#mctorious

[paranormalchemistry]

I’m telling yall they’d be cute together but next to no one listens 😔🤙

[scuffed-wizards]

Mctorious One Shot: Pt 1

*trumpet noises* IT IS TIME...FOR ONE SHOTS!!!

All dramatics aside, I’m really excited to start writing more for this AU, but here we have one of the things that started it all...a two part story that I, mod SlytherRose, wrote the first part of and mod PeonyPuff wrote the second part, which will be posted tomorrow. 

We had so much fun writing these and it made us so giddy too because Mctorious is an ADORABLE ship and more people need to appreciate it.  

So, without further ado, here is a very cute Mctorious one shot, part one. Enjoy!

Matt was walking out of the great hall, whistling to himself as he made his way back to the Ravenclaw tower. As he passed a friend and waved, he noticed something peculiar…his watch was missing. Matt stopped in his tracks, quickly patting himself down, finding no sign of his beloved silver watch.

Making his way back to the Great Hall, Matt checked the floor the whole way, asking if anyone had seen a watch. He earned a few confused reactions, forgetting it was not common for wizards to wear watches, but his muggle father had given it to him, and he had to get it back.

After checking all over the Great Hall and asking everyone in there for assistance Matt was getting hopeless, but he knew he couldn’t give up. So, he sat where he had been before, trying to think of what might have happened. He remembers doing his work, eating his lunch, and…that Hufflepuff, Jay was his name, he had stopped by for a moment to see what Matt was doing. Matt smiled at the memory mindlessly, then a thought crept into his brain…did Jay take his watch?

Jay was a peculiar kid, preferring to keep to himself, and was known for having little hiding spots all over Hogwarts, though no one knew where or why he had them. Matt never knew why Jay allowed him in, if only slightly, but he hoped to use what little he had learned from Jay so far to find him and hopefully get his watch back.

After checking a few places Matt began to feel hopeless yet again, leaning against a wall and running his hand through his hair angrily. He thought of using the accio spell to retrieve the beloved object, but ever since a pendant his aunt had gotten him had crashed into a wall on its journey through the castle a year ago, Matt didn’t trust magic to find his precious objects. As he cursed himself out for being so smart yet so good at losing things, Matt noticed a faint sound coming from nearby.

The halls were otherwise silent as students were either in class or in their rooms, so the humming that seemed to be coming from within the walls intrigued Matt. He followed the sound until he turned a corner, entering a seldom used garden. The sound drew him through the garden and towards what looked like another wall, but when Matt hesitantly knocked on it, the sound, which Matt had realized was humming, stopped.

After a minute or so of no response, Matt knocked again. Nothing happened immediately, but not a moment later a sliver of the wall disappeared, and through the small opening Matt saw a head of dark curls and a single sparkling brown eye. They eye gleamed with recognition and Matt heard a small ‘oh’ from the hidden space, then the opening grew wider and Matt was ushered inside by the occupant.

Upon seeing Jay in this secluded place Matt was shocked, but not surprised, taking a look around to see…nothing.

“How did you find me?”

Matt turned his attention to Jay again, the younger boy now sitting in the corner taking fervent notes in what Matt could only assume was his Fantastic Beasts book.

“I was looking for you and heard a humming. Didn’t realize you were the one humming,” Matt let out a small chuckle. “You have a lovely humming voice by the way.

Matt was too busy kicking himself for such a stupid comment to notice the blush spread across Jay’s cheeks.

“You were looking for me?”

Matt cleared his throat, then explained, “Oh, yeah, I lost my watch and was wondering if you had…seen it.”

“Or took it,” Jay said with a smirk, noticing Matt’s hesitation.

Matt shuffled his feet, not wanting to blame such a sweet person for the loss of his watch, mad he had ever thought Jay could do this.

“Yeah, I guess. Sorry, I just…the watch means a lot to me, so I got panicked.”

Jay just nodded his head, took a moment to think, then motioned for Matt to come sit next to him.

“Your judgement may have been partially correct, hold on a moment.” Jay got up, opened the wall again, stepping outside.

Matt heard a whistle, then some shuffling and…was it jangling? Then some mumbles and a sigh, and finally Jay came back into the room with a creature in his hands.

“Matt, this is Flynn, my niffler.”

Matt looked at the creature inquisitively as Jay sat down again, seeming to be using a tight hold on the small thing.

“A niffler?”

“Yes, a niffler, ridiculous little creatures who love to steal shiny things and keep them in here.” Jay pulled at the niffler’s stomach, revealing a pouch that stretched wider than Matt would have expected.

“So, what you’re saying is…”

“Yes, your watch is in the niffler.” Jay couldn’t help but giggle, before flipping Flynn the niffler over and dumping out the contents of his pouch.

Matt watched, astonished at how much that one little creature could hold. Once Flynn was emptied out, Jay cradled him into his arms to keep the fiend from messing with the pile before them.

“Do you see your watch?”

Matt had been so busy being dumbfounded by the carrying capacity of a niffler and had not noticed if the watch had fallen out, so he quickly shuffled through the mass amount of shiny objects before settling on his beloved time piece.

“Oh, thank goodness.” Matt let out a massive sigh of relief as he put the watch back on.

“Sorry about that,” Jay apologized sheepishly, letting go of Flynn and allowing him to collect his treasures again.

Keeping his wrist out of sight of the little thief, Matt looked at Jay warmly. “It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize for what the little bugger did.” He glared at Flynn, earning a small laugh from Jay. A laugh that made Matt’s heart beat a little quicker.

“Plus, I love hearing you talk about creatures. I am hopelessly behind in my knowledge of magical beasts, and the way you talk about them is so passionate, I…” Matt trailed off as both boys looked down trying to hide red faces and shy grins.

“Thank you, Matt.,”

“For what?”

“For listening to me. These creatures bring me such great joy it’s…amazing to have someone to share them with.”

Jay looked into the taller boy’s eyes as he finished his sentence, a sparkling smile adorning his face. Matt just stared at the beauty before him, not sure of what to say, his typically over-active brain turning to mush.

After a moment of contempt silence, Jay grabbed his Fantastic Beasts book, shuffled closer to Matt, and opened to a random page.

“Would you like to hear about bowtruckles? I think they are the cutest things, so full of life.”

Matt just nodded in response, leaning slightly into the side of the actual cutest thing, so full of life…making Matt appreciate his even more.

[misfitscollegeau-blog]

New Years Drabble

Words: 627

Notes: Hiya, I kinda hate this and this is only my like? Third time? Posting my writing anywhere so go easy on me lol. I’d love feedback though! Feedback is always welcome. Anyways, this is a little New Years Drabble (I know, it’s late lmao) about Matt and how he met Jay (Jay doesn’t remember much of this night, just saying that now ahandh). It gives you a little insight on how Matt was doing before he met his friends ajqndjd. It’s sorta messy and such bc my ADHD was acting up but I wanted to get this out so like? Whatever lol. Sorry, this is getting long. Please enjoy <3

Notes 2.0: Also! I didn’t have a beta reader so! Sorry if there’s any mistakes and such <33

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New year, new me, right? That’s how the saying went, and if that was true, Matt was ready for it to be a New Year already.

His year had been pretty bad. He had started college, and it was way harder than he expected, which meant a lot of extra stress for the poor man. Stress meant getting drunk, or high, way too much. Drinking and smoking too much meant a lot of bad trips. Basically, Matt had a horrible year. He hadn’t even gotten any friends, so he had been spending the year drunk and alone. He left all his friends back home, or online. The student council, which he was apart of, didn’t count as friends.

Fuck, now that he thinks about it, he truly had a horrible year.

“Hey,” came a shout, startling him out of his thoughts. It could hardly be heard over the blaring music of the party. Matt turned his head, blinking at the man in front of him. “Hi,” he replied, forcing a slight smile, “do you need anything? It’s almost 12, shouldn’t you be finding someone to kiss or some shit?” He asked, stumbling slightly and leaning against the wall. He wasn’t drunk, just tipsy. At least that’s what he told himself.

The man in front of him laughed and ran a hand through his hair, ignoring what Matt said. “I’m Jay.” He shouted again, shuffling closer to the other. “You’re Matt, right? Bordie, from your student council shit? Yeah, she made me come over here. My date wandered off so now I don’t have anyone to spend the end of the year with. You’re cute so...” he trailed off, his cheeks flushed a light pink as he watched Matt.

It took a minute for Matt to process what was being said. He chuckled softly, shaking his head and staring at the other man in confusion. “What?” He asked, laughing again. This was... strange?

Sudden yelling went off in the room full of people. A mix of people starting to count down to ten, others cheering, and some yelling out of not having someone to share their New Years kiss with. At that moment, time seemed to slow down for Matt. Jay smiled sweetly at him, curling a hand around the back of his neck, the other one cupping his cheek. “May I?” He asked quietly, getting a small nod from Matt in return.

Matt could feel his face was flushed red, but he didn’t mind too much, focusing on the other man instead. He let his eyes flicker shut, his hands staying put awkwardly at his sides as Jay leaned forward and connected their lips.

Matt sighed softly, melting into the embrace and moving along with the other. Jay deepened the kiss, for just a moment, before he pulled away.

Matt let another little sigh escape past his lips before he blinked open his eyes, staring owlishly at the other. Jay giggled lowly, dropping his hands away from Matt. “Thanks,” he paused, stepping back and eyeing the other man. He pulled a pen out of his pocket, grabbing Matt’s arm and scribbling some numbers down. “Text me sometime, I’ll buy you coffee or something, mate.” He paused to smile sheepishly up at the other. “I’ll see you around, yeah?”

Nodding along to Jay’s words and staring dumbly, Matt watched as Jay winked and disappeared back into the crowd of people.

“Oh,” Matt mumbled, his fingers reaching up to brush against his lips. He laughed softly, mentally high-fiving himself as a large grin spread across his face. He was just kissed by a cute guy, and the year was over. Perhaps that was a sign that this year would be better; maybe even good. New year, new me, right?

[paranormalchemistry]

Misfits Requests Are Open!

Hi guys! Recently my fics have been getting a bit more popular, and I feel like this is the perfect time to say that my requests for fanfics are currently open! I’m currently working on one that will be out soon, but I’d love to write more! I WILL WRITE: Any ship, wether it be angst, fluff, or smut. I’ll also just write some insanity with the boys in AUs or such, but do be specific if you want an AU.  I WILL NOT WRITE: Topics involving suicide, abuse, gore, manipulation, rape/noncon, or murder. These topics make me uncomfortable, so if you want something involving blood or death know I will not go into detail about such. 

[paranormalchemistry]

can you do some fluffy/smutty (whatever you prefer) with zuckles and matt or jay?

Uhhh...how about Mason gets two boyfriends?? I’m trying to make McInuckles more of a thing so I hope you don’t mind just fluffy cuddle boys Anon. Maybe I’ll write a threesome of these guys at some point if someone requests it cough cough

“Matt? Have you seen my fucking pink hoodie?” Mason’s voice echoed throughout the apartment, no doubt being heard by their neighbours who lived in the surrounding apartments.  

“Last I checked it was in Jay’s room.” Matt yelled back from his place on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone and not bothering to look up from it. The Australian sighed heavily, dragging himself over to Jay’s room and slamming the door open. Preparing to interrogate Jay for stealing his clothing again, but instead keeping shut once he saw Jay with his face pressed against the keyboard and eyes closed.

Mason stood there in silence for a moment before heading back to the living room, grabbing Matt’s wrist and starting to drag him towards Jay’s room. “I need your help grabbing my hoodie.” He said before the other could even bother to ask him what was happening.

The pair stood in the doorframe of their boyfriend’s room. “Do we wake him up first?” Mason asked in the best whisper he could manage, which honestly didn’t make it much of a whisper. “Wait what?” Matt answered back, turning to Mason with a raised eyebrow.

“Do we wake him up or do we just carry him to bed?” Mason said as though it was obvious with a more annoyed tone. Matt shrugged, walking over to the Kiwi and shaking his shoulder softly until he lifted his head from the keyboard with half open eyes.

“What is it?” Jay muttered, rubbing his eyes as he sat up taller in his chair. “Cmon Jay, let’s take a nap together.” He muttered, pressing a kiss to the Kiwi’s forehead before helping him out of the chair.

Mason perked up a bit at that, grinning ear to ear before jumping onto Jay’s bed, chuckling as he saw Matt practically dragging Jay to the bed and laying him down next to Mason.

“Don’t need a nap.” He muttered, nuzzling into Mason’s neck as he was already falling back asleep.

[paranormalchemistry]

Le Phantome De l’Opera (Part 2)

The second part is here! I promise the third and final part will be out within the next week/week and a half :) 

If you’d rather read it on AO3

It was a few days before Jay returned to the upper levels of the opera house. He refused to say where he had been in those few days, since he didn’t want others to know of Eric. But once he had been back for a decent amount of time, the panic of his disappearance died down.

But then Matt showed up one evening.

~ ~ ~

The door to his dressing room opened, loud footsteps entering the room before the door clicked shut again.

“Where were you?” Matt asked softly, walking to where Jay sat on a cushion in front of a mirror, mindlessly counting the scratches in the glass. There was silence between the two where there should have been an answer.

A pair of hands grabbed Jay’s, shocking him a bit and forcing him to look up to a face with dried tear tracks and bloodshot eyes. The air around him seemed to freeze solid.

“Jay I’ve been...I haven’t been able to sleep knowing that you were missing...I was so terrified that...that…” Matt cut himself off with a sharp intake of breath, squeezing Jay’s hands and looking towards the floor.

Silence filled the room once again, a coldness filling the air between them.

“I’m so sorry Matt…” Jay muttered, glancing down towards where his hands were hand and noticing how they seemed to tense up a little. “I just...I didn’t think anyone would notice if I was gone...I didn’t think anyone would care-”

The grip on Jay’s hands became unbearingly tight, Matt’s own seeming to shake around his. “I cared…” He mumbled, refusing to meet Jay’s gaze now.

Jay shook his head, tears starting to fall down his face as the words seemed to hit him with something he didn’t expect. Letting out a choked sob he leaned forward and rested his forehead on Matt’s shoulder, crying into the expensive fabric and feeling Matt’s shoulder relax underneath his head.

They sat there in silence until Jay had finished crying, little sniffles leaving him as he lifted up his head again to meet Matt’s soft gaze. “I’m sorry...That probably cost a fortune, and I just got my snot all over it.” He chuckled, but it was dry and felt a little forced to hear.

Matt laughed in return, running his hand through Jay’s hair to move it from his face. “It’s alright, I can always buy another one.” He replied softly, kissing Jay’s cheek softly.

~ ~ ~

Matt spent every morning with Jay from that moment forward. The new opera season wouldn’t hit the Paris Opera House until the spring, so Jay happily spent as much of his free time as he could with the man. Reveling in the sweet comments, and horrible jokes that Matt purposely told just to hear Jay’s laughter.

Then Matt would leave in the afternoon, always leaving soft kisses along Jay’s cheek and promising that he’d be back in the morning as soon as he could. And Jay would happily smile as he watched Matt leave the opera house for another day.

In the evening, Jay would refuse dinner from the stage manager, telling Monsieur Ryan that he simply wasn’t hungry after going out with Matt. To which he would then sneak through the mirror to see Eric for the night. Singing for him until the early hours of the morning, and until he felt like he was about to pass out.

It felt stale after a while. Jay wanted nothing more than for something to happen.

~ ~ ~

“What is your relationship with the Viscount?” Eric asked abruptly one night, stopping his hands from playing the notes of the organ.

Jay didn’t know how to reply to the question, thinking about it for a moment before shrugging. “I’m not sure, he hasn’t mentioned any sort of romantic intent to our relationship.” He stated calmly, almost in a cold manner.

Eric nodded slowly, beginning to slowly play another song. “Do you wish to have a romantic relationship with the Viscount?” He muttered, Jay almost not hearing the question that was asked.

There was no response to the question, Jay looked down towards the organ keys and running his hands softly against the ivory keys but not pressing them down hard enough to play.

“Do you wish to have a romantic relationship with the Viscount?” He stated flatly, grabbing Jay’s wrist tightly with hand and making him flinch at the grip.

Jay shook his head, tearing stinging the edges of his eyes as he felt nails dig into his skin. “I don’t…I-” The grip on his wrist loosened, Eric’s face dropping to one of horror and regret. He glanced back down to the piano and started playing a small tune slowly, refusing to look back up as he heard the distant footsteps.

~ ~ ~

They hadn’t seen each other for a month.

Eric hadn’t come up to see him anymore, but in the late of night Jay swore he could still hear the distant sounds of the organ, haunting him like a phantom.

Luckily Jay had been able to distract himself with opera rehearsals and the visits from Matt in the morning for breakfast.

It felt normal, and while he still felt a bit empty knowing that Eric wasn’t there, Matt seemed to fill it every time he smiled at Jay. And Matt would always tell Jay that once his contract was done with the opera house that season, that he would buy a chateau in the countryside for them where they would be free from the gossip of judgement of others. Jay couldn’t wait for it to be true...for him to have happiness.

But then it went away in just a day.

A stage hand had been found dead on the light rack, electrocuted to death. With a red rose on his chest, and a letter in his hand from the Phantom.

~ ~ ~

Dear Residents and Workers of the Paris Opera House,

Congrats on the opening of your opera season, you have made quite the beautiful selection of music, perfect for your leading actors.

After your last performance of Tristan und Isolde on the thirtieth of December, I wish to throw a party the next day on the thirty-first of December to say goodbye to your most beloved actor Jay MacCeany since his contract will be up.

I expect it to be a masquerade, and for you to invite every well known noble in Paris that frequents the opera house. The party will start at exactly 8 in the evening, and I will arrive at 10 on the dot. Everyone will be required to wear a mask, and I will be wearing one myself.

You will leave letters about the plan of the party on the chair in the third box where I usually sit. I will then approve or disapprove of your planning choices until it is perfect. For every letter you do not leave in my box, more people in the opera house will end up dead. And who knows how many deaths that could be?

If you do not plan the party altogether, this opera house will not live to see another show ever again.

Signed, The Phantom of the Opera

[paranormalchemistry]

Sunset On His Scales

Hello! This piece was inspired by @fayfictions McTorious piece with a similar concept, this was supposed to be finished a while back but I hope you all still enjoy it regardless! A part two might come out shortly, but don’t get your hopes too high. 

The sand crushed beneath his feet as he walked along the softly lit beach, the sun setting over the horizon and setting the area alight in a mess of orange and pink. A soft breeze ran through the air, bringing with it the scent of the ocean and flowers from the nearby rainforest. Waves crashed against the golden sand, providing some white noise along with the distant chirping of birds.

Stopping in place, Matt looked out towards the ocean, admiring the colours of the horizon. “You know if you’re going to play hide and seek, maybe do it when it isn’t getting dark out.” A large grin was plastered across his face as he shouted the words out towards the water, a pale pink flushing across his face as he heard a faint gurgle quickly followed by a body breaking through the top of the water and dragging itself as close as it could to the beach.

“My tail is pretty obvious Matthew, don’t act like you couldn’t see it in the sunlight.” The honey sweet voice replied to his earlier comment, a webbed hand coming to push the wet curls out of his almost solid black eyes.

Matt grinned slipping off his leather boots, slipping off his knee-length cotton coat and setting it on top of the shoes before going to sit next to the other. His legs getting a little soaked from the ocean waves hitting at them every few moments. “You’re right, I did see it, but I am not swimming out there when it’s high tide.”

A comfortable silence filled the air as the siren rested his head on his scaly arms, looking up at the humans with a star bright glint in his eyes. “I missed you...why haven’t you come to visit more? I thought you stopped sailing a lot, so I thought you’d be able to come see me more-”

“They think you’re going to kill me.” He cut off the ramblings of the siren, noticing how hushed his voice became as he muttered out a reply of, “...You don’t think I’m going to kill you, right?”

That previously comfortable silence turned tense, Matt feeling the other’s eyes staring holes into the side of his head. He tried to relax his shoulders before looking over at him, “No of course not. I just...You’ve heard their threats. They want to kill you...I don’t want you to get hurt because I want to be with you.” He felt claws dig into his arms, forcing him to stare down at the oceanic creatures who had tears in his eyes.

“Just leave them Matt...please just stay with me...we can be happy together-” Jay pleas and tears were cut short by an echoing gunshot, his voice crying out in a blood curdling scream. The claws in his arms loosened as the siren fell limp in his arms as he noticed the gunshot wound planted firmly in his tail.

Quickly turning his head to where the sound came from, Matt noticed Eric standing there with his hand shaking wildly with the pistol that he held. They stared at each other for a moment before Matt’s face contorted into one of rage, his voice raising to scream at the other while his arms wrapped tightly around the form in his arms. “What do you think you’re doing?!” He shouted at his masked crewmate.

“He was going to kill you Matt! This is what we’ve been warning you about for months now!” Eric stomped over to the captain, lowering the gun back into his holster while doing so. The captain’s mouth opened to yell at his peer once more before a clawed hand pulled softly at the sleeve of his coat.

Dark eyes bounced back to the siren in his arms, eyes softening once he noticed the soft smile across his face. “It’s going to be alright Matthew...we’ll see each other again soon I’m sure.” He chuckled softly, and it was only then that did Matt’s eyes drift to the gun wound, noticing the blood mix in the waves that were crashing over his scales.

“No no no-Jay I’m going to get you help!” Matt’s voice was rushed in his reply, his eyes quickly turning over to Eric in his panic, “Go grab Toby! He’ll be able to patch him up!” His call for help was only met with Eric’s still figure. “What are you waiting for?! Go grab him!”

Eric only shook his head in reply, mumbling a small, “It’s for the best, Matt.” Before turning to walk back towards the ship, Matt staring daggers into his back for only a moment before he heard the breathy chuckle once more. “You’re always so worried...even if you don’t show it.” Jay muttered, looking up at him with love in his eyes that were beginning to grow dark.

Matt only shook his head, feeling tears begin to well at the edges of his eyes, “Jay please don’t leave me yet...I don’t want you gone.” He cried, shutting his eyes tightly and feeling a clawed hand caress his cheek.

“We’ll see each other again on the other side...I promise you.” The hand fell limp from his face. Matt didn’t have to open his eyes to know what had happened. A choked out sob escaped from his lips, his arms tightening around the siren’s body as he cried out, the moon rising in the horizon as though to mock him in a way.

[paranormalchemistry]

Le Phantome De l’Opera

The first part of the Phantom Of The Opera AU for the Misfits! This first part mostly focuses on Swagger & Jay’s relationship with just hints of what’s to come with Matt.

If you would prefer to read it on AO3

Stories tell of a phantom that lives beneath the Paris opera house, listening to every note and key that drifts through the catacombs as each show is performed.

The dancers and stage hands could hear his organ after the shows, his words drifting through the cracks of the building as a sign he was pleased.

Some say that his words were ones of grief, singing for an angel of music so that he could love again…

Soft footsteps padded against stone steps, the sound being met with the distant chatter from the opera house above, cheers and shouts of tonight’s performance. The small chapel was lit with a multitude of candles, showing the detailed painting of the angel in a beautiful light.

“Mistro? My mistro?” A voice whispered into the small area, the man walking over to the painting of the angel and kneeling before it, staring up the chipped paint and waiting for the reply.

“My angel…” A deep voice said, the man before the painting smiling ear to ear at the sound. “Are you nervous for your first opera?” The voice asked softly, almost in a monotone manner.

“Of course I am...It’s the first time I’ll be singing as a lead, my mistro.” The man spoke, his head falling to stare at the cracked stone floor. “Will you be there to watch me my mistro?” He asked hopefully, clutching at the edges of the lace gloves he wore.

“I will, my angel. You’ll do wonderfully.” Echoed throughout the small chapel. The man looked up the painting of the angel at those words, smiling softly to himself before opening his mouth to speak before a distant yell cut him off.

“Jay! Jay we go on in five minutes!” A thick accent shouted down the stairs to the chapel, Jay quickly standing up once he heard the announcement.

He looked up towards the painting, curtseying towards it and grinning. “Go on my angel...I’ll be there to watch you, I assure you.” Jay nodded, quickly running up the stairs and almost tripping in the process.

~ ~ ~

Jay entered the small dressing room, the distant sound of clapping still following him. He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face, every fiber of his soul was bursting with joy and excitement.

The small table in the room was covered in a multitude of bouquets, ranging from the palest of lillies to the darkest of tulips. Though one flower stood out to Jay, a single red rose sitting on top of a black lace pillow in front of the body length mirror. As he walked closer he noticed it was wrapped in a white ribbon, sitting on top of a piece of folded parchment.

Lifting the rose off the letter and he picked it up, slowly unfolding it and reading the cursive that painted the parchment. Your voice is beautiful my angel, I shall come see you soon to give you my congrats on your first show. -Your Mistro.

He reread the words over and over again, a smile slowly creeping itself across his face. Jay would get to see his mistro, the person who had sworn when they met that he could never be seen.

“My angel...you’re still in costume?” The mistro asked, his voice almost booming throughout the room. Jay jumped at the voice, looking around the room to find where the other was. “I...I haven’t had time to change into other clothing, mistro.”

There was silence for a moment, and Jay almost wondered if he imagined the voice but the thought was cut short by a deep chuckle. “It’s alright my angel, I think that blue dress looks beautiful on you.”

Jay continued to glance around the room, determined to find where his mistro was hiding. Apparently the mistro noticed his frantic searching and spoke, “The black skull in the mirror, press on it.”

Glancing towards the mirror, Jay walked over to it, finding the black skull hanging at the edge of the mirror on the right side. Pressing it softly he found that it pressed into the mirror, clicking softly. The mirror opening inwards slowly like a door.

A blow of cool air seemed to fill the room, a stone wall hallway hidden behind the mirror that seemed to be rotting away. Dim candles line the wall every few meters, leaving dark spots between them for small moments of time.

A man stood halfway down the hallway, wearing a black silk cape over what appeared to be a pure black suit. A crusader helmet resting atop his head to hide his face, the bottom of the helmet rusting away to a darker colour then the cool silver. He stood with a calmness around him, seeming to be staring at Jay with an outstretched hand.

Jay stared down the hallway, walking past the frame of the mirror and into the hallway and closing the mirror behind him. He slowly made his way towards the man, the distant sound of water dripping joining the small clicks of his heels against the stone.

“Mistro?” Jay asked softly as he stopped in front of the man. His response was met with his hand being slowly and softly grabbed from his side. Even through his gloves, Jay could feel the rough palms of the man.

“You look beautiful, my angel.”

~ ~ ~

It continued to happen after every show that Jay would perform in. He would follow his mistro, Eric as he learned, through the mirror and through the catacombs of the opera house. There they would sing together by candlelight to the notes of Eric’s organ, and Eric would end every song with soft touches to Jay’s cheeks or hips, and compliments of how beautiful he looks in his show outfits.

Sometimes Eric would let Jay sleep on a soft bed in the catacombs if he was too tired, and Jay would wake up in his dressing room’s bed that morning like nothing happened.

But sometimes there is always a bump in the road, and sometimes the bump has a name. This bump’s name was Viscount Matthew du Vin, he was a frequent watcher of the shows for years, and anyone who worked in the opera house knew who he was. Jay had never met the man himself. However he always received a letter after every show from the man, telling him how beautiful his voice is, like that of an angel.

Jay quickly retreated to his dressing room as soon as the final curtain fell, finding the usual bouquets and letters sitting in their usual places on his desk and dresser. Expect there was a man in his room, sitting at the edge of his bed with a bouquet of yellow lilies in his hands. Jay stopped in place by the desk, the man noticing him standing still and smiled. Quickly standing up he walked over to Jay, “Hello.”

“...Hello.” Jay mumbled, the man handed him the bouquet which he took, smelling the lillies and smiling slightly at the sweet smell. “Who are you?” He asked bluntly, the man letting out an airy chuckle at the question.

“Viscount Matthew du Vin, heir to the Belle Wine fortune and company. But you can call me Matt.” He spoke, delicately grabbing Jay’s left hand and kissing his knuckles. “I’ve never been able to catch you after your shows, so I decided to wait for you here.”

Jay just nodded slowly, glancing towards the mirror for a split second before Matt spoke up again. “I’ve been a fan since your first show, so I’m glad I was able to catch you tonight. Your voice is...it’s so beautiful. Have you had proper lessons to achieve that? Or is it natural talent?” He spoke smoothly, ounces of admiration sparking in every word.

Silence filled the room for a moment before Jay found the courage to reply. “I-I get lessons…” He muttered, feeling his face heat up slightly as Matt grinned ear to ear.

“Well, give your teacher my thanks, for without them I wouldn’t have been able to hear an angel.” Jay grinned, setting the lilies down on his desk with the other bouquets.  

They stood in a comfortable silence after that, Jay grabbing Matt’s hands in his own and grinning, “Would you like a private song?”

~ ~ ~

Matt came to visit him more as time went on, they would always talk for only a few minutes as he would eventually have to go to run his company. But Jay always loved their little visits, where Matt would look at him like he hung the moon.

But Jay also noticed that Eric always...acted distant after Matt would visit. He wouldn’t join in as Jay sung to him, instead seeming to focus on slamming down the keys of the organ. Only speaking to him to ask him to sing, or if he knew the song.

It always felt so cold, as though Eric had completely disconnected from reality. Jay was scared to ask why, but he had his suspicions.

~ ~ ~

“Last Rose of Summer.” Eric spoke flatly, his fingers beginning to dance around the keys as Jay breathed in slowly.

The intro to the song slowly played out, Jay opening his mouth to begin singing but shutting it quickly. Slowly moving his hand to rest on top of Eric’s right hand, making him stop playing.

“...What are you doing, angel?” Eric asked lowly, turning to look over at Jay slowly.

“Why have you been upset lately Eric?” Jay asked quickly, squeezing the other’s hand as he spoke as to provide some type of comfort.

No words were spoken between them for a few moments, as though Eric was thinking of just the right words to say. Instead he stood up from his bench, guiding Jay towards an old oak dresser that stood next to the velvet bed Jay had grown accustomed to.

They stood in front of the dresser, Jay not knowing what to do except count the multitude of scratches that covered it. Apparently he was supposed to open it, as Eric seemed to grow tired of waiting and moved to open the dresser. Inside was a large white dress, covered in ruffles and intricate designs of flowers fitted to a model. A veil cascaded over the dress, and that was the last thing Jay noticed before he fell to the ground, unconscious.

~ ~ ~

Slow organ music echoed through the air, Jay slowly opening his eyes to find himself still in Eric’s velvet bed. He froze in place at the realisation. How long had he been out? Did anyone in the opera house notice that he was gone?

Sitting up he also noticed that he was wearing the wedding dress, his previous tuxedo from before nowhere to be seen as it was too dark.

A line of candles lead from the bed, Jay quickly getting off the bed and standing up. Slowly he began to follow the dim candles, lifting the dress up so that it wouldn’t get caught on fire. They lead to the organ, Eric sitting in front of it surrounded by candles that would usually fill Jay with comfort but instead unsettled him in that moment.

“Eric?” He muttered, the music stopping as the other slowly turned around. They stood in silence, staring at one another until Eric muttered, “You look beautiful.”

Jay shook his head, slowly walking towards the other while trying hard to stare at his eyes through the old helmet. “Eric...what is going on?” He asked softly, grabbing onto the sides of the helmet and shivering at the cold touch of metal.

He didn’t speak, just stared at him with almost soulless eyes.

Slowly Jay lifted the helmet off of him with shaking hands, eyes widening as he finally saw the face of the other in full detail. Eric looked fairly average, but there was a large jagged scar running down his left eyebrow and over his eye, all the way down to his jaw. A few smaller scars lined his neck and lips.

“I’m sorry,” Eric mumbled, eyes darting to the ground to avoid Jay’s gaze. “I’m sorry I just...I wanted…” His quiet explanation was cut off by Jay kissing him softly, dropping the helmet to the ground and ignoring the loud clang that followed after.