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New Science Teacher, New Emotions, New Understanding

Warning: This chapter is a little NSFW towards the end!

Ms. Delanay's stern teaching methods were definitely a step up from the substitute teachers that had been filling in for Mrs. Cooper. However, Alana didn't quite like the fact that the new teacher seemed a little full of herself. But, she kept Amber quiet and that was a bonus. Ms. Delanay was a middle aged woman with fair skin, grey eyes and brown hair that was styled into a bob. Her clothes consisted of a dark blue tunic, a black belt that rested just beneath her chest, dark leggings, a long lab coat and a silver necklace. It did not take long for her to send the whole class into a panic when she explained that the first thing she'd be doing was assigning everyone lab partners according to the results of a scientific aptitude test. "Mels, you and Nathaniel will most likely end up being partners. You two are among the smartest in the class." Sam commented. "You know I'm best at Astronomy!" Alana hissed. "My best subject is English. I'm nowhere near as good at science!" Nathaniel gasped. "You'll be fine!" Sam reassured the pair.

"I'm quitting the newspaper!" Alana could hear Peggy announce as she was passing the Newspaper Club room. "Peggy, just because I won't let you write another trash piece based on gossip, doesn't mean you have to quit the newspaper!" Sharon clapped back. "Why won't you let me write that article?!" Peggy whined. "Because! If Alana's and Sam's mom did pay for that equipment, she probably did it anonymously for a reason!" Sharon responded. "But, the students should know!" Peggy declared. "No, they shouldn't." Alana interrupted as she entered the room. "Alana, this isn't a conversation for you." Peggy snapped while giving Alana a dirty look. "My mother does the students of this school a kindness with the simple request that no one finds out about it and you want to plaster news of that kindness all over the front page... Completely slapping my mother across the face and disregarding her request. This conversation is most certainly my business!" Alana growled. "The students have a right to know who paid for their equipment when their own parents couldn't cough up the cash!" Peggy huffed. "No. The less fortunate students need to just be grateful that there's someone looking out for them... WITHOUT knowing just who that someone is! Or are you trying to make them grovel at someone's feet?" Alana raised an eyebrow and let a small amount of venom seep into her voice. "Peggy, tell me you wouldn't be aiming for that!" Sharon gasped. "I don't want them to grovel, but they deserve to know!" Peggy's voice became saturated with self righteousness. The venom that had seeped into Alana's voice began to take over her body language. "You know, Peggy, I am sick and tired of people like you. Money hungry bottom feeders who are willing to raise the dregs of society and tear down those who are truly good just for a profit and a shot at your fifteen minutes of fame. People like you are the reason why certain celebrities and their families have had to alter their appearance, change their habits and even flee their homes and normal hang out spots just to obtain even half a second of peace." Alana began. "I am not a bottom feeder!" Peggy interrupted. "Oh, really? I was the one who saved you from getting kicked out of the Newspaper Club by the principal, and this is how you repay me? By going against my mother's wishes?! I thought you wanted to be a legit reporter! Not someone who works for TMZ!" Alana almost shouted. "I do want to be a legit reporter!" Peggy stamped her foot. "Then why don't you prove it?!" Sharon challenged. "What?" Peggy asked, confused. "Prove to me that you want to be a legit reporter. You have one week to get an actual scoop about the school, write a proper article for it, and get it to me in time for the next major edition of the School Paper, or you're out of the club. No one will save your position. You won't be allowed a ghost writer. Your parents will be notified of this deal. And, if you do fail, Jonah will write a special article about your departure from the club." Sharon proposed. "And if I succeed?" Peggy asked. "I'll promote you to a better position." Sharon replied. "That's not a solid prize." Peggy shook her head. "Peggy, at this point, I'd take the deal. You're already not on solid ground with the school to begin with. That, and being promoted to any position when you were knocked down to the bottom is a plus." Alana commented. "She's got a point. Either take my deal, or leave the club entirely... Because, honestly, I'm sick of you threatening to leave the club every time you don't get your way. There are Freshmen in the club who have more integrity than you." Sharon shrugged. Peggy thought for a couple of minutes, gave Sharon and Alana dirty looks, then stuck her hand out to Sharon. "I accept your offer. And, I just won't win this. I'll retake my place as Club President!" She declared. "I'd like to see you try! Now, go! Your week starts today!" Sharon shook Peggy's hand.

As the week continued, Peggy put all of her focus into writing her article and wrote in her notepad during every free second she got. Even during Science Class, she got on Sam's nerves by refusing to do her class work. "Hey, Peggy! Put that dang notebook away and focus on the experiment! Don't think for a second that I won't go to Ms. Delanay and tell her that I'm doing this project solo!" Sam boomed. "But I'm almost done!" Peggy hissed. "I don't care! You wouldn't even be in this situation if it weren't for your constant failure to be a real journalist!" Sam shot back. "What's going on?!" Ms. Delanay called as she walked up to them. "Peggy is risking the integrity of the project by not properly collaborating with me, and forcing me to complete it on my own." Sam announced in her most prim and proper tone. "Is this true?" Ms. Delanay sternly questioned Peggy. Peggy looked down. "Y-yes." She stuttered. Ms. Delanay raised an eyebrow. "Am I correct to believe that you have a valid reason to force your partner to complete this group project by herself?" She asked. The color began to flee from Peggy's face. "Well, you see... Its very serious... If I don't complete this article in time..." She began. Ms. Delanay looked at Peggy's desk and allowed her annoyance to be expressed through her body language. She folded her arms, pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. "Young lady, when you are in MY class, you will focus on the work that I present to you! You will not waste MY time on work that does not pertain to MY curriculum! Put that other work in your bag and assist your partner in completing the assignment for MY class! Consider this your ONLY warning. If I see that you have that other work out again, I will confiscate it and notify the teacher for that class of why you were unable to complete it in time. I should not have to remind you of the hazards that you are putting your classmates and yourself at risk of by not paying proper attention to the experiments that are performed in this class! Am I clear?" She announced. "Y-yes, Ma'am." Peggy sheepishly muttered as she took the article and carefully placed it back in her bag. "That goes for all of you! The only reason you would ever be allowed to work on anything unrelated to my class is if I explicitly give you permission to do so! Otherwise, you are to keep your other work put away!" Ms. Delanay boomed. "Yes, Ma'am!" most of the class called back.

It wasn't long before word got out that Li and Capucine were given two weeks detention for their actions in the lab and that Ms. Delanay had to talk Principal Shermansky out of sending them to In School Suspension for a few days. "Peggy... You didn't run a slam piece in the paper, did you?" Sam asked in a very accusatory tone when class ended for the day. "No! I swear, it wasn't me!" Peggy panicked. "Sam! I can't believe I'm doing this... But it wasn't her. The article didn't have her writing style." Alana pointed out. "But, it basically blamed both of them! We know it was just Li that did it!" Sam called. "It wasn't her. It was Jonah. He simply reported the event." Sharon stated as she and Jonah walked up to them. Jonah was a somewhat lanky young man with pale skin, short almost fluffy brown hair and gray eyes. He often wore black pants, black tennis shoes, a blue collared shirt that was layered on top of a white t-shirt, a Sweet Amoris High School letterman jacket and a pair of black half-framed glasses. "Jonah was across the room with Jade and neither of them were actually doing their experiment. Sharon, you were closer to the table. Why didn't you report on it?" Alana asked. "Because I had mountains of work to worry about and he wanted to do a simple event piece. He was still in the room, so he is a witness." Sharon shrugged. "As it is, I'm not wrong. Li may have done the main part, but Capucine could have put a stop to it before it escalated to that point." Jonah replied. "Capucine tried!" Sam snarled. "The point is, it's not actually worded like a slam piece. So, I approved it. As it is, Peggy... You still have a few more days to get a proper article. It had better be good." Sharon raised an eyebrow. "It will." Peggy growled. "It had better be! Or else I'll be writing your resignation!" Jonah laughed. "You wanna say that again?!" Peggy almost yelled as Sam held her back. "Calm down Peggy. Our fight is through the paper." Jonah began. He then turned to Alana and grinned. "Say, Alana... How about you and I go on a date? I know this really good restaurant downtown." He cooed. Alana felt a shiver run through her spine and her blood began to run cold. "No thank you." She rejected as she grabbed her bag and started walking towards the school doors. Jonah shrugged his shoulders. "Your loss! What about you, Sam? You need a break from that military brat?" He flirted as he quickly winked in Sam's direction. "No bloody way would I ever leave Kentin for you. Piss off!" Sam shot. "Sam, I'm going to the park. I need some fresh air to wash whatever this moment is off of me." Alana shook and patted herself down as if she was cleaning herself.

Without warning, a scream radiated throughout the park as branches broke, and Alana found herself falling out of the tree from a dangerous height. "ALANA!" Two boys could be heard yelling in unison as a red and black blur and a gold and blue blur darted towards her. Within seconds, Alana felt herself being caught as the first thing she could register in the moment was the red hair and silver eyes of her savior. "CASTIEL!" She cried as she threw her arms around him, desperately trying to not burst into tears. Despite her best efforts, she could feel the tears already streaming down her face. "Alana! Are you okay! What happened?! Why were you up a tree?!" Nathaniel pleaded for answers as he did everything in his power to not let envy overtake his body language. Castiel held her close while he found a bench to set her down on. "Alana, what the hell were you doing?! You could have gotten severely hurt from that height!" Castiel panicked. "I-I... T-there... T-there w-was... a-a b-b-baby b-bird... I-It h-h-had... f-fallen... o-o-out-t-t... of-f-f... i-it's... n-n-nest... I just w-wanted t-to h-help it..." Alana blubbered. She felt herself being sat down on the bench and Castiel moving to her side. Tears continued flowing down her cheeks as she tried to wipe some of them away and regain a shred of her composure. Realization washed over both boys. "Alana..." Castiel gasped. "Alana, I was nearby. You could have gotten me to do it." Nathaniel sighed. "I thought you'd be with Amber... And I was just trying to gather my thoughts for a bit... I thought I could handle it... I didn't think any of the branches would break on me..." Alana cried. Nathaniel knelt in front of her, clearly looking for any wounds on her legs. When he had come to the conclusion that her legs and knees were fine, he looked up at her. "Why did you need to gather your thoughts?" He asked, cautiously. "Let me see your hands." Castiel ordered. "That sleazeball Jonah asked me out right before I left school. When I rejected him, he asked Sam out. He knows that she's with Ken! I wanted to wash the slime of that moment off of me by coming here to clear my head." She explained to Nathaniel as she placed her hands in Castiel's so that he could see if there was any damage. "He did WHAT?!" Nathaniel blurted out, as he shot to his feet. "And your sister didn't beat him to a pulp? That's surprising." Castiel remarked, keeping his focus on her hands and noticing a few scrapes. "S-She might have... I didn't stay long enough to see the full aftermath." Alana shrugged.

"Cass! How did you get up here?!" Alana did her best to be quiet so she wouldn't wake her mother and sister. Castiel sat on her bed and grinned. "Apparently, your sister has a twisted sense of humor. She saw me standing outside your window and invited me in." He explained. "I'm gonna kill her! If mom found out you were here, she'd flip! I'd legit never hear the end of it!" Alana panicked as she paced around the room in front of him. "Calm down, or else you might actually wake your mom." Castiel warned. "Why did you even take my idiot sister up on her offer?!" She hissed when she got to a stopping point in front of him. Castiel stood up, got dangerously close to her, put one arm around her hips and used the other hand to position her head so he could bring his lips crashing down onto hers. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" She thought as her mind went blank and her body started becoming hot. When the kiss ended, she just looked at him, utterly bewildered. "Because I have wanted to do that for quite some time." He purred. "W-W-What?! C-Cass... Y-You c-can't b-be s-s-serious..." She stuttered. "I am... And I would like to do much more than that... If you'll let me." He smirked as he looked her over. It was at that moment that Melody Roster realized that she was only wearing a pair of black panties and an extra-large Sailor Moon shirt. "Cass..." She sighed. "Can I do more?" He asked as his eyes and tone softened. Without another word, Alana nervously grinned and nodded. "Good." He smiled. Castiel took his time taking his jacket and shirt off, revealing a set of well-toned abs. Alana couldn't help but stare in awe at the boy in her room as her core ignited. "My, my, the girl who usually never shuts up is actually rather quiet tonight..." He chuckled as he walked over to her and began tugging at the bottom of her shirt. "Well, I didn't think you had a thing for flat chested girls!" She scoffed as she tucked her arms into the shirt and let him pull it over her head, revealing her bare breasts. "You know you're not actually flat chested, right? I just say that to tease you." He blushed. "Well... I don't like being teased like that... I'm actually self-conscious about it." She blushed. "Okay... I won't call you that anymore..." He cooed as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for another kiss, making sure to press her breasts against his bare chest. She couldn't help but lightly moan into his mouth at the feeling of his skin against hers. "Is this really happening?" She couldn't help but think. "Are you not the least bit concerned that this is Castiel and not Nathaniel?" the voice in her head asked. Before Alana could formulate a response, Castiel had begun carefully leading her to the bed and motioning for them to lay down together. She couldn't help but follow his lead; The more he touched and kissed her, the harder she felt his member get through his pants, the more her core demanded that she let him go further. He laid down over her and smirked. "Are you enjoying this?" He asked with his left hand positioned on her stomach. "Y-yes..." She nervously nodded. He held his position over her with his right arm and maintained his gaze into her eyes as he began sliding his left hand lower and lower. When he got to the boundary of her panties, he looked at her as if he was asking permission to cross that boundary. "May I?" He almost pleaded. "You may." She nodded. Castiel smiled as he let his hand cross the boundary and began feeling around her warm, wet, core.

@melodyalanaroster I wanted to do a sketch of her whole body cause I’m really digging these all black outfits so I was thinking she was taking a stroll and met a little friend along the way c:

#mcl #my candy love #I feel like these are looking sketchier and sketchier x.x #melodyalanaroster #do you mind if I do another drawing of her later? like a portrait maybe #my candy art

Under The Stars With You

The results for the Seniors’ final exams were ready and had been posted. It was finally the day the class found out if whether or not they were graduating. However, the majority of the students had something else on their minds. Most of the girls would not stop talking about what they were going to wear to the Senior Prom. “Come on Nath! Let’s go get our scores!” Alana cheered as she pulled his hand towards their homeroom. “Really? We all know you two passed. You don’t need to see your scores.” Sam laughed as she and Kentin walked up behind them. “We need to make sure.” Nathaniel smiled. When Mr. Faraize entered the room, he looked at the four of them cheerily. “Hello students.” He beamed. “Good morning sir! Where are our scores?” Alana asked, curiously. “Patience, Miss Roster. I will hand everyone’s files out as soon as class starts.” Mr. Faraize chuckled.

After several minutes of Alana explaining her vision for her look, Giselle smiled as she walked around the room. “Your idea is very simplistic... I won’t be able to design and completely make it within this short time period... However... I do already have something made that wouldn’t take much alterations, if any.” She smiled as she walked into a room, rummaged around a bit and walked out carrying a floor length, deep blue, dress. “Here. Go try this on and let’s see what else we need to do to bring your vision to life.” She mused as she held the dress up for Alana to look at. “It looks great!” Alana smiled as she ran off to the dressing room. While Alana changed, Giselle asked Sam about her vision for her prom look. “I want something short, maybe a little sheer, glittery in the chest area... I’m not looking to be Prom Queen. I just wanna drive my date insane.” Sam smirked. “Samantha... You drive that poor boy mad enough as it is.” Lynne snickered. “Well... I think I have exactly what you’re looking for.... Young Miss Lafferty recently wanted a green dress, but when I made this, she threw a fit... I almost banned her from the shop for her actions...” Giselle explained as she pulled a very short green dress off of one of the racks. Just as the dress had made it’s way into Sam’s arms, Alana walked out of the dressing room wearing the blue dress that had been presented to her. “It’s a bit loose... But I love the style!” Alana observed when she made her way to the platform. “Melody! That dress is so you!” Lynne cheered. “Elegant! Absolutely radiant!” Verity cooed. “Our little Pixie Princess looks just like royalty!” Agatha mused. “Not bad, Mels!” Seraphina grinned. “We can take the dress in.... But it needs something...” Giselle stated as she looked Alana over. “I’m thinking a blue choker, a blue bracelet, blue heels, and maybe a blue clutch purse.” Alana replied. “That’s not what I mean... It needs a little... Sparkle.” Giselle observed. After a couple of minutes of thinking, the designer quickly looked up, ran off to a different part of the salon, quickly came back and draped a silver jeweled belt around Alana’s hips. “There! Just what that needed!” She mused. Alana looked in the mirror and smiled. “I love it!” She cheered. “Fantastic! I’ll get your measurements and we can take it in here within the week! Now, miss Sam, please go put on the dress that I handed you.” Giselle instructed. “Got it.” Sam nodded.

Minutes later, Sam walked out of the dressing room wearing a VERY short, green, dress that showcased an emerald, glittery, corset and a sheer, long sleeved top. “You’re wearing tights!” Lynne blurted out. “But, other than that? I think Ken will go insane!” Sam chuckled as a devilish smirk spread it’s way across her face. “I’m thinking, open toed, pumps and a silver bracelet.” Verity suggested. “Ken’s gonna have to go take a cold shower after prom.” Alana laughed. “Who is to say I’m not gonna indulge him?” Sam mischievously asked. “Really Sam? Sex on prom night is a little... American, is it not?” Alana judged. “At least we’ve been together for most of this year! Watch, I predict that, before long, Nathaniel will be whisking you away to his apartment for a night of dirty bad fun!” Sam spat. “Well, you’re both being given extra protection that night!” Lynne huffed. “Relax Lynne! You remember when you were their age! You took that poet and you both got caught doing it in his parent’s bed at the after party!” Agatha laughed. Lynne instantly looked horrified. “The girls did not know that story. Thanks for that.” She gasped. “Lynne, that is not the craziest thing you’ve done.” Seraphina joked. “Oh, yeah! What about that time she ran off with the Black Knight from that Ren Faire?” Agatha asked. “Aren’t you still wondering if he’s Melody’s father?” Verity asked. “Wait, what? Mom, is my biological father the Black Knight?” Alana asked, confused. “Enough! Melody, what does it matter? You are a Roster. You are my daughter, and if you choose to take on the role, you will be the head of the family when I step down.” Lynne boomed. “Geez mom... I was just asking...” Alana blurted out as she looked at her mother, bewildered. “Well... Ladies, I think we have found the perfect dresses for the girls! They’ll need to be fitted one more time a couple of days before the event, so I’ll need them here on this day at this time.” Giselle announced as she tapped on a tablet and showed it to Lynne. “We can do that. How much is this going to cost?” Lynne nodded. “Don’t worry about the cost, Lynne. I’m paying for it.” Verity beamed.

“I can’t believe the girls are off to their Senior Prom!” Lynne coughed as the girls finished prepping for the event. “Lynne, don’t stress yourself too much! The doctors still don’t know what’s wrong!” Verity soothed. “I’m gonna be fine! I’m just excited to see my daughters all dressed up!” Lynne hissed. Sam stepped out of her room as she straightened out the bottom of her dress. “Watch out! This’ll probably be the last time you see me dressed up like this!” Sam confidently snapped. “This will definitely not be the last time you see me dressed like this! I love it too much!” Alana cheered as she stepped out of her room and joined her sister. The girls wore their clothes with pride. Sam’s hair was pulled over to her right side in a simple hair tie and decorated with a shiny green hair ribbon. Alana’s hair was done in a princess like up-do with flowers along the top like a crown. “Look at my girls!” Lynne had begun to sob as she and Agatha instantly jumped into a frenzy of photo taking. Alana looked at Verity with pleading eyes and mouthed “Help us!”. “Come on now ladies! I’m sure the boys are waiting right outside the door, too nervous to knock! Let’s get our princesses to their princes and the young couples to their carriage!” Verity excitedly urged. “But the boys aren’t even here yet!” Agatha whined. “Actually, they’re both outside. Kentin is freaking out over the fact that you guys have a limo waiting for us!” Sam pointed out as she put her phone back in her bag. “Wait, you guys have a limo for us? I thought you guys didn’t like that level of pageantry!” Alana blurted out. “Its your Senior Prom. You only get one! Let us have our fun and make you two the stars of this show!” Lynne mused. “Now, come on you four! Get in front of the limo so we can take pictures!” Agatha cheered. “First all four of you, then we want pics of the girls, then the boys, then each couple!” Lynne demanded.

It wasn’t long before the DJ stopped the music and Mr. Faraize took to the stage. “Good evening everyone! I hope you are all having fun on this lovely night!” He greeted. Several students cheered “YEAH!” in response. “Good! Not too much fun I hope!” He chuckled before his face turned a little serious. “Historically, Sweet Amouris High School has never taken part in the tradition of “Prom Royalty”. Unlike most high schools, we’ve never seen the point in this kind of popularity contest. However, this year, we resolved to change that. Other schools throughout our country have adopted this American tradition as a form of pageantry and we’ve decided to join in on the “fun”. You seniors have worked very hard and earned more celebration than just a dance. So, while only four of you will be receiving tiaras and crowns tonight; Just know, you’re all kings and queens to us.” He began. Mr. Faraize motioned for the DJ to begin playing very low music as Boris brought out a rolling table with two sets of tiaras and crowns on it. Boris then handed a very large pink envelope to Mr. Faraize, who then took out and unfolded a large piece of paper. “Your Sweet Amouris High School Prom King and Queen Runners Up are Alana Roster and Nathaniel Jacott!” He announced. “YAY!”, “GO ALANA AND NATHANIEL!”, “YOU GUYS DESERVE IT!” several students cheered. “What?!” Alana gasped. “Mels! Nath! Go! Get crowned!” Sam huffed as she pushed the pair towards the stage. “Go! Leigh and I made the crowns and tiaras for this!” Rosalaya urged as the students made a path for the pair to get to the stage. Nathaniel took Alana’s arm and proudly escorted her to the stage. “Congratulations you two!” Boris cheered as they bowed their heads before them. He placed the silver crown and tiara on their heads with great care. “The tiaras look like something straight out of Barbie: Princess Charm School.” Alana thought. “The crowns look like they’re right out of Disney movies.” The voice in her head piped up. When Nathaniel and Alana took their places by Boris on the stage, Mr. Faraize looked at the paper in his hand. “Your Sweet Amouris High School Prom King and Queen are Castiel Veilmont and Rosalaya de Meilhan!” He announced. “Castiel is Prom King but I’m not Prom Queen! This was rigged!” Amber shouted. “I’m not gonna get that crown.” Castiel huffed. “Come on! You won, fair and square. Now get over yourself and get crowned!” Rosalaya glared daggers into him as she grabbed his hand and dragged him up to the stage. Once the gold crown and tiara were on Castiel’s and Rosalaya’s heads, Boris instructed the four of them to stand on stage and pose long enough for photos to be taken and the balloons to be dropped from the net. The DJ turned the music up and started playing “It’s Time” by Imagine Dragons. “So? You and Leigh made the headwear? They look like you took them straight out of Disney and Barbie movies!” Alana laughed. “I was told to make them go with the theme of the school and that if this goes well, Leigh would be commissioned to make them every year for each class!” Rosa resounded. “They look fantastic Rosa!” Nathaniel mused. “I was hoping you two would be King and Queen. But, I’m happy that you guys at least got the Runners Up!” Rosa smiled. “I actually voted for you and Castiel to be King and Queen.” Alana happily shrugged. “You voted for me to be Prom King?” Castiel blushed. “Yeah, I thought it would be nice. The bad boy with the heart of gold getting some recognition for once.” Alana grinned.

Shortly after Amber emerged from the locker room, she ran up to Nathaniel and demanded a dance from her brother. “NATHANIEL! Dance with me!” She whined. “Amber! I was gonna dance with Alana.” Nathaniel called back. “Give your sister a dance, we will have our slow dance before the night is done.” Alana smiled. “Does this mean I get a dance with the Runner Up?” Castiel smirked as he sauntered over to them. “No.” Nathaniel shot. “Nathaniel! He and I are JUST FRIENDS! It’d be like if Armin asked me for a dance! Go be a good brother and dance with your sister!” Alana huffed. Nathaniel gave her a look that said “Are you sure?”. “Yes.” Alana reassured him. “Okay. Amber, let’s go.” Nathaniel looked at his sister and sighed. “Shall we?” Castiel asked as he lead Alana to the dance floor. The DJ began to play “Everything You Want” by Vertical Horizon. “Is this really a song to dance to?” Alana pondered. “I would have thought you could dance to anything.” Castiel bantered. He pulled her closer to him and lead her into more of a waltz. “I mean... Its kind of weird for Nathaniel and his sister to dance to this song...” Alana replied. “So, its not weird for us to dance to it?” Castiel inquired. “Its not as if you’re interested in me, right? You’ve made it clear that you and I are just good friends. That the girls you’re actually into have bigger... Assets... And aren’t into pop music at all, like I am. Even if you were into me, you know you wouldn’t be able to be with me. I’m with Nathaniel.” Alana articulated. Castiel did everything in his power to hide the fact that Alana’s words were like a shot to the chest to him. “Yeah... I don’t like girls who sing to Taylor Swift!” He laughed. “Who told you!” Alana blurted out. “You did, just now!” His laughter boomed. “I like her music! Sue me!” Alana huffed. The song turned to “Just The Way You Are” by Bruno Mars. “Anyway... Seriously, why did you nominate me for Prom King?” He asked as he looked deep into her eyes. “I wasn’t lying when I said what I said on stage. Cass, don’t get me wrong, you’re a jackass. But, underneath it all, you’re a really great guy with a very kind heart. Despite everything, even your own pride, you end up doing what’s right... Even if you need to be slapped first. Hell, you even put aside your differences with Nathaniel to help him get away from his father. Its obvious that you put the needs of the people you care about above your own. You made that crystal clear when Lysander got hurt. Everyone talks about how Rosa, Lysander, Alexy, Nathaniel, Sam and I all help people and show kindness... But, they never talk about how sweet and selfless you actually are. I thought you deserved some recognition.” She explained. The shot to Castiel’s chest was then worsened by one of Cupid’s arrows going through the hole. He quickly twirled her around so in an effort to keep her from seeing him blush. He looked up and noticed Nathaniel staring daggers into him. As the song came to a close, he stopped their dance and kissed her hand. “I’m really glad you’re my friend.” He muttered barely loud enough for her to hear. “Watch it Cass! You don’t want everyone finding out your secret!” Alana chuckled. She pulled out her phone, wrote up a text and sent it before rejoining Nathaniel’s side. Castiel felt his phone vibrate, pulled it out, read the message smiled and walked back over to Lysander. “I guess, she really will always be just out of reach for me.” He muttered. “I’m really glad you’re my friend, too.” - MR

“You and Castiel danced for at least two songs. He must have really wanted to talk! Although, I don’t know WHAT he would have wanted to talk to YOU about!” Amber huffed. “You know what, Amber? Everyone knows that you’ve been wanting to dance with him all night. You threw a fit a few minutes ago over the fact that he got crowned Prom King and you weren’t his Queen! Go and take charge of your life for once and ask him! The worst he can do is say “no”!” Alana blurted out. “YEAH!”, “YOU TELL HER ALANA!” several students cheered. “After he’s danced with you? I could never!” Amber scoffed. “What do you have to lose?! Its the end of the year and after graduation, you don’t know if you’ll ever see him again.” Alana raised an eyebrow. “Fine!” Amber huffed she gathered her confidence and walked over to Castiel. “What did you two talk about?” Nathaniel asked. “He just wanted more of an explanation as to why I nominated him for Prom King.” Alana flatly replied. “Why didn’t you nominate me?” He pushed a little further. “Because it would have been conceited for me to nominate my own boyfriend for it. I nominated Cass and Rosa for King and Queen and then Sam and Ken for the Runners Up.” She clarified. Nathaniel looked down, almost a little embarrassed. “I nominated us for King and Queen and Sam and Ken for the Runners Up.” He muttered. A wave of love crashed into Alana. “Oh my god! Nathaniel! You’re too cute! You know that, right?” She gushed. “Really? You just said that you thought nominating us was conceited.” Nathaniel sputtered. “Yeah, but you still did it! I thought you would have nominated someone else! Its cute!” Alana cooed. The couple looked at the dancefloor and watched Sam melt into Ken’s arms as the DJ played “Never Knew I Needed” by Ne-Yo. “I think they should have gotten some form of recognition.” Nathaniel commented. “Yeah, but at least they’re happy for us getting it.” Alana smiled. “Your sister is such a hard-ass. Even though she’s been with Ken all this time, its still weird to see her vulnerable.” Nathaniel observed. “Sam is only this way because she wants me to be the soft one out of the two of us. But it is good to see her be soft every once in a while.” Alana replied. “Come on Castiel! You danced with Alana!” Amber called as Castiel walked away from her. “Alana’s not a self absorbed, whiny, entitled, brat like you! Find someone else to dance with you!” Castiel shouted back. He continued walking in the direction of the courtyard. “Well... I was wrong. He did say something worse than “No.”... Whoops!” Alana shrugged. “I should go console her.” Nathaniel suggested. “No, Nathaniel. She’s a grown woman, she can handle this rejection. Aside from that, Li is here and can be there for her if need be.” Alana shook her head. “I mean... He’s not wrong.” Armin commented as he joined the pair. “Why don’t you ask her to dance? You’re her brother’s best friend, it might be considered doing him a favor.” Alana suggested. “Me? No.” Armin began. He turned to Nathaniel and put his hand on his shoulder. “No offense, man... But your sister is a beast.” Armin cringed. “That’s not what I saw earlier!” Alana thought. “Send Armin the pic of him kissing Amber!” the voice in her head cheered. “Nope! He hasn’t pissed me off!” Alana thought back. “Yeah... I know.” Nathaniel exhaustedly sighed. Alana rolled her eyes. “I still think it would be nice. Go take one for the team!” She urged. “Nah! But if you wanna dance, let me know! As it is, I think I’m gonna go see if Alexy needs me for anything!” Armin rushed off.

“Alright everyone! I haven’t seen our Runners Up formally take to the dance floor! It’s time to change that!” Boris announced as he took the mic from the DJ. “Mister DJ, we all know that Miss Roster and Mister Jacott are the “Big Couple On Campus”, so play them something extra special!” He requested, his voice sounding more flamboyant than usual. A spotlight was then turned to Nathaniel and Alana and followed them as they made their way to the center of the dancefloor. As the first notes to “A Thousand Years” by Christina Perri began to play, Nathaniel stood before her and bowed. “May I have this dance, my queen?” He lovingly asked. Tears instantly came to Alana’s eyes. “You may, my king.” She purred as he took one hand in hers and placed his other hand on the center of the top of her back. She placed her other hand on his right shoulder. “FUCKING FINALLY!” The voice in Alana’s head shouted. “When did you learn how to dance like this?” She asked Nathaniel as he lead her into a very elegant slow dance. “My parents thought it would be proper for Amber and me to learn it.” He did his best to hide the pain of mentioning his parents. “And you?” He asked. “My two best friends are part of the aristocracy. Aunt Verity and Aunt Cosima convinced my mom to put Sam and me in the same classes as Viktor and Rini.” She explained. “I’ll have to thank Verity when I finally get a chance to formally meet her. And, maybe, I can thank your aunt Cosima at her grave one day.” he blushed. “That sounds like a really nice idea.” She admitted. As they continued to dance, the song changed to “A Thousand Years Part Two”, as if the DJ knew their dance needed to be longer. “Alana... I love you.” Nathaniel admitted as they swept across the dancefloor. “What?!” Alana breathed. She looked into his eyes, a combination of love and shock overcoming her facial expression. “Look, I know we’re only seventeen years old. That this is high school romance. That we could grow old and grow apart one day. But, I need to tell you, now. Melody Alana Roster, I love you. I don’t know what the future holds. And I can’t promise that you and I will always be together. But I love you. I’ve loved you almost since the first day you walked through that classroom door. And I love you now.” Nathaniel professed. The song changed to “This I Promise You” by *NSYNC while Alana gathered her thoughts and they prolonged their dance. She wanted to give him this massive speech of how much she’s loved him since her early days at Sweet Amoris. However, the only words that truly fit the moment were short and sweet. “Nathaniel... I love you too. I love you with everything I have.” She almost began weeping as she spoke. Her mind then turned to the idea of walking down the aisle to meet him and become his wife. “Either you become a Jacott, or he becomes a Roster!” The voice in her head piped up. “I have a feeling that, if he and I do get married, he’ll become a Roster.” She quickly thought back. As the songs ended, the two shared a deep, romantic, kiss. “I love you, my sweet Melody.” He purred. “I love you too, my darling Nathaniel.” She cooed.

As the night drew to a close, Alana couldn’t keep her mind off of the idea of making love with Nathaniel. She wanted it. She knew she wanted it. And she knew that she wanted her first time to be with him. Out of all of the other boys she’d ever met, and between him and Viktor, she wanted to give herself to Nathaniel completely. “Maybe after graduation?” the voice in her head asked. “I’m not sure. But I hope its soon.” She thought back. Nathaniel took her back to her apartment, only for the two of them to discover a note taped to the front door. “Mom says that she’s sleeping at Agatha’s tonight. She and Seraphina got into a bit of a drinking game and they both basically lost. I’ve got the apartment to myself.” She explained as Nathaniel gave her a questioning look. “Well, that’s almost convenient.” He blushed. “You could stay the night, rather than walk all the way back to your apartment...” She suggested. “I could... But, Blanche is probably missing me... And I would have to sleep in nothing but my underwear...” Nathaniel replied. “You could go home in the morning after I make us breakfast. I’m sure Blanche has enough food and water to get through to tomorrow... And, its not like its the first time we’ve been in bed together with you in nothing but your underwear and me in pajamas... Its just, this time would be under much better circumstances.” Alana urged. “Societal pressure would dictate....” Nathaniel began. “As it is, its also not like we’d be doing anything sexy anyway! I’m too tired to give informed consent! We’d just be sleeping in the same bed and waking up together! At most, we’ll end up spooning or maybe getting in a couple of kisses! And that’s IF Sylvester doesn’t decide to sleep on top of us!” Alana nervously chuckled. Nathaniel thought for a couple of minutes. “Alright. But, next time, you’re sleeping at my place.” He yawned. “Of course!” Alana smiled as she let out a long yawn.

@candysweetposts edited 2 more illustrations for me!

The first is, obviously, Nathaniel’s Episode 23 illustration. She turned Candy into Alana!

The second was Lysander’s Prom Episode, but I thought it would be perfect as Nathaniel’s and Alana’s!

The Secret Revealed!

Trigger Warning: This chapter covers Episode 23 of My Candy Love. If you are triggered by discussions of abuse, or abuse scenes, please skip this chapter.

It had been a couple of days since Alana set Operation Purity Chalice into motion. People at school were very thrown off by Amber actually showing civility and a small glimmer of attempted friendship to her. “Why are you and Amber friends now? You do know she’s using you, right?” Nathaniel asked as he and Alana walked towards the courtyard. “I know she is... But she’s been tormenting me since I got here and its nice to not have her bullying be so bad. I give her fancy stuff, and get her closer to V, and she makes an effort to not be so horrible to me. It is a bit of a win-win situation for now.” She explained. Nathaniel looked down for a second, almost a little guilty. “Hey! Its okay! Let me reassure you, even if your father did get close to V, Rini and Viktor, there is absolutely no way he’d get what he wants. The closest someone has ever come to that is what V’s husband did and even then, he had to get uncle Cyrus’ approval!” Alana reassured. “Uncle Cyrus?” Nathaniel raised an eyebrow. “Verity’s father. Its this whole thing about him not wanting V to marry a traditional aristocrat, so when Achille came along and proved that his family hasn’t been aristocratic in years, Cyrus approved of the marriage... Much to Mom’s, Agatha’s and Aunt C’s disgust.” Alana clarified. “Alana...” Nathaniel began. “Look, I’m going to be okay. V already knows what your father wants and she’s promised me that he isn’t getting it.” She smiled as she put her hand on his cheek.

Later that day, Castiel stormed up to her with Demon on his leash as she was buying a new set of expensive pajamas. “What the hell, Alana?!” He called. “What?” She asked, curiously. “Why is Amber saying that you and I aren’t friends anymore, that she “won”?” He demanded to know. “Amber came up to me and told me that if I swear that I won’t get romantically involved with you, then she won’t terrorize me at school. I never said anything about us not being friends anymore.” She explained. “Why would she demand that?” He inquired. “I think it was an excuse. Its obvious that her father wants to get closer to my family’s aristocratic friends so that they may elevate their station. Not to mention, I do think she actually does have a thing for you and it was probably the first excuse she could come up with that didn’t involve revealing her father’s true intentions.” She clarified. “But I don’t like her like that. I made that clear years ago.” He spat. “I kind of figured you had... But, she seems to think you’re in love with me and therefore this would be an easy thing for us to agree to. I am still your friend Castiel... But I need her abuse to stop, so I agreed to this. Please understand it.” She urged. “But, Alana...” He began. “Look, the only way it will cause a problem with us is if you want to be romantically involved with me. Which, is preposterous, right? Just because my sister makes jokes about it all the time doesn’t mean you actually wanna be with me? Right?” She chuckled. A flicker of disappointment and a slight broken heart washed over Castiel’s face. He quickly buried his actual feelings, chested up and laughed. “Right! Who would ever wanna be with a meddling ironing board like you?!” He nervously laughed as he took Demon and quickly left. “Castiel you ass!” Alana called back, slightly sarcastically. She looked at the pajamas in the bag. “They’re fox pajamas... And they’re more expensive than what I usually spend on this type of thing... But I really don’t need her to see my anime and Harry Potter stuff...” She sighed to herself as she walked out of the store.

As Lynne’s car pulled up in front of the Jacott residence, Alana felt her nerves catch fire. “Okay, no turning back now.” She thought. When Lynne parked, she turned to look at her daughter. “Melody, why are you doing this? I don’t know why that girl is being nice to you. But I do know it seems like she wants to get closer to Verity. What is going on?” She asked. Alana looked down for a minute, then back up at her mother with conviction. “Mom, please... Stay out of this. If I need your help, I will come to you myself.” She sighed. “Are you sure?” Lynne looked brokenhearted. “Yes. I’ve got this.” Alana slightly smiled. “Alright... I trust you. But, please, come to me if you need help.” Lynne sighed. “I will.” Alana grinned as she opened the door and stood in front of the gate. “This house isn’t bad.” The voice in her head piped up. “Its boring. Everything looks like a modern version of an aristocratic estate. Even the gate has nothing to make it stand out.” She thought back. The gate opened minutes after she rang the bell and revealed Nathaniel looking at her with a confused look on his face. “Alana? What are you doing here?” He asked, almost a little terrified. “Your sister wanted to do a sleep over with me, so I came.” Alana shrugged. “Alana, I told you, she’s using you...” Nathaniel worriedly blurted out in as much of a hushed tone as he could manage. “Alana! Welcome to our home!” Amber called as she excitedly walked up to them. “Amber! It looks lovely! Here! I brought you something! As a thank you for letting me into your home!” Alana beamed as she pulled a box out of her overnight bag. “Is that the case to the new designer make up that your godmother has access to?” Amber asked, bewildered. “Yep! It won’t even be out until next year! But V’s friend on the inside wanted to give out a few samples and I knew it would be a perfect thing for you!” Alana did her best to sound like a “yuppie” as she gave Amber the case. “Thank you so much! I love it!” Amber beamed. Alana thought she heard a hint of sincerity in Amber’s voice but brushed the idea off. “She’s only being nice to me because she wants what she thinks I have to offer.” She thought.

“Come on Alana! I’ll show you around the house!” Amber beamed as she lead her into the main entryway. The entryway seemed like an attempt at being grand, without the true aristocratic touch. “No paintings or pictures on the walls. A random blue chair by the staircase. A blue, white and red rug. Its boring. There’s no personality. No character.” Alana thought before she instantly reminded herself that she could not insult her hosts’ home. “Its so spacious and lovely!” She cheered. Her mind turned to the main entryway of the Roster Family Home in Weathering. Alana had always been told that the main Roster Family Home was bought by her great great grandmother, however, that was clearly a lie. It was obvious that the home and the land it sat on had been in the family for much longer. The main entryway in her family home had pictures and paintings hung in it. There weren’t many spots on the walls that were left empty. Throughout the years, with each generation, the configuration of the walls would change to showcase the latest members. But, the character and spirit never changed. The Jacott Home came off as too clean to Alana. Too sterile. She wondered if Francis and Adelaide even wanted to show off their family. “You’d think there’d at least be a portrait on the wall in here.” She thought. “You haven’t even seen the best part!” Amber mused as she lead her to the dining room. Yet again, another sterile room that flowed into a breakfast nook and the kitchen. There were flowers on the table, a modern chandelier hung over the dining table and a bland painting was neatly placed on the wall, but that was it. “There aren’t even curtains for the windows. Who designed this interior?” Alana thought, getting a bit more disturbed by the style of the home. “Love the modern kitchen!” She chirped. “Its the best of the best!” Amber delightedly cooed. “And the painting? Its fascinating.” Alana observed. “It was done by a super well known modern artist! Although, I can’t quite remember who... But my dad is quite proud of it!” Amber crowed. “Seems like he needs to get his money back.” The voice in Alana’s head piped up. “Shut up... It looks like something uncle Cyrus’ sister would buy.” Alana thought back.

Amber lead her upstairs to the home’s second floor. There was one more flight of stairs going to a third floor, and several doors in the hallway of the second floor. “Mom and Dad’s room take up the entire third floor. Their offices are in the doors behind you. Just be sure to not go around snooping in their bedroom and offices! I know how you like sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong! The door next to the stairs is Nathaniel’s bedroom. The one at the end of the hall is the bathroom. Yes, Nath and I share. But he knows better than to make a mess! And the door to our right is the best room in the house... Mine!” Amber proudly proclaimed. Even the hallway looked bland. There were two pictures on the walls. One right next to the doors to the two bedrooms. The picture next to Nathaniel’s room was a painting of a field. The one next to Amber’s room was an older painting. Clearly an old, dead, Jacott relative. The only other thing decorating the hallway was a wooden table with a plain lamp on it. Amber opened the door to the bathroom to show Alana how it looked. It was a simple and modern room that had a large tub, a basic tile shower, a couple of cabinets in between the toilet and shower and a fake plant on the counter in between the sink and tub that covered up a small frosted glass window. “And now! The best room in the house!” Amber announced as she opened the door to her room. Suddenly, Alana was reminded of Dolores Umbridge. The room was saturated in the color pink. The only things that broke the color up were the items that were light purple, baby blue, yellow, white, and the occasional red item. The bed looked as if it had come straight out of a Barbie princess playset. “This is not the least bit surprising.” She thought. “Doesn’t this room look like an old playset you had when you were a kid?” The voice in her head piped up. “YUP! Almost as if it’s attempting to be a copy of either my Princess and the Pauper playset, my super old Princess Kelly castle, or my Twelve Dancing Princesses set.” She thought. Alana quickly came up with a compliment that she hoped would keep Amber rather smug for the rest of the night. “This room is, certainly, colorful! It reminds me of my best friend’s room! Oh, right... My best friend is Aunt V’s daughter, Severina Mekina. Rini’s room looks close to this! Just with a bit more purple!” She praised. Amber smiled, almost as if the compliment had meant the world to her. “If the heir to the esteemed Mekina family has a room that looks like mine, then I’m clearly doing the right thing!” Amber approved.

After several more minutes of Amber going around her room, bragging about each and every little thing that she could think might make Alana jealous, everyone was summoned to the dining room for the evening’s meal. “That was torture.” the voice in her head piped up. “No... That was the beginning. This dinner is going to be torture.” She thought back as she entered the dining room. Nathaniel was already in the room, setting the table, as if he had been programmed to do so like a robot. Alana could tell that he was doing everything in his power to keep his face as expressionless, polite, and calm as he possible. However, his nerves were clearly getting the better of him. “Miss Roster. Welcome to our home.” Adelaide politely smiled, obviously having forgotten Alana’s name. “Its good to see you Melody. Welcome to our estate. It is nice to see someone other than Li and Charlotte walk these halls.” Francis greeted. “Thank you both for welcoming me into your lovely home! I’m so happy that Amber and I have been able to put our animosity aside and become friends. And, Mr. Jacott, with all due respect, please call me Alana.” Alana beamed as everyone but Nathaniel sat down. “If you don’t mind me asking, you and your sister have such pretty names... Why don’t the two of you go by them?” Adelaide asked. “Despite the fact that we both like the names we were given. Melody and Samantha are lovely names, after all. By choosing to go by “Alana” and “Sam” we are taking our lives into our own hands and forging our own destinies. Most of the Roster Clan either goes by nicknames, middle names, or chooses to go by their given first names.” Alana clarified. Nathaniel walked into the kitchen, quickly came back holding a silver platter with a dome, set it on the table and lifted the dome revealing a freshly cooked lobster. “Dinner is served!” He announced as he bowed and looked at his father. “Be seated.” Francis ordered, a stern look on his face. “Lobster! This must be a special occasion!” Alana cooed. “Does your family not eat seafood that often?” Francis asked, instantly turning more sweet. “We eat seafood all the time. However, we prefer to source the meats that we bring to our tables from the farms and fishermen that surround the estates. If you ask any major member of the family, it won’t matter if its the Irish House, the Scottish House, or the Astarian House, we can tell you which farms and fishermen the meat, dairy, and produce come from. Several aristocratic families have taken our example and preferred a more “farm to table” approach. Its simply the fact that, shellfish such as lobster and crab are left for more special occasions.” Alana explained. “And I’m sure the aristocracy has different views.” Adelaide snidely commented as she sipped her drink. “Nathaniel! Get your elbows off the table!” Francis hissed. Nathaniel obeyed without question. “Sorry father.” He muttered. Suddenly, Alana felt her foot being crushed, obviously by Amber’s foot. “Pathetic pest!” She thought. “The aristocracy still believes in the outdated “superior bloodlines system”. They are going to believe whatever they like. It has never been the worry of the Roster Family. Astaria’s royal family uses our culinary system. In fact, its made their chefs strive harder for continued Michelin Star status.” She explicated as she presented her hosts with the stone faced resolve she had spent years cultivating.

When she returned to Amber’s room, Amber tossed a pink pillow and an almost doll sized pink duvet at her. “What are these?” Alana asked, confused. “Your sleeping arrangements. Its not much, but you should be thankful that you’re even allowed to sleep in my room!” Amber sneered. “I’d rather sleep in your brother’s room.” A quiet thought popped up in Alana’s mind. “I brought my own pillow and blanket! But thank you for giving me what I need to make the floor more comfortable!” Alana beamed as she pulled a blue galaxy pillow with the Cancer constellation on the front and a blue galaxy blanket from her bag and began to make up her “bed”. “Why is all of your stuff blue and space themed?” Amber asked, annoyed. “Why is all of your stuff pink?” Alana shot back. “Pink is cute and girly. Now, answer my question.” Amber replied. “Blue is ethereal and calming. Its the color of the sky and stars. But, since we’re asking questions... How long have you and your family lived here?” Alana inquired. “Since we were kids. I suppose you wouldn’t know what its like to still live in your childhood home.” Amber popped off. “Actually, my family still owns the house I was born in. The house in Weathering has been in our family for generations. Its actually tradition for members of the family to leave it, so long as at least one member still lives in it.” Alana smirked as she grabbed her toiletries bag and her pajamas and left the room. As she entered the hallway, the only lights and sounds in the house were coming from the first floor. “I hope you don’t intend on going where you don’t belong, Miss Roster.” A voice called out to her and made her jump. Alana turned around and noticed Adelaide leaving her office. “What’s going on down there?” She asked. “Matters that are none of your business. Now, do whatever you need to do in the restroom then hurry back to Amber’s room.” Adelaide ordered as she went upstairs. “Yes ma’am.” Alana nodded as she went into the restroom. After she was done changing her clothes, applying her nightly face mask and cleaning her teeth, she passed through the hallway and could hear Francis and Nathaniel talking, but she still couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. “You have got to hear what’s going on!” The voice in her head commanded. “They’re being too quiet, and I’ve been out here too long. Give me a minute!” She thought back as she went back into Amber’s room.

“What took you so long? And why do you have a face mask on?” Amber asked, very annoyed when Alana set her bag down. “Do you not exfoliate your face each morning and night? Aunt Verity has been sending Sam and me top dollar skin care since we first hit puberty. Its why our skin looks so fantastic. I have to go back and scrub it off in about five minutes. But, in the morning, my face will be glowing.” Alana smiled. “Well, those fox pajamas look cheap and ugly.” Amber shook her head, clearly caught off guard. “Whatever you say.” Alana smirked. Exactly five minutes later, Alana left the room to rinse her face when she was instantly frozen in place. Francis’ and Nathaniel’s voices had gotten significantly louder. “HOW DARE YOU TALK BACK TO ME!” Francis yelled. “Dad, that’s not what I meant to say... It’s not the end of the world...” Nathaniel pleaded. “NEVER WILL MEDIOCRATY BE TOLERATED UNDER THIS ROOF! NEVER!” Francis’ voice boomed. Fear continued to keep Alana frozen in place. Suddenly, the sound of a fist colliding with flesh resounded through the house. “Holy shit!” Alana thought as she quickly covered her mouth. “We were right! His father does beat him!” The voice in her head almost yelped. “I knew it! All the signs were there!” She thought back. “Go wash the mask off your face and then see if you can get answers from Amber! You can’t stay in the hall!” The voice in her head ordered. Without another thought, she ran to the restroom, washed her face and ran back to Amber’s room. “What’s wrong with you? You’re all white. It looks like you just witnessed a murder.” Amber almost chuckled. “I just heard your dad and Nathaniel fighting. It seemed rather... Volatile and violent. Does that happen often?” Alana asked, still in shock. “Well, my parents are strict with him, its no big deal. He just gets into trouble when he is late, or that kind of thing. It makes me laugh, because I have so much more freedom than him.” Amber explained. “I see... Well, the restroom is free for you to change.” Alana looked down. “Good. I wouldn’t want someone like you seeing me without my clothes on. My body is too good for your eyes.” Amber sneered as she walked out of the room with her pajamas in hand. A couple of minutes later, she came back into the room wearing a yellow spaghetti strap top and shorts set. “You know? It is reassuring that, while both of our tastes can be quite expensive, they are vastly different.” Alana shrugged. “I would never wear something with an animal on it. Foxes are horrible creatures anyway.” Amber huffed. “I’ve always figured you to be the type of person to favor poodles anyway.” Alana rolled her eyes. “You’re wearing clothes for little girls.” Amber snickered. “I never said that I was here for a fashion show.” Alana remarked. “Oh yeah, so why exactly did you come here? I’d like to know.” Amber asked. “The marks on your brother’s back. Do you remember them?” Alana questioned. “What are you going to think up next?!” Amber spat. “Cut the crap, Amber. You know full well what I’m talking about.” Alana replied, flatly. “Are you going to talk to me about the whole cell phone thing again? I told you, it was just a way to get you to cough up the money. You thought I had information you needed, and I took advantage of it. Its not my fault if you believe in everything I say!” Amber blurted out. “So, you actually don’t know anything?” Alana interrogated. “I told you! I don’t know how he got those. Are you deaf or what?!” Amber spat. “Its not that I don’t appreciate talking about the times I’ve used you, but I’m tired. So, on that note, I wish you a good night in your... Blankets.” She huffed as she crawled into bed and turned the lights out.

It didn’t take long for Amber to start loudly snoring and the Jacott Household to be at the mercy of the night. “Finally. Now I can get some actual answers.” Alana thought as she quietly got up from her “bed” and entered the hallway. “Please don’t be asleep... And please forgive me for everything I do from here on out, Nathaniel...” She thought. “I wonder if he sleeps nude...” The voice in her head piped up. “Shut up, he probably sleeps in something more proper...” She thought back, her nerves catching a different kind of fire. “Come on girl! Get in there and find out!” The voice in her head commanded. She stood in front of Nathaniel’s bedroom door and knocked three times very lightly. “Who is it?” Nathaniel asked from the other side. “Its Alana... Can I come in?” she asked very sweetly. “Okay, but be very quiet.” Nathaniel muttered after what felt like the longest minute of Alana’s life. She very carefully opened the door, stepped into the room and closed the door behind her. Standing before her was a sight she had only seen in her late night fantasies... Nathaniel wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers that didn’t leave much to the imagination. “Is everything alright?” He asked, concerned. “Nath... We need to talk and you’re not leaving or brushing me off this time.” She blushed. “And you couldn’t find a better moment than in the middle of the night?” He chuckled, his cheeks becoming red. “CONCENTRATE ALANA!” She thought. “If this wasn’t so serious, he’d be inside you tonight.” The voice in her head commented. She could feel her mouth watering at the sight of him. “I had to... This is too important...” She nodded. “Yes?” He asked, innocently. “GET IN HIS BED! Make him feel the love you want him to feel. SHOW HIM how beautiful you think he is, that he his deeply loved, and that he is not alone!” The voice in her head cheered. “I can’t!” She thought back as she regained her composure. “I-I had to get proof before talking to you...” She began. “Proof?” He asked. Alana closed her eyes, sighed, opened her eyes and looked at him with conviction. “Proof that your dad hits you.” She replied. “I already told you to not get involved! It’s not your business, can’t you understand that for once?!” He yelled. His anger pierced her heart like an arrow. “Stay strong, Alana... You have to do this.” She thought. “Please, don’t yell. If your parents hear us...” She began. “Get out. Now.” He ordered. “No. I won’t leave you! Nathaniel, this is too serious! You know for a fact that its impossible for me to pretend that nothing is wrong.” She pleaded. “It-It’s more complicated than it seems, you know...” He muttered. “Talk to me then. I have entrusted you with the truth of my horrors... That means I am more than willing to support you through yours.” She insisted as she took his hand but he was so bothered that he probably didn’t even feel it. “Please? It would help you to talk.” She urged. Nathaniel thought for a minute and sighed. “I don’t want to get my dad in trouble... Understand? He’s already going through a tough time. That’s why I don’t want to talk to anyone about... About what he does to me.” He opened up. “Nathaniel... Between the two of you, you’re the one going through a tougher time!” Alana blurted out. “Alana, you don’t know what you’re talking about... My dad has always had an exceptional life since he advanced through his different positions in his multinational company. He’s always made us happy, my mom, my sister and me... Before...” He continued. “Before what?” She asked, allowing the slight patronization fall flat. “Before someone stole his promotion and everything went up in flames. A while ago, my dad was supposed to be the vice-president of the company.” He elaborated. “That’s not a small promotion...” She commented. “Exactly. Except for a young man, just out of university and loaded with degrees, got noticed. Even though my father had been in the company longer, his superior chose the young man over my father.” He explained. “I get that had to have been hard... But that is still no excuse for everything! Your dad at least kept a good position in the company, right?” Alana asked. “No, the problems just kept coming... The new vice-president felt threatened, and was sneaky enough to downgrade my dad until he had just a basic position. So, my dad is stuck. He wanted to reach excellence, and he will stay in the same office until the end of his career.” Nathaniel clarified. “And how do you factor into this equation? You aren’t the reason for his professional misfortune.” Alana inquired. “I... I don’t know, do you want over-the-counter psychology? I think my dad projects on me the image of the young man who stole his promotion. At the same time, he wants me to be like him, irreproachable. Maybe even better, so I never get overridden like he was.” Nathaniel facepalmed, annoyed. “If I wanted over-the-counter psychology, I’d go to my aunt Seraphina. I can tell you exactly WHY Carol does it to Sam and me. Its because her attempt to get in with the aristocracy through her husband, Valentine, and daughter, Regina, failed... So she decided to sink her fangs into my mother since my family is an old one and has always been “aristocracy adjacent”. In the process of that, she decided that it would be best to use my sister and me as props to promote mom. So, if we’re not perfect, we get hurt. And, for the record, no one is irreproachable!” Alana exclaimed. “I guess he is just trying to protect me from what he faced...” Nathaniel sighed. “That is no excuse for what he does to you! There is no justification for striking your child! You do realize that, right? How can you just accept that without flinching?” Alana asked, pouring emotion into each and every word. “If I give him up, it will just hurt my family more than they are already hurt. My dad would surely lose his job. We’re already indebted, we would lose our house! What would my mom and sister do in all that?” Nathaniel’s voice was almost pleading as he facepalmed. “Which brings me to my other questions... Why don’t they say or do anything? Do they not know?!” Alana inquired. “Amber doesn’t know. She just thinks she is the favorite that gets away with everything, while her brother gets “in trouble”. My mom... I think she just pretends to not know anything.” He sighed. “And, instead of actually defending you from the blatant abuse that your father is belting out, she ignores it? Leaving you without a single person of power to protect you in any way?” The words left her mouth before she could properly process the gravity of what she had just said. “You shouldn’t make a big deal about it... Every kid has had one or two corrections from their parents...” He nervously shook his head. “Correction doesn’t involve leaving bruises in your child’s back! And I could easily bet that your dad has beat you more than once or twice!” She blurted out. “It hasn’t happened that often...” Nathaniel looked down. “The fact that its happened even once is too far! Parents shouldn’t be harming their children in the first place! Even then, there is a massive difference between getting grounded, having things taken away from you, getting extra chores, or even a light slap on the wrist versus getting knuckles imbedded in your skin or heavily slapped! With all that, the physical contact should only be enough to make sure the child knows they’ve gone too far, not hurt them!” She sputtered. “I’m certain that’s not why he does it.” Nathaniel stated. “The road to hell is paved with good intentions. It doesn’t matter WHY he hit you! The fact that he did is abuse!” She blurted out. “Whatever it is, you don’t have to worry about it, okay? Let me handle it.” Nathaniel tried to be reassuring. “But Nathaniel... He... He hurt you tonight too... Didn’t he?” She asked, a hint of sadness in her voice. “It wasn’t that bad...” He replied, forcing a little more strength into his voice. “Nath...” She began. “I’m going to go to bed now, if you don’t mind. Its late and I want to be rested for tomorrow.” He smiled. Nathaniel crawled into bed right in front of her, rolled onto his side and turned his back to her. “Don’t you dare leave him like this!” The voice in her head almost yelled at her. Without another thought, Alana crawled into his bed, laid next to him, and held him in her arms. “Welp, he’s not moving... I can’t tell what he’s thinking...” She thought. “But he’s not pushing you away, so that’s a good thing...” The voice in her head assured her. Time seemed to stop as they laid in bed together. Her mind wanted to continue racing, but her heart’s desire to comfort him overrode her brain. After several minutes, Nathaniel sighed, rolled over, and smiled at her. “You should maybe go now. You... I don’t want my dad to find us like this.” He cooed. “Right! W-We w-wouldn’t w-want t-that... Are you going to be okay?” She asked, secretly praying to the gods that she wasn’t blushing. “Now, yes. Your presence did me a lot of good. But, its best if you go back to sleep in Amber’s room, now. Otherwise, we might fall asleep together...” He insisted. “Of course... I’ll leave you then... Goodnight Nathaniel. Sweet dreams.” Alana nervously smiled as she got out of bed. “Alana?” He asked as she reached for the door handle. “Yes?” She looked back at him, a hint of longing in her eyes. “Thank you... And have pleasant dreams.” He blushed.

By the time Verity’s car pulled up to the apartment, Armin, Sam and Ken had already gathered in the living room. “Alright girls, I’ve waited long enough. What is going on and why can’t your mother know about this?” Verity commanded as she shut the door behind her and Alana. Sam handed Alana a bottle of iced coffee. “Alright... This is going to be a long one.” Alana sighed as she twisted the top off, took a big swig, and set the bottle down. Over the course of the following hour, Alana explained the entire situation to Verity, and filled everyone in on the previous night’s events, including the bit where she got into Nathaniel’s bed. “Holy shit.” Armin gasped. “Oh my god... That poor boy...” Verity wept. “That bastard!” Kentin blurted out. “Mels, did you get any proof?” Sam asked. Alana looked down. “I was frozen in fear, I didn’t think to have my phone recording.” She clarified. “This is serious! Social Services needs to be called! That poor boy needs to be gotten out of that situation!” Verity exclaimed. “I wanna kick his dad’s teeth in!” Armin was almost shouting. “I know something needs to be done. Nathaniel begged me not to! Apparently his dad is in debt. What if they lose everything?!” Alana asked. “Of course they’re in debt! People who aspire to become part of the aristocracy are almost ALWAYS in some form of financial trouble! Hell, look at Carol! She wants to be part of the system and yet her family is poorer than church mice! Or Achille! The Pechman family was disgraced years ago before my father made me marry him!” Verity blurted out. “So, what are we going to do?” Armin asked. “Mels, you have to call Social Services. You’re the one who heard his dad beat him. Not only that, but you heard it twice, on two different days, and in two different locations.” Sam stated, very sternly. “But...” Alana sadly yelped. “Look, I asked you if you were ready to do this, even if it makes Nathaniel hate you, and you said you were. Now, you have to do the hard part.” Sam barked. “She’s right, even if he hates you for this, it’ll be better for him in the long run.” Kentin nodded. “But what if it ruins his family?” Armin asked. “I suppose I could help him... What company does his father work for?” Verity asked. “I don’t know. Nathaniel never told me the name... Just that it was an international one based here.” Alana shook her head. “There aren’t many other international companies based in Astaria... VKT is the biggest one, and you know our line of succession.” Verity sighed. “It shouldn’t be hard to figure out which one his dad works at... Based in Astaria, and with a new, young, fresh out of university, Vice President.” Sam conversed. “Also, with an employee named Francis Jacott.” Alana added. Verity pulled out her phone, logged into her VKT corporate account and did some digging. After five minutes, she had Francis’ name and face on her screen. “Found him. He works at Elite Solutions. They’re significantly smaller than VKT, but they’re large enough to have a good reputation throughout the financial solutions industry.” Verity explained. “Any explanation to his demotion?” Alana asked. “Funnily enough, it looks like its because the new VP is the son of a longtime friend of the CEO... Not quite aristocracy, but old enough money to almost be on par with the Roster Clan. From what I gather, the Jacott and Carello lines are still somewhat “new money”... Not even proper “Nouveau Riche”. Even with clawing his way up the corporate ladder, Francis Jacott was never going to actually get the President, Vice President or CEO positions. The demotion itself was most likely a point to put him in his place.” Verity continued to explain as she looked at her phone. “So, Nathaniel’s father is so desperate to become part of the aristocracy that he’s willing to spend money he doesn’t have, put his family into debt and probable jeopardy, climb up a corporate ladder that he will never actually reach the top of, marry a passive aggressive model who needs to eat a sandwich, let his daughter terrorize the school, and brutally beat his son into submission while demanding perfection. Am I missing anything?” Sam summarized and asked. “You forgot that he’s willing to blackmail and coerce his kids into using connections to us so that they can try to get closer to the Mekina and Chevalier families.” Alana added. “Melody, I’m guessing that you won’t let me have a talk with the CEO and President of Elite Solutions to possibly get him demoted even further?” Verity suggested, almost sadistically. “No, V! Please don’t make their financial situation even worse! Nathaniel is worried about that enough as it is!” Alana begged. “I’ll respect that... BUT, you will be the one to call Social Services.” Verity ordered. Alana looked down, her face filled with dread. “Alright... But I’m not going to do it today. He’ll know for a fact that it was me if I call today.” She sighed. “He’s gonna know it was you no matter what...” Sam rolled her eyes. “Sam, this is going to be hard enough on her.” Verity scolded. “I’ll call tomorrow. Nothing would get done today if I called on a Sunday.” Alana nodded.

Francis Jacott’s and Verity Mekina’s cars pulled up to Sweet Amoris High School almost at the exact same time. The difference and style of wealth could easily be pointed out just by the style of cars. Francis drove a Lexus that was just barely on the tale end of what could be considered “high end”. Verity’s car on that day was a brand new Rolls-Royce. When Verity’s car parked, her driver got out and opened the door for Alana, bowing to her as she stepped out. “Melody! Have a great day at school! I will be here to pick you after school is over! Let me know if you need anything! I love you my sweet goddaughter!” Verity waved as she stood by the car. “Love you too V!” Alana mused. Sam and Ken walked up to the car. “Thanks for letting me walk with Ken this morning V!” Sam smiled as she hugged her. “Of course sweetie! You need time with your heart! Now, Ken, you be a gentleman to my Sam!” Verity sweetly commanded. “I will, Ma’am!” Ken saluted. “Mrs. Mekina! I just wanted to thank you for the make-up! Its working wonders!” Amber announced as she ran up to them. “I’m just glad that you and my Melody have put your differences behind you! Amber, right?” Verity cooed. “I’m glad too! Alana is a great friend!” Amber faked. Alana looked over at Nathaniel, who was talking to his father through the car window. “I hope you’re okay...” She thought. “Well, girls, I’d really love to stay... But, you all have school, and I’m spending the day with Agatha. I can’t wait to see what kooky activity she’s got thought up for us today!” Verity laughed. “Love you V!” Alana smiled and hugged her. “Remember, Melody. Your family is a long line of great warrior women. Their blood courses through your veins. No matter how painful the battles are, you must stand up tall and not let your enemies get you down.” Verity whispered into Alana’s ear during the hug. “Be safe today girls.” She mused to Sam and Alana as she got back into the car. “Nathaniel! Hey!” Alana waved when he walked up to her. “Is your mom enjoying herself?” He asked. “Yeah, apparently she and Nate have been hanging out with a bunch of his actor friends.” She chuckled. “That’s good. Did you have fun yesterday?” He sweetly asked. “Yeah. Armin came over and we watched anime and video games.” She replied. “Armin has been spending a lot of time with you...” He huffed. “Nath, am I detecting a hint of jealousy?” She smirked. “What?! No! I just think that it’s been a while since we hung out...” He nervously spat. “It has been a while since we hung out...” She began as she bit her lip.

“Have you heard anything?” Armin whispered when they sat down in their final class of the day. “No. I’m wondering if they’re not going to do anything until after school is out for the day.” Alana anxiously replied. “That’s possible. It would be better to surprise his dad that way.” Armin quietly agreed. “You there! Alana, Armin, you know that whispering in my class is prohibited when I’m trying to give a lecture!” Mr. Faraize called. “Oh! Sorry, sir!” Alana nervously chuckled. “We won’t do it again!” Armin laughed. Nathaniel shot them a jealous look from Alana’s other side. “Well, what is so important that you had to interrupt my class to talk about it? Surely, it can be shared with the class.” Mr. Faraize inquired. Armin looked at Alana nervously as she took a deep breath. “Well, you were discussing the cultural impact of such medias like television and movies. We were simply, quietly, adding to that discussion. Since anime, video games, and comic books apply to that same argument.” She beamed. “So, you were paying attention! Yes, they very much do apply to to this argument! Since they are all mediums that have shaped global culture and society. Look at the popularity of the Marvel Cinematic Universe... All because people like Stan Lee and Steve Ditko decided to be artists and story tellers.” Mr. Faraize smiled. “Don’t forget! Many significant people like anime as well! There are multiple world leaders who enjoy One Piece. Dragon Ball has changed the lives of children everywhere and has the world record for “Longest Fight in Shounen Anime History”. And Sailor Moon has encouraged girls to be their best selves by telling them that even crybabies who aren’t good at math can still save the world, so long as you are pure of heart and have good friends fighting alongside you.” Alana explained. “Don’t forget! Pokémon has continued to teach our generation to be kind to animals and be friends with them!” Armin piped up. “NERDS!” Someone called out. “Calm down class. Miss Roster and Mister Keenan did add valid points to today’s lecture.” Mr. Faraize ordered as the bell rang. While everyone got up and gathered their things, Mr. Faraize looked around a little frantic. “You know what? No homework tonight!” He announced.

Friday morning, the second Sam and Alana entered the school grounds, Peggy ran up to them, rather giddy. “YOU!” She yelled, her microphone in her hand and stretched out towards them. “What do you want now?” Sam asked, instantly annoyed. “I’m sure you know everything, Alana!” Peggy almost shouted. “What are you on about?” Alana asked. “Nathaniel and his parents were summoned to a meeting with the principal this morning. They are still in her office. I couldn’t understand why, exactly, but things don’t look good... For Nathaniel, in any case.” Peggy explained. “And like the parasite you are, you’re taking this like a kid at Christmas.” Sam sneered as she rolled her eyes. “So, Alana, have you decided to tell me what everyone will find out soon enough?” Peggy asked as she excitedly shook her microphone in Alana’s face. Alana took the microphone out of Peggy’s hand, looked her dead in the eyes, and smirked. “Peggy, you are not a journalist. You are a paparazzi. People like you have gotten innocent people killed. You don’t look for news. You look for scoops. It doesn’t matter how scandalous it is. In fact, the more scandalous it is, the better. People like you are the reason why our parents have taught us to swear and flip people off the second we see cameras and microphones. Since Sam and I first got into this school, we have tried to help you actually become a legit journalist and not a paparazzi... But, you refuse to actually follow our advice. Whatever is going on with Nathaniel and his family is not “news” or even a “scoop”. Its a family matter that should NOT be published in the shit rag you that you’ve turned the school newspaper into. Go fuck yourself!” Her voice rang throughout the hallway and made everyone silent. Peggy stood there, shocked as Alana handed back the microphone. “So, this is what happens when Melody Roster is pushed too far?”, “I’m glad someone finally said it! The newspaper lost integrity last year when Peggy took over!”, “Alana went off!” Several students could be heard muttering throughout the hallway. Sam noticed Mr. Faraize in the hallway and looked into his eyes. “I hope you realize, if you’d like to punish my sister for what she just did, you can always talk to our mom! She, Nate, and Aunt V were the ones who set the rules in place when it comes to how we deal with the paparazzi!” She announced.

“I knew it... He hates me... I shouldn’t have done it... I don’t care if its the right thing... He hates me...” Alana thought. Tears had already begun to stream down her face as she held her mouth closed. “Get out of here. You have to go find someplace private. NOW.” The voice in her head ordered. Obviously, the main school building was out of the question. “Go to the Locker Room. No one will be in Gym right now...” The voice in her head commanded. Without another thought, Alana was running to the deepest part of the Locker Room. On her way there, she passed Castiel. “Alana?” He asked. She didn’t answer, and kept running. When the door firmly closed behind her, she found a corner near the showers, crumpled onto the floor, and breathed heavily. With each breath, her emotions bubbled and boiled. It didn’t take long for her breathing to turn into one long, fearful, sad, scream as tears streamed down her face. “Sam told me he was going to hate me if I did this... I should have listened to her... I shouldn’t have done this... I should have obeyed his requests....” She wailed. “Is this about what you weren’t telling me?” A voice asked from the doorway. Alana looked up and saw Castiel standing before her. “Go away Cass...” She cried. “Not until I get some answers. What happened with Nathaniel? Why was he yelling at you like that? Why did you not tell your friends about this? Why did you cuss Peggy out?” He asked as he got closer to her. He sat on the bench in front of her and looked at her seriously. “Fine... Its time you know...” She began as she proceeded to explain everything that had happened up until that point, except the part where she got into Nathaniel’s bed. “That bastard... That idiot thinks that if nothing gets done, he’s going to be okay... And when you actually try to help him, he repays you by treating you like garbage...” Castiel growled when Alana had finished her explanation. “It doesn’t matter anyway... Nathaniel is gonna help his father hide everything from Social Services... All I managed to do was make him hate me and make his home life worse...” She cried. “Alana...” He began. “Just stop, Cass... Nothing you’ll say will make me feel better...” Alana shook her head, stood up, dried her tears and left the Locker Room.

Later that night, Lynne woke her up. “Come on my love. You need to take your contacts out.” She cooed. “You’re not mad at me?” Alana groggily asked. “I’m upset with you... But, after talking with both Sam, and Verity, I understand your reasoning...” Lynne replied as she sat at the foot of Alana’s bed. “Mom... Verity, Agatha, Seraphina, Nate, Sam and I have all told you what Carol does to Sam and me behind your back and you still won’t fire her. Why? She’s abusing your daughters and you can easily get rid of her for it. Because of that, I don’t see a reason to ask for your help getting Nathaniel away from his abusive father when you won’t get us away from Carol.” Alana sighed. “I’ve made sure to put distance between you two and her.” Lynne stated. “Distance doesn’t mean shit when she still looks for ways to torment and threaten us.” Alana shot. “Its complicated Melody. Carol has herself embedded in my contracts... I can’t get rid of her unless something happens that would completely destroy me.” Lynne explained. “And abusing your daughters won’t completely destroy you? Mom, we both know that’s horseshit.” Alana raised an eyebrow. “Sweetie, first... Please don’t swear so much around me... And secondly, I don’t want you to be the one to fight my battles. This isn’t something you should be dealing with...” Lynne insisted. “You’re right. It isn’t. But here we are. Your best friend is being abused by her husband. Your other best friend is dead. Your daughters are being abused by your manager... And the boy I like is being abused by his father. If I can change even one fraction of that myself, I am going to. I can’t sit by and watch the people I love get hurt. I can’t do anything about Verity. I want to help you and get Carol out of our lives, but its enough work keeping her as far away from me as I can manage. Nathaniel... By using Amber, and making that phone call, I know I did something good... I just hate the fact that he hates me for it...” Alana admitted. “Oh, my baby! You did the right thing with that boy... But with everything else, some fights are bigger than you... Look, if I work harder to but even more distance between Carol and you and Sam, will you promise to trust me more with things like this?” Lynne begged. Alana thought for several minutes. “I’ll try.” She nodded. “Good. Now, I think this weekend would be a good one to go to Weathering. Put some space between you girls and this issue. Give you time to think, and Nathaniel some room to breathe.” Lynne suggested. “Is there gonna be anyone at the house in Weathering?” Alana asked. “Aunt Skye and your cousin Freya might have said they’re coming down for the weekend...” Lynne smirked. “What about Alexander and Colin?” Alana inquired. “They’re visiting his parents in Wales. It’s just us girls this weekend.” Lynne replied.

After dinner on Sunday night, Alana sat in the fetal position on the roof to the house while listening to music. Throughout the weekend, she had looked at her phone, hoping, praying, that Nathaniel would respond to the text she had sent on Friday night only to be met with nothing. Rosalaya, Castiel, Armin and Alexy had all messaged her, asking if she was okay, asking where she was and why she had left. She simply responded to them with the excuse that some of her Scottish family were around and they had gone to see them. They knew she wasn’t okay. And she knew how they were going to respond if she had lied to them, so she simply ignored the question. “How can I be okay... I tried to help him and it only made things so much worse... That’s all I ever do is make things worse... I want to disappear....” She muttered to herself. “You are such an idiot!”, “Because of you...” and “Congrats, really... Once again you did a really great job!” continued to play an endless loop in her head like a broken record as “Hear Me Now” by Framing Hanley reached it’s chorus. “Every time I put myself out there and try to be there for someone, I just mess things up and make things go even more sideways... Maybe I should just disappear... Maybe if I do that, people won’t get hurt by my stupidity anymore...” She muttered. “Is that how you really feel?” A voice called. Alana looked up and noticed Sam and Freya looking at her from another flat spot on the roof. “Mels... You did the right...” Freya began. “STOP TELLING ME I DID THE RIGHT THING!” Alana loudly interrupted. Freya looked at her, shocked. “I DON’T CARE IF I DID THE RIGHT THING! Every time I do “the right thing”, I end up getting hurt! I’m so sick and tired of getting hurt for the people I care about! I get hurt for mom... I’ve gotten hurt for Verity and Rini... I got hurt for Viktor... And now I’ve gone and gotten myself cut apart for Nathaniel!” Alana cried. Sam folded her arms and looked at her sister, annoyed. “Melody... Get the fuck over yourself! I know that it’s not entirely your fault that you’re so self-sacrificing. But god damn it! After a while you have to stand up for what you believe is right even if it means getting hurt in the process! You’ve known this for years! Its literally part of our raising! I TOLD YOU that he might hate you for this! I asked you, in front of Kentin and Armin, if you were ready to accept whatever Nathaniel might do to you because of this and you said that you were! Now, get off your ass, put on your “big girl panties” and face this head on! You’re a Roster, aren’t you?!” She boomed. Alana looked at her sister, brokenheartedly. “Sam...” She gasped. “You’ll never be able to stand on your own as the head of the family if you aren’t able to stand on your own two feet now. Even more so, you have the ability to make everyone in that school kneel before you if you would just show some fucking confidence! The little bursts of it have been fun, but you need to be more consistent! Show everyone, especially Nathaniel Jacott, what Melody Alana Roster, the next head of the Roster Clan after Mom, is made of! I know my “big sister” is more metal than the weak creature sitting before me!” Sam thundered.

When they got to the house, Sam couldn’t help but scoff. “They really are trying to be part of the aristocracy! This thing isn’t even old enough to have their estate be considered part of the “nouveau riche”!” She laughed. “Yeah, I never understood how your family knows so much about that kind of thing...” Alexy pondered. “Remember, guys, The Roster Clan is centuries old, has estates in at least three countries, isn’t formally considered noble or aristocratic, but is old enough and well off enough to be respected by the Astarian Crown. If it wasn’t for our disdain for formal titles, we’d probably have had some knights and dames in our family by now... The Astarian Crown has been trying to give titles to our section of the family for at least two hundred years.” Alana explained. “All while the English Crown has been trying to wipe us out for being Pagan, for supporting Irish, Scottish and Welsh freedom, and for openly supporting the destruction of the monarchy for centuries.” Sam added. “So, basically, we’re aristocracy-adjacent.” Alana clarified. “Welp, let’s get this over with!” Sam announced as she rang the doorbell. Within seconds, the gate opened and Adelaide appeared before them. “You? What are you doing here?” She asked, cringing at the sight of Alana. “We were worried about Nathaniel. He hasn’t been to school since Friday morning.” Rosalaya announced. “Can he come out and play?” Sam asked, almost mockingly. Adelaide looked down at the group of teenagers standing before her. “My husband and son are out, they won’t be back for a while.” She coldly replied. “Well then, can we wait for them?” Armin did his best to sound as cheerful as he could muster. Adelaide turned her eyes to Alana. “No. You aren’t welcome here anymore, Miss. Leave, before I call the p... Before I get angry!” She yelled. “Go on! Call the police, bitch! Even if Mels and I are arrested, our records will be expunged before the press even get to us!” Sam dared. “Sam, stop!” Rosalaya hissed as she turned back to Adelaide. “You don’t have to yell Ma’am. Just tell us if Nathaniel is alright.” She pressed. “He would be better if you would stop bothering him! Now leave!” Adelaide ordered as she stepped back and pressed the button to close the gate. Rage filled Alana’s body, replacing the fear that had held onto her for so long. “Sam, give me a boost! Now!” She ordered. “Alright.” Sam nodded. When Alana’s head peaked over the wall, she looked Adelaide in her eyes. “He’d be better if he had a mother that actually gave a damn about him! Instead, you and your bastard husband only care about status! You really think you’d be accepted by the aristocracy by acting this way? They may be abusive to a certain extent, but even their standards are higher than this! You’re nothing more than a pathetic, power hungry, COWARD!” She yelled, letting every drop of venom in her mouth pour into her words. Everyone but Sam looked at Alana in horror. “There she is! The next head of the family! I hope this Metal Melody starts coming out more and eventually stays!” Sam cheered. “Woah.” Castiel and Armin gasped, almost in unison as they both tried to hide the fact that they had begun to blush. “That’s new... Alana, I didn’t know you could be like that...” Rosalaya blurted out. “I’m not surprised she wouldn’t let us see him.” Alana growled. “He and his dad might be with the police.” Alexy suggested. “Look, we really can’t do anything else now... Let’s all go home and wait for him to go back to school.” Kentin suggested. “You’re right. As it is, I’ve gotta do something to commemorate my sister’s spine coming in!” Sam mused.

Right as she was about to give up, Alana opened the door to another classroom and found the beast that everyone had told her to stay away from... Nathaniel. “I was just thinking that it was strange that you hadn’t come to see me yet.” He grinned. “Weren’t you the one who basically told me to stop looking for trouble?” Alana cocked her head. “Alana... You betrayed me...” He spat, instantly becoming annoyed. “Oh, please. I told you exactly what made me do it. The reasons why I instantly knew what was being done to you. And you decided to stab me in the chest for it. You know that what I did was the best option to help you....” She began, allowing a certain amount of venom to seep into her words. “STOP! You don’t have any idea what you’ve started! The police came to my house Alana, the POLICE. They took my dad and asked me questions. I thought my dad was going to have a heart attack!” He yelled. “THAT IS IT! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF HIM PATRONIZING ME!” Alana thought. “I DON’T HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I’VE STARTED?! I DON’T?! Do you have ANY IDEA what would happen if what Carol has done to my sister and me got out? YOUR family isn’t aristocracy, proper “nouveau riche” or even aristocracy-adjacent! MY family would be FUCKED! My step-dad’s reputation would be RUINED! Or, hey, let’s talk about Verity? The reason WHY I told her isn’t just because she’s one of the major people putting distance between Carol and us. SHE literally can’t escape her abuser BECAUSE of the aristocracy! The ONLY reason why Severina doesn’t get physically hurt, is because she was sent off to a fancy boarding school in England! But don’t worry! That doesn’t stop Achille Mekina from inflicting psychological damage from a distance! And if any of what Achille has done were to get out before Verity is able to prepare herself and her family for the aftermath, the ENTIRE Mekina family would be up shit creek without a god damn paddle! But, I don’t have any idea what I’ve started, right? You should be THANKFUL that your family only has to worry about the Police, and the potential financial repercussions of your father’s actions... Which, mind you, if he didn’t spend so much money trying to be something even he should know that he’ll never be, your family might have never been in debt in the first place!” She exploded. “Alana... How dare you....” Nathaniel began. “No, how DARE you! You already knew that “Sweet Little Melody Roster” was only a front and that I’ve been suppressing my true self for years. I never lied to you about who I am and what my family is... And yet you have patronized me so much during this whole thing, it is a MIRACLE that I haven’t kicked your ass yet!” Alana snapped. He looked at her, utterly horrified by the angry woman standing before him. “You know I didn’t tell the Police anything... I don’t want my dad to go to prison...” He growled. “Of course you didn’t.” Alana rolled her eyes. “I’m hoping that this whole situation will make him think...” He sighed. “Oh yeah... Abusers who get caught once ALWAYS think about stopping....” Alana sarcastically huffed as she rolled her eyes. “You don’t see past the tip of your nose, do you?” He asked, even more annoyed. “At least I can smell fresh air! Your head is up your ass!” She spat. “My family is paying a high price for this whole ordeal. My mom and sister are alone. They are completely disoriented! My dad always took care of them, of the house, of everything. They don’t understand! And if this leaks out, my dad will lose his job!” He argued. “It is not anyone’s fault but their own that your mom and sister cannot exist without your father. Perhaps some time away from him, learning basic survival techniques, would serve them well... Oh, and, by the way.... Verity looked in to your dad’s position. That new Vice President of his company? Yeah... He’s basically aristocracy-adjacent. Your dad was NEVER going to get that placement!” She retaliated. “You looked into his position?!” Nathaniel looked at her, rage in his eyes. “Verity did. What, you really think she wasn’t going to? After I explained how hard your parents were trying to get into the ranks of the Mekina Family, it became in her best interest to look into it.” Alana replied. “Alana... My dad can’t lose his job...” He growled. “You do still have a crush on him, right? Or, have you turned your back on him?” The voice in her head asked. “As of right now... I’m not sure... I want to still love the man I see before me... But I can’t lay on my back and take him being a dick to me.” She thought back. Alana looked into his eyes, taking in every molecule of pain that covered him. “You’ve got to stop this. Metal Melody is great... But remember you’re doing this because you want to help him.” The voice in her head urged. “My anger is the only thing keeping me standing right now... I can’t let it go...” She thought back. “You have to. If you care about him at all, you have to calm down.” The voice in her head pleaded. “I’m not sure I do... Do I care about him? Was it just a crush? Has that gone away now? What’s going on?” She thought. “Think back... You know he’s just lashing out because of his pain...” The voice in her head told her. Alana thought back to every moment she had shared with Nathaniel up until that point. The answer was clear... Yes, she did still have romantic feelings for him. At that moment, she did everything in her power to suppress the anger that continued to flood her veins. “Will you at least talk to him? For fuck’s sake... You now know that what he did to you was, literally, for nothing... You need to set a boundary and make sure he doesn’t cross it again.” She sighed. “That’s what I was going to do. My dad gets back home tonight. But even if things get better between him and I, know that I will never forgive you for what you did. You went too far this time.” He warned. “Fine. But, understand this... I will never forgive you for the way you’ve treated me during this ordeal.” She retorted. He looked at her, fury still ablaze in his eyes, stomped towards the door and slammed it behind him.

The next day, Alana went to school, hopeful and fearful of Nathaniel’s situation. “You still angry with him?” Sam asked as they entered the main hallway. “A bit... But I’ve calmed down a great deal since yesterday.” Alana replied. Suddenly, Iris ran up to them. “It’s horrible!” She cried. “What happened?” Alana asked, instantly turning serious. “I-I... I just saw Nathaniel... I think something happened to him...” Iris sputtered. “Where is he?” Alana asked. “He went towards the second hallway.” Iris shuddered. “Give me your bag.” Sam ordered. “Thanks Sam.” Alana smiled as she passed her backpack to her sister and bolted to the second hallway. “No... Please don’t...” She thought. The second she saw him, she stopped dead in her tracks, tears coming to her eyes. “Nath...” She gasped. Nathaniel stood in the hallway, overcome by his nerves, and with bruises around his left eye. “Nathaniel... How... That black eye...” Alana almost covered her mouth to keep herself from crying, but instead continued to be frozen in fear. “I... I tried to talk to him...” He shivered. The next thing they knew, noises could be heard coming from the basement and Nathaniel immediately stopped talking. “If you could make less noise, some of us are trying to smoke in peace...” Castiel called as he got to the bottom of the stairwell. Nathaniel stared at him in silence. “Hmm, strange, I don’t remember beating you up!” Castiel chuckled. “Cass! Now is not the time!” Alana called. “Let it go, Alana.” Nathaniel ordered as he walked off, exasperated. Before she realized what her body was doing, Alana’s hand was already swinging towards Castiel’s face. When they collided, a “SLAP!” resounded through the halls and he looked at her, petrified. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Castiel?! You already know what he’s going through! Did you not think for a second about where he ACTUALLY got that shiner! You KNOW who did that to him! There was no need for you to make a joke about it!” She scolded. “Alana... It was just a joke...” Castiel huffed when he regained his composure. “Not a good one.” She spat as she turned and ran in the direction Nathaniel walked off in.

She ran into the same classroom they argued in the previous day and saw him standing by himself. “Nath... Please talk to me.” Her voice wavered. “There isn’t anything to say, Alana. I talked to my dad, to try to make him understand... That he went too far with me. But it didn’t work. Things escalated very quickly and... This... This is the result.” He sadly sighed. “Can I say something?” Someone asked from the doorway. They turned towards the voice and saw Castiel. “Here to make another bad joke?” Alana angrily asked. “Gosh, why are you following us?!” Nathaniel inquired, very annoyed. “No, Alana... I’m not here to make another “bad joke”.” Castiel replied. He turned to Nathaniel, shut the door behind him and leaned against the wall. “I don’t want to be like Peggy, but, seeing what you have on your face, and the conversation you just had with Alana, I couldn’t help but come to certain conclusions.” He explained. “I don’t see why this concerns you.” Nathaniel spat. “Castiel just lied to Nathaniel... Why?” The voice in Alana’s head asked. “To protect me? If Nath finds out that I told Cass, he’ll make my life more of a living hell...” Alana thought back. “That actually seems like a good theory... Especially with the way Castiel acts around you...” The voice in her head replied. “We have to talk, man.” Castiel stated in a very serious tone. “And if I don’t want to talk about it with you?” Nathaniel asked, getting more annoyed. “You don’t have a choice. Someone needs to get you out of this mess.” Castiel ordered. “Fine.” Nathaniel huffed as he followed Castiel out of the room. “I need a loooooonnnnnnggggg vacation after all of this! Or at least a spa day!” Alana sighed as she sat on a desk. “You might wanna go tell Rosa and Sam about this... You know what they’ll do if you leave them out.” The voice in her head suggested. “SHIT! You’re right!” She thought back as she bolted out of the classroom to find her sister and Rosa.

In her efforts to find her sister, she came across Melody. “Someone hit Nathaniel in the face... I think it has something to do with Castiel. They’ve been off together for a while now.” Melody worried. Alana rolled her eyes. “If Castiel was the reason Nathaniel had that black eye, the two of them wouldn’t be talking things out now. You know that for a fact. As it is, deep down, we all know Cass is a softie. He’s a good man with a good heart.” She replied, instantly annoyed. “I can tell that you don’t know them very well.” Melody sneered. “I know them both much better than you clearly do!” Alana scoffed as she walked off. When she reached the main hallway, she found Iris. “You shouldn’t hang around here, the principal is furious!” Iris fretted. “What happened this time?” Alana asked. “I don’t know, but I would prefer to not get involved.” Iris worried. Alana walked towards the Principal’s Office and heard yelling coming through the door. “...Inadmissible! In my whole career, I’ve never, NEVER, seen a student act out like this!” Principal Shermansky yelled. “But, Ma’am, its not what you think, I was just...” Peggy’s voice could be heard pleading. “Just what? Hiding behind the couch in the Teacher’s Lounge?!” Principal Shermansky angrily inquired. “I...” Peggy tearfully began. “I won’t tolerate this Miss Peggy! You will be in detention for three hours!” Principal Shermansky boomed. “Three hours? That’s it? The little parasite has been poking around, acting like a fucking tabloid for weeks, aiming to use Nathaniel’s pain and potential scandal, as well as any potential scandal from my sister and me, as fodder for the next issues of her damn newspaper! And she only gets three hours?!” Alana blurted out. “Miss Roster, get in here!” Principal Shermansky called. “Damn it!” Alana thought. “You know, you really shouldn’t be listening in to things like this.” Principal Shermansky cocked her head. “I’m not sorry this time! She has been hiding, poking, and prodding everyone for the latest “scoop” for the school newspaper. I’m sure even you know that it doesn’t sell well! No matter how many times she gets told that her style of “journalism” has gotten people killed, she doesn’t change! She doesn’t go after actual news stories for the school. If she did, there would be more about what the clubs are up to, and less trashy articles filled with gossip! But instead, she aims to plaster Nathaniel’s issues all over the school and use his pain to sell more papers!” Alana explained. “I thought you were my friend, Alana!” Peggy blurted out. “We stopped being friends the second you started writing gossip columns about Sam and me.” Alana snapped. Principal Shermansky turned to Peggy. “Is what she said true?” She asked. Peggy didn’t answer, but instead became very nervous. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” Principal Shermansky warned. “Yes. It is true.” Peggy hung her head in shame as she spoke. “Well then, I have no other choice.... You now have two weeks detention, and until further notice, you are out of the Newspaper Club!” Principal Shermansky announced. “WHAT?! NO! You can’t take that away from me! The Newspaper Club is my whole life! Please... I promise, I’ll do better... Please don’t do this to me!” Peggy begged. “Madam Principal... I don’t believe kicking her out of the club would do any real good...” Alana began. “And what would you suggest?” Principal Shermansky asked. “Force her to get back in touch with her roots. Demote her to the base position and make her answer to someone else for once. If she’s motivated to climb back to the top, and given the ability to do so on her on true merit, she might actually have one last chance to become an honest reporter.” Alana suggested. Principal Shermanksy thought about it for a couple of minutes. “That actually sounds like a really good idea... And Miss Sharon has been a good Vice President to the club... So be it! Instead of being out of the Newspaper Club entirely, we will get Miss Sharon in here to discuss which part of the Newspaper you will be designated to report on. If you do well and refrain from falling back into your current habits, you may be promoted to other positions within the club.” She announced as she nodded. “Can I go?” Alana asked. “Yes, Miss Roster, you may leave.” Principal Shermansky.

“Why were you in the Principal’s Office again?” Rosa asked as Alana closed the door behind her. “Let’s walk and talk!” Alana mused as they walked towards the Courtyard. “So, in a sense... You got Peggy’s punishment extended, and somewhat saved her position in the Newspaper Club?” Rosa asked when they sat down on a bench in the Courtyard. “Yeah, kinda.” Alana shrugged. “Can I still hogtie her with duct tape and smash her equipment?” Sam asked. “Please don’t...” Alana sighed as she facepalmed. “So? Did you talk to Nathaniel?” Rosa asked. “Yeah... But, Castiel cut us off... He said he has a solution to Nath’s problems...” Alana replied. “Castiel is helping Nathaniel... Soon Armin will start gardening!” Rosa chuckled. “Maybe he’ll help Nath get independent from his parents.” Sam shrugged. “You think so? That wouldn’t be a bad idea... Whatever, after what Francis has done, I hope Cass can work a miracle.” Alana grinned. “Let’s keep our finger’s crossed!” Rosa cheered. “I will NEVER garden!” Armin announced as he, Kentin and Alexy walked up to them. “Hey, if Castiel is helping Nathaniel, then anything is possible!” Sam laughed. “All I know is that, after all of this... I could really use a spa day.” Alana yawned. “I’d be up for that!” Alexy excitedly clapped. “I’m in!” Rosa agreed. “I think mom would approve too!” Sam smiled. “Yeah... Count me out. But, if you wanna marathon a few games or anime, I’m in!” Armin suggested. “We can do that another day. We still have Fairy Tail to catch up on!” Alana laughed. “We will get up to date on it!” Armin raised his right hand with his thumb and pointer finger in the shape of a backwards “L”. “Yes, we will!” Alana smiled. “Hey, Sam... Let’s go to the Café for a snack on the way back to your place.” Kentin suggested. “I could eat.” Sam grinned. Alana began walking towards the school. “Where are you running off to?” Rosa asked. “I’m gonna go hang with Cass... He’s still kinda upset about the whole “deal with Amber” thing and I need to make it up to him...”Alana replied.

The halls of the school had become particularly quiet. It seemed as if the whole ordeal had everyone worried for the next major move, and not many students had any idea what was actually going on. “Shit! Did I leave part of my homework in a classroom?” Alana thought. She went towards the door to her English Class and heard two people talking. “But... I never saw anything... I don’t understand...” Amber fretted. “I think that deep down, he knew what he was doing was wrong. He must not have wanted you and mom to see it.” Nathaniel explained. “I wish things would get back they were...” Amber muttered. “You say that because everything was fine for you. But for me, it was far from being the case. At least now, I have a chance to help change things. It’s the best solution. See you later, Amber.” Nathaniel replied, his voice low. “Y-Yeah, okay.” Amber looked down as she headed towards the door. Alana quickly hid behind a locker and tried to not be seen. When both Jacott twins had left the room, she ran into the classroom, grabbed her homework folder, left the room and went towards her locker. “Well, you’re in the right place at the right time. I was looking for you.” She smiled as she noticed Castiel standing by the stairs. She opened her locker, grabbed her bag, and swung it over her back. “I figured you’d be here sooner or later.” Castiel smirked. “So, did you find a good solution for Nathaniel?” Alana inquired. “Yeah. But you don’t look too good.” He nodded. “You know I’m not feeling good... Nathaniel is gonna be mad at me for a long time for this... And that is IF he doesn’t permanently hate me for it.” She looked down. “That’s what I don’t get... Why would he be mad at you for this? It’s not your fault that his dad hit him.” He questioned. “No... But I did violate his trust when I called Social Services... I used his sister to get to him... Even though he had warned me that his dad was having Amber use me to get to Verity... And I lied to you in the process.” She explained. “And that’s why you broke up with me?” He asked, a little smirk appearing on his face. “We have to be dating for us to break up... And you’ve always said that no man would want someone as “flat chested” as me... But, in a sense, yes... That’s why those rumors started.” She rolled her eyes. “So, did you lie to me when I came to you about it?” He asked. “No! I really meant what I said when you and Demon cornered me! There was just more to my reasoning and I didn’t tell you the whole truth...” Alana replied. “Fine.” Castiel sighed. “What did you tell Nathaniel, anyway?” She asked. “Its not up to me to tell you. Leave it to him for now, when that idiot wants to tell you, he will.” He stated. “Cass... Please?” She begged. Castiel looked at her and did his best to not blush. “Look, all I can say is that if it works, your adored “president” will be fine... Once and for all.” He reassured. “Oh, please tell me that you’re not having him do something illegal.” She begged. “It was the only thing to do...” He smirked. “WHAT?!” Alana blurted out. “Relax! I’m just kidding!” Castiel laughed. “Cass! You ass!” Alana laughed as she playfully shoved him in his shoulder. “Anyway... You can’t be here just to bother me about that idiot...” He observed. “Yeah... I came to start making it up to you... Do you wanna go get some pizza?” She invited. “Are you gonna talk about that idiot the whole time?” He asked. “Nah... But I do wanna talk about my cousin Freya. She and her friends have started a punk rock/emo girl band called The Electric Dragons.” She smiled. “Really? But if you bring up that idiot, I’m leaving.” He smirked. “Understood. Now, let’s go. I’ll buy.” Alana laughed as they began walking towards the parking lot.

In the name of The Roster Clan, I will punish you!

By: @candysweetposts

Alice did a fantastic job editing the Sailor Harmony illustration into Alana’s Sailor Scout form! This is not the first blonde haired, blue eyed, glasses wearing, Sailor Scout I’ve created. When I was around 10 years old, I made myself into a Sailor Scout named Sailor Melody. I slightly brought this into a version of Alana’s story when I wrote the one shot “When I Wake”... However, in that story, Alana saw her Sailor Scout form...

Obviously, Sailor Moon means the world to me. My IRL mom introduced me to the anime and loved watching it with me until the day she died. My aunt and grandmother love it. We encourage my little cousin to enjoy it. The pendants I have with my mom’s ashes are all in the shapes of the Legendary Silver Crystal. I have a MASSIVE collection. I’ve written my love of Sailor Moon into multiple chapters of Alana’s story, even giving Sailor Moon it’s own dedicated chapter. I have Sailor Pluto’s staff tattooed to my back. I’ll be wearing Neo Queen Serenity’s tiara on my actual Wedding Day. I’m even planning to have the Moon Stick in it’s staff form tattooed onto my back when my grandmother passes away.

The 3 Forms of Sailor Aria

Sailor Aria is Alana’s Sailor Scout form. I started out with just the plain sailor scout... But then I wanted to do a Super Sailor Scout form... Then I wanted to do an Eternal Sailor Scout form...

I hate the puffy sleeves on the Eternal Scouts’ uniforms, so I didn’t do them for Alana.

With Super Sailor Aria, I made her skirt 3 colors. I also gave her the slip and a belt. I made the sleeves of her teddy blue and added bracelets to her gloves. I also replaced all of the hearts with crystal hearts. I also gave her a belt and a ponytail. The back of the ponytail is from Eldarya. I also gave her arm tattoos.

With Eternal Sailor Aria, I kept the blue sleeves. I also darkened the bottom of her skirt, added ribbons to the top of it and swapped the heart for a star. I also gave her a blue slip. The gloves got extra bracelets. I went with the Sailor Harmony boots, but kept the socks from the other 2 forms. Her belt, tiara and collar got stars as well. I was torn between black and blue wings, but I’m glad I went with the black. Her staff got the heart from the Sailor Harmony staff and the crystal star. Her butt bow got extra ribbons. I also gave her blue lipstick and swapped her usual glasses for high tech goggles. I kept the hair that I made for Super Sailor Aria and swapped the 2 crystal hearts for 3 crystal stars. The choker was made from Agatha’s choker. I made it darker and added the star. Her earrings are the drop earrings from a Christmas event... I just put the stars over the pendants.

The background is from Eldarya.

Both Super Sailor Aria and Eternal Sailor Aria will be part of the second Sailor Moon outfit pack that I’m building!

Credits: @candysweetposts for the Sailor Harmony Conversion, and the conversion used to make Alana’s bangs. @chinomiko and Beemoov for My Candy Love and Eldarya Naoko Takeuchi and Toei for Sailor Moon

Alana and Her Scouts

I decided to make Sam and Severina into Sailor Scouts to match Alana!

I’ve always liked the idea of writing a side romance between Armin and Severina into my story... While I’ve toyed with the ideas of pairing Armin with Alana in one timeline and Severina with Viktor in the main timeline, I’m leaning more towards Nathaniel’s and Alana’s best friends ending up together...

@candysweetposts I’m tagging you since I used at least 2 of your packs to make these... But mostly your Sailor Harmony conversion!

The Secret Revealed!

Trigger Warning: This chapter covers Episode 23 of My Candy Love. If you are triggered by discussions of abuse, or abuse scenes, please skip this chapter.

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