An example of my work for my friend Rainboomdragon and his OC sweet paradise meeting each other for the first time! Enjoy!
A story about a writer meeting his OC for the first time. A little bit of everything, intrigue, romance, good characters, the feels, everything. Also, feel free to commission a story from me! details on my page!
I opened the door and tiptoed in, the rusty hinge reminding me that I was in a less reputable part of town. I entered into what seemed like an old bar, one with the smell of ale and wine soaked into the floorboards. I looked around, and I smiled. She was right there, clear as the daylight.
When the eyes open, I see white Not a noise, not a sight.
I walked by the crowd as I was in a dream, her voice crisp, harmonic, like the ringing of bells, the sound of harps giving life to the dead place. Her ethereal wings rested and flowed lightly as she sung, her face an expression of easy concentration, as easygoing as the music, not harsh, emotional, or excited, but in the flow of the music.
I waited for you to come by waited forever for you to say hi
I came to rest on the back corner of the bar, as to not attract attention, and to just watch and listen to her. She stood out from the rowdy crowd. Too well dressed, to confident, too well off. I gave a little private smile. She didn't bother to hide it, her performance dress wrapping around her, a prismatic shade of blue wrapped around her, fading to shades of cold red, green, and yellow at the bottom of the dress. I gave a sigh of happiness. She looked dazzling.
But then you passed me by And now all I see is white
I was knocked out of my daydreams by a gravely pony manning the bar. “Eeh, so you just gonna stare at Sweet Paradise all day like some love-struck colt, or are you gonna order something?”
I gave a quick blink, stunned in surprise, as I muttered a response. “No, no...I'll take a beer...” I looked around, uncertain. “Or whatever you got.”
The bartender smiled as he spat out another line, a thick contrast to Sweet Paradise singing in the background. “Good choice.” The bartender whipped me up a beer as I took some coins from my pockets and put them on the table. “If you want my advice , Sweet Paradise is outta your league.” The bartender whispered as I took a sip of the grog and rolled my eyes. “No offense,” I said as I felt a bit of blood rush to my head, “She's kinda out of yours too.”
The bartender laughed, as the bar turned to see what happened. I just took another swig. “You ain't wrong,” He whispered into my ear. “something happened, and she needed to move here. Always been a fan of her work, so I gave her a gig at my place.” The bartender gave a laugh. “Heh, I couldn't believe that she actually took me up on my offer. Pretty little thing.”
I frowned at the scene. He wasn't wrong. These people that filled with the bar, they weren't here for the crummy beer, and most of them weren't here for the music either. They were here for her. I gave a soft sigh. I guess I just had to wait until she was done with her work. Her songs were really...just as good. I gave a smile as I took a sip.
Just then a crash as the singing stopped. The door blasted open to reveal a stallion in a fancy suit, backed by two others, as they entered the bar. The stallion shouted to Sweet Paradise on the stage “Sweet Paradise! I have been looking all over for you! You deserve much better then...”
I saw Sweet Paradise's expression turn from shocked, to irritated, then furious. “Get out! I wanted nothing to do with you!” Sweet Paradise gritted her teeth as the stallion approached regardless.
“Please my dear! You're better then this. We could be...” The stallion confidently strutted forward as Sweet paradise spat in his direction. “Could be what? So you can lock me in a cage and throw away the key? I spit on your... 'betterness.' ”
At this point I was mad, furious. I took a leap of chance. She was my OC. I leapt in the fray, horn threateningly pointed towards him. “You back off! She wants nothing to do with you!” I shouted as he just stared at me, defiantly.
“One of her admirers? Perhaps you've had a bit too much to drink. Why don't you take a seat.” The stallion said with a grin. I felt his eyes drill into mine before I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Sweet Paradise's.
She gave a classy smile at me, as she redirected her fury at the stallion. “Well, this 'admirer' has a better shot at me then you ever have.” She said with a grin as she walked away.
“You, whoever pony you are, you're coming with me to backstage.” She pointed at me as she shouted. “Bartender! Gig's over! Was gonna do an encore, but this stallion ruined it!” She gave a wicked grin as the stallion was booed off the bar, his shirt splashed by half-drunk booze and food by the angry crowd.
I followed her to the backstage, her steps confident, defiant, regal. She smiled as she turned around to face me. “Um...do you have a place I can stay at? Mr. Can't-take-a-que is gonna be at my apartment first thing in the morning, so...you know.” She gave a slight frown before making an adorable face.
I just grinned and smiled. “Um...sure! Ya! It's fine!”
She gave an adorable “Eeeeeee! Thank you so much!” She excitedly shouted as she gave me a hug, before backing up a little bit, blush on her cheeks. “Oops, sorry about that. I get over-excited sometimes.” I gave a soft blush. “No, no, it's fine. You're adorable when you're excited.” I flirted as she laughed.
“Well, we'll get to know each other soon enough! Let me get my stuff and we'll get going!” She waved as all I could do is stare at the wall, stunned.
“You know, you can take the bed, right? I don't mind.” I said while she was brushing her teeth. She came out with a toothbrush still in her mouth.
“Puh, no, it's fine. I've slept on worse.” She spat out the toothbrush as if she was having a light sneeze, and then resumed brushing her teeth.
I paused as I looked out the window. “Um...” I looked at her nervously. “Do you mind if I ask a few questions?”
I heard her rinse her mouth before appearing again, as she gave a cute yawn before snapped awake. “Um...” She twiddled her hooves. “As long as it's not too embarrassing.” She gave a blush. “Ask me about it afterwords, ok? I'm gonna set up the couch so I can sleep here for a few days...”
She looked at her dress and stuff flung in a disarrayed pile on the couch. “And maybe clean up a bit!” She gave a laugh and just smiled.
She pulled out a rolled out sleeping bag from her bag, a bright array of colors for something meant to put you to sleep. She rolled it out as I helped out by taking her singing dress and her recording equipment elsewhere, and got a pillow for her.
“Thank you!” She smiled as she crashed on the couch.
“This reminds me of when I was a filly. We'd have sleepovers all the time and...oh ya!” Her face lit up with a bright new idea. “When I was a filly we used to play a game and take turns asking each other questions! Would you be up for that?” Sweet Paradise asked as I thought carefully. I'll just have to make sure to tread lightly. After all, I thought as I looked out the window, I'd really only appeared into this place...recently.
“Sure!” I replied as I grabbed a pillow.
“This is just gonna be a sleepover!” Sweet Paradise shouted excitedly before she paused slightly. “I just realized I don't really know you...” She looked down a bit. “Sorry, that just kinda hit my mind. I...” She paused as I looked at her, sincerely.
“Um...I know that I'm still kinda of a stranger.” I gave a soft blush. “But hopefully by the end of the day we'll get to know each other a bit more, now that the...slightly extraordinary circumstances are both over our heads.” I paused as I cleared my throat.
“Name's Rainboom, and I'm a writer!” I put out my hoof to shake.
“Rain Boom?” She asked as I laughed.
“Close enough.” I replied as she gave a smile and shook my hooves.
“Rain Boom, you've got to remind me to buy some of your books sometimes or something.” Sweet Paradise laughed as I gave a chuckle. She then closed her eyes and let her head fall into the pillow.
“Ok! You're turn!” She gave a laugh as I look at her stunned.
“I...ok!” I replied stunned as she gave an almost song-like laugh. “I know that right now we're strangers, but, with what you've displayed today, I think if nothing else, I know what kind of pony you are.” Sweet Paradise smiled as I gave a a cheeky laugh. It was all just terribly ironic and terribly amazing all at the same time. I thought for a moment.
“Who was that person?” I asked as she scowled. “You don't have to answer if you don't want to!” I added as she shook her head.
“No, you should know.” She took a deep breath. “He's a rich bastard who wants to marry me. Probably would give everything in the world other then...you know,” She gave a soft smile in the moonlight, “what I care about.” I looked at her beautiful form, looking into the moonlight.
“What...what do you care about?” I asked, curious as ever. Sweet Paradise just smiled.
“Friends, my art. Freedom.” She lightly brushed her mane away from her face. “I want to go where my art takes me, where life takes me, and sometimes.” She sighs as she looks at me. “That's not always so easy for a successful singer. Your reputation proceeds you. Ponies look at you differently.” She took a quick glance at herself, “Not like ponies don't already.”
Silence hung in the room for a moment before I replied. “Sorry I asked.”
Sweet Paradise shook her head. “It's not your fault. On paper, There's nothing I should have to complain about. After all, I have performed in front of Celestia, so...” She gave a heavy sigh, “Fame is free. The thing is that I want to...make sure I go back to the places and ponies that helped me succeed and...repay them for all that they've done.”
I looked at her silhouette in the moonlight. “And fame doesn't sit well with that.”
She sighed. “It doesn't.” She looked at me, this time with renewed conviction. “Ok, my turn!” She shouted with new excitement. “What have you written? Anywhere I can find and buy them in particular?” She exclaimed as I scratched the back of my head in embarrassment.
“Well...” I thought back for a moment. “In all honesty, I haven't written for a few years.” I looked down in shame. “I haven't written until recently, because...” I stopped as I felt a hoof over my shoulder. I looked up to see Sweet Paradise's face, smiling at me with somber sadness.
“I'm sorry. I know how much that must hurt.” Sweet Paradise gave a sad smile as she wrapped her arms around me. I felt myself crying a bit as I hugged her back.
“I just had all these ideas and...I wanted to...” I felt tears streaming down my eyes as Sweet Paradise just patted me on the head and let me cry into her shoulders. I waited for something that felt like an eternity, before I sighed. Here was my OC comforting me.
As I let go, she smiled and handed me some tissues. “Thanks.” I spoke softly, wiping away the emotions.
“No worries. I hope you get better.” Sweet Paradise gave an adorable smile as I felt my cheeks blush. “I...I kinda am better. I'm starting to write again, I just...dunno.”
Sweet Paradise smiled. “It's alright. I dunno either.” She gave a laugh, clear as glass and just as beautiful. “I think that nopony whose an artist really knows if what they do will work. We just kinda...try, pour our souls into it, and hope it works.” She gave a happy grin as I couldn't help and smile.
“Thanks.” I smiled as Sweet Paradise laughed. “Thank your friend instead, he got you writing again!” Sweet paradise giggled as she looked out the window, instantly somber.
“Oh, and if you saw something in those years of turmoil, learned something, felt something, use it.” Her mane flowed softly as she looked out the window, unblinking.
“Sometimes our most painful experiences are out most powerful ones, sometimes, they are our best works.” Then I saw her snicker to herself.
“I'm not saying to get yourself hurt or anything. I'm saying that sometimes the bad parts of life are just as powerful for us as the good parts..so you know, live.” She giggled. “Although I'm sure you have no problems living life now.” I smiled.
“Ya, I think I'm fine now.” I grinned as I felt my eyelids grow heavy. The last thing I saw before I fell asleep during the silence was Sweet Paradise, looking out at the moonlight, her chromatic from lit by the silvery glow of moonlight, thinking to herself, and smiling at me.
I woke up to see Sweet Paradise set up her recording equipment. I nodded in confusion as I rubbed my eyes. “Um...Sweet Paradise?” I asked as she quickly turned her head.
“What? Oh, morning Rain Boom! I'm just setting up my recording stuff to record a bit!. Then I've gotta be off.”
I looked at her with a bit of sadness and morning drowsiness. “Do you think you'll be back.”
She shook her head. “I'm sorry dear...I've got places to be.”
I felt a tear drop down from my cheek as Sweet Paradise rushed to give me a hug. “Oh it'll be fine. I'll visit once every now and then. Until next time though, I'll record you a song!”
I looked at her with excitement. “A song just for me?!”
She smiled as she let me go. “Ya! It was one of the nicest nights I've had in a long time! So I'll make you a record to remember it by.” She exclaimed as a long and awkward pause hung in the air as both of us blushed.
“You know, not in the dirty way.” Sweet Paradise commented as I nodded. “Yep, none at all, clearly.”
“None at all.” Sweet Paradise confirmed before both of us just burst out laughing. “I'll be honest, I'm occasionally a terrible pony.” Sweet Paradise laughed as I joined her. “Don't worry, I'm much worse then you!” I laughed as Sweet Paradise smiled.
“Alright! It's all set up! What kind of song do you want?” Sweet Paradise asked as I thought for a moment.
“Your choice Sweet Paradise. Anything you want.” I smiled as I saw her excitedly think. “Ooh! Um...ok! I got the thing just for you! Sit back, and enjoy the song!” Sweet Paradise announced as I took a seat on the couch.
A moment, crystallized, a moment, memorized a forward motion, galvanized. What would you do with us. If you ever could catch us.
We are those who see A bit farther into reality For everypony else a bit more then their sensibilities
We choose to live that life we choose to make it our own life as we see fit even as those around us condone
What life we have, everyday, living in a way that makes us feel alive never stop moving forward never stop taking that dive!
OoooohOooh OooohOoooooh
A moment, crystallized, a moment, memorized a forward motion, galvanized. What would you do with us. If you ever could catch us.
I met you by the subway, I met you in the bar Saw that fire behind your eyes Knew you were one of us That what you showed me was just a pile of lies
You looked so normal But I knew you weren't You were a diamond in the rough A jewel-stone unearthed.
Then we took a moment from the world And never gave it back. Stole the impossible And stuffed it in a sack.
OoooohOooh OooohOoooooh
A moment, crystallized, a moment, memorized a forward motion, galvanized. What would you do with us. If you ever could catch us.
We are those who see A bit farther into reality For everypony else a bit more then their sensibilities
We choose to live that life we choose to make it our own life as we see fit even as those around us condone
What life we have, everyday, living in a way that makes us feel alive never stop moving forward never stop taking that dive!
OoooohOooh OooohOoooooh
A moment, crystallized, a moment, memorized a forward motion, galvanized. What would you do with us. If you ever could catch us.
Next day we met, strangers once again But now we knew what can't be known That there's a fire inside of us That make us understand
The average life is not for us We've tried to to comprehend What tight claws it wraps What it makes us do in the end
So because of that we walk on Fire deep in our hearts Until the day we share it with the world Before we give our hearts
To those we love And those we admire To never give our fire up to those who've earned our ire.
OoooohOooh OooohOoooooh!
I closed my eyes as I felt the music flow through me.