#astre v. c. phantomhive

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My (main) Kuro Ocs

Ophelia & Laertes Sutcliff

Eloise Sutcliff Phantomhive

Earl Astre V. C. Phantomhive

Picrew: https://picrew.me/image_maker/257476

[grelleswife]

🐱 for baby Astre as Grelle's kitten (I couldn't resist)

Grelle paused as she hear a faint mew from the kitchen. A cat? But how on earth had it gotten there? She briskly walked toward the sound to investigate. The reaper cooed in delight at the sight that awaited her. An adorably small, fuzzy ginger kitten wobbled across the floor, bright green eyes blinking in confusion. She couldn’t resist scooping up the darling creature and clasping it to her bosom.

Strange... its fur was the exact color of Astre’s hair...and those distinctive green eyes...

“Mummy,” the kitten squeaked, tilting his head and looking up at Grelle in confusion. “What’s happened? Why are you so tall all of a sudden? Everything’s gotten so big!”

[notjustdrwhoboards]

OC moodboard: Astre Phantomhive/Xander Sutcliff-Michaelis

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"Phantomhive? Sir? There's a letter for you."

The voice of his fag, Lawrence Bluewer broke him out of his concentration with what could've almost counted as a start had he not caught himself in time. The younger boy set an envelope down on the table next to him with a small smile before which Astre returned in a manor most charming as he let out a small bemused laugh. It was late in the school year, far too late to be receiving letters in the Phantomhive hair's opinion, all the boys were too busy preparing for the Christmas holidays which were starting the following week.

Still he picked up the envelope, turning it over curiously. The front bore only his last name and not in any handwriting he recognised.

"A letter? At this time?" He let out another laugh. "Perhaps it's simply another Christmas card! I do seem to be acquiring quite the collection of them." He gestured to the neat rows of them that Bluewer himself had been tidying earlier. The sixteen year old still had no idea how he had possibly obtained so many; and not just from his family and varying political connections who wanted to stay on good terms with his father but from some of the younger boys in the school too. Some containing almost sordid fantasies in their interior...some of the first years were rather poetic little things and he had to wonder if he had ever been that bad at eleven. Surely not! And the older boys while less poetic were no less carnal at times, the blue house prefect had near blushed at some of the things written.

"Afraid not Sir," Bluewer replied, hiding his mouth behind his hand in what Astre was certain was an attempt to hide a smile. "No, this came from the Headmaster and were he to start sending cards to students, there may be some sort of enquiry."

A fair point Astre thought to himself as Lawrence went back to his work, tidying up Astre's bookshelf and leaving the sixteen year old to muse over this mysterious letter some more.

It had to be from his mother, he concluded. Wishing him well and once more expressing regret at the fact that he had once more missed his brothers' birthday. The twins were ten now, quite the young gentlemen. He did rather regret missing Ciel and Lune's birthday, he should've liked to see the look on their faces as they opened their gifts from him. But he couldn't leave the school until term was over, not unless he wanted a sound beating and detention.

He sighed. Finally giving in to his curiosity with a muffled. "Bother...what can they want with me now?"

Bluewer lingered in the background, most likely wondering if he would be needed to run a reply back to the Headmaster, given that it was his job to perform such tasks.

For a while there was silence as Astre lazily skimmed the contents of the letter with his gaze. Then he stilled. Frozen as a sculpture of ice in his seat. His already pale complexion paled further until it took on a sickly grey hue and he looked almost as though he were about to lose his supper. Green eyes widened in horror as they darted back up to the top to reread what he was certain was just some sort of terrible misread.

He slammed the letter down on the table top, chair pushing backwards and clattering to the floor with a crash that the Phantomhive heir seemed not to hear. His hands leant on either side of the letter, head hung between trembling hands as his heart beat seemed to pound in his own ears. His world narrowed down to the words on the page. He let out what could almost have been a choked sob.

It wasn't possible...it just...it couldn't be. No...

The normally unflappable prefect was beyond shaken at the words he'd read. To the point that he barely registered he was being spoken to.

"-stre? What's wrong? What can I do?"

"They're...Bluewer...Lawrence...they're dead..." There in his aunt's writing was an account of how the manor and all its inhabitants had been burnt to corpses by a raging inferno not two hours ago.

"What? Who?" His fag replied anxiously, not understanding the situation in full. Astre wished that could be him.

"My...my parents. The servants. It...the entire manor has burnt to the ground. It seems only Old Man Tanaka made it out of there alive and even he's fighting for his life in hospital as of right now." There had been no mention of his brothers' bodies however, it seemed as though they'd both disappeared into thin air, although he had no time to ponder the question.

The sound of a breath catching behind him told him that his fag had finally realised the situation at hand and this made it all the more real to him. This had truly happened. His whole family. Mother. Father. The twins. They were gone. He was the only one left.

Another choked sob wracked through him though he still did not shed a tear. There would be time for that later. He couldn't fall to pieces now. Even if his whole world was collapsing. He turned to face his fag, no longer looking like the confident young man who turned male and female heads wherever he went but more like a lost child who'd been abandoned in the middle of the woods and knew not where to go or what to do. He was lost. A world of responsibilities had been thrust upon his shoulders now, ones he'd not expected to have for another decade at least.

Suddenly it seemed as though the walls of his room were attempting to close around him, threatening to suffocate the very life from him even as he half listened to Bluewer telling him that he should go to his aunt's and sort things out from there. His aunt...

"I need to tell Edward..." He said suddenly. His cousin needed to know, the poor boy couldn't be left in the dark about this. "Bluewer...prepare my suitcase...please?"

The last word came out as a small plea before the Phantomhive boy steeled himself and strode out of the dorm, making his way to the green house dormitories with a heavy heart and a burning sensation in his eyes that he refused to give into.

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Xander Sutcliff-Michaelis/Astre Phantomhive

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Astre Phantomhive, Sam Sutcliff & Xander Sutcliff-Michaelis

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[grelleswife]

Maybe 89. “You’re holding back.” With Astre and Rose because I think they could have a really fun relationship, I mean she is his sister-in-law!

The OC Astre Phantomhive belongs to the wonderful @deadly-safety-scissors and is used with permission.

Astre sighed wistfully as he walked down the path leading away from the Sutcliff-Michaelis house. He knew that Xander’s captivating red eyes and kind smile would haunt him for the rest of the day. The reaper had stopped by under some feeble pretense to visit with Xander; over time, the two had gradually become friends, though Astre secretly wished they could be more. His heart hadn’t stood a chance against that sweet, gentle soul, but he was certain that Xander would never reciprocate his feelings. Why was his love always ill-fated? Astre despondently kicked a pebble, watching it skip ahead. Then came the sound of footsteps striding towards him. It was none other than Xander’s twin Rose, a look of determination (and exasperation?) on her face. Her hellhound Eustacia padded obediently beside her, eyes blazing with infernal fire.

Crossing her arms, Rose planted both feet firmly on the ground and cocked an eyebrow. “You’re an idiot, you know that?”

Astre’s jaw dropped. “E-excuse me?”

“On second thought, you’re a bloody idiot. You’re holding back for no reason, Astre.”

“What the devil are you talking about?” he protested indignantly.

She shot him a withering glare. “Xander, obviously. The two of you have been crazy about each other for months, and if you don’t get a move on, I might order Eustacia to eat you.” The hellhound lifted her upper lip to reveal gleaming white canines.

Astre staggered backwards, less out of fear of Eustacia than due to shock at what Rose had so casually said.

“I-I—”

“Zip it, star boy. Xander doesn’t just have a crush on you, he’s pining after you. You’re literally the only person who hasn’t figured it out yet. Viola and I know. Mum knows. She thinks you’d be adorable together, by the way. Dad knows, gods help us all. If he wasn’t a demon, he’d have had an aneurysm over one of his kittens being a lovesick idiot for one of the Phantomhives!”

Astre blinked in confusion. Sebastian’s wrathful gaze had seemed positively murderous the last few times he’d stopped by, but he’d put it down to their usual antipathy. The former butler had devoured his little brother’s soul, after all, so the two were hardly on good terms.

And she’d said Xander was…pining? Lovesick? Over HIM?! A flush of pink bloomed on Astre’s cheeks.

Meanwhile, Rose grabbed the reaper by the front of his shirt and hauled him back to the house, Eustacia trotting on Astre’s other side as if to prevent him from running away.

“Now, see here--!” he squawked. A part of him would always be an earl, and he was unaccustomed to being manhandled in this way. You didn’t strike a lady, though, even one as fearsome as Rose Sutcliff-Michaelis.

“Astre V.C. Phantomhive, I am taking you to my brother’s room and locking it with the strongest binding spell I know, and I swear by all the gods that I am not letting you out until you confess to him! Don’t hold back.”

After finding himself facing an equally confused and flustered Xander, Astre didn’t hold back, and that was how he learned to his eternal delight that his feelings were reciprocated in full.

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Have you thought in which Hogwarts houses all your OCs would be? O:

To be honest I hadn't really, or at least not all of them! I've thought about Astre a fair bit and Fee is hilariously obvious in what she is. But apart from that I hadn't really. Suppose I can give it a tentative go though!

Astre - Hufflepuff

Ophelia - Gryffindor

Elwyn - Either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw

Laertes - Slytherin or Ravenclaw

Oscar - Hufflepuff or Slytherin

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It's a bit late but I spent most of Halloween making demon!Astre picrews and finally actually decided to draw him properly. So here's my dumb gay as a demon.

[grelleswife]

“Is that my shirt?” for Xandastre bc I'm terrible 😘😘😘

Happy to oblige, darling! <3

“Wait a minute…Is that my shirt?” Astre put his hands on his hips and tried to give his boyfriend a stern look. It was hard to maintain a semblance of disapproval when Xander was so damn pretty, though. Particularly when wearing a fitted lavender shirt with delicate patterns of lace.

“Mmmm…couldn’t say,” Xander drawled, his eyes gleaming playfully. “You have two more closets than me, babe. I lose track. You’re almost as bad as Mum!”

Astre sauntered towards him. “Oh, really?” he purred, trailing one hand down Xander’s side while the other buried itself in that dark red hair. “Guess I’ll have to jog your memory.”

“And how do you plan to do that?” Xander crooned, his hooded gaze sultry and inviting.

Astre kissed him, grinning as his boyfriend moaned softly. “I think I can coax the truth out of you, honey,” he teased, biting Xander’s lower lip and pulling him closer. Through some magic that neither of them quite understood, they found themselves intertwined on their bed.

“It’s very rude of you to take an earl’s things,” Astre breathed heavily as his hand moved under the stolen shirt to caress the warm, sensitive skin beneath. Xander’s lips parted to reveal gleaming, sharp teeth that Astre could already imagine ravishing his person.

“Well, if you want your shirt back so badly, why not take me?” Xander proposed coyly. “Don’t I belong to you, too?”

Desire coursed through Astre’s veins, scalding and irresistible.

“Most definitely,” he gasped, and Xander laughed in triumph as the reaper claimed what was his.

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Collab between myself and my wonderful gf @grelleswife, a short scene between our ocs Xander and Astre.

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The thought passed through his mind that this was wrong, in a voice that sounded rather like his father's, a man didn't wear such things and any man with such desires wasn't a man at all. Even so Astre still found himself stealing into his boyfriend's bedroom, quiet as a cat burglar and making his way towards the wardrobe and the content within. The voice continued reminding him of all the things he ought not do if he wished to keep his own dignity. They haunted him, tormented him and yet even still he could not quash his desires. Just as he couldn't turn away from his attraction to men, so could he not take away his desire to wear clothing better suited for women. It shamed him and he could feel the colour rush to his cheeks even as he held out a hand and touched the wooden door.

As though he were a civilian facing down a lion in the Colosseum he slowly swung the wardrobe door open and stared inside. The interior was a veritable treasure trove of garments, the likes of which would surely have made Nina Hopkins herself weep for joy at their sight, although they filled Astre with nothing but a sick sort of dread. Was he really about to do such a thing? The thought if it almost made him recoil as the doubts tried to make their way through the longing. The scornful voices of those who knew him whilst he still lived ringing tauntingly in his ears, worst of all the voices was that of his own younger brother Ciel, spurning him telling him that he was ashamed to be related to him; that they were no longer brothers. It painted him to hear. But even still his longing was stronger. He wanted to do this so very badly it almost pained him.

A memory of Xander, no shame on his face, looking so ethereally beautiful in a white dress played through his mind. His boyfriend completely liberated and unafraid of any scorn had been an eye opener for him. Even more so had been the lack of reaction from those around them. They'd not even spared a glance in Xander's direction, at least no more than they usually did. In fact some people had even complimented him on his choice of vestiments.

Of course that had not been the beginning of it all for the former Earl, far from it. He'd always been fascinated with the fashion industry, secretly seeking out Nina's help in such matters, always keen to learn more. He could remember the countless times he'd stolen longing glances at his dear Alice as she'd dressed simply because he longed to be the one to be robed in such beautiful gowns. To feel the fabric pool around his ankles and sway in the wind. But of course, it would've been unacceptable for him to do such a thing. Now however it seemed to be different. A man could wear whatever he so desired and no one would think any less of him. Certainly, though he'd been astounded the first time he'd seen his love wear a dress, he'd never once thought any less of him. Xander looked as radiant as the sun no matter his clothing. Surely the same could apply to him...

This gave him the push he needed. He began to look through the seemingly endless array of clothing, half cursing his beloved for having acquired the same love for fashion as his mother had. How was one to choose an outfit when there were at least a hundred to pick from? It was quite absurd to his own mind. But then, he supposed he was now entirely used to the three piece suits that were his daily wear. He'd long since stopped having a fully stocked wardrobe and a butler to help him dress.

Eventually however he came upon one he rather liked the look of, scandalously short in his own mind (it reached mid thigh) and made of a light, floaty dark blue material, with golden glittering stars embroidered on the skirt and around the hem, that shone when the light caught them.

Carefully he set it on the bed and began shamefully disrobing himself, carelessly tossing aside his suit in favour of this new garment before the embarrassment and fear could take full hold again. He stood in front of the mirror for a moment, dressed in nothing but his underwear and took a deep breath, steeling himself like a soldier about to do some great battle before he once more took the dress in hand and slipped it over his head, marvelling at the way it felt as it descended his body, clinging in such a wonderful way.

It felt...good. More than good actually and almost shyly the boy stole a glance at the mirror again to take in what he knew ought to be an abominable sight. It wasn't. He blushed further, gazing at himself in the mirror. The Astre who looked back at him seemed dreadfully at ease in his new outfit. Blue dress, although short still long enough that he could keep his dignity intact.

Tentatively he shook his hips, laughing at the way the skirt moved with him. His courage grew with every passing second he stared at himself and eventually he was parading up and down in the dress twirling and laughing, unable to understand why he'd not tried such a thing sooner.

As Xander walked towards his room, he could faintly hear Astre’s laughter, sweet and pure like running water. His scarlet eyes glowed. The tragedies of Astre’s past weighed heavily on the reaper, so this was a sound Xander cherished. Curious as to the source of his boyfriend’s delight, he picked up the pace, opened the door—and came to a standstill. There Astre was, twirling in front of the mirror while wearing one of Xander’s dresses. Xander brought a hand to his mouth as the blood rushed to his cheeks.

Gods, he’s beautiful.

The deep blue of the dress, like a night sky, perfectly complemented his love’s alabaster skin and jet black hair, and the way it showed Astre’s slender figure to perfection made him weak at the knees. And Astre looked so…free. He practically glowed, laughing with an abandon that set Xander’s heart racing with joy. The reaper usually tried to conceal it, but Xander could sense the tension he carried with him daily, the burden of keeping parts of himself locked away. Xander had never pressed Astre about what those secrets might be; it can take many days for a flower to bloom, and he didn’t want to force Astre into revelations he wasn’t yet prepared to make. Looking at him now, the hybrid understood what those hidden longings might be.

Turning his head, Astre caught sight of him and froze. The color drained from his face, which was contorted by an intense, all-consuming fear and shame. Xander reached out to him. “Babe—”

But his boyfriend hurtled across the room, diving underneath the bed and out of range. “Astre!” Xander half-laughed, half-sighed, shaking his head. He started walking towards the bed, high heels clicking against the floor, but Astre’s voice shrilly interjected, “N-no!”

Oh, dear. Xander was baffled by Astre’s behavior. Why would he be ashamed of wearing a dress? But then it clicked. Victorian mores had been absurdly strict where gender presentation was concerned. He remembered Dad complaining about having to wear suits day after day (‘Trousers quickly grow tiresome, kittens’) because that was what was expected of a “proper” man.

Crouching down, Xander gently spoke to the reaper curled up and quaking under the bed. “Baby, it’s all right.”

“I-I shouldn’t…it’s not…”

“I know things were different when you were human, but that’s in the past, honey. You shouldn’t let that stop you from wearing what you like.”

Still shaking, the reaper muttered, “I’m a freak…r-real men don’t like wearing dresses—”

“That’s not true!” Xander interrupted, his heart aching. How could Astre be so ashamed of his radiance. “Who cares what anyone else thinks? You look real enough to me. And I couldn’t care less about the clothes you like. Babe, you could wear a potato sack and I’d still love you. Besides, you’re beautiful in that dress, Astre. So beautiful.” Xander’s voice caught slightly on the last words, his eyes blurring with tears. My poor honey, he thought. Had no one been there to give Astre these words of encouragement before? He held out his hand. “Please come out, Astre. Let me take another look at you.”

Ever so shyly, Astre’s hand crept out, fingers interlacing tentatively with Xander’s. Gradually, with gentle murmurs (and a kiss or two pressed to the back of his lover’s hand), Xander coaxed him out. Astre stood, still trembling. “M-my calves are showing.”

“They’re a welcome sight!” Xander laughed, holding him at arm’s length and staring at Astre in awe. In the diaphanous dress, he appeared as celestial as his name would imply, a star whose light threatened to blind him. “This dress is fantastic on you. I’m almost jealous!” he added with a wink.

Astre blushed profusely, and Xander’s pulse quickened. How could one person be so inimitably perfect? Xander hugged him close, tenderly kissing his way along Astre’s neck. “There’s nothing wrong with wearing dresses if that’s what makes you comfortable,” he reassured his boyfriend, rubbing his back soothingly.

“You’re really sure?” Astre choked out, sounding as if he couldn’t quite believe it but desperately wanted to. Xander purred, a sound he knew Astre would find calming. “Positive. We should look through my closet to see what others you’d like to try. Or maybe take you shopping!” he declared, perking up.

Astre turned even redder. “I think I need a little time before…before all that.”

“That’s fine. There’s no rush, babe.” Xander kept purring, relief coursing through him as he felt Astre relax at last. Astre quietly cried against his shoulder, tears dampening Xander’s shirt. “Thank you,” he whispered, and Xander kissed his tears away.

It can take many days for a flower to bloom, but this one was finally beginning to open.

[grelleswife]

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☀️ : What makes your OC genuinely happy? A person, an item, their hobby? Where is the place they're happiest, or most at home? What is the happiest they've ever been?

Rose: Hanging out with her best friends, Liv and Ezra; successfully repairing a death scythe or tinkering with damaged cars with Grelle; spending time with her family (when they're not driving her crazy) or going on dates with her husband, Michael. She's happiest on the move, riding her motorcycle with her hellhound Eustacia at her side. One of Rose's happiest moments was when her coworkers at the Death Scythe Maintenance and Repair Division officially recognized her for being their most valued employee. It was an indication that she'd earned their trust and respect in spite of being a demon/reaper hybrid.

Xander/Rhea: Painting backdrops or helping people with their makeup; adding new stones to his pet rock collection; cuddling; playing with the family cats; enjoying a relaxing day in with the family. For Xander, home is where the heart is! One of the happiest days of Xander's life was when @deadly-safety-scissors OC Astre Phantomhive asked for his hand in marriage. :3

Viola: Playing the flute or cello; running a successful experiment; holding hands (and doing various and sundry other things) with her girlfriend Nina. She's happiest in the lab or in the privacy of her room (to which Rose sarcastically refers as her "inner sanctum"). Her happiest moment was when Sebastian taught her how to jump between different universes and introduced her to his favorite ones. It opened her mind up to a whole new world of possibilities and left a lasting impression on her. ☕: Give us one (or more, if you feel like it) of your OCs deepest darkest secrets. Why do they keep it hidden? Spill the tea!

Rose is very straightforward and honest to a fault. She's a no-nonsense girl, and what you see is generally what you get. The closest she has to a dark secret is the fear that she might be unable to protect the people she cares for, which is rooted in the attack on her and Xander's lives (when a pair of bigoted reapers broke into the house and nearly murdered them and Ronnie while Grelle and Sebas were at work).

When they first learned that Grelle was Jack the Ripper, Xander tried to act like it didn't matter to him in order to spare her feelings. In truth, though, he had a hard time coming to terms with what she'd done (Xander has a soft spot for mortals), though he eventually managed to reconcile with Grelle.

Viola loves soul-eating. Absorbing the person's knowledge and emotions is a fascinating, exhilarating process for her. However, she feels ashamed of this and tries to hide it because it's such a strong demonic trait.

🌼 Write a short drabble from your OC's perspective meeting their love interest

(Rose first met Michael Kennsington, a reaper and former MI6 agent, when he came to her department for minor repairs to his scythe. Michael investigated conspiracy theories as a hobby and became firmly convinced that Sebastian Michaelis was a supernatural being, which accounts for his excitement here.)

Rose had never met this man before, but she knew right away that he wasn't your average reaper. The way he carried himself reminded her of Dad: Self-assured, yet ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. His quiet confidence was more subdued than Dad's smug arrogance (thank the gods), but there was that same subtle sense of power, like a tiger keeping its claws carefully sheathed...for now. His appraising gaze cut far beneath the surface. In the seconds that he looked at her, Rose could sense the flurry of calculations in his mind as he sized her up. Huh. This guy might be an interesting one.

"Red eyes..." Rose braced herself for the usual confusion and disgust with which new reapers typically reacted to her, their divine instincts alerting them to her demonic nature. Instead, the man broke out in a boyish grin, looking as delighted as a little kid who'd just caught sight of his Christmas presents under the tree."You must be one of the Sutcliff-Michaelises!" he gushed, grabbing her hand and pumping it enthusiastically. "It's Rose, isn't it? Oldest daughter of the Phantomhive butler?""Uh...yes..." Rose laughed, cocking an eyebrow. Definitely not the reaction she'd been expecting. Dad had become something of a legend in the years since his "disappearance" and the young earl's death, but this man said "Phantomhive butler" the way teenagers fangirled over their favorite actors. Oh gods, the last thing Dad needed was a groupie--his ego was already inflated enough."So it's true, it's really true! All my friends at the agency used to laugh at me, say I was batshit crazy, but I knew that Sebastian Michaelis couldn't be human!"He paused, blushing as he glanced down and realized that he'd been holding Rose's hand for much longer than necessary. Letting go, he looked sheepishly at Rose, who was thoroughly amused by this point. "Damn, you must think I'm a ruddy great idiot. And I haven't even introduced myself. It's Michael, Michael Kennsington."

(Due his traumatic childhood experience of almost being killed by reapers, Xander experiences intense anxiety whenever unfamiliar reapers come to call at the Sutcliff-Michaelis residence. For clarification, Astre Phantomhive is my girlfriend’s OC, not our earl)

No matter how hard he tried to fight it, fear clawed its way up Xander's throat when he realized that a strange reaper had come to visit. The rational part of his mind knew that they weren't in danger, that there would be no flash of death scythes and hateful cries ('Die, demon filth! Die, you scum, DIE!'). Still, he shook with trepidation, breaking out in a cold sweat with his back pressed against the wall as he listened to Mum chatting away with this unfamiliar death god in the kitchen. But then there was Rose, kindly yet firmly grabbing him by the hand. "It's all right, Xander, I'm here, and so is Mum. Besides, he's a Phantomhive! You know how we loved Dad's stories about the Earl when we were kids."Astre V.C. Phantomhive. The moment he saw him, Xander's fear dissipated like smoke scattered in the wind. Tall, slender, and fine-boned, with a true nobleman's grace, messy cobalt hair, and eyes that shimmered with wit and good humor. There was a quiet melancholy hiding behind those eyes, however, and that struck a sympathetic chord within the softhearted child of heaven and hell. It would be a few months before the desire took hold with a silent passion that ate at Xander's marrow, and longer still before Astre would begin the intricate rituals of their courtship, but this first meeting was when providence tossed out her red string to tie their destinies together.(Nina Montmarcy is one of my reaper OCs. She’s autistic, hence the stimming and reluctance to look Viola in the eye)

"Hey, Vi!"Viola look up, a rat cradled to her bosom, to see Uncle Othello stroll into the forensics lab with a young woman in tow. She was dressed in a green cotton sweater and jeans, and her light brown hair was cut in a sensible bob. She was also the most adorable reaper Viola had ever seen, a fact that the hybrid tried to ignore by adjusting her grip on the docile rat held in her arms."We finally got a new recruit!" Uncle Othello grinned. "This is Nina Montmarcy. Fresh out of the reaper academy, sharp as a tack, and knows the science. I thought I'd let ya show her the ropes--she might as well learn from the best researcher our department's ever had."Viola groaned. "I'm not as great as all that." Her nerdy "uncle" could be worse about bragging on her abilities than Mum and Dad, and that was saying something. "But welcome to Forensics!" She gave the other woman a warm smile, heart beating a little faster than it ought to. Nina's left hand drifted up to her hair, and she twirled a piece around her fingers over and again in a gesture that seemed almost instinctual. "Th-thank you," she replied in a shaky whisper, not making eye contact. Awkward and shy, but endearing...Oh shit, Viola thought as a warm glow spread in the pit of her stomach. Why was she so illogical when it came to pretty girls?

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Astre: *nervously backs away from Eustacia the hellhound*

Rose: She doesn’t bite...

Astre: Oh, thank goodness—

Rose: Hard

Astre: *runs to Xander*

Xander (puts his arms protectively around Astre and glares at his sister): ROSE!

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Xander: Wait...did you just flirt with me?

Astre: I have been for the past seven years but thanks for noticing.

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Xander: Sam is going to kill us when he finds out!

Astre: You mean… If he finds out.

Xander: If… If is good.

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I'd say most attractive OCs of yours are Elwyn (fashionable and hot!) and Astre even if he's a disaster gay with some questionable tastes 🤣

Ah my two fashion children!

Elwyn is very attractive and they know it!

And what do you mean Astre has questionable tastes!!

He has a perfectly normal fashion sense thank you very much!