Her Phantom, His Juliet

by Starswim

The Bellas' reputation is down the drain all because of a stupid accident. The German tour thieves are stealing their thunder, and the Bellas want it back! What happens when the Bellas' choreographer meets DSM'S co-captain hunk? Nothing smooth sailing about their relationship, when two acapella teams are having WWIII! [Pieter/OC]

1. Trouble from Down Under

Her Phantom, His Juliet

Written by Starswim

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that belongs to Pitch Perfect, except my OCs and the twists of story plot

Rating: M [Warning: swearing, drug usage (not illegal drugs mind you), underage drinking, mentions of sex, sexual content, and disgusting humor.]

Parings: [Pieter/OC] ; [Beca/Jesse] ; [Fat Amy/Bumper] ; [Emily/Benji]

Summary: The Bellas' reputation is down the drain all because of a stupid accident. The German tour thieves are stealing their thunder, and the Bellas want it back! What happens when they sent their own member to spy on DSM, during their victory tour? What happens when the Bellas' choreographer meets DSM'S co-captain hunk? Nothing smooth sailing about their relationship, when two acapella teams are having World War III.

A/N: Okay, yes, I am writing a Pieter fanfic. To be honest, I could never find stories about this paring on this website, so I decided to write one instead. I only saw the movie twice, so the exact quotes and scenes won't be perfect. I have decided to take my writing a little further than normal, I never have written a rated M fanfic before, and my whole body would be flushed red through the whole thing. Hope you like it, anyway.

This story isn't officially on line of my work, yet. I have already written the first chapter ahead of time. I have other stories I plan on writing, I will work on this story depends on the reviews, favorites, and followers.

About my main OC: Jesse's little sister, Jasmine Swanson, is nineteen years old and a sophomore at Burden University. Her hair is raven black, while her eyes are crystal blue. Her current favorite music styles are classic, hip pop, and a bit of musicals. Her favorite dance styles are ballet and jazz (since this dance is her nickname). She loves Broadway plays, especially Phantom of the Opera. Her favorite subjects from school are choir, art, and theater.

She used to be a dancer at a young age, but retired at age sixteen because of her forced focus on schoolwork. She joined the Bellas on her freshman year because of her love for music and choir, desire to make new friends, and want to keep a close eye on her older brother's girlfriend, Beca. Singing isn't the only thing Jasmine has to do as a Bella, but also choreograph the girl's dance performances. For her career choice, she wanted to be professional dancer, but attended college instead, because of her parents.

Chapter 1: Trouble from Down Under

Jasmine sneezed loudly against her snot-covered, crumbled tissue; wiping her runny nose, before tossing it to a trashcan. She pulled out three more tissues from the Kleenex box, wiping her nose once more, before coughing into it.

"Have no fear, Jazz, Superman is here with chicken noodle soup and cold medicine," her older brother, Jesse, entered the living room, carrying a tray of soup and a grape-flavored medicine bottle.

"Eck! Liquid!" Jasmine stuck her tongue out in disgust at the medicine bottle, and spoke in her current hoarse, nasally voice, "Why did you give me the liquid kind?"

"The pills work slower than the liquid, and I want my baby sist to be all better," Jesse cooed, filling the spoon with that nasty medicine. He lowered the spoon to her mouth. "Here comes the choo-choo."

"Ugh!" Jasmine pinched her nose before taking her cold medicine. She made weird reactions of disgust, immediately wiped her spoon for her soup with a napkin, hoping that the soup would get rid of the horrible after taste. She slurped her soup, before she yelped in pain, dropping her spoon in the soup bowl.

"Ooh, I forgot to tell you, the soup is hot," Jesse said with sympathy. "Sorry."

"Too little, too late, Jessie," Jasmine snapped.

"I said I was sorry!" Jesse raised his hands up defensively, "Geez, you are so cranky when you're sick."

Jasmine rolled her eyes, resuming the show she was watching on TV, Dance Moms.

"If you need anything, holler - nicely."

"What time is it?" Jasmine asked curiously.

Jesse checked his watch, "Only 7:30. Relax, Jazz. The Bellas don't preform for the President live, until eight."

"I still can't believe I won't be on stage with the girls!" Jasmine pouted, "This sucks!"

Jesse shrugged, "Hey, not your fault that you caught the flu a week before the show." His little sister cast him a dark look, he raised his hands up defensively. "Just saying!"

"Yeah, well, it's my fault that you're..." Jasmine paused to sneeze, wiped her nose with a Kleenex.

"Bless you."

"Thank you." After she cleaned her nose, she resumed to what she was saying, "You're here to take care of me. Beca would like it if you came to DC to support her."

"Don't do that. Beca understood why I stayed behind, plus this saves me a couple hundreds for the trip there and back. But hey..." Jesse sat down on a separate couch, away from Jasmine's germs, "At least, we get to watch the performance on TV."

"Yep."

During the last twenty minutes, Jasmine had been watching Dance Moms with little interest, before switching to another that was showing people celebrating President Obama's birthday. Both boring. Dance Moms was getting more predicable. Perfect Maddie was on top of the pyramid... again, Abby was playing favorites and neglecting her job as a dance teacher, moms were getting crazier and were fighting over stupid things. The other channel currently showed Obama enjoying his white birthday cake with his family. Jasmine didn't care how much he liked the cake. Get on with the Bellas performance already!

Jasmine was changing the channel constantly, it got on Jesse's nerves.

"Jazz, you're going to break it!" Jesse retorted.

"I want to see the Bellas!" Jasmine whined.

"You'll see them, unless you break the TV first. Relax."

"I won't..." She sneezed against her tissue, continued to talk while wiping her nose clean. "...be there, when they rehearse the choreography."

"I'm sure she'll be fine, Jazz. Just have a little faith."

"I do have faith..." Jasmine sneezed again. "I just don't like that I won't be out there, rehearsing and preforming with them. I want them to be perfect!"

Jesse scoffed, "You're starting to sound like Aubrey."

Jasmine frowned at the mention of Aubrey. She only knew Aubrey for a year, when Jasmine joined the Bellas in her freshman year. Aubrey was known to be a little bossy and controlling, but she was born to be a leader, unlike Jasmine.

"Damn, I miss her," Jasmine stated.

"I heard from Chloe that she's doing great at being a camp director."

Much to their relief, Gail and John appeared on camera, singing a tune and making their introduction.

"Welcome back, acapella enthusiasts. My name is John Smith, and sitting to my right is the lovely Gail Abernathy-McKadden."

"This one is going to stick, John," Gail said to John, referring to the engagement ring on her index finger.

"Oh, you save the June for last," John said with a laugh.

Gail nodded in agreement.

John cleared his throat, and get back to the important stuff instead of joking around, "Now let's talk to the acapella crazies about what's about to come in the Nation's capital, Gail."

"Glad to, John." Gail turned to the camera. "We are coming to you live in the Kennedy Center, where the Barden University Bellas are going to rock the stage."

Jasmine sneezed against the Kleenex again, she blew her nose before tossing it into the trash, "Jessie, give me a fresh tissue, would you?"

Jesse tossed the Kleenex box her way quickly, not wanting to catch germs.

The box hit Jasmine's face, causing her to open her mouth in shock, casting a dark glare at her brother, "Thanks a lot!"

"You're welcome," he said casually, not looking at her sickened and pained state.

Gail and John eventually stopped talking, much to the sibling's relief. Jesse and Jasmine stared at the TV, eagerly waiting for the Bellas' performance.

"Here we are. The moment we all have been waiting for," Gail said. "The first all-female group to win three National titles in a row, are now preforming for President Obama's birthday."

"Wow!" John cried. "What an inspiration to all the girls who are almost too ugly to be cheerleaders!"

The screen changed the scene. It's now showing the Kennedy Center stage, the stage Jasmine should've been standing on with her team. However, there was nothing she could do when she was too weak to move and couldn't overcome her cold symptoms. On the bright side, at least Jasmine didn't get sick the day before the performance. The Bellas had plenty of time to readjust the choreography and the music. Jasmine wished them the best of luck, especially Fat Amy for she's about to perform an important part for the President.

The Bellas walked across the stage in silence. A spotlight wasn't shining on them, but that didn't stop the crowd and siblings at home from cheering.

"Whoo!" Jasmine cheered with the crowd, before she sneezed against her new tissue, causing her ears to pop. Jasmine groaned, couldn't stand this sinus pressure across her nose, head, and ears. She lied back on the couch, tried to slurp her soup again, now that she had given it time to cool down.

"Whoo!" Jesse joined the cheering as well, clapping his hands, acting like he was really there at the audience instead of being inside the house, taking care of his sick sister.

There was a moment of silence, then the lights came on. Once the spotlight was on, so were the Bellas.

"They say you're a freak when we're having fun
Say you must be high when we're spreading love
But we're just living life and we never stop
We got the world!"

The music got upbeat, and there was movement from the girls. They were dancing tap, shaking their hips, touching their breasts, moving their skinny arms around like it was no tomorrow. Jasmine was watching their dance intently, counting the steps, hoping that they don't screw up.

"We got the wo-wo-wo-wo-wo..."

The former gambler, lesbian girl of the group - Cynthia-Rose, began her solo with Ke$ha's song - Timber, "It's going down, I'm yelling timber! You better move, you better dance! Let's make a night you won't remember! I'll be the one you won't forget!"

(Wooooah)

"There's Beca Mitchell, the leader of the group," John introduced. The camera zoomed in Beca spinning around, smiling, having the fun of her life.

Jesse jumped from his seat, clapping and cheering for Beca, "Yeah! Go Beca! WHOO! That's my girl on TV!" He turned to Jasmine, pointing at the TV, smiling.

"I'm very well aware, Je-" Jasmine sneezed again, but missed the tissue. She groaned in disgust, wiping her snot-covered hand with her napkin.

"Look at these sequences and sparkles!" Gail commented on the Bella's dark blue, glittery suits and tops. "And their feet! They just don't stop moving! Phew! I wish I can move like that."

"You may not have their feet, Gail, but you still have the flexibility of a feline," John said suggestively, wriggling his brows.

"My fiancé is watching this, you know."

John chuckled nervously, knowing he will be hearing this from Gail's fiancé.

"The bigger they are, the harder they fall!" Cynthia-Rose sang, "These big-iddy boys are dig-gidy dogs!"

Jasmine noticed Cynthia-Rose dancing her way to the sex-crazed Stacie, who was singing back up. Cynthia was moving too close to Stacey's body, making Jasmine face palm and coughed. Cynthia moved the opposite direction she was supposed to. Don't Cynthia realize that Stacey wasn't interested in her - she's boy crazy.

"I have 'em like Miley Cyrus, clothes off. Twerking in their bras and thongs!"

Looking at Stacey, she didn't seem to mind, mainly because she was on camera. She ran towards the other girls while smiling, away from Cynthia.

"Timber!" the girls sang together.

"Face down, booty up!"

"Timber!"

"That's the way we like to–what?"

"Timber!"

"I'm slicker than an oil spill. She say she won't, but I bet she will!"

Now came the solo, Jasmine was supposed to sing, but Beca substitute.

"They say you're a freak!" Becca cried, while dancing. "We got the world!"

"I got-got-got-got," the other girls sang back up.

"Yeah we never stop! We got the world (I got-got-got-got)!"

The girls twirled their gun props while the Guatemala exchange student - Flo Fuentes - did backflips across the stage, earning the crowd's cheer and Jasmine's approval.

"Yes!" Jasmine said with relief, happy that the girl nailed that back handspring. "That's..." Jasmine coughed in her tissue, "what I'm... talking about!" She continued to cough in her napkin.

"Wow! Amazing back handspring!" Gail commented, "Wasn't it amazing, John?"

"Yeah," John agreed, "she can do that back flip, right back to the fence of Mexico."

Gail narrowed her eyes at John's words, once again, "I think she's Guatemalan."

John shrugged, "Like that matters."

"There's so much going on stage, I don't know where to look."

The girls continued singing, while twirling their prop guns. They were making Jasmine's night a great night. She admitted mentally that she had her doubts. When she couldn't preform with the girls, and the minute Cynthia-Rose decided to ditch the script, Jasmine thought this show would be a disaster. She was wrong. The crowd had gone wild. The hosts were paying the girls compliments, which was highly unusual. They always preferred her brother's acapella team -the Treblemakers. Not Troublemakers. Their team replaced the ou with an e.

The energy and surprises were just beginning. There's one girl missing on stage, but she's about to do something big. So big and magnificent, everybody dreamed to have this performed for their birthdays. Jasmine sent silent prayers to this particular girl, knowing that she's anxious to do something risky that might cause head injury. Jasmine have faith, but she was scared that she won't be there to support this girl. The blonde girl must be freaking out, right now.

"You're a freak!" Beca cried.

"Timber!" the other girls sang background. "I got-got-got-got"

"Yeah, we never stop (World)!"

Some of the girls dropped their gun props, as they all placed hands on their hearts as if they were doing the Pledge of Allegiance.

"From sea to shining sea..."

The curtains opened, revealing the one thing Jasmine was looking forward to seeing - Fat Amy dressed in a dark blue gymnasium outfit, sitting on the ribbon robe like a swing set, twenty feet from the ground.

"I came in like a wrecking ball!" Fat Amy sang, kicking her feet in the air.

"Whoo!" Jasmine sat straight up from the couch, clapping for the overweight Australian blonde. "Go Amy!" She finished with a cough.

"Wrecking ball," the other girls sang in the background.

"I never hit so hard in love (Hard in love)."

"All I wanted was to break your walls (break your walls) All you ever did was wreck me (wreck me)."

Jasmine was relieved to see that Amy wasn't nervous. That woman was smiling as if she loved heights. Jasmine guessed that Amy heed her number one advice - Don't look down.

"Oh, look. Surprise!" Gail exclaimed.

"An overweight girl dangling from the ceiling," John announced. "Whoever had that dream?"

"Lots of us!"

"You have Fat Amy become the Cirque Du Soleil?" Jesse faced her with a skeptical expression.

"Yeah," Jasmine admitted before she sneezed, "It's different - unique. You have no idea how much money I bribed Amy for her to do this."

"Bribed?" Jesse questioned her.

Jasmine rolled her eyes, "Amy has a huge fear of heights. Hopefully, eighty bucks is worth it."

"Eighty bucks?!"

"Oh, shut it!" Jasmine coughed at Jesse's direction, he quickly used a pillow to shield his face from the germs. "If this works out well, I might bribe Amy into doing this for your birthday," she said with a teasing smirk.

Jesse stared ahead, picturing that image in his mind, "I'll pass."

As Amy was preforming the tricks, Jasmine showed her, the other girls were spinning with ribbons, Flu was doing more back handsprings. It really had a Cirque Du Soleil feel to it.

"I came in like a wrecking ball!" Fat Amy sung, leaning her body back, lying on the ribbon rope she was sitting on. "Yeah, I just closed my eyes and swung! (End of the night, it's going down) Left me crouching in a blaze and fall (I'm yelling Timber) All you ever did was wreck me (End of the night, it's going down)
(They say you're a freak) Yeah, you wreck me!"

Fat Amy was climbing on the rope, about to do a few acrobatics tricks Jasmine taught her, but her foot got caught in a large ribbon, the red-head Chloe was holding onto. What happened was unexpected, Fat Amy had done (the Chicago Musical reference) number seventeen... the spread eagle!

The crowd, Chloe, Beca, and most of the Bellas gasped in horror at Fat Amy. Her suit split wide open for everyone to see. Most people were laughing, parents were covering their children's eyes, men who were having trouble keeping their pants on were filming the sight. Stacie didn't have a clue to what's going, she continued to spin and move her ribbons in circles artistically.

Jasmine dropped her tissue box, along with her jaw, "Oh my God!"

"Wow, Jazz, you made Fat Amy split her pants and hang herself upside down too?" Jesse asked curiously.

"I didn't teach her that!" Jasmine exclaimed.

Jesse squinted his eyes at the TV, "Is she we-"

"She has no underwear on," John stated, answering Jesse's unfinished question. Gail's face was priceless, her mouth was opened wide enough to catch flies. President Obama and his wife weren't too pleased with this display as well. Jasmine would've laughed, but not in this case. The Bellas were in hot water of embarrassment.

"We have a commando situation! There's a commando on stage!" John announced.

"Holy shit!" Jesse said in shock.

"Somebody close the damn curtains!" Jasmine screamed at the TV. The staff was having trouble completing that task. All they can accomplish was bringing the huge American flag down on stage. This can't be happening! Moments ago, everything was going well; and suddenly, this happened. What else can go wrong?

"She's turning!" Jesse stated with fear with widened eyes.

"NO!" Jasmine shook her head in denial and fear.

Jesse leaped off from the couch, placing a hand over his sister's eyes, forgetting that she's sick, "Don't look, Jazz!"

"I don't look?!" Jasmine asked in disbelief, slapping his hand off her, "Was I born with a penis, Jessie?!"

"Brace yourselves!" John warned the audience.

"Advert your eyes, or take it all in! Make a choice!" The siblings could hear Fat Amy in the background. The siblings didn't have time to choose. The staff who were trained to expect the unexpected at the Kennedy's Center, never thought to blur out somebody's special parts on TV.

Everyone looked away and expressed horrid and disgust when Fat Amy fully turned.

The siblings screamed at the horrendous sight, hugging and crying each other's arms for comfort, having trouble keeping their eyes off the screen. Seeing Fat Amy's hairy down under was a lot worse than seeing a scary movie.