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Crooning.

William Afton x GN!Reader

Words: 610

CW: None, just lovey-dovey fluff

It was late when you got back to his house. Maybe one in the morning or so. You quietly entered the front door, careful as to not make a sound to awaken William; though, you doubted he was asleep. Most often he could be found in his basement workshop at this time of night, tinkering away until god knows when. You crept around the house quietly all the same, just to be safe.

However, just as you were about to ascend the stairs to head to William’s bedroom, you heard a gentle tune. It came from behind an ajar office door, the song seeming to call to you. You silently step away from the stairs, and peek through the opening of the door.

Inside the door was William, organizing the contents of the shelf. He was humming to himself, the song an old one you didn’t recognize. It was a rare sight to see your boyfriend doing something besides working on his robotics at night. You smile to yourself, feeling comforted as William swept across the room to set down some files. It truly was uncommon to see Will so relaxed with a chore, especially at this time of night. You were happy for him to find such a moment of peace.

After a moment of comfortable watching, you gently rap against the doorframe, opening the door slightly so Will could see you peeking out at him. He stopped his humming, cocking his head towards the sound of your knock. Immediately upon spotting you, a handsome smile graced his features, the faint hints of smile lines adorning his face.

“Hello, love,”

The sound of his voice alone could make your heart skip a beat. You returned the smile, stepping inside the home office.

“Hey William. What are you doing organizing this late?” You smile, walking towards a bookshelf to lean against it.

“Ah, well… I was keeping myself busy, as I wanted to make sure you got home safe,” He chuckled softly, making your grin widen. “After all, I missed you, dear”

The last bit made your heart flutter a bit. “What was it that you were humming?” That seems to bring a glimmer to his eye.

“Oh, you heard me? Sorry, darling. It’s called ‘It’s a Lovely Day Tomorrow’.”

You smile, moving from your position against the bookshelf to a nearby chair in the corner of the room. “Would you sing it for me?”

William chortles, shaking his head. “Trust me, you don’t want to hear my screeching. It’s rubbish anyway.”

“No, I do,” you smile, looking into his silver-grey eyes. “I do want to hear you, if it’s alright. I like the crooning nature of it.”

He looks at you curiously, a small smirk on his face. “Really? Alright, if you insist~”

William clears his throat, feeling on-the-spot. After a semi-nervous glance at you, your boyfriend starts to serenade you. While his voice is a bit scratchy, it’s smooth and sultry to your ears. His song is a simple one, but it suits his voice perfectly. In spite of its message, the way he sings it makes it feels so romantic, so personal, so intimate, as if this song was meant for you. He take a step towards you as he sings to you, adding some flair to his movements to make you giggle.

As his crooning comes to an end, William kneels down to face you as you sit in the chair. He places a pointer finger and thumb under your chin, lifting your head slightly to look at him. You smile at the action.

“That was lovely, William. Thank you for that.”

“Anything for my dearest”

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Music Meister

Public Love Languages

Physical Touch

Not afraid of PDA, but isn’t excessive with it, especially if partner isn’t a PDA fan.

Always has an arm around your waist when standing together.

When walking, he offers his arm to you or will hold ands while intertwining fingers. Will squeeze your arm/hand to remind you how in love with you he is.

Whenever you’re sitting together, he will slip an arm around your waist if you’re close enough. And the dork most definitely will be playing footsie with you.

Words of Affirmation

He’s your number one fan in everything: he’ll publicly boast about every little thing about you; your accomplishments, your cute features, your sheer existence.

Will lean in and whisper compliments and kind words in your ear

Not necessarily words, but MM likes to hum your favorite songs to you quietly enough where only the two of you can hear his melodies… after all, everything he ever sings is always for you.

Gifts

His gifts generally aren’t material. He feels there’s more worth in writing a love song about you than most other things.

That’s not to say he won’t be giving you exquisite gifts to make you feel like a star, though. He always wants you to feel like you’re the belle of the ball.

And he most definitely will be making you two coordinating outfits that are absolutely elegant and exquisite.

Quality Time

The Music Meister is an ambivert. Sure, he craves public approval and loves to receive all the attention in the world (literally), he also enjoys quiet time with his partner. Getting to spend all his time with his muse makes him incredibly happy and giddy.

Will spoil you with tons of fun experiences, especially musical/concert/ballet/opera dates.

Acts of Service

Not super great with this one. He doesn’t like feeling reliant on others, so he assumes the same of you.

He’ll occasionally do some chores or whatnot for you, but it’s not common. He’s a busy man, after all!

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Vocal Rest

A Music Meister x OC fanfiction

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Word count: 699

Warnings: Electrocution, break-in, discomfort

Tropes: Dancing, teasing

Synopsis: Why would a singing-centered villain go on vocal rest while committing a crime? The world may never know.

Ships: Music Meister x OC

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Her brunch was paused by the shrieking alarm of the bank next door, but it was completely halted when the café wall adjacent to the bank was demolished into rubble and flying debris. Melody immediately ducked under her table to avoid the detritus, as did many of the other patrons. Melody covered her mouth while frantically trying to make eye contact with the other guests. As the dust started to settle in the room, her fears only heightened.

The figure of a man loomed in the still somewhat hazy air pouring out from the newly-collapsed wall. As the man came into view, a squeal threatened to slip through Melody’s clasped mouth. Not him. He stood tall amongst the wreckage, a glowing staff in his hand pointed at a frozen patron. Not a word emerged from him as he shot some sort of electric pulse from the staff, causing his victim to lift into the air for a moment before being violently shocked and limply dropped to the floor. The perpetrator grinned devilishly at his target’s collapse before scanning around the room as if to ask “Anyone else care to test me?”

The thing that frightened Melody the most, however, was this man’s silence. The Music Meister was not known for being quiet, so this deafening nothingness was… uncanny, to say the least. Especially since his main superpower was his vocal hypnosis. But her curiosity about his muteness was overshadowed by her paralyzation at the sound of his approaching footsteps. A whimper left Melody’s lips, causing the tall man to stop just as he was passing her hiding spot.

Fuck.

The scoundrel stepped back towards her as she silently cursed herself out.

Why did I do that? Why did I fucking do that? I’m going to die because i couldn’t stop myself from making a single peep. Please, god, let him go past me again. I’m going to be electrocuted like th—

“Ah!” He exclaimed, on his knees to peek at her. His sickening grin spread across his face once more, leading Melody to retreat slightly below the table. The man chuckled lightly at this, before pushing her table to the side. But instead of attacking her, the Music Meister simply grabbed her wrists to pull her up. A nearby bystander attempted to bolt toward the rogue. He was immediately shocked by the villain’s staff, said villain never breaking his eyes from Melody as he pulled her into a slow-dance position and began to sway.

“Wh-What?” Melody questioned, unable to defy his clutch.

The Music Meister merely laughed gently and continued to dance with her, before answering very quietly. “Don’t you remember me? I let you go from my heist a week or so ago,” he remarked, “it’d be a shame for someone as remarkable as yourself to forget that encounter of ours–”

Melody, without thinking, cut him off from his ramblings. “Why are you being so quiet?”

Any other person he interacted with could have been killed for questioning him like that, but when it came to her, the villain couldn’t help but laugh yet again.

“Surely you know the importance of vocal rest, darling~” he replied. The man slid a hand under Melody’s chin and lifted it towards him, before tracing down her neck to her jugular. She shivered in response, deeply unsettled. “After all,” he continued, “your voice is a weapon, and you have to maintain such a tool.”

“Why would you go on vocal rest while committing crimes? You’re fighting empty-handed,” Melody retorted, grimacing as the rogue tore his hand away from her neck.

“Fair question. I guess it doesn’t always matter to me what I fight with, as long as I have something,” he rolled his eyes, gesturing to the staff clutched in one of his hands.

The faint roar of sirens started to near the café, causing the Music Meister to hesitantly release his prey. “I do believe that’s my cue to exit,” he sighed. But before Melody could fully escape him, he seized her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles.

“Adieu, Songbird~”

And with that last taunt, the villain burst through the door and started to flee on a music-themed motorcycle.

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Dish Duty

A Music Meister x OC fanfiction

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Word count: 1036

Warnings: none

Tropes: Domestic fluff, flirting, dancing like no one is watching

Synopsis: Doing the dishes is such a bore. Fortunately, listening to music always helps get the job done... until it doesn't

Ships: Music Meister x OC

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It was her day to do the dishes. Melody rested her hands on her hips as she assessed what to do first, examining the dirty pots and plates before her. This most certainly wasn’t a favorite chore of hers, but there was something that she knew would help move her along. Melody reached into her pockets to pull out some earbuds, then looked at the counter beside her where her phone laid. However, as she reached for her phone to surf through music, her eyes drifted past to her boyfriend’s phone. A smirk quickly arose from the corners of her mouth, and Melody picked up his phone instead of her own. Unlocking it, she scrolled past his extensive collection of music apps and settled on his voice recordings.

Just the thing she was looking for.

She loved her Darius and his singing, but he was a complete dork when it came to his performances, and he recorded every single one of them. He thought it charming, she found it adorably amusing. Melody scrolled through some of them until she settled on a file name that looked interesting.

Sept. 22nd – Drives Us Bats, ft. Arkham Ensemble // Recording Length 1:46

This was one she definitely hadn’t heard before, and it was short enough to give a quick listen. As she hit play, she was immediately hit with a fast-paced beat accompanied by an electric guitar and… an orchestra?

Melody turned away, nodding her head to the beat. Her eyes scanned the dishes once more, and she grabbed the pot that her marinara sauce had been inside of. With a dramatic slide to the kitchen sink, she started to rinse off as much sauce as she could. Then, Darius’s voice hit her ears, reigniting her smile. Melody bounced her hips back and forth as she reached for a sponge scrubbed the pot, getting into the song. The chorus was quite catchy, and Melody caught on real quick as she sang along under her breath. As the song changed to a more light tone, she twirled with the pot to reach some dish soap, attempting to elegantly drizzle the soap. Then the beat kicked back in, and Melody scrubbed away to the beat. 

And just as quickly as the song started, it finished. Without hesitation, Melody walked over to her boyfriend’s phone and clicked play on the same song, setting it on repeat. Jamming out harder and harder with each play, eventually she had absentmindedly abandoned the dishes and had started a haphazard karaoke battle with no one in particular, using a wooden spoon as a microphone and everything. She spun around the kitchen island, kicking and punching wildly to the beat. Only after a failed kick and fall to the floor did Melody notice Darius standing a few feet from her. He was recording her on her own phone that she could’ve sworn was on a counter just moments ago.

“What a performance, my dearest!” He grinned, lowering the phone and revealing his crooked smile. He whistled through the gap in his teeth before he added “I truly could not have performed it better myself.”

Melody started to laugh, embarrassment flushing her cheeks. Darius reached a hand down to her to help her up. But, instead of letting her stand, her boyfriend twirled her into his arms to where he held her in an embrace, her arms crossed to hold his hands as her back was flush to his chest.

“I didn’t think you could hear me from upstairs.”

“Oh, trust me dear, I would never miss such a show from my beautiful star.”

Melody rolled her eyes at his overstatement.

“Sure, ‘Maestro’, whatever you say.”

In reply to the nickname, Darius moved his hands to her waist and smiled, leaning his head down to the crook of her neck. 

“Though,” Melody hummed, “I kind of… forgot to finish the dishes. Caught up in the moment, you know?”

“Meh, fair enough,” he sighed. His grin returned, however, when he turned her face towards him. A mischievous glint shone in his eyes. “How about we finish this in a duet?” Darius offered, pulling Melody into a dip.

“What, the dishes? What do you mean by that?” Melody questioned, concerned by the unbridled devilry in his look.

“Just trust your beloved maestro,” he winked. “May I?” He asked, letting her stand up as he bowed to her with an outreached hand. She cautiously took it, and Darius led her towards the unwashed dishes and began to sing. An invisible orchestra accompanied him immediately. It was a song Melody knew quite well, as Darius had tried to serenade or woo her with it many times before they got together. She rolled her eyes at his goofiness, and joined him in singing their song. As they sang, they practically waltzed as they cleaned dishes, finishing up impeccably quickly before the song was even over. Of course, as they approached the final few lines, Darius scooped his beloved up and planted a kiss on her cheek before guiding her into yet another dip. Melody giggled at his cheesiness, and, on the button of the song, pulled her boyfriend’s collar towards her to kiss him on the lips lightly.

Darius’s eyes lit up in delight as a blush and dorky smile washed across his face. “Glad I don’t even need to use my powers to share a pas-de-deux with you, Songbird~” he breathed, gently tracing her jawline with his thumb.

Melody’s eyes fluttered, leaning into his touch. “But you wouldn’t use your powers on me anyway, would you? You never have, even befo—”

“And I never will,” Darius cut her off, grabbing her free hand and kissing her knuckles. “Unless, of course, you wanted me to~” He teased, starting to trail kisses up her arm. At this, Melody’s face grew heated, too flustered to come up with a coherent response or clever remark. He simpered at her reaction, and gently let her from his grasp.

“Well, now that the dishes are done, care to do something else my love?” He leered, walking to the stairs of their apartment’s second level.

“M-Maybe we could sing another duet while we snuggled?” Melody supplied.

“Of course, my ingénue.”

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Interrupting this Broadcast

A Music Meister x OC fanfiction

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Word count: 987

Warnings: Angst, arguing, reference to being mugged

Tropes: Fighting with partner

Synopsis: Most significant others wouldn't be super keen on their partner being a criminal, much less a supervillain. Melody is no different.

Ships: Music Meister x OC

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When Melody returned home that evening, she hadn’t been expecting Darius to already be home. Nor did she expect him to be by the TV, scowling at whatever he was intently watching. Curious, she silently walked to the couch and joined in his watching.

‘—and yet their security cameras nearby show nothing. All that is known is that the 129 civilians have no recollection of arriving or being on the premises as if their memory was wiped. We now go to a statement from Jim Gordon, Chief of the Gotham Police Department.’

Concern overtaking her, Melody finally spoke to break the silence and let her presence be known. “Hey, babe, what is this?”

Darius jolted up at the sound of his girlfriend’s voice. “Oh! Uh, just the news. I’ll change the channel for you.”

“No, keep this on. I’m invested.”

‘At this time, we don’t have much information. Very few minor injuries were found on these victims. The perpetrator has seemingly gotten away, taking around four hundred thousand dollars worth of goods and leaving about one hundred fifty thousand dollars in damages behind them. Most notably, the silver jewel-encrusted grand piano donated by the Chalumeau family is reported missing amongst others.’

Melody whipped her head at this last comment, her jaw gaping. “Darius!? What the hell did you do?!”

“What do you mean?” He asked, eyes rolling.

“What do you mean, ‘what do I mean’? You stole $400,000?”

“No, I simply stole an antique piano and some fancy dinnerware. And some money, I guess.”

“Darius Edward Chapel!” Melody chided.

“Melody, dearest, we’ve been over this,” The man sighed, rubbing his brow in exasperation as the chief of police continued droning, “It’s my whole thing!”

“But why?” She snatched the remote, turning off the TV, “Why do you do it? We’re well enough off, we don’t need that shit! If we were hurting for money, we can get a loan–”

“It’s not just about the money!” Darius shouted. She shifted away at this, her face a mix of frightened, disappointed, and fuming. He sighed once more, reeling back his own frustration. “I… you wouldn’t… I don’t know how to explain it…” he leaned his elbows on his knees.

“Try me,” Melody replied. She cocked her head at him, waiting for him to continue. He looked at her, trying to read her, and huffed as he glared at the floor.

“I just… it… started as a means of… some sort of escapism. Long before I met you. Everything was shitty back then. I had known about my powers for years and was no stranger to manipulating others. But…” Darius trailed off, shaking his head. He gazed to his girlfriend once more, hoping to find a semblance of reassurance to help him continue. A small nod from her was all he needed to continue as he stared once more at the ground.

“But, even then, I hadn’t done much other than get others off my back and maybe persuade some to do me favors. Until one day I was being harassed on the street by some random guy. He eventually pulled a gun on me, and tried to mug me. But as I used my hypnotic voice to get him away from me, he handed me a bag full of stolen goods. The tables had completely turned, and I didn’t even need to use violence. And as I continued to sing to get the guy to fully leave, some others got caught in my trance. I tried to get them to do what the mugger had done with his belongings, and they happily gave me their wallets, phones, and more. It was exciting, being able to steal so easily.”

Melody drummed her fingers on her leg. “And how is theft a form of escapism?”

“I-It wasn’t the crime, it was the extent of power I had over them. I soon began to chase that control I didn’t have in my life. It became a role to play. Charming others with song and dance until they showered me with praises and gifts, helpless to resist my powers. And, of course, as my performances grew in popularity and infamy, I had to protect my identity. So… I fully embraced my part to escape the boring and worthless life I lived.”

Darius lifted his eyes to Melody’s before she exhaled heavily. She opened her mouth to say something, before biting her lip in deep thought.

“I know that it’s wrong. I do. But, at this point, it’s a part of me.” he added, setting a hand beside him in hopes that she would take it.

“Do you still feel like your life is as bad as it was before?” Melody asked, shifting her eyes to her lap.

“Oh… Oh no, not at all! Ever since I first met you, my life has been truly wonderful. You have made this existence so much more amazing than I could ever have dreamed,” he assured, moving his hand to her leg. 

“I just feel like I’m not doing something right if you’re still seeking your idea of ‘escapism’.” she breathed.

Darius squeezed her leg. “Melody, love, it’s not that. I’m in too deep– I’m caught in this facade of mine. You have done nothing wrong; this is my own doing. I’ve tried to change this part of me, I really have. I’ve yet to succeed…” He lifted her chin to have her look at him. “That doesn’t mean you’ll have to accept my villainy as morally just. It’s not. I may not be able to escape this path of mine, but I can try to do better for you.”

“How would you do that?”

“How would you have me do that, Songbird?.”

At this, Melody smiled ever so softly. “Maybe try victimless crimes?”

Darius chuckled. “So, you’re not against crimes in general?”

Melody rolled her eyes. “You asked for help.”

“That I did, my dear.”

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