He is the one to ensure that the people who work for the tiger of kai make it home safe that night. Although no one realizes it. His is a thankless job. His MC dresses like a school girl, plaid skirt, blazer, thigh highs and everything. Mostly to taunt her boyfriend. Keiji thinks she looks precious and is pretty glued to her most the night. When he starts drinking she starts passing him off to unsuspecting people to avoid getting kissed. Although she does give him a peck on the cheek for his efforts, much to Saizo’s chagrin. But then again, he does get to punish her for bad behavior, doesn’t he?

Masamune: He and MC go as pirates! Mostly because it’s a costume where his eyepatch doesn’t stick out so much, so it makes him feel more comfortable. They take the time to handmake their costumes together, because its something they can use to spend time with one another, and his MC is great at sewing. There IS a costume contest and they are the winners, granted their prizes are just Keiji kisses, but still. Masamune drinks and gets a little tipsy, and it is revealed that he is a lot more touchy when drunk, so he spends the rest of the night basically glued to his girlfriend, not that she minds. Shigezane takes lots of embarrassing pictures of the two of them to show them when they sober up. 

Kojuro; “We should dress up as Bontenmaru, MC” “No” Kojuro really does want to dress up as bontenmaru the turtle. But his MC and Shigezane hardcore veto that.  So he ends up going as Tuxedo Mask from Sailor Moon. Complete with a cape…and a rose…and random declarations. Finally, his MC gets to decide if her teen crush on Tuxedo mask lives up to her man. Her man dressed as Tuxedo mask takes the cake. Kojuro’s MC dresses up as Sailor Moon, duh.  She basically has to. They come in 2nd place to Masamune and his MC for costumes in the contest. Although Kojuro and his MC end up taking the most pictures, especially posing and quoting the show. A bunch of the girls at the party end up taking a sailor senshi style photo with Kojuro’s MC in the middle. It’s a magical night.

Kenshin: Kenshin is too pretty for normal costumes. He goes in traditional clothing, heavily embroidered, and he might be wearing makeup? No one is sure if his ethereal beauty is natural or not. His MC is the group photographer, so she wears normal clothes and just takes pictures. Not that she minds, she prefers it this way. She takes so many stylized shots she considers making them into a book at the end of the night.

Shingen: Shingen 110% shows up to this party in a tiger pint loincloth and cat ears and that is it. He spends the night mostly with Yukimura and Kenshin and ignoring little Nobunaga and his death glare. They can settle their political arguments outside of social time after all. His lady goes as a lion tamer, although he’s no lion, the idea doesn’t go unnoticed. She’s got a whip and everything. He doesn’t mind. He certainly doesn’t mind later on.

Bonus:

Shigezane: He’s had his costume planned since last year. He goes as a referee, he even has a whistle. He uses this to spend the entire night jumping into random situations at the party, blowing the whistle and shouting “PARTY FOUL.”  He even gives people red cards, where is he carrying all those red cards? He also takes part in the Yukimura/Inuchiyo drinking contest. He has a blast. He is the only person to willingly kiss Keiji apart from Kenshin. His MC goes as princess bubblegum from Adventure time. She wanted to do a Disney princess, but couldn’t pick one. Either way, the princess starts a game of captain dickhead and gets most of the other MCs drunk, because she’s so good at holding her liquor. At the end of the night, he gives her a piggyback ride home because he’s a gentleman

. Hotaru: Hotaru has to go because big-brother Saizo is going and so is Kenshin. Obviously. So he and his MC dress up that day after finding out. He goes as a forest spirit. Lots of leaves. The look suites his innocent face. His wide eyes shining under his flower crown. His MC goes as a deer. Her makeup sealing the deal, and she even wears a headband with little antlers. They end up fast friends with Masamune and his MC and end up sort of separating from the wildness of the party to form a smaller, quieter party. At the end of the night, he and his MC go stargazing.

Oichi, Umeko, and Kiku: What, you thought they wouldn’t come? They totally come. Luckily for Kojuro’s MC, they come dressed as other Sailor Senshi! Because those girls are the best. Oichi is Sailor Mars, Umeko is Sailor Venus and Kiku is Mercury.

Now, where is Keiji in all this? Wandering the crowd, drinking, and kissing everyone of course! He comes to his party dressed as Cupid so he can give “shots” of love (actual alcoholic shots, and shots that are just kisses!) It’s a great party and everyone remembers it for one reason or another. It’s a great party, the end.

Tagging: @lady-of-oshu and @han-pan  and anyone else who wants to read this? :3