•️ੈ ۪۫⸙͎.' 𝓦𝓲𝓵𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓼: Imagines and Fanfics

𖤐₊˚.༄ OC Fanfic 1: Amarian Syrus

On the fateful morning of May 19, a baby was born to June Ramos and Cassandion Syrus.
"Congratulations! It's a healthy baby girl!" the doctor announced.
"What would you like to name her?"
Both parents glanced at each other, and Cassandion whispered something into June's ear. June looked at the doctor.
"Her name shall be Amarian Sycamore Syrus the Second. After her grandmother." he said.
The doctor nodded, and wrote something down on a sheet of paper. He then proceeded to leave the room.
And thus, this marked the day Amarian Sycamore Syrus the Second was born.

At 17 years old, Amarian wasn't exactly the type of person you would trust to babysit your child if you had plans. She came from a rich family, and she wasn't afraid to consistently brag about it. She knew it annoyed people, but she payed no mind to it. It seemed almost every day, she would come to school wearing an expensive brand of something just to brag about it. On top of that, she was also extremely lazy. Her parents tried to talk to her about getting a job, but she payed no attention to them, and just sat around all day doing nothing.

One day, her parents got sick and tired of her being so lazy, so to teach her a lesson, they kicked her out of the house. Dusting herself off, Amarian glared at the mansion in front of her, and stomped off. It started to rain, and she sighed, wiping rain water off of her.
"Great...as if my day couldn't get any worse..." she said to herself as she continued walking. She kept on walking for a while until she noticed a little building in front of her.
"The Den", a sign read.
Amarian walked over to the building, cold and shivering. A security guard stood in front of the building, and took a glance at her.
"Please...I'm cold and hungry, and I need a place to stay for the night..." Amarian said, nearly on the verge of tears.
The security guard looked her up and down, and smirked.
"You look like just the type of girl we need for this place...you can come in...if you're willing to work for us..." He said, taking a puff of his cigarette.
"Work...? What type of work are you talking about...?" Amarian raised her eyebrow.
"Dancing on poles...giving men lap dances...you know, that sort of thing, doll..." The guard took another puff of his cigarette before turning to look back at her.
"So what'll it be, toots?"
Amarian blinked, and she thought for a moment. As of right now, she had nowhere to go. She was cold, hungry, and broke. This was the only chance she had to change that.
"...Fine. I'll do it..."
"Excellent choice, toots. Now come on, the boss will have you sign some papers, and you'll be good to go~"
He opened the door, and led her through the nightclub.

1 year later...
It had been one year since Amarian had started working in The Den. During that time, she had so many one-night stands with men, that it was hard to count. She didn't know how to feel about working as a stripper, but at least it was earning her money and a place to eat and sleep.

Amarian sat up in the bed, and looked around. It had been a wild night last night, that was for sure. Suddenly, she felt the urge to puke. She quickly got up, and ran into the bathroom, hurling all over the place. Once she finished, she sat up, and held her head. What had just happened? She didn't know, but she was going to find out. She went back into the room, quickly got dressed, and left, being careful not to wake anyone up. Once she was outside the building, she went to the nearest payphone, and called Eric, her manager and her closest friwnd.
"Heyy, Mar-Mar~. What's going on, Princess?" A deep, sultry voice answered on the other end.
"Eric...I need you to hurry up and get here...I don't feel quite right..."
"Alrighty, Princess. I'll be on my way shortly."
And with that, Amarian hung up on the phone, and waited patiently.

A few hours later, Amarian was pacing around the room, shaking and crying.
"This can't be true...No..."
"Well, the test says you're positive...and pregnancy tests don't lie about this kind of thing, Princess..."
"This is bad, Eric! This is really bad! I don't even know who the father is! It could be anyone of the men I slept with!! I can't raise a child, now! I have a job to take care of! I could lose my job because of this! And you know I have nowhere to go!!" Amarian said, tearing up.
"Calm down, Princess. I'll help you out. You can still keep your job, and I'll even help you take care of the child." Eric said, putting a hand on Amarian's shoulder.
Amarian looked at Eric for a moment, and smiled at him.
"Thank you, Eric..."
"No problem, Princess..now, you'll still be performing dances, but no drinking or one night stands. That could really affect the baby. Once you reach...I'd say at about five or seven months...you should go on maternity leave. Once you're better and you have the baby, then you'll be able to continue as normal..."
Amarian thought for a moment, then she nodded.
"Okay..that sounds reasonable enough..."
"Good. So we gotta deal?"
"Yes, we do!" Amarian smiled.
"Good..."